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thesehandsfic · 3 months ago

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okay i got three (3), count ‘em, three, asks about this exact same thing so FINE. you've forced my hand (not really, i was always gonna answer). this meta has been peer reviewed (thank you to @neurosses and @parrishwife) and is backed up by certain things in canon that can be interpreted a certain way.

i will preface this with the disclaimer that i’m not trying to say maggie sat down and wrote a D/s dynamic on purpose. i’m not saying everything they do has a sexual undertone. i’m not saying this is the only correct reading of canon. i’m not saying anyone has to agree with me. i’m not saying they engage in a “lifestyle” dynamic involving total power exchange or 24/7 scenarios. if you think i said these things, i didn’t. i'm not even going to run this through the lens of daddy kink, even though i really could and really want to, but we'll stick to the basics: one of them's The Boss.

it’s a general rule of thumb that any relationship between two people has an inherent power dynamic. an intimate sexual relationship involving emotional vulnerability and cohabitation will have a more pronounced power dynamic. it is my opinion that ronan is submissive to adam in their dynamic, and that is they way they both prefer it. ronan is not that way because adam is domineering and he just doesn’t want to argue. adam is not the boss because ronan is lazy and spoiled and won’t take initiative. ronan likes to feel he has someone he can answer to. it stabilizes him to feel as if he is under someone else’s control. adam likes to feel he has someone he can wield control over. it’s gratifying to him to know that he can always go home and boss ronan around. it’s irrefutable this is their dynamic in canon, i just also think it happens to become sexual as their relationship develops.

i don’t want to say “if you’ve never had D/s sex then you just wouldn’t get it”, but if you don’t understand or haven’t experienced a D/s dynamic, then it might be more difficult to see where i’m coming from.

with regard to adamronan, there are some things in canon we can point to in order to support my hypothesis. some highlights:

adam is saved in ronan’s phone as MANAGEMENT

adam behaves possessively towards ronan in public in front of their peers/his friends

ronan lets adam take the lead in many scenarios, including most of their decision making as a couple (even if he doesn’t always like it, re: greenmantle scheme)

adam is described as the instigator/active partner during the laundry room scene in opal

“ronan likes being told what to do, and adam likes to tell him what to do” “adam likes being with ronan because it makes him feel like he’s in charge”

ronan becomes like a henchman to adam (greenmantle plot, the cabeswater team up, sleeping on the floor by his bed, standing between him and the world in a way that won't offend adam's need for independence)

adam is able to set aside some of his more extreme tendencies with ronan, and relax into a dynamic where he is secure in knowing that ronan won't try to usurp or control him

it is additionally noted by several characters in canon that ronan is a follower. he is easily manipulated and turns to men he respects for guidance, even if they are not capable of or have no interest in providing it. they do not have to be good or smart men for him to respect them; they simply must possess a few of the qualities ronan finds appealing.

some specific ronan “tells” regarding his submissive tendencies:

ronan says to gansey “i’ll be waiting right here for you to tell me where to go”

the whole ronsey master/dog dynamic is crazy, actually. ronan responds to simple verbal commands, comes when he is called, acknowledges a snap or a shout as an order, thinks it’s funny when it’s suggested he should be leashed, and it does not bother him (in fact, he is proud of it) that others know he is subservient to gansey. i think ronsey is a nonsexual dynamic, but gansey still fills a stopgap role in ronan’s life when he is in the space between niall’s death and adam’s introduction

declan acknowledges to another character that ronan prefers to be led/guided

he refuses to comply with anyone he hasn't assigned a dominant role in his life, and sometimes pushes back against those he considers "in charge" of him in order to be reminded of his place/the security afforded to him in knowing he doesn't have to be The Boss

there are definitely more but i don’t want to go on about this forever. ronan plays a submissive role in his own life because he was raised to do so. (in the same family, and in stark contrast, declan is the opposite: he plays an overly assertive role in his own life because he was raised to do so.) ronan is submissive to niall, and losing niall so young in such a traumatic way leaves an enormous hole in his life: nobody is telling him what to do anymore, and it becomes a more immediate, pressing need for him to replace that figure. he is also submissive to bryde. in both cases, he is more powerful than the men he allows to control him: niall was afraid of him, and ronan is the reason bryde is alive. bryde's existence as a "dominant" figure for ronan to emotionally roleplay with is undeniable: he was tailor made by ronan’s imagination to fill a gap during a time when he felt alone, absent a domineering male presence (niall still dead, gansey gone, adam on campus, declan in DC).

i also think ronan is a masochist (the tattoo, the constant thrill seeking behavior that results in pain, when ronan was hit he was more alive, etc etc). pain = sensation = pleasure. but that is not what you asked. i just think it's neat.

on the flip side, adam is manipulative, and actively seeks control in most of his dynamics. he constantly butts heads with gansey, and detests declan (initially, specifically for declan's casual shows of power/status). he is sexually attracted to power and assertiveness (blue, greenmantle, ronan). adam is not looking for a doe-eyed pushover to drag around on a leash. he is looking for an equal that he can keep under his thumb. he wants to take someone in a position of power and put himself above them. some specific adam “tells” regarding his sadistic and dominant tendencies:

“i want to take off all your clothes”

“they were both hungry animals, but adam had been starving for longer”

his internal monologue is often about physical desire, though we see it mostly with blue: he wants to make out with blue, he wants to touch blue, he likes blue’s legs and other features. he thinks about them constantly and entertains fantasies in which he gets what he wants from a person he finds attractive.

greenmantle refers to him as a teenage sociopath, TGM refers to the gangsey as “adam parrish and his merry men”

he scries into a dog bowl, he is tied up, ronan basically says “next time choke me in a sexy way” (which could be read as him simply trying to make adam laugh; it works)

he mentions a few times that he knows ronan is attracted to him, and while he isn’t sure at first how he feels about ronan, he knows how he feels about the attention, and he likes it. he holds a power over ronan because of ronan’s feelings, and adam is drawn to that

he daydreams about ronan being a teacher (authority figure) as a means of projecting an inverted power dynamic onto their relationship

i think adam’s a horny little freak, basically. a lot of his narrative is about power and control. adam has virtually no power or control over anything beyond his grades, and even that sometimes escapes him: the abuse causes him to miss class, and ronan is better than him at latin. he can’t change these things. he spends a lot of time coping with his helplessness by daydreaming about when he will be powerful and successful and in charge. i think it gets him off that ronan is basically a cosmic entity who could dream up an atomic bomb big enough to level the eastern seaboard. that is power, and adam is technically the one who controls it: ronan would do whatever adam asked him to do. it’s mentioned in the series that ronan is a weapon/tool, and in the wrong hands he's dangerous, etc. with regard to adam and ronan’s dynamic, ronan is able to fully submit to adam because he is secure in the knowledge that adam wouldn't abuse this: he rarely asks ronan to dream things for him, he is aware of ronan's power and never tries to harness it for himself, he thinks it's impressive and he likes it. i’ve said this before, but imagine what an ego stroke it must be for adam to know he’s literally having sex with some sort of god. adam is in awe of ronan because of what he is capable of, he doesn't seek to use ronan for personal gain.

just because ronan is aggressive does not mean he is dominant. he is textually passive when it comes to things that really matter. all bark, no bite. he is waiting by the door for his master to get home. adam is textually flirtatious, manipulative, and power-seeking. he will hold something in his teeth and shake it until it stops fighting back.

also not for nothing: submitting feels so good. like the relief a submissive person gets from it is crazy. i find it hard to believe that’s not something ronan really enjoys. i think adam also likes that he can’t genuinely hurt ronan. ronan’s a little bit taller and a lot stronger. there’s nothing adam could really do, and even if he did, ronan could and would stop him. with blue we saw adam holding back and hating himself for his outbursts and his temper and his instincts, and with ronan he doesn't have to do that. they are both aggressive people who find aggression cathartic and sexy. i think ronan likes to be told he’s a good boy and i think adam likes to make him cry and then tell him he’s a good boy. put yourself in adam’s shoes and live that for a second: you have total physical control over someone, you hurt them or push them to their limit and make them cry (or otherwise overwhelm them) and then you reward them and tell them that you love them and they were perfect for you and you’re so proud of them. i find it really hard to believe that’s not something adam’s weird little brain would want.

i think the power/control distribution in their relationship is pretty interesting. ronan is wealthy, a bit taller/stronger, placed more highly in society because of his class, has living family that love him, etc, but he doesn't want control. adam has drive and initiative and not a penny to his name, and he wants, more than anything, to belong somewhere. the open space in ronan's life is where adam fits. again, i don't think they have a master/slave dynamic or a 24/7 TPE lifestyle, but i think they both find comfort in knowing that they can give each other what they both need.

kink is theatre; kink is roleplay; kink is wish fulfillment. kink is something people engage in because they get something out of it that they can't necessarily get anywhere else.

tl;dr ronan likes to get ordered around and adam's into ordering him around. and also sometimes he probably ties him up and makes him cry. both of these things are because neither of their fathers loved them in the right way, which left them both unfulfilled and psychosexually stunted, and now they've got complexes so vast and far reaching it's really too bad freud is dead 'cus he'd have a blast with these two freaks. thank god there's gay people and sadomasochism

genuinely am sorry this is so long. if you want the essay about daddy kink, then you know where to find me.

#etc #ask #pynch #meta

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cultkinkcoven · 2 months ago

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One of the big breakthroughs that both Lord Lucifer and Lord Hermes have really helped me understand is the idea of sensing energy in objects.

So often we talk about sensing and observing energy, but to beginners, our vague descriptions can be confusing or miss the point entirely.

When we talk about sensing energy in objects, people, crystals for example, remember that we’re not searching for some hypothetical mystical thing that “only REAL witches can see”. Every single person is capable of observing energy.

Lord Lucifer really helped me understand that energy is not just this mystical imaginary thing that we’re trying to tap into. You are very used to observing energy, you are already a pro at it.

Light, sound, touch, texture, solidity, surface tension, color, yes, all of these things are also energy, information. So many times I have seen practitioners in crystal shops waving their hands around the rocks, feeling them in their hands, staring into them deeply, even putting them to their ears, and I always thought “WHAT is it that they are sensing that I am not sensing?”

It wasn’t until I found myself in a crystal shop waving my hands above the crystals to feel which ones felt like they were radiating heat that it clicked for me. When Lord Hermes tells me to feel the crystal in my hand, he’s being very literal. When he asks me why this crystal is reflective, he is asking me why light interacts with this object the way it does. What does this tell me about the structure of this object? This feedback that my body is telling me is not just mundane, it is inherently telling me vital information about the object and it’s composition. These are universal truths.

Why do I see pink inside the quartz structure of a rose quartz? Why does angel aura reflect rainbows the way it does, why is obsidian shiny and onyx matte? Why is Sapphire a different shade than Opal and why is Opal different than Opallite? What makes all of these things different than lavender and water? Why are these things different from fire and sand?

What you are seeing in the mundane is not just an object. You are seeing a reflection of its attributes, quite literally. You are also hearing, feeling, even tasting these things as well. Sensing energy, feeling the vibration of a crystal, is not this talent that some people just have. You have it too, you just have to learn how to make sense of the information you’re already receiving. Those witches that seem so experienced aren’t waving their hands around the crystals because it looks aesthetically pleasing. They are actively trying to understand the structure of the object and how that relates to its energy.

Good magic takes root from good observation. I can feel that my friend is troubled, perhaps because of the vibes their ethereal aura is emitting, sure. But also because their quietness can be observed across multiple spectrums, through their appearance, through the rhythm of their breathing. My subconscious brain understands all of the billion subtle cues a body can produce before I can. I trust it.

When I approach my friend and say “hey, your hair actually looks great” and they go “wow! really? How did you know I was nervous about that?” , I might reply saying that I sensed it. What I actually mean is that I saw it, I heard it, I felt it on my skin, all at the same time. And before I even understood all of these things individually, I knew that her vibe was somewhat off. I don’t need mystical powers to understand that. Everything from the sweat on your brow to the sound of your voice is an energy and vibration. The way your hair falls tells me how damp your scalp is. The way your face looks indicates to me how you tongue is sitting in your mouth. All of these things I can sense, not through super powers, but through the basic information that is also available to you.

My friends constantly tease me and say that I can “read minds” because I constantly finish people’s sentences or know what they want to tell me before they can even form the words.

“how did you even know to ask me that?”

“woah wait I haven’t even told you that yet”

Im a terrible person to buy gifts for because I know what everyone is going to get me before they can buy it. Am I a mind reader? Do I have superpowers? Probably not. I have simply gotten so used to interpreting subconscious information that I’m just a little bit quicker than usual. I see someone’s gaze shift, I see their forehead wrinkle which implies that they are about to speak. I see their arm subtly move in a direction, I see in their eyes that they want something. We’re standing in the hallway. Yes I can close the door, no problem. How did I know you were gonna ask me that? For the same reason I know that amethyst heals. Energy reveals itself through context.

edit: Lucifer gets real quantum with this idea. There’s a concept that dark matter- which is matter that does not interact with light- still affects matter, and therefore what cannot be seen can still be revealed in what can be seen. Coming to intuitive insights means access the ability to see what is hidden, to have prophecies and all that jazz. These effects are subtle, so you have to focus, but they can be seen.

Obsidian is not just protection because it has some innate fantasy quality that is only found in obsidian. Your brain understands black obsidian as black and sharp for a reason. That translates both literally and symbolically.

You’re reading right now, right? You see squiggles on a screen and yet you completely understand these concepts I’m presenting. A whole message has been communicated to you through nothing more than lines and squiggles. This form of transferring information is not limited to words. This thing that you’re doing right now occurs every single time you observe anything. A whole message, understanding and idea is communicated through the texture of Labradorite in the same way that it is in this post.

The next time you try to feel a vibe or energy, don’t just try to feel with your soul. That is a super important step, yes, but also make sense of the information your brain is already great at interpreting. In fact, I’d argue that as soon as you stop thinking of magic as this fantasy thing that some people just have, your abilities will absolutely explode.

#pagan #paganism #witchcraft #demonolatry #occultism #magick #baby witch #witch community #spellcraft #spell work #occulltism #theistic luciferianism

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alexanderlightweight · 1 month ago

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i just got back into shadowhunters after years being out of fandom and i wanted to say your fics/ficlets/snippets have all been a joy to read. you've created several universes that i just wanna roll around in, and the fact that ragnor and catarina play a large part in a lot of what you write makes me so happy. i'm a sucker for ride or die relationships, romantic and otherwise, and you do those so well. thanks for sharing, and i hope you're doing well!

thank you so much, this ask was really sweet and let me tell you I adore Catarina and ragnor' and am happy to continually have them in my fics because I also love their relationship with Magnus and also Alec later.

also I was really tired when I got home and I interrupted this sort of as a prompt before I properly reread It and was like 'oh my bad' but I don't think you'll mind so this is a little of Ragnor's pov in one of the fics

hope you enjoy even tho you didn't ask lol and again, thank you this whole ask gave me a smile

<3 lumine

star eater

Ragnor frowns once more at the sterile, perfunctory response that Maryse Trueblood has sent him.

She paid him in full — something even of a bonus that could be considered a gesture appreciating his discretion — but she didn't mention the lad at all, even though Ragnor is sure she understood his subtle line of inquiry to the child’s well-being.

It’s a pity, that despite reaching out in hope to a shadowhunter — something he swore he wouldn’t do again — he’s left with only more disappointment and perhaps even lingering regrets.

Truly, Ragnor wishes he could have done more for the little lad.

With a sigh, he portals home, stepping into his office from where he’d been visiting the magical catacombs of Alexandria. The letter from Maryse Trueblood is tossed to his desk and he pauses.

The energy of his home is off balance.

Nothing too obvious,in fact it does nothing more than cause Ragnor to feel as if perhaps it had merely grown too dark, the shadows lingering where the light fades.

And there, on a dresser is a velvet black bag, brimming with power that sings to Ragnor as he walks closer. There’s no danger, a simple but efficient check proves that and when he opens it, his breath is stolen and he’s dialing a number without even looking away from the bag.

“Where did you even find abyssal opals, duckie?” Ragnor doesn’t wait for a greeting, he asks the moment that the phone connects. There’s a pause, the music is the background dimming and the sound of heavy breathing fading away.

“Dearest you hardly call and now you’re asking about abyssal opals? Is this a new rumor I haven’t heard? Or do you need them?” Magnus' smooth voice is both soothing and irritating as Ragnor wonders if Magnus is purposefully trying to drive him round the bend.

Except, Magnus wouldn’t tease him about something like this,

“No, no rumors. And I don’t need them anymore, I was given a delivery and I thought it would be you.” Ragnor sighs, “perhaps one of my old clients got wind and is trying to do me a favor.”

“Do you want me to come check your wards?” Despite Ragnor’s best attempts Magnus' voice has slipped into a dangerous purr and he sighs.

“No duckie, it’s fine here. In fact, give me a moment.”

Ragnor closes his eyes, phone suspended in the air as he curls his fingers in a specific, enchanting movement, eyes wide and glowing orange as he connects to his ward stone.

“Just how much of that sherry did I drink?” He asks as the connection fades, breathless as he unattached his consciousness from the stone and to his bereavement, aloud.

“Sherry? Oh annwyl, what has you in such a mood that you’ve over indulged?” Magnus' voice is deeply amused but at the same time, Ragnor can still hear that hidden edge of protective concern. “Are your wards in that poor of shape?

Magnus is too formidable a blade in a situation Ragnor feels no true danger in.

“No, no quite the opposite. It looks as if I overpowered them enough that they won’t need to be charged until my next research task finishes. Now, it was truly a long week so I’ll let you go. Since I’m perfectly safe I’ll find out just what I got myself into and next week I’ll tell you what happened after more sherry?”

Magnus' pleased laugh of delight breathes life back into Ragnor, a small smile blooming on his face to hear Magnus’ delight over such a small thing.

Though perhaps, this is a sign that Ragnor has been isolating himself a bit too much of late.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #star eater #ragnor fell #shadowhunters

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adamsrcnan · 2 years ago

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thinking about that scene in trb where adam comes out of ninos and he's got a silly spongebob ball that he bounces on the ground and then steps out just in time to catch it in his hand again. when he's sitting at foxway gently examining each and every tarot card. how his eyes flick to gansey as he says "i don't have a brother ma'am". how he locks eyes with ronan over his locker and says "with a dreamer". how he plays ronan's loud electronica for him at cabeswater. how he casually tells a man at the gas station his mama didn't teach him how to speak to women. how he gives blue a little show and tell of gansey's random artifacts. how he would let ronan come and sleep on the floor of his crappy apartment. how gansey picked him up from work and his overalls were rolled down to his waist. how he gave opal his watch. how he looked at ronan witheringly and told him to go do his homework. how he just went and peed in the fields by cabeswater. how he was flattered that gansey's sister found him attractive. how he sent blue flowers. how he looked at gansey and mouthed "yee haw" and they both laughed. how he messed about with ronan so often they had a whole grade system for parking lots, how he got embarrassed and shy when blue and noah found the silly mixtape ronan left for him. him riding his bike. him driving his little hand me down car. him cutting his own hair in choppy uneven mess. how he slept through his bday (my sweet little summer child) woke up downed some juice and went to go do some freak nature magic shit. how he dresses so dark academia with a tweed vest and rolled shirt sleeves when he gets to college. how he holds the back of ronan's head when he hugs him. how he rides a motorbike !!!!! how he tells declan he's done with ronan then comes back a few hours later with chainsaw in his hands. how he collects crying rich kids at college. how he does fake tarot card readings when he could do real ones (and then some) if he really wanted to. how he gets engaged before he gets his degree. how he finds his home is a person not a place. how he spends his teen years thinking he's unknowable only to find the love of his life and makes tamquam alter idem their i love you

just thinking about adam, adam, adam

#fuck #*through tears and gritted teeth* i love him so much #adam parrish #love of my life #the raven cycle #trc

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angelwishess · 6 months ago

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○˚.• Elena Leech

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The sweetheart singer of Mostro Lounge; Her sweet, little sister-like demeanor makes it impossible not to spoil her! But, just like the sea itself, theres something dark lurking deep within, despite the seemingly peaceful surface.

○˚.• �� BASIC INFO !

Nicknames:

El / Ellie (Jester, Kyra, Jade, Floyd, Azul)

Madamoiselle Sirene (Rook)

Literally every insult ever but never her name (Jamil)

Nicknames for others:

Literally any insult except their name (Applicable to anyone really) (but especially Jamil)

Azu / Azu-chan (Azul)

Grade/Class: Freshman, Class B

Birthday: October 17

Age: 16

Height: 162.56 cm (5’4 ft)

Dominant Hand: Ambidexterous

Homeland: Coral Sea

Club: Gargoyle Appreciation Club

Best Subject(s): Astrology and Divination

Hobbies: Analyzing complex stories and characters, making jewelry and accessories out of seashells and pearls.

Pet Peeves: (??? To be added)

Favorite Food: Polvo à Lagareiro

Least Favorite Food: Pickles

Talent: Fortune Telling (I’d put singing but… Shes literally a siren 😭)

Likes: Complex stories, psychological topics, crystals, tarot cards, the moon, freezing cold temperatures, psychological thrillers, analyzing things, puzzles, pearls and seashells, old books, ancient curse magic, history, Anthropology.

Dislikes: Mentions of sirens, sour food, hot weather on the surface, heights (will never admit this), people she can’t “read”.

Gender & Sexuality: cisgirl, unlabeled.

Voice Claim(s):

(To be added!)

○˚.• — UNIQUE MAGIC !: See The Heart

This spell allows Elena to summon a bubble that shows her the Past, Future, and Present of a specific person.

Each time setting has a different requirement. She can see whats happening in the present anytime without any issues, while looking into the past and future are much trickier.

But, a common requirement is that Elena must personally know the person to use her spell on them. And, the better she knows that person, the easier and much clearer the visions are.

She cannot use the spell on herself.

Since this spell is so powerful, it accumulates blot quickly if not used wisely.

She can only look into the future once or twice a month. She can only look into the past a few times a week. But she can see the present anytime.

After looking into the future and past, though, her magical abilities are drastically weakened.

○˚.• — APPEARANCE !

A rather short girl with a pear body shape, Elena has pretty Opal hair with a pretty rainbow shimmer, and almost pearl-like eyes that reflect color beautifully.

She looks like she doesn’t have pupils— but she does trust me !! She has a sweet, round face as well as soft facial features. Big, shiny eyes and cute lashes, as well as notably plump lips. She has she sweetest chubby cheeks and fluffy hair and eyebrows ! Notably quite pale, and her skin is somewhat glittery.

○˚.• — PERSONALITY !

A breath of fresh air compared to the tension when faced with her brothers, Elena Leech is a complete sweetheart! With big bright eyes and a cutesy, innocuous demeanor that just makes your heart swoon, who could resist that urge to spoil the perfect little sister she is?

Have something weighing on your mind? Don’t worry! Because Elena is here to listen to all your problems! You can trust her, so don’t worry about a thing!

A sensitive soul, an empath! (And a bit of a crybaby,) An absolute angel! No matter who you are, Elena is here to sympathize with you. Unfortunately, shes waay too trusting of other people… Naive, and far too innocent for her own good.

A girl with that just attracts the attention of everyone, wherever she goes the spotlight is sure to shine down on her as she basks in the attention of everyone else! A deep sea beauty with a love for the moon, she can tell your future, too! Isnt she just so admirable?

Shes even like a lucky charm! Even since shes come to NRC, the Monstro Lounge has never been more successful! What a funny coincidence! But then again, its no wonder why theyre getting so many more customers! With her on the stage as Monstro Lounge’s singer, her melodic voice attracts everyone who passes by! Who could resist that gorgeous voice?

Honestly, its almost like shes too good to be true!

…Huh.

Elena gets along just swimmingly with everyone! With a fake stunning smile, and big empty bright eyes, its no wonder so many fawn over her!

Hey, you’ll be her friend too, right? Don’t worry. You can trust her.

○˚.• — Elena’s “True” Nature

Well, a leech is a leech, right? Trouble runs in their blood, and even if she is adopted shes still one of them nonetheless.

The sudden increase of success the Monstro Lounge has gotten is no coincidence, in fact it was all planned from the very beginning. Elena is no damsel in distress, not a pawn used by Azul. No, not at all. Shes never needed saving.

Don’t you know? Back home, everyone’s terrified out of their wits because of the big, bad, scary siren swimming around. And no one can do a thing, how could they when shes under the protection of the Leech family? No one wants to get on their bad side.

Azul’s most trusted friend, his very best friend. And Monstro Lounge’s best informat. Their spy, if you will. Her charming little act is nothing more than that, an act. A well-crafted facade to gain the trust of unsuspecting students, after all Azul’s reputation doesn’t do him any favors when it comes tot he trust of the school body— so who better than the cute, new bright-eyed student to come in and steal everyone’s hearts?

They have no idea all the little secrets they let slip around Elena makes it way to Azul. Elena always updating him with all of the lastest info regarding the student body.

Shes a master of psychology, studying everyone around her constantly. A silent observer, everything she does and says has a purpose, drawing people closer and closer, getting them to trust her. She has files upon files written by herself, dedicated to analyzing and memorizing everyone’s indivual traits. Psychoanalyzing personalities, studying their body language, the way they speak, their tells for lies…

She knows exactly what to say and how depending on who shes talking to, and everyone is blissfully unaware of the fact its all been completely intentional.

In truth, she doesn’t really care about anyone other than her brothers and Azul. Why would she? She knows theyre only kind because they only know this version of her, she knows they wouldnt be as welcoming once they knew who she really is, what she really is.

Its not her fault that people choose to trust her. Dont they know the laws of the sea? Its kill or be killed down in the depths, and ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves. One shouldn't be surprised to get bitten if you so willingingly stretch out your hand to a beast. A monster is a monster, and nothing will ever change that.

Elena at her core is deeply sensitive, shes emotional and loving— but shes closed off her heart from the rest of the world a very long time ago. There are layers upon layers to peel when it comes to her, but maybe one day there would be someone new to find her vulnerable heart shes hidden from everyone so desperately.

She loves so deeply for the people closest to her, but even then shes scared to ever say a word about it. The last thing she wants is to be seen as weak. But, no matter how hard she tries to hide it, she’ll never be able to fully cover up the fact she cares so deeply about her loved ones.

But her loyalty comes to the point of self sacrifice. She’ll do anything in her power to make sure they remain untouched, unharmed. She doesn’t care how to what to do, she doesn’t care how many people she has to use or hurt, she doesn’t care if it’ll cost her own life and dreams, she’ll do it. Because she does it for them, and only them. When others are your everything, nothing else matters. Even if she’ll end up giving up everything she has, and more than that.

○˚.• — BACKGROUND / LORE

— To be added! (I’m lazy…)

To summarize it for now, Sirens are seen as monsters and lacking of empathy and morals. She was adopted by the Leech family after her lil’ egg thingy drifted off to their doorstep (???), and grew up as one of them. It was only later in her life they, and she, began to realize she wasn’t a mermaid, but something else. When everyone came to the realization she was actually a siren and not a mermaid, she was shunned by everyone else— except her family and Azul.

○˚.• — NOTABLE RELATIONSHIPS !

Elena ♡ Jamil — Hatred At First Sight. || When Elena first saw Jamil during Book 2, she immediately disliked him. It was probably because she couldn’t immediately get a good read on him, and she hated that. She knew there was more to him than the “average student” facade he kept up, but she didn’t know what, and it drove her insane. It was almost to the point of obsession, really. She tried everything she could to get him to crack after that. Following him around, purposefully annoying him— anything, just to get him to drop the act she knew he was keeping up.

After the events of Book 4, their mutual dislike of eachother was obvious to everyone. But… When the lines of love and hate begin to blur, and those glares turn into longing glances, they’ve begun to realize, maybe the other isnt so bad.

Azul & Elena — Bestfriends! || Elena is Azul’s best and most trusted friend. She’d honestly die for him, and her loyalty to him is admirable. Always standing behind him, Elena quite literally always has his back. She sees him like a little brother despite him being older, and feels a sense of protectiveness towards him. Shes always looking out for him and doting on him, making sure hes taking care of himself and eating well. Despite how much she teases him, she of course cares for him a lot, and will never tolerate anyone else teasing or talking bad about him. Will literally dropkick anyone that dares to try.

Elena & the Tweels — Family! || Her literal brothers. Growing up with those two, there was never a dull moment! They all care for eachother very deeply, and even if Elena never says it outloud they know she loves them dearly. Elena is always looking out for Floyd, scolding him whenever he does something reckless while panicking to take care of whatever injury he has, Elena always eats Jade’s dishes, despite not really wanting to. She doesn’t want to make him sad, after all. And even though she knows that its probably just to guilt her into eating it, she can’t handle seeing him pouting.

Jade likes to carry around her things for her, and Floyd likes to let her tag along in his little adventures. Elena loves her brothers very dearly, and also does not tolerate any badmouthing of them. Will actually go feral if you try to in her presence

Elena & Trey — “Suspicious…” || Yeah. Elena is scared of Trey. Its literally only because he baked a dessert so good she almost broke character. Ever since shes been wary of him, and he doesnt know why…

Elena & Ruggie — “So Cool…” || Elena really admires Ruggie!! Shes always admired hardworking people, really. And after the events of Book 2, shes been looking up to him a lot! Although she gets too shy and nervous to strike up a conversation with him, she often leaves him coupons for a free meal at Mostro Lounge. Of which Azul never actually approved of— but he can’t really do anything, because its Elena. So, he supposes he’ll let it pass…

Ruggie, however, isn’t at all aware of her admiration for him. She never directly gives him the coupons either, usually just leaving them wherever she knows he’ll find them. So, he doesn’t have a notable opinion on her for now.

Elena & Malleus — “Damn… Just like me fr!!” || Initially, Elena only joined the Gargoyle Appreciation Club in hopes of gathering information on Malleus. But, she ended up genuinely enjoying her time there, and Malleus’ company. She enjoyed learning about Gargoyles, and trying her hand at creating some. She discovered, Malleus… Wasn’t as scary as she expected. And then she realized, she was looking at Malleus the same way other merfolk back in the Coral Sea. And she felt terrible about her assumptions.

It was because she realized they were actually so very similar that Elena gained a soft spot for the fae. And so, she ended up never bringing back any info to the Lounge. Because yes, she is loyal. But she is loyal to everyone that deserves her loyalty. And Malleus is definetly one of those people.

Elena & The First Year Gang (+Kyra) — “Idiots… But theyre MY idiots.” || Although Elena only stuck around them for the sake of gathering information, she ended up getting attatched to them. Some how, some way, against everything— she.. Actually saw them as… Friends??? EEEWW GROSS!!!! She couldn’t BELIEVE herself. Shes sunken so very low. She felt terrible, almost like she was betraying Azul and her brothers by getting attached to them. So she tried to deny it, tried to ignore it. But, Elena cant ever hide how much she actually cares. She ended up not giving Azul much of the information she’s gathered from them, and even looked the other way when she noticed them sneaking into his office.

She didnt expect to make any friends when enrolling at NRC. But the world is a mysterious place, and it has funny ways of doing things. And slowly but surely, they’re tearing down her icy shell and tall walls. Maybe one day, she can let herself be vulnerable.

○˚.• — FUNFACTS / TRIVIA !

Elena is Twisted from Ursula’s Bubble!

She loves spicy food!

Elena is actually very physically strong! She can easily carry something 10x her size.

She also has the biggest appetite ever, she could easily beat even Ruggie in an eating competition. This is because Elena is a Siren, and has a much different diet than both land-beings and merfolk.

Sirens actually eat much, much more than you'd expect, as the other creatures in the deep sea where the sirens live are freakishly big and absolutely packing in protein and nutrients (that, and the fact they eat humans and other seafolk).

Because of that, Elena eats much more than you'd expect without gaining weight or height, since its barely enough for her body.

Elena was a biter as a kid.

Elena is adopted, yet has no desire to know about her real parents.

She can't use her signature spell on Kyra for some reason. And as of late her predictions have been getting blurry whenever she gets involved.

If Jade usually stands at Azul’s right, and Floyd stands at his left, Elena stands behind him. Somewhat as symbolism for her involvment in the Mostro Lounge’s shady business being hidden.

Elena is very interested in ballet, and is a ballerina!!

Elena is freakishly strong, and could easily carry her brothers 😭 she has a nasty bite and while Azul doesn’t let her do any of the dirty work for the Lounge and instead likes to keep her close by, she definetly could handle the dirty work if it came down to it.

^^ Like her brothers shes also trained in self defense. She may be on the shorter side, but her hits are no joke! She loves a good fight, as it lets her let out all of the pent up frustration she has.

Recent redesign ^^

#🫧🎼! elena #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst wonderland #disney twst #oc x canon #oc intro

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bundoesnotcompete · 9 days ago

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Aventurine's old friend happens to be a newly born Lord Ravager....

Tw for mentions of slavery, dehumanization of other people. I think that's it. Not proof read. roughly 2300 words.

"An avgin, ey? Quite the rarity yer auctioning off, sure ye want to?" It was dark in this cage and the metal was cold. There were more voices outside the curtain that covered your auction cage.

"Of course! This one is worth quite a bit! I've done well to keep it in pristine condition."

They would pay, everyone would pay. You would find a way out and annihilate everything that was involved in this scheme. Burning. The burning came next and then the gold.

"Arriving at-" You jerked awake from your place on the cramped ship. Thick cloak and the veil that covered your face shifted as you moved. The people huddled around eachother closely from the sheer cold of the refugee ship. Or you assumed it was cold, the faint feeling of burning inside kept you warm. You weaved your way through the crowd, making sure to leave small scratches on the rich folk sorrounding you. They assumed you a priest of some sort.

The planet these disgusting maggots had been on was destroyed, bent to your will and to the might of the legion and your hoarde.

"Ow! Something scratched me!"

You ignored the voices of the worthless and continued deftly weaving through the crowd to the exit. This planet was next in the chain and these maggots would rot it from the inside out. They would all pay with their lives. You would make sure they would pay their debts.

The planet's surface was lively, the concrete hellhole that these worms loved dearly revolted you. How dare they live in luxury and hoard the wealth that could help others? Most of those on the ship were so rich they hardly knew what to do with all the money. They abandoned all their servants and slaves in order to leave. They valued the lives of the poor no more then dirt, and thought themselves above all, even aeons. The forsaken had a new home with you, and it was there that they would find love.

This planet was a vital part of the southeastern trade routes for the IPC, and such a loss would cripple this sector of trading. It would also bleed into the other sectors with the loss of raw minerals needed for technology. A blow that would surely bring some joy to the other emanators. Well, the ones that were active, at least. Phantylia would at least have amusement as the maggots began to go insane and turn against eachother.

You paused from your planning and spreading of your power at the sound of a billboard playing the news. You were curious and you approached to watch with the crowd.

"Following what is believed to be a series of attacks by a possible eighth Lord Ravager, the Southeastern Sectors are to be on high alert and on full lockdown." The crowd around you began to murmur.

"Is there really an eighth? Does the IPC think us next?"

"You should've seen those creatures. They were people at one point and then they were turned into those things."

"Ugh, I bet this week cause the markets to fall."

"Who cares, it's not like it'll get us here."

You moved out of the crowd, allowing your power to linger and soak into the flesh of your next plan. It would take time, but you were patient.

In the next few months, fights and riots began to break out in the city. After a few irrational moves made by those in high power, the people began to grow angry. With anger and misery, your virus spread faster. It would only be a matter of time before phase two would begin.

"This marks the third major loss of trade routes in that sector. If this keeps up it will very well cripple the galatic economy." Sugilite scoffed, annoyed at the loss of such important lines in such a short span of time.

"We know nothing of this emanator and what little we do know paints an ill picture." Opal began. "An ugly mix of paths, turning people into abominations and then destroying worlds, such a mess."

"Propagation and Destruction, who'd had thought those two could have mixed."

"Prevention and quarantine is all we can do at this point." Jade turned to Aventurine as she spoke. "Tell me, which one are you willing to bet they'll target next?" The man in front her studied the planets keenly. Then he pointed to the odd colored one.

"Tertric-7, its a major trade planet and it connects to every other one." And it was a major hub of slave trade. Not that many knew that, of course. Of the eighty or so planets that have been destroyed, nearly all of them were notorious for slave trading and breeding. If he had to bet, that would be the next target. It would be within the boundries, hidden as it may be. Ah, might as well say the quiet part out loud.

"It would make sense. It is a major route on the slave trade, and if this emanator is targetting those routes like it has previously, it would go for that one." He shrugged at the look Sugilite gave him. It was true, and since he's a gambling man, his money was there. He was probably right anyway.

"He does hold a point. If I were that emanator with a grudge like that, I'd hit were it hurts too." Obsidian giggled. Then it was decided, the set of planets sorrounding Tertric would be quarantined.

"Two stonehearts are to go the chokepoints and make sure things run smoothly. These planets will be qurantined and it will be decided later what will happen to the remains." Diamond's words were final. Cut the infected limb off before it spreads.

The planet's populace was crumbling and mad. The deranged animals and insects that the people were turning into was rapidly destroying any hopes of escape. The city was collapsing and burning and you felt nothing but joy. A new home for your children and soon to be children. Freed from the pain of the gold cage of humanity.

"Not how I would have done it, but it was amusing watching them fight eachother." Phantylia's voice echoed nearby. You gazed up, face bare for the world to see. "Mmm, pity you ended it so soon, I had hoped to join in on the fun. I suppose we can't win them all." Her glowing fire of a form floated above you. Of all Lord Ravagers, you and Phantylia had an understanding and respect for one another. It was rare, among the group.

"There are two planets I intend of bringing salvation to next. Do you wish to take one route for your own joy?"

"Depends."

"There is one of the western side which I've heard has major ties to the Xianzhou Alliance. I had planned in looking into that next, but if you wish to have it...." You trailed off.

"Oh, no need to butter me up. I have been lacking a challange lately so, I will take your offer." She let out a laugh. "I'll be seeing you, Little Ravager." She dissappeared with a small puff.

A gurgling mess of limbs and chitin came crawling towards you, seeking comfort admist the agony. You cooed at the ugly gooey mess.

"Rest now little one, this one cares for you like no other has. You are freed from them."

The next year was filled with dull planning and spending time with your recently aquired children.

After arriving on the planet a month earlier, you finally had the comfort of knowing your friend's fate. You had seen him out of the corner of your eye and chased after him after looking again. You had to know if it was him, if he was free or still a slave.

"Kakashava?" Your voice echoed above the crowd. You saw him pause. The blonde paused as the crowd passed him, uncaring of his high status. He turned to your voice, unsure if he was hearing things or not. There you were, face bare for the world to see, one he thought long since lost admist the endless sea of slaves. How were you here?

You stood in front of him dressed in dark garbs that seemed to absorb any light and color. It was rare for Aventurine to be at a loss of words. Hands cupped his face a bit agressively. You scanned his face trying to memorize it. This was real, but why was he dressed like a maggot? It was too showey. Yet some buried part of you was unsurprised at his style. How very him. You let go of his face.

"Your part of the freed now, aren't you?" You asked. "Its obvious." You touched the top of his coat, feeling the plush fur against your fingertips. Expensive. "You make lots of money, you wear the coats the maggots do."

"And are you one of the freed?" He asked, ignoring your maggot comment. You gave a nod. "Then perhaps you wouldn't mind dining with me? We have quite a bit to catch up on. Too much to be standing on the street, anyway." Well, you weren't going to say no to free food.

"Do you have somewhere in mind?" He ended up taking you to some high end restrurant that made your skin crawl. The food was nice though. As you ate, the fresh wound on your wrist reopened. It wasn't an deep scratch, but one that was more than just small. One of your recent family members got too excited and, well, accidents happened. You hummed in annoyance as Kakashava seemed to continue on with his tale. You grabbed a napkin and covered the wound that gently weeped molten, gold blood. Kakashava took notice.

"Are you alright? Did you spill something gold?" He reached for your wrist but you jerked away from him. He seemed unbothered by your reaction, but pulled his hand back in understanding. Some things didn't need to be said.

"One of my family members got excited, and sometimes accidents happen. The gold is a gift from the one who freed me." The atmosphere seemed to tense, only one being had that ability. "A sign of my worthiness." The people around you continue to chatter amongst themselves, unaware of the dangerous beast they were near. Any wrong move and they would be doomed to die, Kakashava needed to play this right.

"So," He seemed to mull on your words and leaned back in his seat. "You must be the eighth Lord Ravager?" He questioned.

"If that is what you want to call me, then yes. But it is not ravaging, it is freeing. All join my family and this world will soon join. You can too, if you wanted. I would gladly have you by my side again." Time seemed to crawl. This planet was doomed before he even set foot on it. Damage control was his best option now.

"I am going to have to pass on that." You deflated and a small part of him still felt bad. "I want to make a bet with you."

"Oh?"

"If you can take the planet within 24 system hours, I will join your family." This was a gamble that made him uncomfortable. Throwing away lives like they nothing but toys was wrong, but they were doomed anyway. "But you must do it with minimal damage to the infrastructure. I've seen the damage you can cause, but can you do it without leveling a planet?"

You swirled your drink in comtemplation. He could rat you out to IPC he works for, but would they take his word seriously? A high rank he may be, only one of the ten stonehearts could really be an issue to your plan. You wanted him by your side, and surely it couldn't be that hard to keep the city in tact? But how much time did you have to prepare?

"And when does our timer start?" You set the drink down. His smile was borderline smug, as if he knew you would lose this bet. It was the same one that he wore when you played board games as children.

"Midnight." It was just enough time to get everything situated on his side. If he could keep the planet standing and worth something if the IPC could reclaim it, then he would win. It could be a frontline for this coming war.

"That is eight system hours to prepare. It would be enough time. Then you have a deal, Kakashava."

The game was set and the pieces were moving. All things considered, the reunion went well. A meal was shared and joy was shared amongst old friends.

The planet fell in less than 24 hours, but you could not keep your newly born children from rampaging and destroying major infrastructure. The bet was lost on your end, and you knew the smug smile your friend was wearing was going to make you smolder for days.

On Aventurine's end, things were going well. His influence established a frontline and did save some of the planet's important resources. It seemed you did try your best to keep things in tact. He ignored the bitter taste he had grown used to. Your fate and actions were something he did not like, but there was no use in crying over it now. He only hoped that you would come to your senses and allow the relationship bloom anew.

LOSS OF SOUTHEASTERN TRADING SECTORS TO AFFECT TRADE MARKETS

4 hrs ago

In the aftermath of the loss of the sectors, prices of technology and....

However, the planet of Tertric-7 has been considered salvagable from scans. While the loss of infastructure is great, the raw resources remained untouched. Unlike the planet....

CAN PATH CROSS?

2 hrs ago

As an eighth Lord Ravager is revealed to have been born, many in the scientific community have been left wondering if paths can cross fully. While research has remained....

Does this emanantor have combined paths of Propagation and Destruction?

#honkai star rail x reader #hsr #honkai star rail #aventurine x reader #aventurine honkai star rail #emanator reader

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romantichopelessly · 9 months ago

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invitation to speak more about the secret good td3 in your head, if you so desire!

Ok so I sat on this ask for DAYS because I wanted to have some cohesive, great answer, but the thing about The Dreamer Trilogy that haunts me is that I can never come up with good concrete thoughts about how to fix the issues I have with it, which is why I reference the “secret good td3 in my head” because it can never fully leave my head in any real way. That being said here’s a list of some elements I would change to make my secret good td3, in no particular order.

The visionaries don’t exist. Liliana, Persifal, etc. are just psychics that keep getting visions of the end, and die for reasons other than their power. Explaining what Visionaries are and subsequently over explaining the magic system of td3 is part of what made the trilogy so confusing and ruined a lot of the magic that the TRC universe already had for me. We don’t need concrete explanations, and psychics can still fill this role. The changing age and exploding added nothing?? to the narrative?? that I can think of?? We can even keep the age gap for Carliana if we want to, just make Liliana an older psychic like Maura/Persephone/Calla. It will even add to the excellent Carmen-Mr. Gray parallels.

Lean more into the themes of the age group. TRC is a coming of age story. It’s about being 17/18. It’s about learning your inner self and getting others to see the true you. TD3 should be more about being 19/20/21. To me, TD3 at its peak is like Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 6. Which is uniquely about the horror of being in your early 20s, losing support systems, having to learn to be a full self-reliant person, grappling with what your parents did to you, and the crushing loneliness of not being around Your People anymore. TD3 has all of these themes, but I really think they need to be fleshed out more, and given proper conclusion that isn’t just “yippee everything is fine now!”

Greywaren is longer. I think almost everyone agrees that Greywaren, as a book was just too short to wrap up all the plot lines set up, and does almost none of them justice. That book needed a whole rewrite. In theory, I’m completely fine with how it opens—Ronan being in a dream coma was foreshadowed from CDTH, and is an idea that I’d actually thought of as interesting before even reading the book. Other elements of this book like Declan’s rampage, Matthew going rogue, etc are great directions for the characters, I’d just want to rework them. I could make solo posts about any of these.

The Pynch breakup either doesn’t happen, or is set up further in advance and lasts longer. Personally, I lean towards the latter. Adam and Ronan’s conflict is set up from the very beginning of CDTH, or even from Opal (Adam warring between wanting to stay with Ronan and needing to follow through with his lifelong plans, and being frustrated that Ronan never asks for anything from Adam (specifically, to stay) ((side note: perhaps Adam’s insecurity here about Ronan respecting his boundaries so thoroughly stems from both having a family that never would respect his wishes, and Gansey (Adam’s model of love, Adam’s model of everything) having to learn not to ask things like that of Adam. What does it mean that Ronan never even tries?)) AND Ronan dealing with the crushing loneliness of being left and dealing with the consequences of having a long distance bf who is more successful than him). So they needed to have an argument about this. It’s also just in character that these two would not be perfect communicators. So. My idea: In CDTH we get no Adam POVs, just Ronan’s side of the story. We see, rather than Ronan just getting upset over one missed text, that Adam begins to pull away after the murder crab incident. We the audience don’t know why, other than Ronan’s unreliable narration and insecurity. So when Adam doesn’t respond to that one text at a vital fraught time, Ronan does what he does best, shuts down, pulls away and self destructs. Then MI rolls around and we start getting Adam POVs. We learn that after the murder crabs, Adam was throwing himself into trying to fix the nightwash situation for Ronan (Adam is not in contact with Declan here, unfortunately). After visiting for Ronan’s birthday and seeing the Lace, Adam starts to have dreams/premonitions about the end of the world (no visionaries in this universe, just psychics who are/were close to dreamers getting the visions!!). So he obviously sets out to fix this alone too. He calls his best approximations to contacts in this underground world that aren’t Declan. Henry and Mr. Gray. (+ maybe also Maura & Calla) ((Also don’t worry Henry doesn’t leave the Sarchengsey trip, just advises Adam on where to start)). Now that Adam has lost contact with Ronan (he was busy and missed the message and Ronan went off the grid like in canon), he goes full throttle into trying to solve everything while managing being his perfect Harvard persona (this gets him close to a breakdown, very reminiscent to Dream Thieves). Perhaps we get to see Adam and Declan working together to acquire sweet metals and understand the underworld of magic together. He and Ronan fight the one time they get to talk over the phone, Adam because he is truly scared Ronan will be the one to end the world, Ronan because he feels like this is another person perceiving him as a failure and wanting to control/baby him (+ he hates Adam hanging with Mr Gray and Declan of all people). By the time Greywaren starts, Adam is wrung out and hurting and Ronan is dead to the world, so yeah. He doesn’t think he can spend emotional energy playing safeguard to his boyfriend’s coma corpse. And then by the end of the book they have an actual argument/discussion no “they didn’t need words” cop out.

The number of Dreamers/Dreams has to be reduced. It’s cool to say that dreams were always integrated into this world, but it creates so many plot holes it isn’t even funny. There is no way Niall could have passed off the Greywaren being a box that brings dreams to life if Dreamers were such a common occurrence. No secret can be kept that well, someone in the black market would have known, and thus Greenmantle/Mr. Gray/Laumonier/ect WOULD HAVE KNOWN !!!

Declan does not have all his character erased by suddenly loving his mommy and daddy. Seriously what the fuck was that. Declan suddenly deciding to forgive his father because actually Declan was secretly the favorite child first is INSANE. Especially after seeing that that changed because Niall and Mor WANTED TO KILL HIS BROTHER!!! The two tenants of Declan Lynch in TRC were protecting his remaining family and fucking hating that Ronan idolized Niall just because Niall loved him best. So why make Declan turn around and do the same??? Suddenly Niall wasn’t so bad because actually he let Declan be shoved into a car trunk during a shootout out of love. I hate this plot line. Family doesn’t have to be forgiven. Understood, that’s one thing. Forgiven?? Not always. Sick of it. The real takeaway from seeing those memories should have been closure to Declan’s arc of learning that dreams should be viewed as people completely.

I definitely have other points but I cannot think of them right now. And I want to post this so I will. But TD3, as you can see, makes me an insane person.

#I’m so sorry it took me so long to answer this #I say I want asks then take forever to answer life is just crazy rn #answers #td3 #the dreamer trilogy #ronan lynch #declan lynch #pynch #adam parrish

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aroaceleovaldez · 4 months ago

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Hey, I wanted to ask about the Hekate/Trivia kids! Do you differentiate between Greek and Roman, and if you do, how so?

How do you incorporate the rock, alabaster, with your Alabaster Torrington design?

And I would love to know anything about Amber's story and powers?

I do differentiate Hecate and Trivia a bit - I imagine most of the difference is just associations with the moon and similar (Trivia having more due to association with Artemis and Diana).

With Alabaster, when I first read Son of Magic, I actually somehow managed to completely miss his description, so I initially pictured him as having white hair because of his name! When I re-read it though I corrected how I picture him, but I thought it'd be fun to give him streaks in his hair/vitiligo as an homage to misreading that, lol. So that's why my Alabaster design looks the way he does! I think it kind of works out though cause alabaster the stone often has streaks going through it. I don't always try to emphasize exact rock types with Hecate kids though, especially the canon ones, so I don't push it too much with my Al design versus some of my OCs where it's very emphasized.

I've actually been working on a little project of making references of as many Alabaster designs as possible and for that I included all three versions of my Al (My usual, my alternate design that's more canon-compliant, and then my initial misinterpretation in that order).

And then for Amber - she's part of a group of OCs I made:

I already showed Opal, but the other two are relevant in that all four of them are Amazons. In BoO, there's a reference of two Hecate kids who work with Hylla, so I wanted to design some Hecate kids in the Amazons with the idea that they had been sorceresses who escaped with Hylla and joined the Amazons alongside her. I haven't put too much thought into the specifics of their powers, but since they're based on the Amazons mentioned in BoO they can definitely shadow-travel. The Ares sisters are based on the mythology of the Amazons being daughters of Ares or just generally associated with him.

#pjo #riordanverse #pjo ocs #alabaster c torrington #alabaster torrington #my art #Anonymous #ask #oc #ocs

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axolotlesque · 7 months ago

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as thrilled as i am to have canon dorym, i cannot stop thinking about what a state they're in to be uniquely fucked-up about it if the other dies in their fight against ludinus. 🙃

so they've finally pushed through the barrier of insecurities and the knowledge they're opposed when it comes to predathos and the fear of whether or not the other person does or even can return their feelings and the yoke of a fey deal and a throne between them

to have one!! singular!!! night together

but you have dorian. whose brother just died. who has barely even talked about it happening, much less had the time or space to even begin to process his grief. he has massive survivor's guilt and blames himself not only for cyrus' death but for opal's possession. he's got the stress of being one of the few people who can bring someone else back up in a party where the only healers kind of do it as a side hustle. he is hyper-aware of orym "goading attack. goading attack. goading attack. goa--" of the air ashari's penchant to dive-bomb on a sword if that keeps it from harming someone else and has seen orym go down in battle all-too often as it is.

(although i don't think he knows that orym 100% for real has died already)

and you have orym. he is facing the man responsible for the single day that completely tore through his life. the one that left him both without a father and as a widower. the one that he also has massive survivor's guilt about. he is burdened with the thought that he is very much Just A Fighter in a party of people chockablock full of crazy arcane powers but nevertheless feels responsible for the safety and health of all of them. he feels like he failed his duties once and is mortally determined to never do so again. it is basically physically impossible for him to not keep tabs on every member of his party in a fight at any given time (it is very easy to read his godly-high perception as ptsd-driven hypervigilance.) he has been told in Very Explicit Terms that he is 100% Thee Reason dorian is there with them in this moment, in this fight, on this battlefield.

and that's not even getting into the question of whether or not there will be a force to appeal to vis-a-vis revivify if the worst happens --

so!!! i guess!!!! we just gotta cross our fingers and hope Real Hard that neither one of them comes out the other side of this with their mental/emotional health completely obliterated!!! :D

#anyways insomnia's been kicking my ass again so my brain's been rotating this nonstop like the evil version of a blorbo microwave #so i'm sorry if this is word salad #critical role #dorym #dorian storm #orym of the air ashari #cr spoilers #cr3 #like ngl i Would love it for one of them to die TEMPORARILY!!!!!!#because revivify appeal scenes are The Best to be emotionally distraught at #but only TEMPORARILY

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Chapter 5: Honorable Intentions

“So how does Spite feel about Illario?” “SPINELESS. WHINY-” “About how he feels about most people.” “And that is…?” Taking his coffee from the counter, he sipped it slowly before responding. “Impatient.” “Even me?” She batted her lashes. “Do you ever think he’ll just get fed up and-” “Why don’t we talk about something else, mm?”

Pairing: Lucanis x Fem Rook/OFC x Spite???

Summary: With both Spite and Rook keeping him on edge, Lucanis looks for distraction in meal prep...

Word Count: 2.6k

Things of note/warnings: 18+ fic, MDNI! warnings: I use the word cock ONCE. (sorry) Please read on AO3 if you need to track warnings, they will be inevitably detailed better there (or just want to be real sweet and give me hits/kudos/comments).

─── ⊹⊱♤⊰⊹ ───

Aunt Viama stood barefoot on the couch, peeking through the window nervously.

“Viago, take Fiamma to her room!” She hissed, “Dante, what is she doing here?”

“Relax, she doesn’t bite. It’s probably a contract,” said Fiamma’s father, as the two children snuck to their favorite eavesdropping spot in the hall and exchanged a look.

“Are you kidding me? My sister’s been in the ground one week! You’re grieving! We’re grieving!”

He motioned her aside and opened the door, ignoring her objections.

“Caterina, to what do I owe the honor?” He beckoned her inside with a polite gesture.

Calm and collected, the First Talon entered the den, her cane tapping against the wooden floor. A boy, roughly Fiamma’s age, clung to her coattails as she walked. Lucanis trailed behind them, his head bowed.

“I’m sorry to trouble you during such a painful time, Dante,” she kissed him on each cheek in greeting, “but my grandson has gifted your daughter something that was not his to give away.”

“What did you do, Fiammetta?” Viago demanded, pinching her arm.

“It wasn’t me. It was Lucanis!” she whispered, slapping his hand away and running to her bedroom. Throwing herself under her bed, she retrieved one of her mother’s old hat boxes and pried off the lid, sifting through her trinkets in search of the opal. The sound of Caterina’s muffled voice carried through the wall from the next room.

“I encourage my grandson to steal whatever his heart desires, if he can get away with it, presuming he’d go after sweets or knives. Instead, he takes books and gems.” She huffed.

“The makings of a good Crow,” Dante said. “An eye for knowledge and beauty.”

Caterina made a noise of disapproval. “Any other would have been inconsequential, but this one…has history. I was having a new setting made for this one and he swiped it before I could get it to my jeweler…”

With a pounding heart, Fiamma carefully took out the gem and cradled it in her palm one last time, before she closed her fist around it, stashed the box back under her bed, and shuffled into the den.

“Miss Caterina.” She straightened her posture, extending her hand. “Please don’t be mad. Lucanis just wanted to make me feel better.”

Dante’s mouth fell open in surprise as Caterina bent down and plucked the opal from his daughter’s hands. His eyes widened as she held it in the light, examining it. “Is that…”

“Yes.” Caterina retrieved her coin purse from inside her coat and slipped it inside. “You are a very honorable girl, Fiammetta. My grandsons could learn a great deal from you.”

Behind her, Lucanis raised his head, his brown eyes heavy with embarrassment. “I’m sorry for getting you in trouble, Fiammetta.”

“Nonsense, Lucanis. She isn’t in trouble for your oversight.” Caterina snapped.

Fiamma’s father crouched beside him. “It was a kind gesture, Lucanis.” He said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure you meant well.”

Caterina nodded. “I apologize for the intrusion, Dante. My deepest condolences…but if you don’t mind lending me just a bit more of your time, there’s some Crow business I’d like to discuss.” She glanced around. “Is there somewhere we can chat?”

Dante rose to his feet. “Of course. I’ll have Viama put some coffee on.” He turned to Fiamma and kissed the top of her head.

“Why don’t you take Lucanis and Illario to play with Viago? I’m sure he’s not far...” her father murmured, frowning with gentle disapproval as his gaze drifted toward the shadow in the hallway.

As the adults departed, Viago emerged from the hall, nudging Lucanis with his elbow and gesturing towards the front door with a subtle tilt of his head. With a shameful look, Lucanis tore his eyes away from Fiamma’s and followed her cousin outside.

Charging forward, the youngest Dellamorte seized her hand, shaking it a little too hard.

“I’m Illario.” He said earnestly. “Can I see the rest of your house? I bet it’s not as big as my Nonna’s!”

Fiamma blinked, her gaze moving past him to the door as it shut behind the older boys. Forbidden from leaving the house without her father’s escort, she had no choice but to stay behind.

“Um…sure.” She said, trying to hide the disappointment in her tone. “Do you like art? My papa has lots of paintings in his office.”

Illario grinned, giving a charming bow, as if reenacting something he’d seen an adult do.

“I like whatever you like.”

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Not even a dragon attack could close the Treviso markets. The following day, they opened as usual, with a nervous undercurrent of chatter among the merchants. Lucanis browsed the stalls, taking the opportunity to shop while Rook slept in. Viago and Teia had already left to handle Crow matters at the casino, and he needed some time to clear his head.

Spite’s unpredictable nature gave him an aversion to sleep these days, and thanks to Rook, he wouldn’t have slept last night even if he wanted to. Lying on Viago’s couch, he stared at the ceiling, struggling to dismiss the images her words had evoked as his cock strained uncomfortably against the front of his trousers. Worse, Spite took a maddening amount of delight in Lucanis’ discomfort, and even more so at Rook’s mischievousness. It worried him - how would Spite react to Rook the next time he took control? He couldn’t risk sleeping, couldn’t risk Spite climbing into bed with her when she was inebriated, vulnerable, alone…

“MAYBE ROOK WANTS YOU IN HER BED. SPITE IS JUST HELPING.”

He shuddered and deposited a few gold coins in a merchant’s palm, wrapping up his purchase and heading back to Viago’s apartment. If he was lucky, Rook would wake with a nasty hangover and have forgotten the entire evening.

Upon his return, the house was still quiet. Lucanis deposited his groceries on the counter and lit the stove, setting a kettle of water atop it, before venturing down the hall to knock softly on Rook’s door. He cracked it open, knowing if he let her sleep any longer, she’d be furious at him for not waking her.

Through the gap, he watched her lift her head, brushing her tousled hair from her face to look over her bare shoulders at him. Her white sheets slid down, settling just below the curve of her waist, and he shifted uncomfortably in the doorway. Holding them over her breasts, she squinted at him and rolled onto her back.

“Lucanis?” She muttered, shielding her eyes from the light pouring in through her windows, “What time is it?”

He averted his gaze, preferring to stare at the sun than endure this any longer.

“Midday.”

She jerked forward. “Why did you let me sleep so late?”

“I thought you might need it.” He said, turning back to the hall, “Get dressed and come get some coffee. I’ll make breakfast.”

Lucanis moved with measured steps, his eyes glued to the floor until he reached the kitchen. He prepped Viago’s glass coffee maker, admiring the craftsmanship, and pulled out a cutting board, peeling and mincing several cloves of garlic.

Rook wandered in soon after, hair freshly brushed and clearly having capitalized on the availability of her old wardrobe. She wore a lace-necked blouse, a crow brooch pinned at the base of her throat, and a pair of loose, black trousers. Around her shoulders, she had draped a velvet purple cloak that fell just above the soles of her leather boots.

He glanced up with a raised eyebrow, then returned his focus to the tomato he was coring.

“I made coffee.” He said stiffly.

“Of course you did.” As she went to pour herself a cup, her hip brushed against his.

“SMELLS LIKE LAVENDER AND CITRUS BLOSSOM.”

He cleared his throat, picking up another tomato.

“How are you feeling?”

“Morning hangover aside?” she sat down across the counter from him and took a sip from her mug. “I appreciate you trying to relieve me of some of my guilt yesterday, but let’s keep the vintage away until after we’ve killed a few gods, hmm?”

He smiled, letting a huff of air escape from his nose. “Of course.”

“How did you sleep?”

“Fine.” He lied, dicing a bell pepper while admiring Viago’s kitchen knives. They were sharp enough to make a clean kill if they needed to. Maybe that was the point.

“Can I help?” She nodded towards the stove. Did she remember a single thing she said last night? Was she toying with him? Or too embarrassed to bring it up?

“YOU BRING IT UP!”

“The pan should be warm enough. You can oil it.”

She stood and rummaged through Viago’s cabinets, retrieving a bottle and uncapping it. “So how does Spite feel about Illario?”

“SPINELESS. WHINY-”

“About how he feels about most people.” Lucanis scraped garlic and onion into the sizzling oil, adding an assortment of spices.

“And that is…?”

He incorporated the tomatoes and a dash of cream, stirring as he tried to ignore her curious gaze over his shoulder. Taking his coffee from the counter, he sipped it slowly before responding.

“Impatient.”

“Even with me?” She batted her lashes. “Do you ever think he’ll just get fed up and-”

“Why don’t we talk about something else, mm?” Lucanis suggested, pulling out one of his market bags and retrieving a few eggs. He steered Rook aside, placing his hands on her shoulders so he could reach the stove.

“THE COUNTER. SHE’D LIKE TO BE BENT OVER-”

“Oh. Sure.” She returned to her seat. “Thanks for making me breakfast.”

“It’s not entirely unselfish. Viago has a nicer kitchen than the Lighthouse does.” He said, breaking the eggs into the stewed tomatoes.

Rook rested her chin on her hands. “True.”

“Is it nice being back?” Lucanis asked, removing the pan from the stovetop and dividing its contents across two plates. He gave her one, then took out a baguette and sliced off a few pieces for them to share.

“In some ways. When I was on Viago’s bad side, it wasn’t always so nice.”

Lucanis settled beside her, mopping at his eggs with his bread, letting the yoke bleed into the tomatoes.

“I might still be on his Viago’s bad side. Who knows?” Fiamma said and took a bite of her food. She uttered a soft moan of pleasure, and Lucanis dropped his silverware. Rook remained oblivious and continued eating.

They finished breakfast in silence, the hallmark of a well-prepared meal, and Lucanis rose, picking up her plate and mug and taking them to the washbasin. They needed to get out of here, for more reasons than one.

“I told you, Viago is used to picking up after me,” Rook said with a grin.

So she did remember last night.

“If he has a good side, I’d like to stay on it.” Lucanis said, scrubbing the dishes clean. Rook joined him near the sink, grabbing a towel and holding her hand out. He passed her a plate, and she dried it carefully.

“Are we…good?” She asked, pushing the plate aside to take the next one.

“We’re good.” Lucanis said, shaking water from his hands and wiping them on his pants. “Let’s get back to work.”

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The days that followed dragged on. Devastated by Neve’s absence, Bellara became determined to find a dragon hunter and a Veil Expert, furiously taking notes and charging ahead with renewed vigor. And find them she did. After excursions to Rivain and the Necropolis, Emmrich Volkarin, a Mortalitasi, and Taash, a Qunari with a talent for fire-breathing, joined their team. Emmrich arrived with an animated skeleton assistant, Manfred, who was quickly becoming Rook’s favorite recruit. More odd, but enjoyable personalities, to add to their collective.

“So Lucanis, you’re an Antivan Crow?” Taash asked, their feet kicked up on the dinner table as Lucanis prepared dinner.

“Yes. Like Rook.” He replied from the stove. Rook could feel his disappointment from across the room - he undoubtedly missed the accommodations of Viago’s kitchen.

“Do all Antivan Crows have demons?”

“What? No!” He spun around. “Spite was put into me by the Venatori.”

Since their arrival, their new companion had bombarded Lucanis and Rook with endless, bizarre questions about Crow customs. Varric would have relished the chance to spin his wild tales for Taash. Unfortunately, he took most of his meals in his chambers and wasn’t keen on visitors other than Rook.

“Demons typically infect mages through manipulation, but Lucanis’ situation is…rather unique.” Emmrich explained.

“Oh. That’s messed up.” Taash removed their feet from the table and leaned forward. “What’s Spite like?”

“Angry. Impulsive. Annoying.” Lucanis said, taking the soup he was making off the fire.

“If he’s so unhappy, why doesn’t he just leave?”

“It would likely kill me.”

“No offense, but why would he care?”

Lucanis hesitated.

“Because we have a deal.”

Rook’s head snapped up as she set Emmrich’s bowl down in front of him. “You made a deal with a demon? ”

Manfred let out a hiss of discontent, stomping his feet in a panic.

“Oh, Lucanis…” Emmrich lamented, shaking his head. “That was a very foolish thing to do…”

“Zara was waiting for Spite to break out of my body like a moth in a cocoon. I convinced him we wanted the same thing and promised I’d give it to him.”

“And that was that?” Asked Taash.

“Her. Dead.” Lucanis said, bringing the soup to the table and ladling it into the bowls Rook had set out. The large doors to the kitchen swung open, and Davrin entered, Assan playfully nipping at his heels. He took the furthest seat from Lucanis at the head of the table. The two hadn’t gotten on particularly well ever since Davrin found out about Spite.

“Play nice,” Rook warned in a low voice, handing the Grey Warden a goblet and filling it with port. She took a seat beside Lucanis, whose end of the table always filled up slowly, everyone wary of his demonic passenger.

As she blew on her spoonful of soup, Rook caught sight of Bellara entering with Harding and, to her astonishment, Neve. The three appeared to be mid conversation, putting her slightly on edge.

“Are they really gods, though?” Harding asked, looking up at the detective.

“They’re gods. Or the closest thing to them.”

“Neve!” Rook breathed, setting down her silverware and bracing her hands on the table. “You’re back.”

“Yeah.” she said, not sparing her so much as a glance as she took her seat next to Davrin. “I am.”

The cold shoulder stung, and Rook lowered her head, taking a measured inhale. Neve’s feelings were her own, and she had the right to be disappointed.

“A couple of new people have joined our team since you left,” Harding, seeking to ease the tension, chimed in. “This is Professor Emmrich Volkarin, he’s our fade expert. That’s his assistant beside him, Manfred. And there’s Taash, our dragon hunter.”

“Hey.” Taash said.

Emmrich gave an elegant wave. “Charmed.”

“A dragon hunter?” Neve asked Taash, “Minrathous could have used you.”

Rook stiffened as something grazed her knee beneath the table. Startled, her eyes flicked to Lucanis, who offered a tight smile and reassuringly squeezed her knee.

Mierda. This was trouble.

“So what’s going on?” Rook asked Neve, tearing her gaze from Lucanis. He withdrew his hand and glanced down awkwardly, returning to his dinner.

“Back home? What isn’t?” Neve sighed, mustering all the civility she could. “Look, you made an impossible call without enough information. I get it. It’s the corner the gods put us in. It just…might take time to shake off.”

Rook dipped her chin. “Of course.”

“You are back, though, right?” Bellara asked.

Neve lifted her wineglass and took a deep drink.

“Yeah, Bel. I’m back.”

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beifong-brainrot · 1 month ago

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I don't know how to say it like i want to, and English isn't my first language, but I feel like Opal being Toph's clear favorite is kind of interesting? Not something I would expect from Toph, whose femininity is so non-traditional and, in fact, kind of defies and denies her femininity. If I had to guess who she would prefer, I'd guess the twins, who invented a whole game and are just as athletic and tough as Toph, would be her favorite. Opal, who at the beginning of her arc is a symbol of traditional, "soft" and "submissive" femininity, is just a... surprising choice.

I adore your metas, by the way!

You're right that on surface level, Opal being Toph's favourite may seem out of the blue, but I actually think there is a very good reason for this. My friend @blackflash9 did a very good meta on this subject here, so I'll try not to parrot him too much in this, and I implore you to give his post a read, it's very good!

I think that while Toph and Opal may seem, at first glance, very different people, they both grew up with overprotective, stifling parents.

While, of course, Suyin wasn't half as bad as Lao and Poppy, she is still very insistent on keeping Opal at home, with her family. And Opal does conform to Suyin's wishes, but it is obvious that her desires lie elsewhere. While yes, Opal is "soft and submissive" when we first meet her, its very obvious that most of this demeanour is played up in order to cater to Suyin. We see that when not around Su, Opal is more relaxed and more willing to stand up for herself.

Toph was, similarly, stifled by her parents, and went along with it, despite leading a literal secret double life and becoming a 12 year old mmo fighter.

And I think that this is probably how Opal and Toph bonded, with Toph apparently telling Opal a lot of stories, and Opal longing to travel, and be free. A desire that Toph could probably empathise with and most likely encourage.

I think she'd be incredibly proud of Opal finally 'flying the coop' in B3, especially that Opal managed to do so without alienating herself from the family, something that caused Toph great distress when she ran away.

Love how similar they are here. And juicy looming in the background.

When it comes to Toph's relationship with the twins, I think it has the potential to be the opposite. I don't think Toph dislikes them, so to speak, I think she definitely is happy to some extent that they're carrying on her legacy.

But I think that the reason they don't bond with Toph as much is the same reason Lin and Toph became alienated. The twins act as extensions of Suyin, and are very clearly tightly bonded to her. Similarly, Lin atrempted to copy her mother's career path in order to get her attention.

Toph values individualism and innovation, so it shouldn't be surprising the she bonds more with kids who "don't fit the mould". The twins, while upholding Toph's legacy and having similar interests, seem to have different priorities and outlooks on life.

Which is why I don't think she has as strong of a bond with them as with Opal. Which is kinda sad because I'm sure the adore her look at how happy they were to see her.

Look at them, they're like puppies

But, hey Beifong twin angst isn't ths subject here lol.

I'm very flattered that you enjoy my metas and I appreciate the question, I love yapping about the Beifongs lol

#your english is very good btw don't worry!#toph #toph beifong #opal beifong #lin beifong #wei beifong #wing beifong #avatar #legend of korra #tlok #the legend of korra #avatar the legend of korra #atlok #lok #beifong brainrot

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