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hilarychuff · 2 years ago

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5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

hmmmmm do i have any writing superstitions

i mean i don't think it is like bad luck to write out of chronological order but i do think like... fat chance you'll be writing the same exact story you anticipated by the time you get to the part you were writing in advance. i talked about that a lil here too

maybe that is not true for others though like maybe if you have a really clear idea of what you want to happen you can do that but for me it is just a recipe for having to kill your darlings probably

that said again i do like to jot down notes for what i'm working towards so that i can do a lot of plotting/potential problem solving/sketching out chapter lengths (specific to i carry it in mine really bc of the perspective swap) at once and the way i write my notes is p entertaining to me

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

i answered that one before too!! here it is

????¿¿¿¿ i don’t know tbh!!!! i believe some things are def unexplainable and i don’t like to think that when you die you are just dead. personally, i have never had any kind of ghost encounter that wasn’t probably just some like sleep paralysis nightmare. i have friends who have their OWN ghost encounters and not just in a one-off kind of way, but then you also read all those things that are like “old haunted houses actually plagued by carbon monoxide leaks probably” and it’s like well that makes a lot of sense lmao.

reading an article about the original/real conjuring house with the perrons was v fascinating though, i’ll say that. not that they couldn’t have all collaborated on that together but i am certainly of the mind that we do not know all there is to know or all there ever will be to know about the world around us!! we’re still learning! regardless though i love a ghost story or piece of ghost media.

to add: i did also recently meet a 10 year old who told me in the middle of a VERY serious conversation that she can talk to ghosts and later in a serious follow up conversation she told me that her mom can too and whatever my take on the supernatural may be, i definitely believe that she believes it

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

hmmmm ok i have a couple things in the pipeline right now

i haaaaave

1) ideas brewing for howl 3. as far as i’ve gotten, can’t decide if i want to tell any of it from jon’s perspective. that feels very breaking dawn in the twilight saga to me lmao but also sidney is not in so much of scream 3 that it feels like it might be a good narrative adaptation??? but haven’t committed to anything yet. i have an idea of the basics of who is ghostface/why but haven’t figure out yet a) how to make it not super obvious (tricky for howl 2 and i managed by mostly keeping things off page which worked imo only because it was a faithful adaptation if you only stick closely to sansa/sidney’s perspective) b) the actual details of like..... how it would work in practice

2) i carry it in mine. i’ve started writing the next chapter!!!! which is a jon chapter. and which maybe had like one particularly worthwhile moment in it but i decided to split a sansa chapter into two chapters which meant i needed a jon chapter to go in between. and he’s got thoughts brewing!! but i didn’t necessarily have a lot of action steps for him. and he just had a mainly thoughts chapter. so for a long time i was like.... idk what to write here i’ll come back to it later. and now i have revisited it more and i’m like.... wait what about THIS. something that felt obvious but i hadn’t considered it before. and now i’m like???? does that change the potential narrative??? do i want to update what happens next to accommodate that potential change? is there a way to have that update while also neutering it so it doesn’t have a larger impact??? the next jon chapter is also potentially more thinky and reacty. idk i want to give them equal weight and not do jon a disservice just bc i am a sansa gal at heart but also it just so happens that right now sansa is at a more action packed part of the story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ugh

3) i have some finished au graphics that don’t have blurbs written for them yet for various reasons one i haven’t figured out the like surrounding cast of characters necessarily for the “ft. a as x, b as y, c as z” part at the bottom of them. i also haven’t gotten around to writing the blurb at all but i don’t think that’ll be the tricky part.

i am always like hesitant to say what they are in advance bc i am a lil gremlin hoarding ideas lmfao look at me being so cautious literally why and for what

anyway i also have another that was fully done but i had two final versions i couldn’t pick between and @loulanorth very sweetly let me bounce some ideas around and i think after much Contemplation™️ i finally decided which one is THE final one but now i have to write the blurb

i have another one where honestly the finished version of the graphic has been in my drafts for fully seven months. it’s one where i think i really want to actually write something for it, and i started the other day. but then i was like “idk if this is how arya would actually respond” and it threw me for a loop. idk i find myself like... i was telling @chdarling yesterday that i think when writing my obstacle is not with getting the words on paper so much as it is with knowing what the characters would do. i want to find the objectively correct answer but also sometimes there isn’t a single objectively correct answer. but what if there is!!! i want to find it!!!!!! and then sometimes it’s just like. ok sigh. maybe you can wait until it comes to you. wait out the contemplation percolation stage. but then other times.... does it really matter???? what if you just picked one that suited the story you are trying to tell and then fleshed out why they feel that way. doesn’t that work??? idk. letting it percolate a lil longer just to see

and then then i have another finished graphic but again some of the background casting/mechanics haven’t been fleshed out yet so i can’t write the blurb until i figure out all the moving parts

ALSO not jonsa or sansa related at all, i also have a marauders era mediator au that i started back in like 2015 that i started rewriting in maybe like 2020 that i don’t want to publish any of until i am at least caught up to where i was but also have no incentive to work on really because nobody is waiting for it so lmao. but that one is fun and i like to think about it when i’m feeling marauders vibes. but in adapting the mediator series framework i just have ideas for a larger overarching character arc/romance and it would take SO LONG TO WRITE!!!! that it’s almost like. anyway!!!!! maybe it’s just fun to have ideas!!!! lmfao

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red-hood-vigilante · 4 years ago

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hbo spn storylines, drabbles, ideas, thoughts, wishlist, whatever you may call it. it’s messy, nothing makes sense and pretty sure a lot of these contradict each other

more of sam at stanford with jessica/flashbacks. jessica potentially lives but is revealed to be a demon (but she developed actual feelings for sam and really did come to care for him because a demon falling in love with a human would be SO interesting) OR she lives but her memory gets wiped like dean did to lisa OR she dies like she did but she is a ghost that haunts sam (he welcomes it but eventually he lets her go -> character arc). he still dreams about her though and he has her keepsakes with him wherever he goes, her rings, her favourite book, anything that was left of her from the fire

you have to be extremely careful when making deals with demons because they are cunning and evil creatures. they will follow the rules of the deal but will find loopholes to put some sadistic twist on the terms. you want money? of course, too bad you’ll be arrested for fraud before you can use any of it and spend the next ten years in jail before i drag you to hell. you want a perfect husband? sure he’ll love you. in fact, he’ll love you so much he’ll keep you locked up in the basement to keep you safe etc etc. saving a person often becomes the person that causes or leads to your death.

the creation of jack: after s5, when lucifer is trapped in the cage again lucifer fuses his own soul with a human soul to create jack, who escapes to earth to find sam and castiel. i have a longer post about this saved in my drafts

lucifer is trapped for good in the cage after s5 but if he was to return again, dean would kill him while sam would kill michael - this would be nice parallels and a sort of fulfillment of the “one brother must kill the other” prophecy because one brother DO kill another brother, just not their own

more azazel and how he came to the plan of how to free lucifer; opening a hell gate earlier, more experimentations with the demon blood etc

mary was infected with the blood when she was a baby, sam is the first and only second generation special child (longer post about that here)

personally, i want to see more and know more about john and mary’s relationship. when mary died, john and mary had fulfilled their destiny (having sam and dean) so does that mean that his love and dedication to mary post her death was falsely fabricated by the angels to ensure sam and dean would grow up in ideal conditions to become hunters? or maybe, after mary’s death, john wakes up from the spell with two kids he doesn’t recognize and a wife he thinks he loved, but the memories of the past years of his life are like a fever dream; he never wanted to live in a town like this nor was he interested in having kids? but here the house is, and here are his kids, but now he’s alone and empty and with no answers. (idk i just find john and mary and their relationship very fascinating) if the latter, if john and mary see each other again it’s like the spell activates again and they become blindly in love with each other, but once gone, they return to their confused and hazey state of mind, like just woken up from a coma

i do like mary coming back but i love how in s5 when she wasn’t found in heaven it was hinted that she was just discarded because she had fulfilled her “purpose” and i think this adds to the whole notion of how heaven and angels can be really cruel AND how mary is this mythical, religious figure to both sam and dean and we only get to know her through their lenses, like religion and faith

ruby is present for a longer amount of time to make the reveal even more shocking. at one point or another, dean does actually trust her and they all work together on cases for a while. ruby’s backstory as a witch is more explored. i like her death in s4 because she’s in this total state of euphoria and has achieved a goal only she was entrusted with, and she is so convinced sam will understand, until sam holds her down while dean carves her heart out. so we either keep that or she serves lucifer for a while (until he kills her which she is happy about because of her blind loyalty to him, could again mirror dean and john/castiel and heaven) or she serves lucifer and like crowley she realizes lucifer will kill demons after humans (redemption arc, but i don’t really like that, let her be evil!!)

dean and sam helps bela out of her deal and she becomes their go-to person when they need a magic item or book. she doesn’t like it but she owes them. regularly hooks up with jo.

angels are really hollow soldiers - they only follow orders and don’t understand the concept free will or choice or individuality at all. they are extremely righteous and strike without warning often on a whim, often very bloody (explosions a la castiel in swan song). if something fall into what they consider justice they will kill it. no concept of love, attraction or gender. real form can’t be perceived by humans unless they want them to, which leads to eyes melting (pamela) or breaking a person’s mind (in 5.16 zachariah actually says that sam and dean sees him in his vessel bc they’re ‘limited’. so.)

castiel, anna, maybe uriel and some others are exceptions to this, but only becomes so after longer exposure to human’s world. even then, they don’t change their violent whims, just the reasoning and where their loyalty lies

hbo spn is s1-5 stretched out for 8-10 seasons with the aesthetics of s1-2. i’m cutting out demon dean, purgatory, the mark of cain, the men of letters, the alphas, leviathatan, god being the real villain all along and the other worlds because it was just too much and far remived from the roadtrip aesthetic. keeping kevin, charlie (she is introduced via ash bc they’re hacker friends), the trials, rowena, uuuh the angels falling is such an interesting concept but idk if it would fit. maybe metatron? but his motivations are different. soullessness + the concept of souls might be kept if it’s explained better. i’m torn on whether or not to include the campbells

hell, heaven and purgatory are explained but only seen in glimpses, keep these ideas ambiguous and up to interpretation outside of what we hear. remember the line ‘hell is...well, it’s like hell. even for demons’? leave it at that. the exception is 5.16 bc that episode fucks so hard

if we end on swan song and let the show be the tragedy it is, i want to keep the ambiguous ending. is that sam or lucifer? if it’s sam, will he contact dean or walk away? we will never know! there is also no ‘the world is ending’ more than once, it really lost its impact after the second or third time.

idk how i feel about the men of letters - it is logical that there would be organized hunting and an established network and system on how to do things, but for the sake of keeping it hbo-style and grounded, there are no networks beyond the roadhouse and singer’s salvage yard.

i want sam and dean not have a permanent home except the impala, motels and impala ONLY. the bunker had potential but it was just for the sake of convenience it was there with all the lore and answers they needed when it was necessary. maybe eventually they do stop travelling so much when it becomes more about the Big Stuff instead of the episodic cases that requires driving all the time but it will be like an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere. i want sam and dean to never have a physical house as a home but they scrape together whatever they have make something similar to a show

as the show progresses, sam and dean become pretty hated by other hunters because they’ve started apocalypse and have an increasingly shitty reputation. and john was an infamous good hunter but also a dick. everybody knows that people who work with the winchesters often end up dead, that one brother will sacrifice anything and anyone to save the other and that they frequently work alongside demons. even the ones they DO work with (jo, ellen, bobby, rufus, bela) are hesitant to be involved with them

sam’s powers are strong but after killing lilith and the truth revealed to him, he represses the powers in shock and fear of how blinded he was by them and the rush of power they gave him. a little more about how sam fears what the lust for power and strength did to him. he continues to repress his powers, often to a dangerous point where he will be on death’s door as a result of not using them. when meeting jack and mentoring him in using his powers, jack asks him about sam’s powers after sensing them. sam eventually decides to lead by example and embraces his powers again, but remains extremely careful about using them (this also fulfills dean’s arc of having to let go of the holy-innocent-pure-ideal-not a person but an idealized version of sam-little brother sam he has put on a pedestal for so long)

bobby is viewed as a father figure by sam and dean but bobby makes it clear he doesn’t want that burden or relationship in his life after his wife died. he makes this clear to them too, but sam and dean have fucked up perceptions of parental figures so they don’t think bobby means it (they just latch on to whatever parental figures they can find)

we see more of sam’s relationship with the side characters; sam and jo hunt together on occasion, he hangs out with ash and talks hacking when visiting the roadhouse. he and ellen loves playing poker together. if anything, dean is the one who’s isolated - he only ever really cared about mary, john, sam and cassie, and never really had any friends. sam is way more well adjusted and sociable after spending time at stanford where he’s had conversations that didn’t only revolve around dead bodies and lore.

this could also feed into dean’s extreme abandonment issues and isolation he feels and how this would affect his psyche

sam and dean are both unknowingly prepared to become the perfect vessels; sam loses his humanity by becoming more and more like lucifer (defying his father and his will) while dean becomes prepared by doing what michael did; casting his brother away in his time of need (blindly following his father and his will). very much like in s4 but even more intense and brutal (i love angst :))

we see different hybrids; demon/human (antichrist), human/(arch)angel (nephilim) and demon/angel (???), but none of them are all powerful bc narratively that’s really boring. they’re strong but have very specific powers that affects them and/or their surroundings in catastrophic ways (but no other worlds bs, we stick to the road trip aesthetic, keep it grounded). i want the only all powerful character to be god but he doesn’t show up at all, he’s the ultimate absent father. is it chuck? we never find out!

powers would for example include giving people diseases, force anyone close to them to tell the truth (not consciously, it’s just the air around them), read minds, create storms, light things on fire when they’re angry, make people hallucinate etc. like fucked up shit but not things that are too grande because again - that’s really boring

abbadon, the princes of hell and the four horsemen are more fleshed out villains instead of the one season reign the each had.

being a prince of hell is a title that is inherited - after azazel dies, sam gets the title because he is the one with azazel’s blood in him OR meg does, but idk if that would be as interesting (if she actually was his daughter)

it remains a horror show throughout, lots of gore and blood

the moral code and ethics of the brothers are the opposite of the beginning; dean thinks in black and white, sam sees shades of grey and individuals instead of what they are. however, as the show progresses, their train of thought becomes opposites; dean becomes more open to how people are true evil and how monsters are often victims of their circumstance while sam becomes harsher and less forgiving after ruby’s betrayal along with finding out the truth of his existence and how there’s been demons around his entire life. eventually they’re on the same page and they see the circumstances.

on the other hand; i also really fuck with the idea of dean maintaining his black and white morals on that all monsters=inherently evil, humans=inherently pure and good, but he is the only human on team free will. sam is half demon, castiel is an angel, jack is a nephilim, rowena is a witch, garth is a werewolf, mary is a zombie etc

demons become demons in hell by agreeing to become the torturer and thus giving up their humanity to be free of pain, does that mean they could become humans again by regaining some humanity? by doing good deeds? (potentially this is confirmed with jessica and how she came to love sam; genuine love and care for a human could reverse the demon process?) this also means dean was a demon in hell but was purified/turned back again when castiel raised him. this also plays into dean becoming like michael; in trying to absolve himself from what he did in hell he becomes ruthless, unforgiving and righteous to evil, much like the angels, regardless of his personal connection to a person and what he would consider “evil”

dean and pacifisim: after dean is cured from being a demon/the mark of cain/is made aware of his blind righteousness that he used as an excuse to kill, he becomes firmly determined to reign in his anger and violent tendencies by becoming a pacifist (like sam in s11) as a way to redeem all the blood he’s spilled. of course in his profession and true dean fashion he won’t be able to do it 100% so he decides to only act in self defense, and he only goes batshit violent on the offense when it’s about protecting sam

OR. dean’s self righteousness becomes his own downfall; the belief that all evil must be eradicated, refusal to see the circumstances and the shades of grey is what pushes him to lose his humanity and become a demon and therefore, in a potential ending the ruler of hell, because i think it would such an interesting journey from a to b, that dean starts out human, revels in his holiness, executes and kills in the name of his own holiness in the belief that he’s becoming the ultimate angel, the ultimate hero when it’s doing the opposite. if this happened then sam would take the opposite route; starts as a human, becomes more and more demonic, stops himself and returns to his hopeful and optimistic self, has faith and humility and that is what makes him ascend from abomination to purified and holy (trials).

this could be a perfect 10 season structure as well: s1-5 are when sam and dean start off humans; dean becomes holy and as close to an angel a human can be, while sam drinks the demon blood and almost becomes one to gain the freedom and power he wants, but begins to turn it around to send lucifer back to hell. s6-10 is when dean becomes the unholy and sam becomes the holy even though neither realize because now there’s no grand master plan - this is who they are, who they choose themselves. don’t know how this ould end though; either as normal humans again (but there wouldn’t really be a ”normal” after everything) or they really go off the rails with sam like ruling heaven (not as god though, just as a good and just man) and dean ruling hell. castiel is human and stays on earth with jack.

the gothic americana aesthetic is kept throughout the entire show and is only shot on film

after s5 castiel returns to heaven to help restore order, and he takes charge for a little while, but eventually returns to earth after trying to introduce democracy to angels who didn’t get it. in his place, anna takes over and she rules heaven well (after trying to kill mary when going back in time she isn’t killed by michael, but narrowly escapes and remains in hiding to heal until castiel reaches out and finds her)

when finding out they are The Vessels and will be brought back regardless of what they try, sam and dean explore what this means more. dean throws himself into dangers and to protect others. he is burned, blown up, stabbed, electrocuted, beheaded and eaten, but wakes up the next morning in his bed without a scratch, without any pain and memories of his deaths. he revels in this untouchability. sam kills himself over and over only to be resurrected again and again by lucifer. he remembers the pain and blood.

that being said, while dean is like angel royalty, sam is demon royalty. the demons don’t go after him, they don’t hurt him. some even offer up themselves to be drained of blood, even after lilith’s death. it makes it really difficult to stay clean but he pulls through with dean and castiel actually supporting him. to help sam get through his addiction, dean stops drinking alcohol and they go through their withdrawal together

the angels almost worship dean as the michael sword and have an open disgust towards sam for being lucifer’s vessel - they always answer dean’s prayers and calls for help, they follow his orders if need be and don’t hesitate to heal him if he needs it. sam could pray until his vocal chords bleed or call out for help while holding his guts in his hands; none of the angels would come to his aid. the only one who answers sam’s prayers is lucifer as a voice in sam’s head or a hallucination. sam could call demons to help him out but he refuses

sam isn’t the first hunter to drink demon blood, to try to enhance his own abilities using the supernatural as a means to get there - there are hunters who have altered themselves with parts from werewolves and vampires to become better hunters, like the styne family (the guys from s10), blurring the lines again of what’s good and human vs what is evil and inhumane

if angels can’t find a vessel to volunteer, they will force them to say yes - the how is not important, only that the ‘yes’ is said, whether its meant or not, any verbal yes will do. the angels never sleep and they never eat, which is disturbing to sam and dean who are exhausted all the time and eat scraps whenever they can

castiel, like all other angels, is taught to despise and not care about sam winchester at all, but the more castiel gets to know sam, he becomes fascinated with him, how lucifer’s ultimate vessel, starter of the apocalypse and destroyer of god’s creation can be so kind and gentle, so full of faith, acceptance, optimism and hope. in dean castiel sees a good man, yes, but also a man who’s bloodthirsty, rages, revels in war, resorts all problems with violence, loves conditionally and expects unquestioned loyalty. sam too, has a darkness and bloodthirst in him, but it only comes out in glimpses. castiel thinks it’s funny, how sam turns out to be the opposite of lucifer while dean is so alike michael

#hbo spn #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #iben spoke #girl help this makes no sense #these are just things i want to see plot-wise and character arc-wise

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thegrapeandthefig · 4 years ago

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The Werewolves of Arcadia

This is my contribution to @adri-le-chat 's Halloween "Haunting Pagan Lore" event. As you can see from the title, I've chosen a classic of horror and folklore tales for which many have forgotten the ancient origins. This will be long, so let's get into it.

The myth of King Lycaon While the earliest known example of man-to-wolf shifting dates back to the Epic of Gilgamesh (c. 2100 BC), the Greek case is considered the second oldest, and the one scholars consider as the root of werewolf belief in Europe, as the myth got carried over to the Romans. However, one should note that lycanthropy and human-to-animal transformation beliefs also arose independently in other cultures around the world.

In Greece, the first werewolf is King Lycaon of Arcadia. The story is said to go this way, though with several variants: King Lycaon ruled over the region of Arcadia, Pan's homeland. A wild, lush and mountainous region of Greece. Lycaon had several children, mainly Kallisto, Keteus and Nyktimos. After seducing Kallisto, Zeus is invited to a feast by Lycaon. The issue is, Lycaon serves him human flesh:

"After Zeus had seduced Kallisto, Lykaon, pretending not to know of the matter, entertained Zeus, as Hesiod says, and set before him on the table the babe which he had cut up.”

- Hesiod, Astronomica Fragment 3 (from Comm. Supplem. on Aratus)

"Two lesser known Athenian playwrights, Xenokles the Elder and Astydamas the Younger, produced plays entitled Lykaon. Presumably these told the story of the sacrifice of the child."

- Xenocles the Elder & Astydamas the Younger, Lycaon (lost plays) (c. 5th to 4th BC.)

The general idea is that Zeus is deeply offended by the act and turns King Lycaon into a wolf. However, there are many versions to the myth. Pausanias, in the 2nd century AD, explains it this way:

" Lykaon brought a human baby to the altar of Zeus Lykaios, and sacrificed it, pouring out its blood upon the altar, and according to the legend immediately after the sacrifice he was changed from a man to a wolf (lykos) . . . All through the ages, many events that have occurred in the past, and even some that occur to-day, have been generally discredited because of the lies built up on a foundation of fact. It is said, for instance, that ever since the time of Lykaon a man has changed into a wolf at the sacrifice to Zeus Lykaios, but that the change is not for life; if, when he is a wolf, he abstains from human flesh, after nine years he becomes a man again, but if he tastes human flesh he remains a beast for ever."

- Pausanias, Description of Greece 8. 2. 1 - 6

Ovid, when rewritting the myth in the 1st century AD, decided to turn the narrative to Lycaon doubting the divinity of Zeus when the god visited Arcadia. In order to test Zeus’s divinity, Lycaon attempts to feed him cooked human flesh and have him assassinated in the night. When Zeus realizes what Lycaon is doing, Lycaon tries to flee in fear. But as he runs into the fields of Arcadia, Lycaon is transformed into a wolf.

The cult of Zeus Lykaios

The transformation of King Lycaon is a punishment for human sacrifice and cannibalism, sometimes permanent or, as we saw above, for a certain amount of time under the condition of not eating human flesh.

The myth is said to have inspired the cult of Zeus Lykaios in Arcadia (or perhaps the opposite), for which, human sacrifices have been rumored to occur. The sanctuary of Zeus Lykaios was on one of the three crests of Mt. Lykaion, where the festival of the Lykaia was celebrated approximately once every four years. We owe the earliest reference to human sacrifices on this mountain to Plato:

"What then is the beginning of the transformation from protector to tyrant? Is it not clearly when the protector begins to do the same as the man in the story which is told concerning the sanctuary of Zeus Lykaios in Arcadia?’ ‘What story?’ he said. ‘How the man who has tasted of the piece of human entrails—one of these having been cut up along with the entrails of the other victims—it is necessary for this man to be turned into a wolf. Or haven’t you heard the story?’ ‘I have." -Plato, Republic 8, 565D–E

Pausanias, who visited the location in the 2nd century AD, also mentions the story:

“For they say that after Lycaon someone would always be turned from a man into a wolf at the sacrifice of Zeus Lykaios, but that he would not become a wolf for all his life. Rather, if while he was a wolf he refrained from human flesh, they say that afterwards in the tenth year he turned back from a wolf into a man. But if he had tasted human flesh he remained a beast forever.”

-Pausanias, Description of Greece, 8.2.6

Later, he goes on to mention the sacrifices are still performed on the moutain, subtly implying that he thinks those are human sacrifices:

"they sacrifice in secret; I did not wish to inquire further into the details of the sacrifice: let it be as it has been from the beginning”

-Pausanias, Description of Greece, 8.38.7

Both Plato and Pausanias are skeptics on the existence of the transformation from man to wolf. Pausanias, especially, makes it very clear when giving account of the story of Damarchus:

"But concerning the boxer named Damarchus, who was by birth an Arcadian of Parrhasia, except for his victory at Olympia I do not believe the other things said by pretentious men, namely that he was changed from a man to a wolf at the sacrifice of Zeus Lykaios and that ten years later he again became a man. Nor did it seem to me that this was said about him by the Arcadians, for in this case it would also be said in the inscription at Olympia, which runs as follows: Damarchus son of Dinyttas set up this statue, a Parrhasian by birth from Arcadia.”

-Pausanias, Description of Greece, 6.8.2

Archeaological search has not confirmed human sacrifices to be taking place, despite the legends. The numerous bones found were mostly ones from small animals, with the occasional bigger cattle or pig. Thus there are strong doubts on the reality of infant sacrifices. If they did exist, the absence of remains would indicate either that the victims were so young their remains didn't survive time, or that the remains were removed for a separate burial.

Other instances of werewolf tales

It is very clear now that the region of Arcadia is linked for the Ancients to the trope of man to wolf transformation, and probably taking root in both tale and cult. However, this while this is the most documented story, there are other mentions of wolf-shifting in ancient literature.

Herodotus, for instance, tells us this when describing the Neuri:

"It may be that these people are wizards; for the Scythians, and the Greeks settled in Scythia, say that once a year every one of the Neuri becomes a wolf for a few days and changes back again to his former shape. Those who tell this tale do not convince me; but they tell it nonetheless, and swear to its truth." - Herodotus, Histories, IV.105

Much later, in the late first century AD, Petronius includes a werewolf story in his Satyricon, which goes as follows:

"I seized my opportunity, and persuaded a guest in our house to come with me as far as the fifth milestone. He was a soldier, and as brave as Hell. So we trotted off about cockcrow; the moon shone like high noon. We got among the tombstones: my man went aside to look at the epitaphs, I sat down with my heart full of song and began to count the graves. Then when I looked round at my friend, he stripped himself and put all his clothes by the roadside. My heart was in my mouth, but I stood like a dead man. He made a ring of water round his clothes and suddenly turned into a wolf. Please do not think I am joking; I would not lie about this for any fortune in the world. But as I was saying, after he had turned into a wolf, he began to howl, and ran off into the woods. At first I hardly knew where I was, then I went up to take his clothes; but they had all turned into stone. No one could be nearer dead with terror than I was. But I drew my sword and went slaying shadows all the way till I came to my love's house. I went in like a corpse, and nearly gave up the ghost, the sweat ran down my legs, my eyes were dull, I could hardly be revived. My dear Melissa was surprised at my being out so late, and said, 'If you had come earlier you might at least have helped us; a wolf got into the house and worried all our sheep, and let their blood like a butcher. But he did not make fools of us, even though he got off; for our slave made a hole in his neck with a spear.' When I heard this, I could not keep my eyes shut any longer, but at break of day I rushed back to my master Gaius's house like a defrauded publican, and when I came to the place where the clothes were turned into stone, I found nothing but a pool of blood. But when I reached home, my soldier was lying in bed like an ox, with a doctor looking after his neck. I realized that he was a werewolf, and I never could sit down to a meal with him afterwards, not if you had killed me first. Other people may think what they like about this; but may all your guardian angels [genius] punish me if I am lying.”

-Petronius, Satyricon, 62 (tr. Michael Heseltine)

Final words

Despite being present in literature, there seems to be a common disbelief amongst the Ancients when it comes to the veracity of werewolves, but it is also possible that the explicit disbelief shown by the authors cited there is meant to differiate them with the popular folk beliefs of their time. With this, I wish you all a Spooky Halloween.

#hauntingpaganlore #halloween special #werewolves #ancient history #ancient greece

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ts-unsolved · 5 years ago

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Final Wrap-up for Chapter One

((since chapter one will be coming to a close shortly and there is still an assortment of questions left over, here is a masterpost of responses to queries that couldn’t be addressed during the story!

[reminder: the ask box will be left open, however the characters are not available. please keep in mind that non-plot related questions will not be answered by the characters after this post.]

Anonymous said: ((Just wanted to tell you your drawings are so pretty and I love ur blog. That is all I have no braincells to ask questions))

Anonymous said: OKAY MOD I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW I LOVE THIS AU SO MUCH AND ITS SO COOL AND GOOD AND YOUR ART IS TOO!! sorry for caps I’m just excited

Thank you! Sorry I didn’t always get around to answering asks like this, but for every one that was sent in, I appreciated it with all my heart. You guys are angels 💖

Anonymous said: What is one haunted location you guys would really like to visit someday?

Poveglia is definitely the highest on the list for the notoriety alone, although they would likely never get the permission to go (the history in general is almost excessively horrible and tragic, so nothing good would come out of doing an episode there. Maybe it’d be good as a final-chapter type location? 🤔).

@anxious-fander-bean said: Hey Logan, have you ever tried swing dancing? It's really fun and good excersize! There's also a lot of bouncing and upbeat music, so Patton might enjoy it as well! ((I'm doing it. I need the qpp boys to be happy and have fun, bc they deserve it.))

(LOGAN: I’ll...consider it.)

You did it, you got them to go on some good ol’ platonic dates! B)

Anonymous said: I feel bad that I don't have any deep question or something along those lines, but what's your favorite thing to bake, Pat? - 💐

That’s alright! Questions don’t have to be deep to be fun/interesting.

(PATTON: Cupcakes! You can make so many different flavors, and there are tons of fun ways to decorate them!)

@why-should-i-tell-youu2 said: Why cant anyone else see the seal?

You need to have The Sight to be able to see demon sigils. Patton has this ability naturally, and Dee has it because Elliott taught it to him. Otherwise, Virgil and Roman would be the closest in terms of gaining this ability, but a scared/skeptical part of them is holding them back.

Anonymous said: My good dorks, is there a way to, I don’t know, get a better/more effective charm for your office? One that costs more than $10? -🍁

Anonymous said: Hey, Logan, potential naturalistic explanation for ya: depending on what the charm was made of, shifts in ambient room temperature could have caused minuscule expansions and contractions in the material that would eventually crack the charm. Do I believe my own explanation? Absolutely not. Am I grasping at straws for a non-supernatural explanation? Absolutely. And ambient room temperature doesn’t even begin to explain the red symbol around the charm

(LOGAN: Our budgeting is already a mess as it is, the last thing we need is to waste more funds on decorations. And that theory seems much more reasonable than the contrary explanation.)

Anonymous said: Is the demon that Pavreen summoned the same demon that possessed Elliott?

Anonymous said: Welp Virge SUMMONED A DEMON- (Why do I have a feeling Remy was the demon that possessed Elliot-)

Nope, they’re all different demons! The demon that Parveen summoned is notoriously difficult to contact, so a bunch of teenagers wouldn’t have been able to do it. Likewise for Remy; you can only summon him once you have his True Name, and he’s already destroyed most references to that (sorry Patton).

Anonymous said: omg omg omg what part of mythology is remy part of???

He’s not from any particular mythology, but he is partly based off of Alps from German folklore and the general mythology around sleep paralysis!

Anonymous said: Can Patton see supernatural beings like ghosts and demons and stuff? I just think it would be interesting if his scars make him able to see them :3c

Anonymous said: If both Dee and Patton can see the sigil, and Dee can see ghosts, does that mean Pat can see ghosts too? With the whole red glowing thing (forgot what its called) it seems to be connected.

Yes he can see ghosts/demons, and you’re right that the scars (or rather the deal with the demon which gave him his powers and scars) are what lead to him being able to do it. The red is just a general indicator of something supernatural/not of our Realm.

Anonymous said: Wait so if Patton and his family all have that mark could that mean Patton is not completely human 👀 -🌈

I supposed you could say that Patton’s not entirely human because he’s a witch who was born without a soul, but he’d find that pretty offensive tbh.

Anonymous said: Are Elliott and Patton maybe related, even distantly? Also, roman needs to suck it up and have Feelings for the Snake Man

There’s no relation between Elliott and Patton. Elliott is the child of a seer and a psychic, Patton is the son of witches. They’re similar, but different. (Also you’re assuming that Roman hasn’t liked the Snake Man since high school, but considered him off-limits because he’s his brother’s best friend).

Anonymous said: Does Patton know that Dee can see spirits and does Dee know that Patton is protecting them all?

Anonymous said: Dee, pat, do you know that each other can see the sigil?

Anonymous said: is ... is patton a witch and dee a dee-mon and that's why they don't like each other.....?

Anonymous said: Pat what do you think about making deals with demons?

They’re both aware of each other’s secrets! Technically they’re both doing their best to protect everyone, but that doesn’t mean they agree with each other’s methods or bond over the shared responsibility.

Patton is indeed a witch, and Dee is a regular human who happened to summon a demon one time. Patton thinks Dee is the occult equivalent of a satanist, which he disagrees with because dark magic is unnatural/dangerous in his eyes (making deals with demons only leads to trouble!), and would prefer Dee not endanger his friends. Dee doesn’t like Patton because of his perceived moral superiority, and finds the way he can be so secretive and two-faced creepy

Regardless, they’re both sitting in glass houses and have more in common than they think.

Anonymous said: Patton Should Hug Dee *

Maybe. But he won’t. 8′D

Anonymous said: Since Dee has been able to see ghosts for a long time, was he an open believer in ghosts before Elliot died? Since it was mentioned that the reason he lies about his belief is because he knows that they're dangerous, he wouldn't have had a reason to hide it in the past. And if he did are any of the others aware of the belief change? Well, besides Remus. I'm guessing that one is pretty obvious.

He may have been more involved as a believer in the past, though that doesn’t mean he was ever super open about it. He was aware of how it would look like to outsiders (being genuinely skeptical at one point himself), so he wasn’t going to paint a target on his back by talking about ghosts and demons and things most people can’t see.

Of course, that didn’t stop people from stereotyping and making those sorts of assumptions about their friend group anyway, but no one besides them really knew about their secret-- not even Virgil.

Anonymous asked: What would happen if one time, the gang ended up getting something supernatural on camera?

The result of that would depend on the being. Ghosts can kinda appear on camera, although it’s very rare for them to appear as a full bodied apparition, which is why they usually only manifest in spirit orbs or light/shadows. Poltergeists are better since they’re able to interact with objects, but likewise since they can’t manifest into a physical form they can easily be brushed off. Demons and other miscellaneous creatures will straight up not appear if captured directly on film; you’ll simply get video glitches and distortions.

So essentially, they may technically have found something already, but capturing evidence that’s also compelling is a lot more difficult than you’d think. I imagine there’s a good chance that anything legitimate wouldn’t get taken too seriously because of how easy it is to fake evidence nowadays.

Anonymous said: Okay so a little bit of a rant but not really ig but imagine the ladylike and unsolved crossover for this AU like I can see it as like Thomas' friends dressing up Roman and Dee in style and seeing a blushing mess and maybe flirting going on because of how good the clothing complements each other but this is kinda a weak idea lol

It’s not a weak idea at it, it’s really cute! (though I may just have a soft spot for the Ladylike cast and crossovers).

The only thing to note is that I’ve chosen not to include Thomas’ friends in this AU because I personally weird about writing fiction about real people? (I was on the fence about including character!Thomas for a while too, tbh). So, apologies to anyone who’s sent similar asks or wanted to see any of Thomas’ friends; they wont be around!

Anonymous said: Did Dee and Remus ever have that talk Dee said he would try to have a while back????

They might have gotten the opportunity to chat back when Remus came back to help shoot the Room 1046 video. It wouldn’t have been a complete reconciliation by any means (dealing with years of baggage in one sitting is Hard), but now Remus is aware that Dee is open to discuss things again at some point in the future, so progress!

Anonymous said: wait wHAT?! When did he (Emile Picani) die?? Give us the deets oh wise one

Anonymous said: emile is... dead? what happened?

I see y’all, but unfortunately you’re not getting any answers from me just yet! You’ll have to wait until the next chapter~.

Anonymous said: Shit is about to go down and I am worried about the next ghost "adventure"

:) Don’t Worry About It.))

#OOC #((that should be all the big questions!#i'll update this later if anything comes up))

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ladyofpurple · 5 years ago

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answer all of the questions!!

holy SHIT ok bless you omg

(sorry it's a full day late i took this shit SERIOUSLY. don't ask me how many hours this took, i was in A Mood™️ last night. removed the ones already answered xoxo)

angel; have you ever been in love?

yeah. didn't end too well, but i loved him.

petal; favorite novel and author?

this is like asking me to pick a favorite child. i guess favorite author would be stephen king, if only based entirely on the sheer quantity of his books i own alone. favorite book would probably be special topics in calamity physics by marisha pessl, and i'm only saying that because it's been my go-to response for years. i have lots of favorite books. ask me again in five minutes and i'll give you another one.

honey perfume; favorite perfume/scent?

freshly made coffee. lilacs. jasmine. cut grass. the ground after it rains. chocolate chip cookies in the oven. cigarette smoke on skin. my mom's shampoo. my grandma. my dog when he's just had a bath. thanksgiving dinner. acrylic paint on canvas. sawdust. that one cologne i can't name but can smell on a guy from a mile away. mulled cranberry and apple juice. vanilla. coconut. fresh laundry. peppermint.

sweet pea; what’s your zodiac?

virgo sun, pisces moon, scorpio rising ✨

softie; talk about your sexuality.

i'm biromantic asexual, primarily attracted to men more than women (but have had too many crushes on girls to consider myself het), generally sex repulsed when it comes to the thought of having it myself. i prefer to call myself queer in passing conversation, it's easier than explaining asexuality and the differences between sexual and romantic attraction. if someone asks more specifically, i'll usually just call myself bi for simplicity's sake, even though the ace part is a much more important (to me) part of my identity. monogamous as fuck.

i'm still struggling with internalized homophobia and a lot of "am i even queer enough" thoughts, which is super fun. took me a long time to even consider the fact that i might like girls at all. i'll probably never come out to my parents. not that they'd, like, disown me or whatever, but they're juuuuust homophobic/transphobic enough that my few attempts to educate them when they say something A Little Yikes have shown me that i should probably just stay in the closet unless i absolutely have to come out. like i'm getting married to a woman or something.

sugarplum; what’s the color of your eyes and hair?

i usually say my eyes are green because it's easier, and they mostly are, but i have rings of greyish blue around the irises and sometimes they're more hazel in the middle. they always have a green tint to them though, even if the intensity of the green varies.

my natural hair is brown, a little on the darker and slightly ashy side of completely generic. currently a former blonde, although i'm hoping to bleach my fucking YEAR of growout soon, and then go some crazy color as a last hurrah before i have to go dark again. being broke fucking sucks.

wings; coffee or tea?

tea!! black tea. chai, to be specific, with an irresponsible amount of milk and sugar. chai lattes are a fucking drug okay? coffee makes me sick (not a judgement, a literal fact. last time i tried some i threw up).

fairytale; are you a cat or dog person?

cat!! but my family has a chihuahua named sonny and you can pry that little monster from my cold dead hands ok i will fight you.

snowflake; favorite time period?

okay, i wrote and rewrote my answer to this about 10 times. then i tried to divide it up into categories (aesthetics, history, fashion, vibes, geographical location, etc), but that didn't help. so basically: i don't have one, because i have too many.

i like the american 20s-60s for the aesthetic, music/movies, and the fashion. i also like the european 1600s-1800s for the interesting history and also vibe. i love the french and russian revolutions — the fashion! the art! the wars and political upheaval! I FUCKING LOVE HISTORY. then, of course, we can't forget the rennaisance. or the witch trials (pick your continent). and ancient greece? the roman empire? hello?? did i mention empires? how bout we mosy on over to south america — can i interest you in the mayans? incans? aztecs? what about china and japan? korea? vietnam? and don't even get me fucking STARTED on the black plague.

ancient egypt? sign me the FUCK UP. vikings? yes please. the celts? oh boy. the MYTHOLOGY. the ARCHITECTURE. the LANGUAGES and POLITICS and LITERATURE and REVOLUTIONS and GOD HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE BETWEEN ANY OF THESE

i uh. might have gotten a little excited. basically i like history a lot. and mythology. and linguistics. and cultural practices. and the politics and prejudices behind wars and stuff. and learning in general. moving on.

vanilla; do you believe in ghosts?

let's put it this way: i don't not believe in ghosts??

listen. we don't know jack shit. we don't know what happens after we die, there are constant scientific revelations that turn our understanding of the universe completely upside-down, and there is literally no way to know which religions or myths or urban legends could have some grain of truth to them. like, dude, i've literally thought i was haunted before. psychology is bananas and the universe is infinite.

demons could be real. ghosts could be real. what if we just haven't invented the necessary technology to prove it yet? what if we never do, and they just fuck around alongside us, moving furniture and making shadow puppets on the walls just for kicks until the earth explodes? what if that one tumblr post was right and ghosts are actually real people from alternate universes or timelines that we see accidentally bc some cosmic wires got crossed? who fucking knows.

i love horror movies and scary stories and ghost hunter shows just as much as the next gal. but listen. psychics? mediums? people who accept every single creepypasta retold third-hand from their neighbor's kid's classmate's second cousin who "totally knows a guy"? doubt.jpeg

i don't understand the sheer amount of assumptions made willy-nilly about the nature of ghosts and demons and things that go bump in the night. the assumption that "oh this machine that totally doesn't look like a coathanger taped to a walkman will work because ghosts have this temperature and can always communicate like this and are electromagnetic" or whatever just baffles me. to a certain degree, following a general consensus is one thing — some basic things everyone can agree on? that's cool. ghosts can walk through walls and are probably dead people or whatever. but oh my god, taking every single story as absolute, undeniable proof?? taking these stories and expanding on them to infer intentions and scientific facts to something that by it's very nature is unknowable and assuming, like, every spirit is created equal?? and yeah, ghost hunting shows are fun and campy and kinda creepy but like. you really, genuinely don't think any of them have ever faked anything at all??? even if ghosts are real, it's fucking reality tv, my dude. it's the entertainment industry. at least maintain the slightest ounce of critical thought before taking zak bagans' word as the goddamn gospel.

and sidenote, maybe it's just my limited exposure as a white woman in the western world, but of all the shows and podcasts and movies and documentaries and whatnot i've been able to find and consume, there's the constant use of christian ideology applied to every situation that just really burns my bacon. what, there's never been an atheist ghost? if you see a shadow person and you don't know the lord's prayer by heart, are you automatically fucked? why are there never stories about, i don't know, viking ghosts? does your religion in life preclude you from becoming a ghost in the first place? is that why people never mention buddhist ghosts? i don't get it, and that's why even though i'm self-admittedly the most superstitious person i've ever met, true believers make me roll my eyes so hard they almost fall out. makes me come across as more skeptical than i theoretically am. I HAVE VERY STRONG FEELINGS ABOUT THIS OK

but like, you couldn't pay me to fuck with a ouija board. i'm not stupid.

delicate; diamonds or pearls?

both have their appeal and their place, but diamonds, i guess. i like the sparkle. but fake ones!! or synthetic. diamonds are overpriced and artificial scarcity is a scam and i don't need a dumb rock that some poor person in a mine somewhere was exploited and possibly died for. no blood diamonds in this house, thank you very much.

if i ever get engaged, i don't want a diamond ring. i'd want something cool, a little unusual, like a ruby or a sapphire or some other sparkly gem that isn't literally shoved in your face every waking moment as the expected standard symbol of True Love. they're cheaper, they're cool-looking, as a ring they still hold the cultural symbolism of an engagement/wedding ring. and honestly, as long as it's well-made and durable, whatever hypothetical gem it is doesn't have to be real either. i'm a woman of simple needs and demonstrably low standards. no point in going into debt for a fucking piece of jewelry, regardless of ~tradition~.

lavender dream; favorite album?

oh lord. welcome to the black parade, i guess. or anything by panic! at the disco. there are dozens of possible options — my interests are mercurial and my memory is garbage. but i'll always be an emo little shit. black parade and vices and virtues were also the first two albums i ever listened to where i loved every single song on them, and i happened to listen to them for the first time at around the same point in my life (i got into mcr super late. like, 2012 late. rip).

silky; what’s your biggest dream?

it's cheesy but i guess i just want stability and, by extension, happiness. emotional stability, mental stability, financial stability, stable living situation, stable routines, stable relationships... you get the idea. i have ambitions and passions, of course, but my ultimate goal is happiness at this point in my life, and i'm pretty sure stabilizing all those things would go a pretty long way in achieving that goal.

a little apartment with walls i can paint because white walls make me angry. bookshelves and posters and fandom merch on every wall. a computer i can actually play games on again, and somewhere i can paint and draw and record my podcasts. someone who loves me, maybe. a cat, if i'm stable enough. space for people to come visit me, and a place for them to sleep if they need. a tiny balcony, if i really want to shoot for the stars. a job i don't hate. the spoons to hang out with my friends, and the money to not worry about buying little presents for the people i care about sometimes. i don't need much.

strawberry kiss; do you have a crush right now?

nope.

glitter; favorite fictional character?

another loaded question. like books, if you ask me again in five minutes i'll probably give you a different answer. but in this particular moment, caleb and jester from critical role (please don't make me choose between them). i won't go full shipping mode rn, but jester is so funny and silly and sweet, so much more complex than she seems, and she tries so hard to make everyone happy even when she's so sad inside. the healer who treats healing as an inconvenience in battle (she's so fucking valid and also mood), the glue that keeps the party together. and caleb learning to trust again, facing his trauma and coming out of his shell. he loves his friends so much he plays wizard as a support class and i love him so much.

i love the mighty nein in general, of course, and all the guests/honorary members they've had. pumat!! pls don't be evil reani!! keg!! shakäste and grand duchess anastasia!! cali!! kiri!!!! the brotps! empire siblings! chaos crew! nott the best detective agency! i still love molly and all his assholery to bits (fight me), and mourn his lost potential. i adore yasha, even when she's gone; fjord has grown so much; beau and nott and caduceus — i love all their flaws and disagreements and their character arcs and the excitement of watching them grow and learn. but if i had to choose, caleb, jester and molly have always been my top 3 since day 1 and, well, molly isn't really an option anymore.

but like i said, ask me again in a minute. i have a fucking list.

swan; share a quote or passage that means something to you.

a collection of things off the top of my head:

Elinor agreed to it all, for she did not think he deserved the compliment of rational opposition. — Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen

a tired feminist Mood™️

"What I say is, a town isn't a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it's got a bookstore, it knows it's not foolin' a soul." — American Gods, Neil Gaiman

i got my love of books from my grandma — some of my favorites i got from her. sometimes, as a treat, she used to take my sister and i to bookstores and we'd stay there for ages, getting to pick one out, roaming the shelves, the mental torture of having to choose. the peace of being surrounded by thousands of potential worlds, so much information, so many stories just waiting to be told; being surrounded by strangers who share that same wonder. the anxious drive home so we could read them, being unable to wait that long so i inevitably start reading in the car and make myself sick. telling her in excited detail all my favorite parts. if we were lucky, maybe we got to split a bear claw, or she'd drive past starbucks and get us something there too (tall vanilla soy steamer with one pump of vanilla syrup, whipped cream on top that always melted too quickly and squirted out the hole in the lid, so hot it burned my tongue but so good i didn't care). i have never felt more at home than i do when i'm surrounded by books.

"There are a lot of different types of freedom. We talk about freedom the same way we talk about art, like it was a statement of quality rather than a description. “Art” doesn’t mean good or bad. Art just means art. It can be terrible and still be art. Freedom can be good or bad, too. There can be terrible freedom. You freed me, and I didn’t ask you to." — Alice Isn't Dead, season 1, chapter 2: Alice

as cringey as it is to admit it, this line made me cry a lot after my breakup.

"So you aren't American?" asked Shadow.

"Nobody's American," said Wednesday. "Not originally. That's my point." — American Gods, Neil Gaiman

[side-eyes white america real hard]

there's more, of course. there's always more. don't even get me started on song lyrics, we'll be here all day.

lace; what’s your favorite plant/flower?

lilacs and roses.

mermaid; do you prefer the forest or the ocean? why?

both, i guess. but in different ways, and in different circumstances.

the sea is wild. it is endless and deep and unknowable. it is beautiful and dangerous. i am terrified of the ocean, and yet my favorite place in the world is an empty beach on the oregon coast. i have picked sand from between my toes for days with hair crusted in salt, danced around bonfires and watched the stars while marshmallows burn, gotten pulled under the waves as a child and nearly swept out to sea. picked starfish and crabs from small pools in the rocks, and swum (accidentally) with wild sea lions. in a long skirt, too early in the year to be swimming, i once took off my shoes and waded fully clothed into the water to my waist and just... danced. splashed and kicked and laughed with a boy i barely knew until our throats were sore and our toes were numb, walking home hours later with our soaked clothes clinging to our legs, shoes squelching, dripping algae as we went. the ocean is freeing and overwhelming all at once. i love it and am petrified by it in equal measure.

the forest is beautiful in a different way. it is silent and dense and serene. you are surrounded by life and yet, somehow, completely alone. there is magic in the forest, and history, and even when all else dies, that will remain. the trees grow from the corpses of their ancestors, and some have lived dozens of our lifetimes — with luck, a few dozen more. it is quiet there, peaceful, even the tiniest wood in the middle of a city muffling the outside world through the trees. you can feel the ancient ways deep in your soul as you follow winding paths strewn with fallen leaves, the mystery and wonder and superstitions of your forefathers. you wonder what it would be like, to run your fingers over the moss, to take off your shoes and socks and just run, leaping and dancing over rocks and roots, hair wild and air filling your lungs in deep, pure gulps as you shed the responsibilities and struggles of modern life, for just a moment remembering what freedom tastes like. it is primal, this connection to nature, one we have nearly forgotten over time. and as the sky grows dark and the silence of night presses against you, shadows looming, every footfall deafening, perhaps you begin to understand why some believed in monsters.

honeymoon; do you keep a journal?

i used to. honestly, that's a good idea, i should start doing that again. lord knows i have enough empty journal-type books.

starlight; do you believe in love at first sight and soulmates? why/why not?

i want to. i want to believe there's someone out there for me, the love of my life, someone to whom i'll be the love of their life, and that when i meet them i'll just... know.

but when i met my ex, i didn't really look twice at him for a while — no love at first sight. and when we were together, when i loved him and he swore he loved me back, i thought he hung the stars in the sky and knew i would marry him someday. couldn't even consider the idea that that wouldn't happen. and then when he broke up with me, he ghosted me so suddenly and thoroughly that he even preemptively cut contact with every single one of our mutual friends he thought might side with me in the breakup, before anybody even knew we'd had a fight. so, not soulmates either.

i really want to believe that someday the perfect romance will just fall into place and i can have the happily ever after i've always dreamed of. but the reality is i might never even have another s.o. for the rest of my life. maybe i'll get hit by a car tomorrow, or my hypothetical soulmate moves to argentina to become an alpaca farmer on a mountain somewhere and we never even meet. maybe i'm so traumatized by the betrayal and lies that i'll never have the courage to even try again.

and even so, happily ever after doesn't have to include a fairytale romance, regardless of whether i want it or not. i still like to cling to that hope though, deep down.

princess; what do you value most in people?

i'm going to assume you mean "real people" as in people i have positive relationships with, and not random strangers on the street.

loyalty. kindness. support. humor. similar values. patience. being able to grow together and teach each other things, so we can make each other better. honesty. trust. compassion. confidence. emotional vulnerability. communication. intelligence, or at least a willingness to learn. strength.

#nobody asked me to go this hard and yet here we are #my favorite pasttimes: talking about myself and being pretentious on main #Lady answers stuff #anon good nurse #Lady of Purple's slice of life #ask meme

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spicyraba-neku · 5 years ago

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okay, but have you the letter fans considered

a twewy and the letter crossover bc i love these

neku in isabella santos' place being a disgruntled real estate agent

Joshua being luke wright

Rhyme is,,ironically, rebecca???

Mr. H hilariously becomes joshua's hannah wright bc they wanted to evade taxes so they decided to get married legally

Zach is beat, holy fuck, can u imagine?

Any of the reapers could be johannes tbfh

Rose Cooper being Shiki Misaki bc why not right

No actual murder (in the letter's events anyway,,,) happens bc joshua is still that composer god but he got custody over luxborne instead of shibuya

Shiki and neku are childhood buddies that came from japan

Eri's takako but shes a nice ghost hanging around, fucking with people for fun. In this case, she's named Eli bc american translations, i guess???

I just love the thought of rhyme being a teacher okay, shed fit in rebecca's role

I think I want ashton untouched bc can u imagine him getting a crush on our local spicy tuna roll??? I sure can

Holy fuvk thats a crack ship isnt it??

holy shit thats amazing

Should i draw fanart

I should draw fanart

But really if ashton was anyone in the twewy cast itd be either sho or....uzuki?

Kariya's the johanne bc i just think its hilairous, okay? Otherwise it could be megumi, his idol worship of joshua certainly fit. Not johannes, obviously, but yeah.

Konishi as marianne could you imagine

So neku is doing his job as usual, trying to save up for a super expensive art college with shiki who wants to become a seamstress

And then the ermengarde mansion thing happens, sold to joshua for some reason (he imprinted the minds of neku and shiki, an interesting idea popping up in his mind...)

Joshua, the little shit, makes neku see the UG bc Eri hangs around there a lot, bugging players and generally being a nuisance

Neku and shiki are like, super affected by josh's meddling and get fainting spells. The day of the open house and the duo are like, bombarded with visions of...stuff. things. Yay.

Neku thinks the mansion is haunted, shiki's reserving judgement, but the rest of them think theyre crazy. So they try to investigate

And then the chapter of isabella's in the office?? Yeah, they die there,

And they end up in luxborne's UG. Oh no

Most of their missions tend to be over at the mansion WHICH MIGHT THEY ADD IS A GOOD FINE HOUR AND A HALF AWAY. JOSH, YOU EVIL LITTLE SHIT.

Their week is spent trying to uncover the mysteries of luxborne mansion while trying to convince their friends that yes, they are alive, please calm the fuck down. Well no theyre technically dead BUT THATS NOT THE POINT, BEAT, WE CAN STILL HEAR YOU TALKING SHIT ABOUT US GODDAMMIT STOP CONVERSING AS IF WE ARENT IN THE ROOM.

The drama over the isabella/ashton/rebecca thing is never there bc??? Neku??? Sho/Uzuki??? Rhyme??? Never going to fit.

Instead sanae thinks this neku person might be good for joshua so he constantly, CONSTANTLY tries to set them up which drives neku up the wall. My spicy boi cant seem to catcha break, can he?

Shiki is kiterally the most chill person on earth and is okay with this. She gets into debates with neku about the advantages of living in the UG never having to pay wages for living, because effectively, they are DEAD. They dont NEED to pay taxes.

Neku is just beinf a stubborn shit. No question

Meanwhile shiki makes nice with Eri/Eli and nothing is ever the same again

Luxborne turns into a fashion craze when the two mentioned above combine forces, force Neku to run errands and make a lot of luxborne local brands popular.

Joshua doesnt turn them into reapers but doesnt let them live either

Luxborne UG operates differently from Shibuya. Im putting the headcanon that every area with a UG operates with its own sets of rules, systems, and mechanics

So like, luxbornes game is a race. U have to complete the most missions before ur granted a pass, hence why theres only one pair winner. Missions arent just in the mail, theyre probably the little detours too, but none of the players are told this.

Because shiki (and with some persuasion from neku) is gung-ho about it, they end up being the winners of the game EVEN THOUGH THEY WERENT BEING SERIOUS. No one has ever made joshua laugh as hard as these two have. He asks them if they want to revive as humans or if they want to ascend to reaperhood.

Before shiki says reaperhood, neku punches this sunnuvabitch bc hello??? Shiki??? This guy MURDERED us, or did you forget??? And asks for like, a year with their friends and fam. Since, obvsly, theyre the winners, joshua grants this wish

Okay so shibuya has reaper creeper, but luxborne, being inherently western in culture, use...Ouija boards. Im not kidding.

The scary things that happen in ouija boards are probably just frustrated players trying to write a coherent sentence while a timer ticks away at their hands giving them too much pressure that they flip the fuck out and psych the lights to burn out and explode. It is now tradition to freak those who use the ouija boards,

Players who have used the ouija board now are suitably enraged and partly amused bc oh, they get it now.

Wow im definitely going ona tangent here, i love twewy and the letter okay dont sue me for this

Would @yangyangmobile even want to see this im literally spouting bullshit right now

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tenebroustm · 6 years ago

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CONNOR KEMPER.

( info & verses. )

BASICS.

age: early twenties

height: 6’0”

gender: cis-male

orientation: homosexual / homo-romantic

powers: spell casting , telekinesis , confinement , conjuring , astral projection , warding , divination , mediumship , summoning ( these all vary a lot of course with regards to his abilities in then ) i.e. connor is more adept at telekinesis , divination & spell casting. not so strong in conjuring , mediumship/mind-control , more complex spells.

interests: books , reptiles , witchcraft , classic cinema

personality: Connor is a deeply introverted boy , he doesn’t like to initiate interactions , he is quite the shut-in , though he does love nature and being around nature. However when he connects well with someone he can be talkative and very goofy , until then he is very cautious , quiet and aloof. He is very curious and a huge bookworm. He is quite neat/rigid , sort of dreamy / out of touch.

* SUBJECT TO CHANGE BC I AM AN INDECISIVE SON OF A GUN

BIO.

Jane and Michael Kemper adopted Connor before he had even turned two , prior to that he’d been with a foster family. The two had a long and difficult journey from their heartbreaking attempts to conceive to the trying adoption process , when they at last could bring Connor home .. It was a dream come true. They adored him , right away. The Kempers were always very open as Connor grew older , making it no secret that he was adopted but showing it made no difference , Connor was their son.

Their idyllic little family was shaken for one of the Kempers not so long after Connor’s adoption. When Michael recognized something like a bruise on Connor’s right inner bicep , what Jane had called “Just a birthmark”. The same night he discovered the mark , while his wife slept , Michael took a pin to Connor’s room , lifted the sleeping boy’s duvet and gently took his arm. The pin’s sharp point was held just above the mark for a long , agonizing moment. Michael's heart racing , he remembers his own father performing tests like this.. It wasn’t his practice anymore but here he was. He remembered what happened to those who bore a bloodless mark. Glancing to the snoozing boy’s face , Michael gently lowers his arm , tucks his son back in and goes to bed. ‘Just a birthmark’ he tells himself.

They went back to being a warm and happy family after that and Michael put his anxieties to the back of his mind.

As Connor grew , he did so in a quite a regular environment and he was a contented kid , he’d never been outgoing but he was happy reading or hanging out with his parents. He’d camp or fish or do some DIY work with his dad , play cards or tennis with his mother. & spent a whole lot of time with himself at home or in nature. No matter what he always had a certain awareness of feeling utterly different , other. Occasionally it upset him but mostly he got along with it. Connor got several clues about his unique abilities , they mystified him. From hushed whispers in his head in graveyards , to books that slotted into his hand as he reached for them , from the surge of power that swelled in him in turmoil & thinks that stopped just before they could hit him. He couldn’t define them or control them. For most of his education , Connor was home-schooled by his mother , before he was sent to Baxter High in his late teens. He was very isolated at school , never making friends. Partly due to that innate , persistent sense of alienation & partly because he simply didn’t enjoy socializing much.

Connor began to find the lead of who he truly is when he was thought about the greendale witch trials by Ms. Wardwell. After finding her privately ( while she tried to enjoy a movie ) and quizzing Wardwell endlessly , she offers to let Connor borrow some of his books. Here is where he begins to understand what he is , taking to experimenting in his room or in the woods , Connor confirms what he is but his control and abilities are weak or volatile. It’s not until after a brush with Baxter Raven bullies that Connor’s familiar comes to him. A familiar who becomes known to him mostly by the nickname Zilla. Zilla quickly becomes Connor’s biggest magical influence and guide and his best friend , the two bound as witch and familiar.

(( From here things get p thread dependant , bc we move on to Connor’s murder. Post death connor WON’T remember his killer , it leaves things more open for if the show ACTUALLY EXPANDS ON THAT SHIT. however for threads there’s a whole bunch of options to play out should anyone interacting with connor want to. I got my conspiracy theories okay and Luke , Father Blackwood , obviously hunters are all in there. & his killer and the events leading up to his murder can change somewhat depending on threads. Sometimes he’ll know Luke , sometimes he won’t have ever met him , stuff like that. ))

VERSES.

Disclaimer: absolutely none of these make literally any sense and have lots of plot holes but consider this ---- YEET.

v.01. living dead boy ! ( resurrected )

connor is resurrected ( through the cain pit would be my default but it’s adaptable ) by one or more of the spellmans ( if it is non specific in the thread it’s likely ambrose is the one to have resurrected him bc lbr , ambrose is the only witch who actually seemed curious + an intrest in necromancy ) to find out information on his death and who it was who killed him. Obviously the Cain pit comes with a price this can either mean connor’s revival is only temporary to get info OR well there’s a few ideas i have , i.e connor’s parents’ deaths “balance the scales” ( p.s i kNOW they are adopted but who tf knows the ins and outs of the cain pit’s rules and let’s pretend it’s magic can work like that ) or there is the fact his birth parents could still be in play and unknown to him , two witches ( his birth parents ) die and balance the scales.

v.02. slain son ! ( ghost )

connor is a ghost ( my default is him haunting the spellman home but highly adaptable ). like quinton , he is bound to where he is ( YEH i know he didn’t die @ the spellman house but yolo ) , can choose when to make himself visible , he is more or less a physical being and can touch and move and speak like quinton & the harrowing victims.

v. 03. uncoolest witch in town ! ( living )

pre-show or divergent , connor lives in the small town of greendale with his parents and familiar , practicing his magic in secret

V. 04. greendale’s worst witch hunter ! ( witch hunter au ! )

connor’s adoptive father ( though aware connor is a witch himself ) raises his son as a hunter to suppress his true nature , in this verse connor is obviously much less in touch with his magic and it remains a mystery to him

* tbh he's p adaptable to lots of verses/aus so i may add some or just toss him in to other verses

TAGS.

visage. / headcanons. / aesthetics. / study. / isms.

#* char. / connor. ( witches without covens are easy pickings ! )#* about. / connor !#* verses. / connor !#// me ; i'll make TINY bios #// me ; not connor. connor is my boy #// this could have gone on .......... and ON #// and i'm not sure if i hate it or not but i will talk too much about my boy regardless as is per tradition ty #// i didn't re-read it tho so have my mistakes #// as is per tradition

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barnesandnobleoffanfictions · 7 years ago

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Addiction

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could send in a request? Maybe one that is very angsty; the reader and sherlock have a very compelling case, like the one in series four where sherlock develops a MASSIVE drug habit (for the case) and the reader does too. Only, she can’t simply ‘stop’ as easily as sherlock can, and he tries to help her before its too late? Also, if the pairing could be platonic, that’d be great! So sorry if it’s too specific. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to!

A/N: Really sorry if this didn’t come out how you’d like, i tried my best to stay with the prompt. This is my first request ever so I’m really nervous abt this one bc i think it sucks.

Warnings: Drug usage, mild swearing, angst, and SPOILERS

It had been 7 months since Mary died. Through out this entire time you had been there for both Sherlock and John. Comforting John as he became a widower and a single father. And helping Sherlock over come his guilt. It was only until recently that the boys started talking again, rekindling their friendship after the arrest of Smith. John still lives on own with Rosie, leaving Sherlock by himself once again. You lived on your own several towns away from London but still made the trip to visit Sherlock. You both didn’t expect much out of each other and that’s why you made such good friends.

You’d met simply by chance just passing by on the streets of London. After several more awkward encounters you and Sherlock had gotten close. He expected you to desert him during the few weeks he was off the deep end doing heavy drugs and stumbling about. It was you who proved him wrong and checked up on him before and after work. Helping him to bed when he got too rowdy and pulling him off the living room floor when he passed out.

Since his quick recovery Sherlock had been trying to get back to his normal, arrogant self. You considered yourself lucky that he was able to go cold turkey on the drugs, seeing how it was purely to help John’s case. In John’s absence you picked up a few loose ends in Sherlock’s cases. Eventually Sherlock considered you and John his two best friends.

You walked up to Baker street with your hands shoved into your coat pockets. You had just finished your day shift waitressing and received a few texts from Sherlock.

“(Y/n) I need you, come quickly. - SH”

“The sooner the better. -SH”

“(Y/n). -SH”

“S.O.S. -SH”

You came still branding your work shirt, but the puffy coat you wore covered it. A black beanie covered your ears and the autumn wind brushed past. You opened up the door of the building not bothering to knock. “Hello.” You called up the stairs, unzipping your coat and kicking off your boots.

Sherlock appeared at the top of the stairs. “Where have you been?” He asked dramatically. “I rang you several times.” You shook your head and laughed. “You always do that.” You started to walk up the stairs to meet him. “I told you it was urgent.” He pressed grabbing hold of your wrist and pulling you up the stairs faster. “It’s always urgent with you Sherlock. If you only rang me once then I’d know something was really wrong.” You teased sarcastically letting him pull you along.

When you and Sherlock made it to the living room he let go of your wrist and turned to face you. “I need your help.”

You looked around the messy flat, seeing papers and empty files scattered about. “What’s going on?” You asked shifting your weight. “I have a case.” He announced loudly walking to the window in the corner. As he stared out to the street you bit your lip and looked at him thoughtfully. “I’m not really seeing the issue here Sherlock. You love having cases, what’s wrong with this one?”

He looked you over to you, a deep scowl set on his face. “This one has to do with drugs. Not just any drugs, my drugs.” You glanced to the kitchen quickly, eyeing the chemistry set on the table. “You make drugs now huh?” You scoffed. You bit your bottom lip nodding your head in disbelief. “No I don’t make them I reproduce them. I have a case where a client says they were under the influence of a certain drug on the night an accident happened. I wasn’t able to get the same amount he had reported using. So I got a sample from him and made more of it. To the quantity he said he’d consumed that night. Now as a recovering addict and the host of this experiment I can’t consume the drugs to test his alibi. If a person consumes these drugs and becomes debilitated then we know it was an accident and most likely not him. If the person who consumes them is fine, my client is a murderer.” He explained quickly rushing about the room references to the table and papers as he spoke.

“So you called me here to do your dirty drugs?” You clarified sarcastically. Sherlock sighed loudly pinching the bridge of his nose. “In a sense, yes. I don’t have anyone else to do it.” He said following you as you turned to leave. You wanted to help Sherlock but you knew that in taking the drugs you were somewhat becoming like him. That side of him you fought with and stuck by those few terrible weeks would now come back in you. You were worried about what you’d say if you were high, you’d never done it before and didn’t know what toll it would take on your mind. You saw how insane they’d made Sherlock, how infuriating and rude they caused him to be. You knew that in saying this he would never understand.

“I’m sorry Sherlock, they’ve ruined too much in my life already. I won’t let them ruin me too.” You didnt look at him, you simply slipped through the door and closed it behind you.

You’d just spoiled an entire case for Sherlock. Instead of respecting your words he was infuriated by them. He had always sacrificed everything for his cases, and that’s why he did the drugs before. He didn’t do them out of selfishness. Sherlock didn’t bother looking after you outside the window. He was too frustrated to worry after you, now he had to try to find someone else who would be able to assist him without John or Mycroft finding out. Molly was not an option, she would surely refuse and Sherlock didn’t want to ask her to taint herself like that. Settling down by the fireplace he resorted to his mind palace for other options.

Work had dragged on the next day for you. Business was slow giving you much more time than you needed to be alone and think. You decided you text Sherlock, hoping that he’d figured it out and solved the case.

“Morning!”

The door bell chimed, signaling another costumer had come in. You went to greet them at the door ushering them to a table and returning with menus. As you introduced yourself you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. After a short chat you made your way back into the kitchen fetching your phone out. “Oh it is. Have you decided to help? - SH”

Your heart sunk slightly, this telling you both that he hadn’t slept and that he was mad at you. You hesitated while thinking of a reply.

“I’m sure that you can find other ways.”

You went to put your phone away when it buzzed in your hand again.

“This is the only way, I’ve tried to think of other options. No other candidates and I must keep this secret from Mycroft. - SH”

“I can come over after my shift and help you.”

“If you’re not going to do the drugs then you’re useless to me. - SH”

You locked your phone and threw it in your purse not replying. Walking to your table you couldnt help but agree with Sherlock. You meant nothing to him until you did something he needed.

Arriving at your flat later on you felt like absolute shit. You let Sherlock’s few words bend you out of shape. Before Mary died you had been a newly recruited friend. Mostly seeing the boys out the door safely and assisting with babysitting Rosie. You’d even been watching her the night Mary took the shot for Sherlock in the aquarium. You’d only heard about it when John came home alone early in the morning completely destroyed. You were sleeping on the couch in the living room, Rosie’s baby monitor next to your ear. As the early morning sun snaked in through the curtains you saw John open the door with heavy arms. They fell to his side as more sunlight escaped into the room. His eyes were red and he has blood on the front of his clothes.

You rushed to him in panic putting your hands on his shoulders. “John what happened to you?” He looked at you with glossy eyes. A torn expression was haunting his face. “Mary is gone. If you would, I need some time alone.” He pushed your hands away and walked past you without another word. You stayed in the house like a ghost until Molly came to watch after Rosie. You went home later that afternoon and broke down in the shower. Laying on the floor of the tub you came to the realization that the only person who ever listened to you was gone.

You were never really able to mourn Mary. You went from chasing the boys out the door to chasing their demons away when they broke down. You knew that you weren’t really helping either of them to get closure. But John always assured you that he needed you there to support him. Although Sherlock never said a word of gratitude or protest you knew he needed someone too. The times you held him in your arms while he cried was enough proof of that to keep you returning, even as things got worse with him.

You sat at your dining room table with a bottle of vodka overthinking. You still were completely dressed from work and it was nearing 11:30. You didnt have to work the next day so you took your time getting up and running yourself a bath. You walked with the bottle firmly in your hands taking long drinks from it and undressing in your room. You wrapped yourself in a robe and sat on the closed toilet seat as the tub filled. Putting music on you threw your phone on the counter and shut the door. You lowered yourself in the water letting your hair down.

As the alcohol started taking its toll on you your emotions attacked you in waves. You cried in between your fury at Sherlock and your apparent helplessness. Your phone vibrated a few times. You took another sip from the bottle. You sat up pulling your hair out of your face and over your shoulders. Pulling your knees up to your chest you rested your arms around them. You closed your eyes taking in the warmth of the room. A few minutes went by that you sat like that. You almost believed you could have fell asleep in that momentary peacefulness. Your phone went off again, much more urgently this time. A call was coming through but you had no will or desire to figure out who it was coming from. Instead you took the bottle your lips and finished off the drink.

The last half hour of your bath you stared off into the wall. Your sadness weighed so heavy in your chest, you could feel it in the very back of your throat. You ran out of the energy to cry, you couldn’t feel enough at one time to really let it all out. So you sat there as the water began to drain and you basked in the pain, finally being able to stop ignoring how you felt. You couldnt decide if you’d like more how you felt when you cast your feelings away or when you let them over take you. You sat in the bath until all the water dried off your body and only stayed dripping at the end of your hair. Your music had turned off long ago, but you only realized as you listened to the drain drinking up the water that fell from the leaky faucet.

Somehow you got up and made your way to the liquor cabinet. Taking out another bottle you roamed your house in your robe. Your hair dripping on your back trailing your aimless steps for no one in particular to follow. You ended up perched on the windowsill in your bedroom. You had one leg dangling off the side and the other bent in front of you. You looked out to the city drinking once more and you felt you were too small in the scheme of life to have such an overpowering sadness.

Your alarm clock told you it was after three but you still went to your closet to throw on a jumper and some leggings. The one you picked was over sized and faded, it slipped from your shoulder. You tied your hair up in a lazy ponytail and grabbed your bag. You walked out of your flat holding your keys and the new bottle. You knew you were going to regret going out, but you decided that even for a little while you wanted to stop feeling.

Sherlock was shocked to hear you stomping up the stairs a little while later. While your movements were loud and uncoordinated you said nothing. He studied you, seeing how your hair was still damp and your bag hung loosely on your shoulder. While your hands were both empty he could smell the alcohol on you. You seemingly had been drinking quite a lot upon your arrival. It was now after four and neither of you had slept.

“You’re drunk.” Sherlock stated as he watched you from his spot lounging on the couch. You smiled taking a deep breath. “I dunno why everyone thinks you’re a genius, I believe that’s quite obvious.” You said crudely. While you knew to be wary because he was mad at you, you couldn’t help but let a little of your own anger saunter through. “I’d figure the walk would’ve sobered you up a bit. You must have been drinking a lot to still be so affected.” Sherlock rewet his lips with his tongue quickly, almost sticking it out at you. “Well maybe I was drinking the whole way here to make sure I didn’t sober up.” You responded throwing your bag onto the floor.

You turned around and looked him straight in the eyes. “I’ll do it Sherlock.” He raised an eyebrow at you turning what you said over in his mind. “You’re only agreeing because you’re drunk.”

“This is the only way you’re going to get me to do it. We both need this for very different reasons.” You argued balling your hands into fists. “I’m giving you what you want.”

Sherlock stood from the couch walking into the kitchen. You noticed he hadn’t changed since the last time you saw him. He came back with a little box motioning you to come over to the table in the middle of the room. You knelt down besides it and rolled your sleeves up, letting him dose you with whatever drug he needed you to be on. “I adjusted the amount to account for your previous intoxication. It will only take a few minutes for you to feel this. If anything feels wrong let me know.” He packed up everything and disappeared into the kitchen.

You got up and sunk into his spot on the couch. Part of you felt disgusted at yourself. You split into the traitor and the victim inside. You crossed your legs, looking down at your lap. You picked at the loose skin on your fingers with your nails. Sherlock watched from his spot in the kitchen. He was pretending not to look at you, but he couldn’t take his eyes away. He was watching you as the test subject and as his best friend. When he looked at you in the perspective of the experiment you were internalizing all of the effects, obviously causing you to be drowsy and slow with your movements. You bit your lip roughly and stayed adamant about twiddling your fingers. It was becoming increasingly hard for you to focus on what you were doing. Seeing you as his best friend, he watched as you fought a war inside your head silently. You only came here to try to sign the treaty of peace with yourself.

You woke up to your limbs feeling heavy and your thoughts swimming in your brain. John stood across the room from you watching you as you pushed yourself up on your elbows. It was cloudy outside, giving the room an eerie coldness. “Seems like you found out huh?” You asked weakly moving your legs off the couch so you could sit up. Your stomach lurched sending you standing upright much too fast and rushing to the bathroom. John came along helping you on your way. He held your hair as you threw up in the toilet, shaking and coughing. Tears ran down your face as you kneeled over the bowl. Your throat was sore and your stomach pumped itself repeatedly until you were only spitting the taste out of your mouth.

You pulled yourself back as John flushed everything away. You rested your back on the wall besides you. You were shaking and your breathing was erratic. “I can’t believe he made you fucking do this.” John said harshly. “I asked him to.” You said lowly looking at the floor besides you. “You were pissed drunk and didn’t even know what you were doing. He took advantage of that just to get what he wanted.” John was flushed with anger. You shook your head at him reaching out with your hand. “I wanted this, I didn’t want to feel anymore.” You had only started to defend Sherlock when you felt the bile rush up your throat once more. John stayed with you a while, rubbing your back and comforting you. He stayed beside you when you pressed your hot face to the bathroom floor and cried for mercy to your body. “There’s nothing left in me. Please stop.”

You continued to cry even when your stomach settled, repeating the same lines over and over again. Wishing to have mercy from your mind that wouldn’t let you live down the fact that even as John sat inches away you had no one that really cared about you. John’s heart broke as he watched you fall apart on the floor, not knowing how much you were unraveling beneath him. And as Sherlock was heard coming back into the apartment John rose to meet him and blame him for all of your distress. Sherlock was too happy about his results to mind John’s harsh words. However he did come to see you in the bathroom and sat a few feet away.

John slammed the door on the way out, signaling that you were alone. Sherlock watched you crying, face pressed into the floor wondering what was going through your mind. “Are you okay?” He asked swallowing a lump in his throat. You didn’t answer at first knowing your voice would betray you. In a shaky breath you whispered out a simple, “No.” You met eyes with him, feeling hollow inside. “I’m not alright at all.”

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You had pulled Sherlock out of drug houses many times over the last few years, never did you imagine you’d be in one without him.

It didnt take much for you to find his contacts in his apartment. You also knew he’d never expect you to look for them, never mind seek a particular one out. However you should have expected his contact to call him after you met but for some reason you didnt. You had been running back and forth from your flat to the dealers for a week. You took a leave off of work originally, but quit a few days following. The drugs had made it easier to let go and stop caring about things you knew that mattered. You let your phone die a couple of days ago, and when John appeared at your door you pretended that you weren’t home.

It was two weeks since you’ve been to Sherlock’s apartment and three since the night you first started the drugs. John came by twice once on his own and once with Lestrade. You heard him outside the door insisting something was wrong, but Lestrade couldn’t force his way in if there was seemingly nothing going on.

You had shot up about an hour ago and you were still riding out your high. You sat on the floor in your living room pushing your dinner around the plate. You heard people walking past your door occasionally and when two voices stopped in front of it you wrote it off as being the neighbors. Your TV was much too loud for you to notice the voices were John and Sherlock. You were also much to high to realize that the clicking you were hearing was the lock of your front door being picked.

It was only when the door burst open with a loud bang that you realized you weren’t getting out of this. Sherlock and John stood outside the door, one shocked to see you standing there and the other unimpressed. You stood quickly, accidentally sending your dinner onto the rug. Your breathing became quick and heavy as you back away from them. “What are you doing here?” You panicked looking around the room frantically. You moved to the couch, picking a pillow up and throwing it at them. “Get out! Get out! Get the fuck out!” You screamed launching more at them. John stepped back horrified as angry tears streamed down your face. You marched to the door. “I dont want you here. Either of you! Did you not get the hint when I shut myself in here?” You yelled straight in Sherlock’s face trying hard to control your breathing. He stood still, not flinching at your words or your volume. “You get the fuck out of here!” You screamed again pushing him backwards with all of your strength. “I just want to be alone and-” “Get high.” Sherlock interrupted. “Ignore everything.” You finished. From over his shoulder you could see John looking at you in disbelief. “You’re fucking high? That’s what you’ve been doing holed up in here?” The mix of anger and annoyance in his tone hit you hard.

“No.” You said, the same time as Sherlock said “Yes.”

“I am not getting high.” You defended. Sherlock grabbed your arm and pulled you further into the apartment. John following behind and shutting the door. When he turned around Sherlock grabbed your arm and showed it to him. Multiple puffy needle marks riddled the inside of your arm. You stayed quiet but roughly pulled your arm from his fingers. “Where is all of it?” Sherlock snapped. “Find it yourself.” You spit back crossing your arms over your chest. With that the two men disappeared into your flat until they returned with all the drugs you had.

John tried his best to remain calm but ended up yelling a long lecture in your face until he realized it was no good and saw himself out. Sherlock said nothing. He simply stood across the room from you and retrieved the pillows from the floor. He grabbed a waste basket and threw the bags of drugs in there along with the few needles you had. He fetched a lighter from your kitchen and you watched the only thing that ever made the pain stop burn into nothing.

You didn’t have any tears to cry and you searched for the words to say. You sunk to the floor in your place and stared at the trash defeated. Sherlock broke the silence. “Why did you do this?” You didn’t answer him instead you asked, “Why did you do that?” Your voice cracked at the end.

Sherlock cleared his throat looking around the room. “This is very selfish of you.” You looked at him in disbelief. “Says you! I was the one who sat around and took care of your pathetic ass while you were higher than Mount Everest.”

He bit his lip sighing frustratedly. “Everyone thought you were okay.” You started to stand, “Oh so just because it’s what everyone thinks then it’s right yeah?” You threw you hands up mockingly. “So tell me Sherlock, when do I get to not be okay? When are people going to start being there for me?” You yelled feeling your eyes start to get glassy and you were tripping on the words as to they came out of your mouth. Sherlock hesitated looking around the room in guilt. While he thought of what to say you continued. “I’m always there for everyone else, always putting people before me.” Your voice stayed strong but tears spilled over onto your cheeks. You made your way closer to him wiping your cheek with the heel of your palm. “I’m always taking care of people and no one ever takes care of me.”

Sherlock felt his heart grow heavier as he watched you stand before him broken and vulnerable. He wanted to cheer you up and bring you back to your normal self. However a part of him felt like you’d turn to the drugs to hide these feelings because he never paid attention to them before. “I never knew that you needed someone like this (y/n).” Sherlock rested his hand on your shoulder. “I tried to make it obvious, I tried to let it show hoping somebody would notice. But no body did, not one of you. Not even when I said it straight to your face.” You spit back looking away from him.

Sherlock started to feel desperate to convince you this wasnt the way to handle your feelings. Although before he made you feel like you had no other option and he didn’t try to find other ways to help. “This isnt what you should do (y/n).” Sherlock said, his voice cracked on your name. “You do the same thing. I was just trying to forget how useless I am.” You spoke slowly looking down at your fingers pulling at the hem of your t-shirt. “You’re not useless to me, you’re my best friend.” He pleaded putting his hand on your cheek to try to get you to look at him. “That’s where you’re wrong. I am useless, you’re just one of the few who’s ever admitted it.” As you finished Sherlock felt himself shatter into a million pieces as he recalled what he said to you those few weeks ago.

“I lost the only person who ever listened to me. I never got to say goodbye and now I never get to let things out. I keep trying to open up and you shut me down.” You were becoming hysterical furiously wiping the tears from your face. “I will listen (y/n) I promise. I care about you. I lost Mary too, I don’t want to be the reason I lose another friend.” Sherlock insisted.

“Then start treating me like one.”

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thebootybitchdragon · 7 years ago

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Here you go my pretties, here are some random Daniel Masters ideas I have.

Things I Like:

His name is Daniel, and he always refers to himself as such. He never uses any nicknames or variations of it, mostly to keep things from getting confusing since we now have Danny, Dani, Dan and Daniel.

I doubt Vlad's entire motivation for cloning Daniel is to just have a son. I think he either wanted to have him take Danny's place while Danny himself was gotten rid of, or, again, use him as a weapon against Danny. Or for some schemes. A particularly strong idea is sending Daniel, under Danny's guise, into the Fenton Family and having him cause utter havoc to rip it apart.

His human form eyes are a darker blue than Danny's, closer to Vlad's shade. His ghost form's eyes are pink, simply due to the fact that Vlad has red eyes and red eyes for evil or dark 'twin' versions of a character is so overused. Pink is close enough to red to still tie in to the opposite color scheme of Danny's green, like Vlad's red does, and it could also count as a another trait from Vlad since his ectoplasm is mostly pink. His skin is the same tone in both forms as Danny's.

He has a short ponytail. I will fight all of you on this; he needs an evil badass ponytail. The ponytail itself is completely black, bc this child has enough anime hair with his fringe. Overall, his hair is wavier than Danny's.

Daniel is able to take on an appearance identical to Danny's, with very minor differences. The main one is the faint marks where the cloning machine was attached to him. He doesn't like attention drawn to them or people asking about them, even in his true form. The second way is his glowing eye color (which is pink). He is also constantly releasing ectoenergy to maintain the illusion, so he is also able to be detected with any ghost sensor easily.

Daniel initially believes Vlad is infallible, that he is always right, and that his word is law. This is of coarse what Vlad has intentionally taught him. However, as time goes on and he has multiple encounters with Danny and the others, his views begin to get less black and white and he starts seeing problems with what Vlad tells him and does. The first time he questions Vlad, Vlad responds with anger and threats to punish him for 'disobeying'. This causes even more doubt, and starts him questioning just what, exactly, Vlad truly cares about.

He is prone to temper tantrums when he doesn't get what he wants, due to Vlad's spoiling. Danny finds this irritating and complains about it. It occasionally gets them into arguments when they try to work together, because Daniel sometimes has a hard time fallowing Danny's orders even if he realizes its the better plan.

Daniel is a smudge taller than Danny, something he tends to like to flaunt even though its not that big of a difference to warrant it. Mostly it's just because he stands up straight while Danny slumps.

Daniel's ghost half doesn't have the Phantom logo on it. It has the Vladco. logo on the back, between the shoulders.

He is most likely home-schooled, tutored, or otherwise privately educated. Possibly by ghosts. Vlad himself does train him how to use his ghost powers, and it makes a difference bc he quickly becomes a formidable opponent to Danny. Vlad has taught him how to do several select moves that Danny himself has been unable to learn, like proper duplication and ectoenergy redirection.

As a counterbalance to all of the Vlad influence, Daniel has lost the Ghost Wail. It is one of the few advantages Danny has over him.

Speaking of Danny, he never calls Daniel by his name. Ever. He cannot stand to, he is vehemently against it. Daniel is his name. He always refers to Daniel as some kind of rude nickname. As their encounters go on, it becomes a little bit like a game for Danny, to find new things to call him in an attempt to piss Daniel off.

Daniel often dresses, acts, and speaks like a rich spoiled brat because he is one. Vlad will literally get him anything he asks for, something he learned incredibly quickly. As such, he began to ask for incredibly ridiculous things just to see if he'd get them. Thus far, he owns a submarine with an entirely pink inside, a castle made of glass, a tree house palace in his own forest, his own “miniature” jet, three cruise ships, and has an island being made for him, on which he wants to build and upside down tower. Danny has criticized all of this, but Daniel's response is simply “I have an island and you don't, stop being so jealous.”

In the same vein, Daniel always refers to Vlad as “father”, except when hes angry and attempting to be scathing. Whenever he uses the term “Dad”, its a sign that a line has been crossed, and he is very livid. It is also commonly used as an accusation or in that kind of a tone.

He always wear high end fashion, often tailored suits like Vlad. When forced to wear some of Danny's clothing, he complained, “I look so pedestrian.” and “People are going to think I live in the sewer, this is so embarrassing.”

Also: “Move, peasants, your future Prince of Evil is walking here.”

Daniel tends to behave like a more sarcastic, dry-humored rude bratty version of Danny with skewed morals, however he silently suffers from a lack of self image and insecurity. He is constantly worried about his identity, because he can't figure out just who he's supposed to be. He attempts to ignore it, but at night when he can't sleep, it haunts him. He knows he's not normal, not truly human nor ghost in any sense. He sometimes feels fake, like a cheap copy, because he knows he's not his own individual. Its part of the reason he starts mimicking Vlad's over-the-top behavior, to hide his insecurity and lack of identity with fake confidence and narcissism. The more exaggerated he behaves, the worse he feels inside. This is noticed by Vlad, who doesn't notice the underlying problems, and encourages the behavior. Danny notices the change, however he only criticizes it. Jazz is the one to see the cracks in the facade, and the one to shatter it. This confrontation is the first time Danny sees Daniel as an individual like Dani instead of a copy that looks and speaks like him. Danny hadn't considered the clone truly has its own personality, and neither did Vlad.

This is loosely based on the theory presented in the game SOMA: That when you have copies made of you, you are only identical up until the split is made. You then become two different versions of yourself, each believing they're the “true” you. In the game, the people who are being scanned to have a digital copy of themselves put into a computer ark to be sent into space often killed themselves after the scan was complete so that only one of themselves—the scan—would continue to exist. By doing so, they believed they were “continuing” their true existence, when really they were just murdering the biological version of themselves. The conflict of being presented with copies of yourself and of copying yourself is prevalent in the entire game, and it constantly begs the question of “If I'm only a copy, and I still really me?” The game handles it quite intelligently and its a game I cannot recommend enough.

Speaking of insecurity and a lack of identity, Jazz is the one to help Danny cope. This takes precedence over her absolute ire towards Vlad, as she was going to go kick his ass for cloning him yet again. Later, Daniel has a few conversations with Jazz about his own thoughts and issues.

Daniel doesn't understand love. He attempts to “love” Vlad, because sons are supposed to love their fathers, but he doesn't understand it. This is due to a general lack of experience with true care and love, because for all Vlad thinks he's loving and care, it's not quite right. The lack of genuine kindness and empathy is the main issue. The first time he encounters a caring person with those qualities, it is Jazz.

He has an irrational fear of caves and dark holes.

He is a pun master. Some things are just too ingrained in someone to get rid of.

Possible Ideas I'm not sure about:

I am contemplating the loss of the Ice Core, but there are pros and cons to each side. Removing it makes Daniel too different from Danny, as he's supposed to be a clone, however changing it to something else allows for the possibility of a better dynamic; ie: if Daniel had a fire core, that would make him more difficult to fight for Danny, yet also uncomfortable for him as they'd be opposites. As of right now, I've no intentions of changing his core type. I did have an idea where Daniel has an Ice core, however its “tainted”. It's darker and a more prone to forming in jagged, broken ways with dark blues and purple discolorations like bruises. Another idea had been the Icefire core, however I felt that, combined with the already suggested things, was too much Vlad influence, especially for such a large part of his design and character.

Daniel envies those around him who had/have mothers. He finds the concept abstract and foreign, and he wants it. He over-idolizes it, due to inexperience and his own yearning, holding mothers and the concept of motherhood in an almost deity-like regard that's oddly childish. “A mother is the person who can take away any and all pain with her love, who can fix things with a few soft words.” He keeps this fascination/desire/envy a secret, entirely due to Vlad's repeated statement that he was the parental figure. This causes him to become incredibly curious about Maddie, which is exactly as awkward as you'd expect. He never reveals himself, however, and after his existence is revealed, he avoids her specifically as he doesn't know how to interact with her.

He adopted Vlad's swearing habits, however its rare and he uses household objects or small items instead of sweets. He also tends to use them more as insulting nicknames directed towards someone or something: “You absolute moronic table leg!” “Get back here, you insufferable ping pong ball!” “Wel you're a freakin wet paper towel!” -muttering under his breath- “Pens in a basket...”

A minor gripe with the concept Butch did was that he stated Vlad put on a few pounds. Which I legitimately cannot see. Vlad is a wine glass, he cannot be anything else. Even when he did get more muscled as the seasons went on, it was all in his chest, the man does not have a stomach. You can pry my big tiddy'd wine glass mile long legged Vlad from my cold dead hands. (I did like that is seemed like some of his ghost half was starting to leak over into his human form, with the hair shape. Vlad's finally got his devil horns.)

#Danny Phantom #Vlad Masters #Daniel Masters #Clone Danny #vox'slittleheadcanons #Someday i'll get to drawing him #that day is not today.

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