#denet

[alex-leweird]

Denet my spirit animal.

[waybackwanderer]

DENet Contact Information Sep 1996 Archived Web Page

[buddlebubs]

Oooohhh ma goodness lil Denet is getting bigger he’s not ours just yet we got till April for lil boy to be ready

[allcirclesvanish]

lore olympus seems to be written by someone with a secondhand knowledge and no apparent love of the original mythology. i find it odd that it's been going on for this long lol.

[hopeheartfilia]

i had a lot of thoughrs recently

Main one is Why is the monkey king not an actual monkey ( yes i know he shapeshifts. i still like versions where he mostly looks like a monkey and not a guy better. idk i think it leans more into the comedic aspect of his personality)

Other one is. So i ended up googling if there are any relationships in otv. Uh. Yeah sometimes you are only exposed to the fandom so you assume its more of a svss sort of deal where its apparently more of a tocf sort of deal. Anyway i decided that im probably team qpr on this one. Idk dokja seems very aspec coded to me at times. anyway. sometimes you have relationships that go bone deep and alter the fabric of your existence. doesnt mean theyre romantic. but like they arent always platonic either. so. i mean thats where im curently on this matter. might change in the future (dokja was having. a lot of conversations with persephone which. I personally go Relations with his mother are about to get a whole lot more complex. but like the other reading also exists. even if i think the other reading was more along the lines of orphic fable. like dyonisis and persephone are helping him and he literally did an orpheus. so i mean.)

[albumwalloffame]

Album Cover Wall of Infamy 2023 - Day 21

Terrestrial Dying - Denet

I'm sorry, I try to find the best quality image I can for this blog, but sometimes that is next to impossible. Still, despite the not-so-good resolution, I can still sorta make out this one.

I mean it's someone's soul leaving their body and following a giant mushroom. That is clearly what it is, yeah? Or maybe it's someone being abducted by aliens in a dream? No, that's a giant mushroom, or a fish with a large willy?

That's an image I should apologize for putting in your heads.

[ghostinthegallery]

They did so good 🥺

Update the sad funny gay skeletons

HAVE REACHED

APOTHEOSIS!!!!!!!!!

0,D

[bluesidez]

Hi I saw your req open and I flew here ehe-

Hear me out please 😭

Miguel is a geneticist (someone who works around denetics) and sometimes he doesn't understand the programs that he 'made' and Lyla has to help him. That makes Peter B. and the spider-teens very suspicious of him.

What's even more suspicious is that once a month he leaves the Spider HQ to who-knows-where.

After some stalking investigating, they find out that every time that he leaves; he goes to a park to meet [Reader], that is the one who helped with all the tech he has at HQ.

When he returns the next day, he is confronted about it and explains that [Reader] is an old friend and he trusts them with the Multiverse secret. However Peter B. and the others obviously saw the mutual attraction between both of them so they help out Miguel confess to [Reader].

Fluff + a little suggestive with Gn Reader please ^^

Anyway drink lots of water and keep yourself healthy!! ❤❤

[Undercover Lover]

lab tester: @hikaru-sama 🩻

pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!Reader

summary: Miguel is willing to stop the world for you, you just want to be the small part of his world that makes it better.

content warning: fluff, longing from reader and Miguel, the spider-teens are all menaces (as in they all have chismosavirus), Peter is Peter, a little suggestive but nothing crazy, I also made Miguel’s relationship with the teens pretty adorable (Papa Miggy 🥺)

word count: 5.8k, halfway proofread (don't ask...)

a/n: This request is not outlandish in any way, btw. It's very cute! I hope you don’t mind that I added a little extra to the programming aspect. THANK YOU TO THE MIGGY SERVER FOR YOUR HELP AS ALWAYS! I have been wallowing in the chats for who knows how long. I thought it would be cute and funny. Also, I've been doing better with my water intake! I hope you're proud. 🥺

Miguel blew out a tired breath, eyes blurry after staring at the same set of files all day.

“Lyla, could you replay the scan from this morning?”

“I don’t know, can I?”

Miguel frowned as his eyes panned to the flickering yellow glow, “Are we doing this right now?”

“Doing what?” Lyla posed with her head tilted in her hand.

“Lyla. Replay the scan from Earth 450-”

“Here’s what I found on scams on 4chan.”

“I said scans not scams- what are you talking about? And what is 4chan?”

Lyla switched to a pose that mimicked The Thinker, her heart-shaped glasses morphing into ones made of stone.

Miguel shifted his weight to one side, hands on his hips as he watched Lyla float around his desk.

“Pull up the LYrate Lifeform Approximation code.”

Lyla snickers, glasses shifting to match the marks of a clown’s face, “You don’t know how to work that, buddy.”

“I didn’t ask you to tell me that, I asked you to-”

Lyla opens the file before he can finish his spiel.

“Now, what?” Lyla whispers with glee. “Gonna hack into the motherboard? Break down the firewall?”

Miguel ignored her and read through the constant formulas, coding that he's never even seen before becoming longer and longer.

Lyla popped up right in his peripheral view, pulling out one of the smaller codes to highlight, “What’s this one mean?”

Miguel squints at the line, “Something about how you respond to tone?”

“It’s my hair color,” Lyla’s voice is high and giggly like she was anticipating his completely wrong answers. “What about this one?”

“I, I don’t know. Your jacket?”

“Voice modulator,” the code danced around him as Lyla switched her voice to something of an old Hollywood star. “You’re not very good at this, tuts.”

Miguel felt a strange chill as Lyla walked around with a long white dress instead of a jacket and her brown hair in curls falling down her back. She laughed at him some more as she pulled her now, thick-rimmed triangle-shaped sunglasses to the top of her head.

“Lyla-”

Miguel’s watch jolted, a notification blaring at him. He answered with haste, mind frantic.

“Miguel? Is something up with Lyla, because I asked her to find this Mysterio’s dimension, and she started playing some wrestler’s theme song instead,” Jess huffed, throwing the villain's body over the back of her motorcycle. “Now, he won’t stop singing it.”

Miguel felt his head start to pound, “Something’s going on with her. She’s not functioning at her normal state.”

“You’re never functioning at a normal state,” Lyla sighed dramatically, arm over her head with wind blowing around her. “Always so tense!”

“Oh my god?” Jess’s eyes went wide as she took in the Lyla at Miguel’s side. “Why does she sound like that?”

“I’m not sure, but I’m shutting her down until I can fix it. Just send the Mysterio back here.”

“You can’t turn me off, Miggy! Don’t you want me to sing for you?”

“Yeah, hurry up and log her off. She’s freaking me out.” Jess ended the call with a disgusted face.

With her gone, the room was filled with Miguel’s thoughts and Lyla humming and brushing her hair in a vintage mirror, something she would have never cared to do on a regular day.

Looking at the lines of coding in front of him, there was no way he was going to find what was happening.

He reached across his desk to a new screen, searching for a certain folder. Miguel laughed to himself as he read the title.

Don’t open unless it’s ABSOLUTELY crucial to your health…and well-being. .3.

Miguel would consider this a crisis.

He tapped the folder, watching as a sprout of several different colors surrounded him. He shifted it through the lights, some of them being pictures of you and him, some of them being animated GIFs of cats, and others being helpful guides to small technological problems. He kept searching until he found a yellow tab that read “LYLA? LIGHTS OUT!”

With one click, Lyla went from twirling and singing in heels to being dormant, gone to the Spider Society. Letting out the breath he was holding, he shifted the files back into the folder and geared up to make the announcement.

“Attention Spiders,” Miguel held his watch up to his mouth. “Lyla will be down for maintenance for a couple of hours.”

He could hear the collective groan from the society all the way in his office.

“And I will try my best to get her up and running for future missions. Until then, please send any anomalies directly to Margo and stick to local crimes as well as protecting your respective neighborhoods.”

As soon as he ended the announcement, Margo was flooding his watch with back-to-back memes. Miguel remained confused watching a little girl in a cowboy hat complain to her grandpa while he dismissed her.

“I can send someone else down there to help you.”

“no because if anyone breaks my tech, it’s coming out of YOUR 🫵🏾 paycheck”

“Everything comes out of my paycheck.”

“whatever dad”

“?”

Perturbed, but not wanting to waste any more time, Miguel locked his office and called your number.

Two rings and you were picking up the phone.

“Hey, Spider-ider!”

“Hi,” Miguel refused to admit how the nickname sounded cute coming from you. “I need your help with something.”

“No ‘How are you?’ or ‘Sorry I haven’t checked on you in forever.’ Just straight to business, huh?”

“Sorry,” Miguel collected himself. “How are things? Did you manage to get the job with that tech company?”

“Why, thank you for asking, Miguel! I’m pretty good. Things are different! I did end up getting that job, but the manager is eerily creepy, so I’m trying my best to pile up the meanest HR case or try to wiggle my way into a new department. So far, the former is slowly but surely working, not sure if my sanity can take much more. How are you?”

Miguel's eyebrows shifted a bit, “You know you can just call for my help if anything goes wrong, right?”

“Miguel, you’re protecting so many people. More than I can even fathom, actually. I’m not going to ask you to stop to check on me.”

You should. He’d drop everything.

“It wouldn’t take much from my end, I could just-”

“Miguel.”

He bit his cheek, knowing you wanted to move the conversation along.

“How are you?” you asked again, tone back to normal.

“I’m neutral. Same thing as always. Now, it’s just that Lyla was really unbearable today.”

“Unbearable how?”

Miguel went into every detail, pulling in some last-minute reports from other Spiders that managed to use her before he shut her down.

“So you’re telling me she glitched out, wore an alligator head, and integrated ‘Flat Fuck Friday’ into every conversation?”

“Well, that was just one of the many cases. Is that, is that all you heard?”

“No, I got it,” you fixed your face to try and hold back your laugh. “It sounds like she hit her funny bone.”

Miguel looked up at the ceiling and back at you, “This is serious.”

“And I’m being as serious as I can be!”

“She’s causing all of this trouble because of a funny bone.”

You laugh at Miguel’s deadpan tone, “Ok, so technically it’s called a laughing virus. It’s been hitting a lot of major search engines for some reason, but Lyla is the closest to human-like AI there is, so it’s a funny bone!”

“As stupid as that is, I need your help to come fix it.”

“Aw, you need me to come check your work?”

Miguel avoided your gaze, “There is no work. I couldn’t tell one line from the next.”

“But Miguel, you were doing so good last time. What happened?”

“I-I don’t know, I thought I had one right but I mixed up tones with shades.”

“That’s still on the same playing field, so you got something right! That’s good progress, Miguel.”

“Mm.”

“I’ll be there soon. Don’t do anything crazy, although you’ll probably just loom over the desk dramatically.”

Miguel opened his mouth to rebuttal but you already ended the call with a laugh.

With truly nothing but his thoughts, he hurried to clean his space. There were a few loose wires and an empty box from the cafeteria scattered around.

By the time you were tapping the code into his office door, his platform was back on the ground and he’d just swept up some dust that managed to build in the corner of the room.

“Don’t clean up now just because I’m here,” you watched as his shoulders jumped a bit at your voice.

“I’m not,” Miguel huffs and sets the broom against the wall.

“Sure.”

Miguel comes closer to you with his hands on his hips.

You were probably the main reason that Lyla was the way she was, sarcastic and immature.

The only difference was Miguel could mute Lyla or switch modes for some peace. For you? It was non-stop. The only way he knew how to get you to stop was a method that’s been crowding his dreams ever since he met you.

He saw your lips moving at a mile per minute, but nothing was really reaching his ears.

They looked so soft, so perfect. He wondered if he should just let the society function on its own for just a few more hours.

“Miguel!” You waved your hands in front of him. “Lyla being down has really stressed you out, huh? You’re unfocused.”

He cleared his throat, “I still have a lot of work to do.”

“Well, let’s get to it!”

Miguel moved so you could walk to his desk, heart racing.

Whatever it was you were about to try to teach him wasn’t going to stick. He just knew it.

“Hey, Miguel! You know, I was wondering if we could implement some type of spider-baby daycare? MJ is pretty busy these days,” Peter strided into Miguel’s office with a wiggly Mayday strapped to his chest.

The platform was down, but the serious figure was nowhere to be found.

“Miguel?”

Peter tried to feel him out, but there’s no way anyone could miss Miguel in plain sight.

“Hm,” Peter put two fingers out for Mayday grab. She squealed glee, taking one finger to chew on. “If I were a Miguel, where would I be?”

He pondered through the halls, eventually finding himself at the entrance of the cafeteria. Mayday looked up almost as if she was disappointed.

“I need fuel to think!”

Peter ran down the line grabbing his usual: a 2099 burger, a large fry, and a medium cola, he’s dieting!

At the end of the line, a familiar voice called his name.

“Hey, kiddo! How’s it going?” Peter made his way to the table occupied by the younger spider crew.

Miles squinted at him, “Not a kid, but it’s going good! Have you seen Miguel? He was supposed to be training me an hour ago, but he’s not answering his watch.”

“Funny that you say that,” Peter stuffed his mouth with a handful of fries. “Went to his office and he wasn’t there.”

“What is with him and disappearing lately? It’s not like him,” Gwen mumbled. “I was supposed to report to him not too long ago and he wasn’t here.”

“Time is an enigma,” Hobie was tuning his guitar. “Glad he’s finally taking advantage of it instead of chatting about doomsday.”

“True, but he missed part of the big party we planned three months ago, too,” Pavitr supplied.

The table stopped and stared at Pav with various deadpan looks.

“What? He promised he’d try my special dish! He never breaks our promises.”

“He did pile a load of work on me when Lyla broke. Usually, he would come down and help me, but he said he was busy fixing her,” Margo turned to Peter.

The table sat and pondered for just a second then the teens started spouting out nonsense.

“He’s retiring!”

“He’s going to give HQ up.”

“He’s not going to another universe again, right?”

“He’s finally taking breaks.”

“He’s dying!”

Again, the table stopped to look at Pavitr.

“False alarm?”

“Look,” Peter held his hands up. “I don’t think it’s any of that.”

“What makes you so sure?” Gwen sounded nervous.

“Uh, he would tell me!”

Miles snickered at that which caused Mayday to fall into a fit of laughter.

“What? He’s told me things before. We’re buddies!”

“And where is your so-called buddy right now?” Margo folded her arms.

“Touche,” Peter took a giant slurp of his drink, cupping a hand under it to make sure nothing dripped on Mayday’s head. “But don’t you have a way to find him?”

“The Grumpy GPS? Yeah, but I’ve never used it because he’s always here,” Margo sighs.

“How about the next time he disappears, you let us know?” Gwen suggested.

“Love it,” Hobie fist bumps Gwen.

Miles scratched his neck, “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

“Says the guy that snuck into the Spider Society,” Pavitr shook his head.

“That’s different.”

“Is it?” Gwen raised her eyebrow. “Margo is on Miguel-duty. We’re going to get to the bottom of this, right guys?”

Everyone nodded their head in determination.

Peter smiled. He’s still got this mentor thing down!

Margo was down near the Go-Home-Machine running Style Savvy through an emulator.

“That is so ugly,” she sang as she watched another contestant’s outfit go down the runway.

Her judging was interrupted by a dancing cartoon spider with bushy eyebrows.

She paused the game and stretched her arms to the other side of the room to give everyone a call, “Mission ‘Where is the Old Man?’ is up and running. The Grumpy GPS has been added to you guys’ gizmos. I’ve got everything ready to hack.”

“It sounds like we’re doing a lot more than tracking,” Hobie mumbled.

“But what if he actually is dying?” Gwen was lacing up her ballet shoes tight. “He would tell us, right?”

“Oh, but when I said that, it sounded crazy,” Pavitr pulled his mask down. “The double standards are appalling.”

“He could be just avoiding us. Can’t say it hasn’t happened before,” Miles’ voice was low and testy.

“He wasn’t avoiding you, Miles, he was just…projecting,” Gwen said matter-of-factly.

“Are we back on this? Sending the entire society after me is projecting. Missing our training sessions that he set up multiple times? That’s just foul.”

Gwen and Miles went back and forth, fussing over little things.

“They’re bickering again. How cute,” Pavitr stage-whispered.

“1 mission on Miles winning?” Hobie asked.

Pavitr thought for a second, “Deal.”

“You’ll probably be the most upset if he really is sick,” Gwen comments.

“Says who? I’m not worried,” Miles zipped up his jacket halfway.

“Then why are you bouncing around like that, Miles.”

Hobie sighed while Pavitr cheered.

“If you guys are done, Miguel’s moving on foot heading down 5th. I pinned a checkpoint,” Margo sent the coordinates to their watches.

“Time to go see if big man’s a killer,” Hobie yawned. “Or not.”

Peter felt the ground shake under him, hair rising on the back of his neck. His senses were screaming at him to turn around.

The thing is, if he turned around, he'd lose track on Miguel who was currently inside of the very building he was standing on top of.

The shaking grew, pebbles and vent plates rattling around him, then everything fell back into place.

One, two, thre, four pairs of feet hit the ground.

“Where’s Margo?” Peter asked, eyes not leaving the ground under him.

“In our ears singing,” Gwen groaned. “Where’s Mayday?”

“Enjoying a lovely Mommy-Daughter date with MJ and her girlfriends. Glad to have you all join me.”

“How’d you know he was going to be here?” Hobie crossed his arms.

“Like I said, buddies!”

“You waited outside of his office, didn’t you?” Pavitr pointed his finger at Peter.

Peter turned around with an offended face, “Details-schmetails!”

“Well, do you have any idea what he’s up to now?” Gwen put a hand on her hip.

“Well, we’re on the roof of an apartment, super expensive might I add, and I’m assuming his apartment is here. So maybe he’s just getting a nap in.”

“He’s on the move,” Margo’s voice buzzed through all of the teens' ears and they ran to the edge of the building, practically pushing Peter to the side.

“He’s wearing normal clothes for once,” Gwen’s voice was shocked.

“His trousers are quite nice,” Hobie nodded as if he was looking at a magazine.

“It’s so…weird,” Miles shuddered. “I’ve never seen him in anything else but his suit.”

“He wore a nice button-down to my Zoom celebration once,” Margo hummed.

“Guys?” Pavitr’s voice went high. “Where’s Peter?”

The three of them turned around to see a missing pink-robed Spider.

“Oh, come on!” Miles jumped from the roof to the next one, following the pink fluff. Miguel was walking fast on the sidewalk and Peter was keeping his trail from up high.

“Really, Peter?” Gwen swung alongside the two with the rest right on their tails. “Some mentor you are.”

“I’m a great teacher! You’re all catching on quite well,” Peter swung lower as Miguel crossed the street.

Colors flew across the sky, contrasting with the constant grays and small specs of green of Nueva York. Scaling from building to building was a lot easier with flying cars added to the mix, but it was a little odd to see wobbling vehicles every now and then.

“I think you guys should slow it down. His pace changed,” Margo noted. “He’s stopping at…a park? Didn’t know they still had those here.”

With a sturdy pull, Miles used his web to stop Peeter from running any further and the now quintet landed on the ground a safe distance from the park.

“A little dreary for a park, innit?” One eye on Hobie’s mask went higher than the other.

From where they were hiding, steel statues stood tall, tufts of greenery growing up the structure. There was more pavement than grass and the walkways contained several dips and turns.

“I think there’s some flare to it,” Miles countered. “Could use a lot more color.”

They quieted down as they watched Miguel find an empty bench. He sat down and started to rub his hands against his pants. He sat for a minute or so before he checked his watch and his leg started to bounce.

“Is he waiting on someone?” Gwen whispered.

“Oh, I wonder who it could be?” Pav whispered back.

“Why are you guys whispering?” Margo paused her side mission of trying to find any security cameras in the area.

“Doesn’t he have super-hearing?” Miles asked.

“Over this much noise?” Hobie brought the talking level back to normal. “If he doesn’t suspect us of following him, there’s no need for him to focus on us.”

After about five minutes of watching and making a game out of how many times can Miguel check his clothes, with Peter mumbling about how the pants aren’t going to get any looser with those thighs, everyone holds their breath as they watch someone take a seat next to him.

Miguel’s entire demeanor changed.

His face lit up, his back straightened, and the tension from his body fell.

“No way,” Pavitr whispered excitedly. “Guys!”

“What’s going on? I still can’t get into the security cams,” Margo’s voice was impatient.

“Miguel…has a partner?” Gwen tilted her head watching the two react. The mystery person got up to hug Miguel as he sat on the bench. He hesitated a bit, fingers twitching awkwardly before he hugged them back. “Or not.”

“If one of you could get closer, I could pitch the sound to everyone. And, I could see!”

Everyone turned to Miles.

“Why is everybody looking at me?”

“You can turn invisible, genius,” Gwen said.

He just sighed and faded from head to toe.

“How’s it going Spidey?” you lean back from your hug to look down at him. Your hands rub his shoulders. “You look nice today.”

Miguel averted his eyes, “You’re not supposed to call me that-”

“Outside of HQ or our phone calls. I know, I know. Seriously though, why are you so dressed up today? Got a hot date waiting?”

Miguel tilted his head, “Do I really look nice?”

The shirt he was wearing was barely hiding anything, any tighter and it would have been considered a muscle tee. It was tucked into some slacks with a belt that made his tiny waist even smaller. The pants hugged his thighs just enough.

“Yeah!” More than he could imagine.

“Thanks,” he smiled a bit. “There’s no hot date. Just wearing something casual.”

Your shoulders lifted at the words.

“Cool, cool.”

“You look nice, as well.”

“Really?” you looked down at your last-minute outfit. Some gray joggers you found at a thrift store and a hoodie you’re almost certain has a random bleach stain somewhere on the back. “You’re digging the midnight chic?”

“Midnight chic?”

“Yeah, an outfit you wear when going out for a snack in the middle of the night.”

Miguel pursed his lips, “It looks soft. Comfortable.”

You involuntarily gripped your bag tighter, watching Miguel’s eyes roam you from the neck down.

Lately, he’s been saying things that make your stomach flutter, from being willing to beat up your boss to fussing at you for running errands so late to remembering small details from months ago.

Only recently has his eyes began to wander. He doesn’t catch on as fast when you explain things to him. You’ve caught him staring at you while you’re looking at other things. His smile lingered a little longer. His hands were a lot more careful. Sometimes, he’d tense up when you touched him.

It was all so confusing and the feelings you’ve pushed down for years have crawled their way back up, waiting at the back of your tongue to be announced.

Still, you were just here to help him for as long as he needed you. Nothing more, nothing less.

You cleared your throat, “Okay so, you said you needed help with…Excel?”

“Mm hm,” Miguel nodded and locked his eyes back on your face.

You pulled your laptop, turning up the brightness so that the scenery wouldn’t shoot straight through the transparent device.

“So, this program is like, extremely old.”

“I know, but it's a middle ground for all of the Spiders. Anything newer would be too much for about a fourth of them and anything older would take ages for anyone to complete.”

“Got it,” you inch close enough to Miguel for his cologne to dance around you. He leaned closer to squint at your laptop and you had to will your hands to not shake like jelly. “So, the program is actually pretty simple. You just enter formulas, charts, numbers, or information in these boxes. There’s a lot more manual work than we’re used to, but it won’t take much to get used to.”

You walked Miguel through everything you’ve taught yourself over the past few days. Having him put in formulas and waiting for the result.

“Like this?”

“Almost! You’re missing a letter here.”

“Can you go over it again?”

Miguel's hands would hover over the keyboard, eyes focused and nose scrunched. Sometimes you would fight the screaming in your head and place your hands over his, helping him punch certain numbers in.

“Miguel, I think you’re messing with me. We’ve repeated this same thing on four other sheets now. I know you’re smarter than that.”

He poked his tongue in his cheek, “I’m just quadruple checking. Gotta teach this to some older people.”

“Fine,” you snort. “One more time and then I have to get ready to go.”

“Already?” Miguel turned to you. “I thought you didn’t have to be somewhere until this evening.”

“I don’t, but I can’t go looking like this. You spent 30 minutes arguing with me about the interface. Don’t you have to go back to HQ soon?”

“No.”

There was a noise behind you. You turn around to see nothing but a curved wall embedded with vines.

You put your heart to your chest, “God, I thought that was a reporter or something. Just the wind I suppose.”

Miguel’s eyes stayed planted on the empty space, “On second thought, let me walk you there. Don’t want any surprises.”

“So you don’t need me to go over this for the fifth time?”

“Nope,” Miguel grinned down at you. “I got it the first time, actually.”

“Oh my god,” you laugh as you hit his arm. He doesn’t even flinch. “You’re such a jerk.”

He looked around and got behind you to squat down, tapping on his gizmo. You could only hide so much of him. “Would a jerk swing you to your apartment?”

You look up at him equipped with his mask.

“He probably would, actually.”

“Aw,” Miguel said, red marks for eyes holding so much sadness. “Oh well.”

You yell as he yanks you up by the waist and shoots his web up to the nearest flying car.

“Miles! You almost screwed us over!” Margo did her best to wipe their trace.

“I panicked!” Miles tried to explain himself as he ran on the windows of a skyscraper.

“For what?” Gwen flipped as she connected from one structure to the next. “It was so clear that he meant that he wanted to be with whoever that was, not because he wants to quit HQ.”

“Seeing him like that feels like we met a new man,” Hobie said. His boots were light in the air. “Don’t like it.”

“You say that like he doesn’t let you get away with everything,” Pavitr said.

“Like what?”

“Like giving away food to the street cleaners.”

“Or like pasting your band stickers everywhere.”

“Or painting an ACAB mural.”

“To be fair, Miguel aligns with every single one of those things,” Hobie shrugged.

“This is great and all, but talk about a major fail,” Peter sighed. “He clearly needs a wingman.”

“I thought he did pretty good!” Miles said.

The rest of the group made a range of judging noises.

“His game definitely needs some work and he’s already on his way back to HQ, so hurry it up, guys. We need to hustle and huddle.”

Miguel was at his dock again, preparing to go check out the anomalies of the week. 

He was back doing the thing that distracted him most: thinking about you. 

Yesterday only confirmed what he’s been thinking about ever since you opened your mouth. 

He’s absolutely infatuated with you. 

At first, he thought it was a fluke, a blip in his timeline. No matter how many times your jokes made him chuckle or your smile brought him warmth, he wasn’t going to lean into it. 

But then, you called him one night and your voice brought him back from the darkness that was consuming him. Stories of your life, an exchange of nostalgia, a whisper of hope for the future, and the confirmation that he was more than the error in time that he thought he was. 

You’re something that he more than adored. 

And yet, he still hasn’t figured out how to tell you. 

He wanted more than the monthly meetups to refresh his memory on the stupid tech that kept this building running. 

Truthfully, he could call Gabriel, or worst case scenario, Xina for help, but every time he got a chance it was your name that crossed his mind. 

Miguel sighed as he started to shut some tabs down. 

“Spiders incoming,” Lyla popped up to inform him. 

Miguel saw the gaggle of teens plus Peter walking to his office. 

“Here we go,” he grumbled. 

“Turn that frown upside-down! Company is always good,” Lyla said. 

Before Peter can open his mouth Miguel is beating him to it. 

“What do you want?”

“Ouch!” Peter laughed. “Not up for a bit of family bonding time?”

“Not with you.”

“Oh c’mon, Miguel,” Peter inches forward as Miguel’s platform comes down. “Hear us out.”

“Make it quick.”

The teens all stared at Peter who looked back and forth between them. 

“Do any of you not know what the word ‘quick’ means?” Miguel asked with irritation lining his voice. 

“Well,” Miles started. 

“You see, we were thinking that you might need some help,” Gwen finishes. 

Miguel crossed his arms, “Help with what.”

“Your sad flirting,” Hobie says. 

“What?”

“You know,” Peter puts his arm around Miguel’s shoulders. “You need a wingman!”

Miguel’s frown grew deeper, “What are you talking about? Did you guys spy on me?”

Six voices overloaded Miguel’s eardrums, all explaining their part of some convoluted scheme. 

“Alright, alight! Quiet!” Miguel holds his hands out. “Margo!”

Miguel pinned his eyes to her with his eyebrows pinched. 

She danced from foot to foot, face scrunched, “We just! We were worried about you so we followed you and saw you making googly eyes at someone!” The words spilled out of her like water. 

Everyone but Hobie looked at Margo incredulously. 

“What?” she whined. “He was giving me his disappointed look. The disappointment was torturing me!”

Miguel turned and paced, pinching his nose as he whispered to himself. 

“Miguel, they could help you!” Lyla said cheerfully. “You’ve only been crushing on them for what…multiple years?”

“Lyla!”

“Multiple years? No wonder you’re always so tense. That’s pretty sad, bro,” Pavitr hummed. 

Miguel pointed his finger, “Don’t bro me.”

“Still seeking authority in his moment of weakness. Something’s got to give,” Hobie went to lean on a wall. 

“We really thought something terrible was going on,” Miles’ shoulders drop. “You also go M.I.A. whenever you have a problem.”

“We just wanted to help,” Gwen supplied. 

“Hey man, don’t blame the kids for this one, alright?” Peter’s voice lowered so only the two of them could hear it, albeit a bit useless in a room full of power-holding teens. “Say the word and we’ll stay out of it, but the kids deserve to know why you were canceling on them at least.”

Miguel looked at Peter with an exasperated face before looking at the teens, three of which looked like they were about to cry. 

He rolled his eyes to the ceiling and let out a deep breath, “I’m not sick.”

“But lovesick?” Margo asked. 

He gave her a tired look, “Yes.”

“Well why not say that instead of just disappearing?”

“They’re the one who helped make the tech for this society. Without them, there would be no updated gizmos, no updated Lyla, no new ideas. Every time I left it was to…get insight on something here. To fix broken tech.”

“And to stare in their face,” Pavitr snickered. 

Miguel panned his eyes to the floor, too embarrassed to admit it. 

“What’s the hold up in telling them how you feel?” Peter asked. “There’s no time like the present.”

“Don’t tell me yesterday was an example of what happens when you try to confess?” Gwen’s face twisted up, teeth clenched in second-hand embarrassment. 

Miguel’s silence was enough of an answer. 

“Tío,” Miles closed his eyes then looked back up dramatically with his hands out. “¡Vamo’! Sácale, llévale al cine.”

Lyla put a spotlight on Miles and held a microphone out to him while Miguel groaned. 

“Cómprale, un ramo de flores!”

“Ya no puédo mas,” Miguel swiped through the holographic mic. “Eso no va a funcionar.”

Miles slumped, “But how do you know? You haven’t even tried! Bañate, junto con el-”

“Don’t finish that song, Miles,” Miguel’s fingers went to his temples. 

“You should really listen to the lyrics-”

“Why don’t we help you win them over?” Margo stood in between the two, ending the squabble. “It’s clear that they seem to like you too.”

Miguel's eyes went softer staring at Margo’s pleading face, “How do you know?”

“We quite literally saw it,” Hobie spoke as if Miguel lost his mind. “No one ever talks to you that sweet.”

The teens all nodded their head in unison and Peter did a horrible job at hiding his laugh. 

Hobie wasn’t done, “Don’t let someone like that slip through your fingers.”

Miguel was at the park again, dressed up even more than last time. An open navy button-down was tucked into his pants, his slacks were dark gray, and he had on one of the more expensive pairs of dress shoes he owned. A chain he borrowed from Gabriel adorned his neck and he let his hair natural and loose for once. 

Under Miles’ advice, he did buy some flowers. Hobie told him to remain calm, Gwen told him to just talk, Pavitr gave him a bullet point list of what and what not to do, and Margo told him that he was the best no matter how the confession turned out.

Peter went on and on about the importance of love and relationships but Miguel was never inclined to listen to him. He did keep the comment about letting you know how much he means to you to heart, though.

He was so in his own thoughts when you showed up in front of him that he didn’t even notice you at first.

He jumped when you tapped his shoulder.

“Woah, it’s just me. And you’re super dressed up today. What’s the occasion? I’m not taking ‘casual’ for an answer this time.”

Miguel swallowed dryly, grip on the bouquet of cool-toned flowers almost enough to wilt the stems.

“Flowers?” your eyes went to his hand.

“Yeah, um.”

Just breathe, Miguel!

Margo’s perky reminders sounded off in Miguel’s head.

“I brought them for you,” Miguel placed them in your hands.

“Oh!” your face lit up. “These are beautiful. Thank you so much. I didn’t get you anything, though. I didn’t know we were bringing gifts today.”

“No need. I wanted to get them because,” Miguel felt his throat closing in. “I really, really like you.”

The smile on your face dropped as you stared at him.

“It’s been particularly hard over the past years to try to focus without you running through my thoughts and I don’t want the fear of myself or my circumstance to stop me from having a chance to be with you.”

Maybe his ears could pick up how fast your heart was going, too.

“So if you’re willing, will you please go out with me?”

You dropped the flowers and brought him in for a tight hug. 

“Are you kidding me? Of course, I’ll go out with you.”

Miguel was quick to wrap his arms around you today, burying his face in your neck, “No hesitation?”

“I’ve been wanting and honestly, waiting for one of us to make a move for years. You’re always so busy, so I was too nervous to even bother,” you look back at Miguel’s face, smiling from ear to ear.

“Sorry to keep you waiting then.”

You looked from his lips to his eyes, “Can we skip a few steps?”

“Such as?”

You pushed forward, melting into him as you slotted his lips against yours, head full of warmth and clouds. Miguel matched your pace, hand on your back as he pressed against you. When he opened your lips you pulled back, breath dancing against his. 

“Swing me to my apartment?”

Miguel smirked, “Always.”

As always, like, reblog, and COMMENT. Let me know how you guys feel! 🩵

[olowan-waphiya]

https://ictnews.org/news/big-pink-truck-delivers-books-love-of-native-literature

https://ictnews.org/news/big-pink-truck-delivers-books-love-of-native-literature

The truck is from the founders of the NDN Book Club, Kinsale Drake, Navajo, and Pte San Win Little Whiteman, Oglala Lakota. The club truck hit the road April 1-5. In addition to distributing books, the team handed out product donations curated by sponsor Amy Denet Deal from 4KINSHIP, a Navajo brand that uses runway fashion to fund social good projects on Navajo Nation like the Yilta Book Drop.

NDN Book Club is a nonprofit, literary organization run by and for Indigenous peoples that hosts free youth workshops, author talks, uplifts Indigenous literature, supports Indigenous booksellers, and sends out free Native books. They are supported by Native actress Amber Midthunder (“Prey”) and model activist Quannah Chasinghorse.

In 2023, they distributed more than 2,000 free books by Indigenous authors to Native youth across Turtle Island, supplied by diverse Indigenous booksellers, publishers and authors. From Muckleshoot in Washington to Piscataway lands in the Northeast, they lead workshops in classrooms, tribal libraries, tribal colleges, book festivals and museums.

[smaller-comfort]

Wip wednesday except a) it's monday and the passage of time is a subjective social construct and b) instead of a piece of actual writing, you get stupid background facts and ideas that haven't made it past the brainstorm phase. Brain is full of bees. Bees are not great at narrative or dialogue. Alas!

I'd do some sort of ask meme, maybe- give me a character and I'll give you a random fact that hasn't shown up in a story yet.

Here's some modern AU and miscellaneous necrons (tired old men, and monster boyfriends) to start.

Modern AU Aephorul has a t-shirt that says "I'm here to eat ass and chew bubblegum. And I'm all outta gum." Resh'an gave it to him for Christmas one year instead of getting him a new pair of booty shorts with ominous quotes on them.

He's not allowed to wear it out of the house ("Why did you give it to me, then?" "Because it reminded me of you. And I will treasure the look on your face when you opened that box until the day I die." The look on Aephorul's face was pure, unguarded delight, and he laughed until he cried.) But he has absolutely shown up in the background of Resh'an's zoom calls with it on when they both work from home. He's reached cryptid status among Resh'an's advisees, which he finds hilarious. Resh'an will vehemently deny that he's trying to encourage this behavior, but secretly he also thinks it's funny. (There's a whiteboard in the physics lounge with a tally of Aephorul sightings for the semester.)

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Anyway this is what I'm writing instead of petplay. *facepalm* It's fine. I'm also stuck in a state of minor crisis over the fact that I'm inevitably going to give Aephorul a goddamn fursona. This is both largely unrelated to the petplay and also extremely embarrassing for me. *double facepalm*

Somewhere between Oltyx leaving on his suicide mission and Denet summoning the monoliths, Erraph basically tackles Parreg in a corridor in a fit of 'holy shit we're not dead yet but we're absolutely going to die soon so this is my last chance'.

Existential crisis aside, one of them has blood streaked across his necrodermis and of course Erraph is just as cursed as the rest of them. "If I'm going to lose myself, it might as well be at your side. Better here than anywhere else."

Parreg is barely holding his shit together at this point; the destruction of his home planet, the inevitable decline of his dynasty, even his own descent into madness- fine. Okay. At least he was going to die with dignity, and not fail his king any further. But surviving? While his king goes off to die? (And this is the second time the survivors of Sedh have watched Oltyx leave on a suicide mission. Once was understandable, and he was only nomarch at the time- but twice is a pattern, and a concerning one at that.)

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I'm not writing any of this! I'm not. I have no desire to write the tragic confessions of a pair of despairing bureaucrats who have spent their eternity engaged in useless, senseless grousing. (They had a place and a purpose in necrontyr society- grain master and magistrate- but as necrons? Without purpose, without respect, without hope for anything but stagnation and madness? *foaming at the mouth*)

Nate Crowley, come here, I just wanna talk. In lieu of that, I will continue to be unhinged and unwell about these bitter old men, and maybe someone else will write it for me.

Okay, so I know we're all here for Anrakyr/Thaszar but I would like everyone to also perhaps contemplate Yenekh being sexy while he runs into Thaszar attempting to capture the aeldari battle cruiser he and his legions just boarded.

Alliances with flayers are uncomfortable at best for most necrons- but Thaszar is already a bit of a pariah in necron space, so it's not like this would make it any worse. It's a mutually beneficial relationship- the flayers are after a different sort of bounty, after all. (Oltyx is still skeptical but he isn't going to spoil Yenekh's fun. He decides to extract assurances that the Sarnekh forces will leave his people unharmed directly from Thaszar and then has to deal with the fact that oh no he's hot.)

Alternatively, Lysikor is lurking somewhere in the Sarnekh fleet- Thaszar's betrayal and overthrow of his dynasty is legendary. He could learn a lot from someone like that.

[magistralucis]

Fucked up by how no life in The Twice-Dead King is insignificant. No one is only an obstacle, only useless, or evil for the pure sake of evil; it's a statistics gamble just to get the simplest soldier replaced, and defeating an antagonist doesn't necessarily improve the situation, since the void they leave continues to haunt the remainder of the text.

Neth isn't just broken and useless, Denet didn't forget the monoliths for nothing. Oltyx would never have returned to his authentic life without Hemiun, the duel with Duamehht was fated and deserved, in terms of Oltyx's pain as much as hers. Lysikor's probably the individual closest to a true villain, in that he's self-concerned, murderous, treacherous, and ultimately aims to harm Oltyx; yet it's all softened by the fact that he appears to have a metafictional awareness of his archetype, rendering his actions more of a stage role than an existential threat. The only true evil in TDK's narrative is ideology (fascism) - and the few times individuals break off from it to clash with the main characters, those encounters have serious consequences for Oltyx and his court. No life, acknowledged as a life, has no effect on the fabric of this duology.

And that's ironic as all hell, given that necrons willingly live in a Hobbesian nightmare of a world where life is nasty and brutish, if not particularly short. Even before biotransference, their militaristic ventures and a strict hierarchy ensured that lives were poor and expendable, and not much has changed on that front. Any level of compassion for a living being is unusual for a necron noble to have, let alone prove true - in fact, most of the tragedy in TDK occurs because the world around Oltyx did its best to beat his compassion out of him, when he was blessed enough to have it from the very beginning. Ever more the twist of the knife, then, that Oltyx and his court ultimately accept the celebration of life-as-they-are (the Flayers) and life-as-it-used-to-be (their lived experiences and desires as necrontyr) through partaking in the lives-that-they-took (flesh from various sources). It needs to be flesh, presumably, because flesh is material proof of something that was organic and living and deserving of that life. If they didn't care about the life part they would just be Destroyers. Sorry I'm just rambling now. This novel has taken over my brain

[somethingclevermahogony]

An Explanation for Kishic Noble Names and a quick intro of the Kishic counting system

Hello y'all this is meant to go along with the previous post about Ninma. Most Kishic indiviuals only have one name, such as Narul, Istek, or Bira. However within the Kishic Noble tradition, a person's full name typically includes four or five elements depending on the person. These being Number, Given Name, Line, Clan/Branch, and Title.

As an example, Ninma's full name is as follows: Ba Ninma Asheradul Ninjali Ninma's full name in Kishic is shown below, her given name is underlined as is typical in the Kishic tradition

More explanation of the naming structure below the cut!

1 Number and Kishic Numeric system

An individual is named for the order in which they are born into a family and/or clan. Family lines typically follow a patrillineal structure. When a family branches or splits forming a "clan/branch" the count is restarted for that particular line. As an example, Ninma is the third person given her name within her direct family line, thus Ba. However, should Ninma have a daughter also named Ninma, because that would no longer be in the direct patrillineal line, the count would restart thus her daughter would be Un, and would mark the first member of a new clan/branch.

1. Un 2. Se 3. Ba 4. Ta 5. Su 6. Tu 7. De 8. Teti 9. Sekesh(a) 10. Bet(a) 11. Ku-Bet(a) 12. Se-Bet(a) 13. Ba-Bet(a) 20. Shet(a) 21. Ku-Shet 22. Se-Shet 30. Bat(a) 31. Ku-Bat(a) 40. Taset(a) 41. Ku-Taset(a) 50. Suset(a) 51: Ku-Suset(a) 60: Tuset(a) 61: Ku-Tuset(a) 70. Denet(a) 71: Ku-Denet 80: Tetet(a) 81: Ku-tetet(a) 90: Seket(a) 91: Ku-Seket(a) 100: Kid(a)

2 Given Name

Noble names originate from a prescribed list, The Decreed Callings, created during the era of the united Kishic empire by King Tamel as a way to easily differentiate the noble from the mundane. This list was carved into stone, and typically left as stelae or rock monuments in the majority of Kishic city's thus, explaining the relative homogenity of spelling between much different cities. The literal meanings of most of these names stem from a dialect of Shabalic now almost entirely forgotten, and thus the actual meaning of each name is of little importance if it is remembered at all. There are exceptions, for example, Ninma, coming from the adjective for small or dimunitve Nina and the word for woman, Ma, quite literally translates to "Small woman". Certain names are more common or traditional within a family.

The majority of names, though not all, have both a feminine and masculine equivalent.

While typically only nobility are permitted to bear these names, if one rises to the ranks of nobility they must choose or have a name from this list given to them, conversely, they may lose the name and replace it with another, often a slightly different version. Eg. Zatar (noble) and Zatur( peasant).

Some peasants, particular those of near noble status, purposely choose these near noble names as a symbol of wealth or status.

Included below are the masculine and feminine equivalent of the thirty-one noble names and some examples of peasant equivalents.

M: Hut(a)bari F: Hut(a)bara (Peasant Hubaru, Hubara)

F: Nin(a)ma (Peasant: Nunima)

M: Zata(a)r ( Peasant: Zatu(u)r)

M: Kotu(u)s F: Kota (Peasant: Kod(o)os, Kata)

M: Akar(a)d F: Akad(a)a (Peasant: Karadu, Karada)

M: Kuru(u)sh F: Kuruma (Peasant: Karu(u)sh, Kurudi)

M: Asher F: Asherta (Peasant: Asher, Aserta)

M: Barunaki M: Baruna (Peasant: Burunaku, Buru(u)n, Buruna)

M: Adakur (Peasant: Adakar)

M: Hiru F: Hiruha (Peasant Shiru, Shiruha)

M: Ladaru F: Ladara

M: Mushadi F: Mushadira

M: Atab F: Atbira (Peasant: Akab, Bira)

M: Adikur F: Adikka ( Peasant: Wa(a)dikir, Wadika)

M: Tizanu(u)sh F: Tizanuma (Peasant: Dizana(a)sh, Dizanuma)

M: Ku(u)bir F: Kubira ( Peasant: Ka(a)dir, Kadira)

M: Enakamer F: Enkama (Peasant: Enkam(i)ish, Enkima)

M: Nas(i)ib F: Nasiba ( Peasant: Na(a)sh, Nashiba)

M: Ham(a)an F: Hamana ( Peasant: Han(a)an, Habana)

M: Ta(a)mel F: Ta(a)melha ( When talking about Ta(a)mel the founder, typically referred to as Ja(a)lT(a)amel or Great Tamel) ( Peasant: Da(a)mul, Da(a)melha)

M: Semaki F: Sema (Peasant: Si(i)m, Suma)

M: Gelabi F: Gelaba ( Peasant: Galari, Garabi) 

M: Mosiru F: Mosira (Peasant: Misiru, Misira)

M: Faru(u)t F: Farutima

M: Keri(i)m F: Kerima

M: Ba(a)lek F: Balekira

M: Fi(i)fnu F: Fifina

M: Nabiru F: Nabira

M: Bazu(u)s F: Baza

M: Uridush F: Uriduma

M: Zeni(i)t F: Zenita (Zeniit is both feminine and masculine in Shabalic)

3 Line

Most noble families trace their ancestry back to a single famous individual, typically a legendary or influential figure. It is not uncommon for nobles to rename their familiy line as a way to improve their standing, nor is it common for families to claim descendancy from mythical figures. Additional it is often the case that multiple families may claim descendancy from the same ancestor.

On rare occassions, a person may choose to start a new line, with themselves as its root, though this is very rare, and typically reserved for kings and usurpers.

Examples:

The Line of Asher- Asherdul

The Line of Tamel ( The most commonly claimed line, 1 in 10 noble families use this title)- Tameldul

The Line of Lat (An entirely fictional character)- Latdul

The Line of Akard- Akarddul

4 Clan/Branch

As was previously explained, a branch most typically forms as the result of a deviation from the direct patrillineal line, in these instances the branch name is typically merely a second number. Typically the direct family line does not have a branch or clan name.

In cases of adoption or as recognition for a particular trait or achievement from a member of line, or conversely as a mark of punishment, a new name may be awared/inflicted on an individual and thus their descendants forming a "clan". Clan's are typically signified by the ending -di.

The creation of new clans (not branches) must be approved by the highest authority of that particular city-state, usually the monarch. A member of that line does not have to be the one to produce a petition for the recognition of a new clan, though they must be noble.

Examples: Den Kotus Ladara(a)dul Hirudi Ekiku The Clan of Hiru (A famous warrior) Se Atab Ku(u)birdul Ba Unku The third branch of the Line of Ku(u)bir Un Barunaki Farutimadul Gomandi Kikunku The Large (fat) Clan (This was unlikely chosen willingly, and was likely the result of a petty squabble or some afront)

Title

Held by many but not all nobles, this is simply a reflection of their job or ranking within a city-state's hierarchy.

Examples Jal/Jali- King/Queen Ninjal/Ninjali- Prince/Princess Unku/Unma- (Generic) Lord/Lady literally One Man/Woman Ekiku/Ekima- Horse man (Mounted warrior/horse keeper) Ekijalku/ma- Charioteer (typically more esteemed than Ekiku) Kikunku/ma- Master of Grain (can refer to those in charge of both granaries/and the production of beer for a royal household) Shukalajal/i- Spearmaster literally Great Spear (Typically the senior guard and champion of the monarch)

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[kotamagic]

Lore Olympus this week answers some questions and creates more...

Persephone sent up a care package (more like a whole-ass shipment) to Demeter as an apology for unintentionally fucking up Spring. At first, Deneter suspects its pity from Hades, but the included note from Persephone clears that up.

In-law tiffy-tiff.... not as comical as "terms and conditions", but we'll roll with it.

While Demeter is signing for the shipment, the nymphs found Hebe in the snow. They immediately bring her in and warm her up.

Once she's stable, the subject of Metis comes up, as well as her strained relationship with her daughters. Metis put a lot of responsibility on Hera & Demeter because it was win the war or die. How the next generation was treated reflects the approaches Hera & Demeter on their respective children.

Demeter micromanaged everything Persephone did so that everything would be perfect. It worked when Metis did it to Demeter during the war, and it worked, so.... why wouldn't it work for Demeter & Persephone?

If you've been reading Lore Olympus this long, then you know damn well that it didn't work.

Obviously, circumstances changed after the war. There was no need to cower in fear from Kronos all the time, but Demeter kept pushing for the same rules and methods, to the point of madness, and that's what drove Persephone away.

Hera, on the other hand, didn't do that to Hebe. She understood that times were different. Hebe, while she had a role, still had wiggle room to be who she wanted to be. The pressure wasn't nearly so crushing.

Also, Cup Bearer? Wasn't that Ganymede's job? Or has he not been kidnapped by Eagle Zeus yet?

We see this kid again. There was mention of something that happened in the past where Demeter was involved in Attica.

The original myth has it that Demeter disguised herself as a mortal while searching for Persephone in the Mortal Realm and was welcomed into the home of King Celeus of Eleusis and his wife. In gratitude for their hospitality, Demeter performed a ritual to make the prince, Demophoon, immortal, but failed when it was interrupted.

But it seems Rachel is making a change to this story...

Lore Olympus has it that Demophoon died of an infected wound rather than burning in the fire of the immortality ritual. Furthermore, his mother is not Queen Metanira...

...but strongly implied to be Demeter herself.

If this happened during the 10 year gap, it would explain why Demeter was so crushed--- she lost ANOTHER child.

But, if these events happened before Persephone's birth, it could explain why she was so obsessed with keeping her safe from everyone & everything.

Demeter never told Persephone about Demophoon because she "didn't want to burden her" with those memories. The truth is, telling Persephone about Demophoon might have provided clarity (NOT an excuse) as to why Demeter was so anxious about her safety.

Ok, I need sleep badly....

Thanks for coming to my LO post!

[buddlebubs]

Denet and Jackel had a rough start. But thankfully jackal eased up. And now I can’t separate them. My handsome lads, husky is Denet, jackal is an Australian shepherd though he looks nothing like any of his siblings who definitely show the breed standard.

[bitchofthebilds]

Ways dragon age inquisition could be improved:

- Allow inquisitor to scratch the horse’s nose when visiting at the stables

- Inquisitor can feed their horse a carrot, apple, or sugar cube when visiting their horse at the stables

- Horse grooming mini game where you can wash and brush your horse and afterwards he looks shiny and clean

- Horse practice ring where you can run different courses (like you do at denet’s stables in the hinterlands)

- Sera’s arc allows her to realize that while yes, mages do hold a certain power over the everyday common person, they are also an oppressed group in most countries in thedas, and she actually has more in common with them than she thinks, and she comes around not only to treating mages with kindness but also to joining their fight and biting back at the too-big-in-the-breeches higher ups who force them to live in prisons

- Every so often the horse gets little hearts around its head because it loves you

[444names]

Names generated from Italian cities, Roman places/ruins and Bulgarian forenames, excluding the letter "H"

Acefka Acquil Agomil Albil Alenza Alessa Aletan Aletorea Aliudmila Alium Aliumer Amulava Anfrum Anikon Anium Annay Anova Aplegna Aplena Apris Aquae Aquasta Aquil Argamena Ariandini Aricelinum Arilav Arovista Asilizana Aspenka Atorda Aviglium Aviguna...

Baskeva Bastanka Batabana Beiacentis Belyanice Bevine Biianova Biliia Blabra Blandum Blangaray Blavara Bobanna Bogna Bognanka Bogniaes Bojida Bojidano Bojidelina Boliyasta Bomirocon Boncas Bonko Boran Borealiy Boria Borleka Borni Bortiva Boykoslada Bozdariana Bradistina Bradrista Braeala Bramuccin Bridana Brina Brisla Brulota Brulum Bulausa Bulava Bulogda Cafae Cafrea Calavar Calesta Calia Calium Calta Camento Camulagona Canium Caramir Caria Carto Cassabia Castertua Cateia Cereggia Ciandurino Clava Cloromitur Colan Conga Congus Conis Conto Corigli Corno Corum Cosla Cresseria Crium Cromonsca Culactiva Culuna Cunuena Daleksa Dandra Dania Darislamna Dattina Denete Denuelen Denzana Derto Disto Domia Dorgila Dosen Driassa Drina Dubrislav Dunelina Duria Duril Durivko Durna Ebeliyanka Ebenaeva Elina Elleortin Elletana Ellueva Ellunisua Emiliglia Emilvigo Emira Entonto Eragomin Erealienum Ermonia Eteria Etoia Evaynatas Eviocola Faltan Fandanka Fanevan Fanium Fanka Fantupia Fatavio Fatemiri Febelato Fercon Feria Feryx Fidalis Fogda Fogno Fonna Fonto Fordena Forgia Foriso Gabas Galae Galtan Gamodeja Gamucenka Garan Gareggium Garra Garrana Geliian Gella Genzislae Geonna Gevellora Grinum Grivigen Groslava Grotanka Grotoia Grovida Iacia Ieremon Igerea Igliani Ilagli Ilenellon Imilla Imillinaia Inuen Ireza Islav Ispan Istorum Iumir Ivara Ivigno Ivkolix Ivola Ivonavium Ivoncon Ivora Ivorkalù Ivrifolia Jorka Jortium Kalen Kazdra Kimvigna Kiradko Kiras Kiratei Krava Kritur Ladiacafra Lagna Larislav Lavaliza Lavreata Lenapota Lerno Letko Lianoria Liume Ljubelium Ljubraev Lodinae Lodna Lognyilio Lonia Lonika Lonstium Lordana Lubena Luces Luelium Luelix Luntelayna Lunum Luslar Lyana Macas Macellum Maglii Magorota Maliyan Marento Marina Maruttium Maspaste Materran Mesav Milamir Millavons Mlaro Molina Momir Mongeona Moniae Montia Mytimonav Mytineva Naceren Nadimir Nadko Naiandrea Navko Nederister Netanovio Nonka Norae Noruelabil Ogdae Oggil Ognisla Ognovia Olergio Padelin Padurote Palbissen Pandica Panka Paranolia Paria Paronka Passaen Pavaronka Pavilagio Pavko Peden Pedenum Perescium Perrae Petavris Petes Petoia Petum Pezzo Piagnovio Pislae Pison Poban Pobbia Polla Pomarana Pomir Pomoncae Ponti Pontia Ponum Pornicia Porno Porto Potamons Potan Potona Prayna Prifor Radimir Radris Raglia Ragna Raman Ranimili Rapar Rarpio Ratium Razko Realeni Rebetria Reggia Regnae Remnaterad Ressimon Revisla Rinia Roduas Roman Rovin Ruglium Rurna Ruron Rurotanum Sabeliiae Sabis Sandur Saneveta Sanka Sanoa Sarsa Savarezio Scamonfrum Sciaes Selegossa Selia Selinia Sentici Sessavii Simalium Sistasta Stalia Stana Stanicira Starian Steccium Stinum Stiur Stonkazko Sveta Tanza Tarlegunum Tasilia Tefka Teradezzia Terili Terno Teryx Tonika Tradossa Traeva Treggium Tressepia Triana Trignya Trurieta Tzabaregna Tzimir Tzves Tzvetana Udmillagno Udmir Udmiraca Varino Varmo Varraenza Veceno Vellegnyan Velluen Velogni Venia Venista Venolbei Venoleggi Venticiva Ventodina Venza Veria Versana Vertoia Vesaben Vessarti Vetanika Vetlago Vetticia Vetum Vianka Vicaroum Viccase Vignyazm Vilate Visilia Vispav Vlagun Yanka Yanko Yarpissa Yazko Yorbatrio Yubremo Zdastabio Zlabri Zlangene Zlanka Zlatinedas Zorissimon