#elaleph

[thehxrkness]

@elaleph started following you

Soft humming came from Agatha as she took her time to patch up Nicky's favorite cap. Of course, she was humming their ballad, something she had fallen in love with, much like she had her son. These were the moments she yearned for, quiet ones that she truly felt comfortable in, the worry of Rio coming in the farthest recesses of her mind.

As she put the finishing touches on the patch job, she glanced up towards her son, who was only a few feet away, doing his own thing. It made her smile genuinely, seeing him just being a little boy, rather than be too sick to play.

"Alright Nicky, it's all fixed now." She spoke, holding the repaired hat up for him to come and get.

[unbeleveable]

@elaleph sent: a kiss on the neck ( pearl to farah )

Farah smiled as Pearl brushed her hair aside so she could press a kiss to the curve of her neck as they lied together in bed. "I'm trying to come up with a lesson plan, you know," she protested as she glanced at her, but in truth this was the kind of distraction that was always welcome. She didn't come to the First World to work, after all, even if sometimes it was necessary. "Give me ten more minutes before round two."

[drsncw]

@elaleph liked THIS for a starter

"I don't think.." she trailed off as she realized that the person who was approaching was not Cisco or any of the other members of Team Flash. "Can I help you?" there was of course that slight twinge of worry that always seemed to form when a stranger found themselves in the lab, but given the fact that they were still doing museum tours, sometimes the visitors ended up in the still working parts of the lab that weren't attached to team flash headquarters.

[blkhcrt]

they’re behind the cottage digging around in the garden that rio had raised. sectioned out was a small empty patch, left just for nicky to plant whatever his heart desired. crouched at @elaleph side, rio watched with rapt attention as he carefully tends to the seeds he'd just planted. sure, it’d wouldn’t be much for rio to wave a hand and grow the flowers in a matter of minutes. but then what excuse would they use to play in the dirt? not that she really needed one. being a green witch was excuse enough. “ did i do good? ” his question draws a genuine smile to rio’s lips as she stares down at his innocent gaze. “ you are a natural, mi girasol. ” the witch answers, reaching out to brush away the smudge of dirt that stained his cheek.

[doctordonovan]

©    ||      send me “ soundtrack ” and i’ll tell you the song that plays when ours muses are on screen together. | feat. @elaleph

[billyktothemax]

@elaleph asked: ‘ i was the same way when i was your age. ’ (from alice)

"Were you?" He asked. Billy's voice was an odd mixture now, the strange excitement from not being alone, from someone being like him, and the guilt and worry of his insecure worry of inexperience rustling together. "I just thought having someone there to teach you would make you... better."

[silencedrage]

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[thehxrkness]

[ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside ( lorna )

Non-Verbal Angst Prompt

When the news came that Lorna was having her baby, Agatha couldn't help but feel overjoyed, glad that the other was about to bring a new life into this world. Of course, she had to keep her distance until after the little one was born, waiting in the hospital with other family members, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the new member of the Wu-Gulliver family. Sure enough, after a few hours, she arrived, little baby Alice, happy and healthy, yet born with the same cursed scar birthmark as Lorna, which meant the other's worry for her had been understandable.

Agatha waited until most had filed out for the night, besides the other's husband, who had left to go get some things they had left at home. It gave Agatha the time she needed to be alone with Lorna, who had been in and out of consciousness thanks to some of the drugs she had elected to take to reduce the pain of it all.

As Lorna woke yet again, Agatha smiled softly, reaching a hand out to gently stroke her cheek.

"You did such a good job, my love."

[unbeleveable]

@elaleph liked for a lilia starter for nicky

Lilia had not stayed in one place for too long after her first coven had been decimated by illness (illness that she had predicted). This wasn't by choice largely, with people chasing her out of village after village, town after town for divining things that people didn't much like. The desire to find herself a home had led her out of Italy and across Europe, one way and then the other, to Britain and then across the Atlantic to the American colonies.

In America, she had found witches were just as unwelcome. She heard about the trials in Salem, Massachusetts, and decided to stay well clear of the place. Mostly, Lilia stayed to herself, but even a foreign witch had to eat, which took her to local taverns. There she made the acquaintance of a young boy by the name of Nicholas.

[drsncw]

@elaleph​ liked THIS for a starter 

“Alex!” she smiled as the other woman approached, she’d been so absorbed in what she’d been working on she hadn’t realized the time yet. She looked over and saw that it was nearing dinner time, “Oh I told you I was meeting you at 5, didn’t i?” she put down the tablet as she turned to her, “I’m so sorry, I got so absorbed in finishing this paper that I didn’t look at the time” 

[marcosernestomarsal]

Invento #10

(a Alejandro De Santis)

El Aleph, o significante de tira gráfica donde quien actúa como Tintín puede dar a conocer injusticas sociales.

[my-timing-is-digital]

@elaleph continued from [ x ]

Despite his ostensible reprimand, the android scratched the synthetic feline affectionately behind the ear, ruminating over Agnes’ issued concerns; constructing accurate interpretations relative to human rationality far exceeded his field of expertise, regardless of having co-existed with them for approximately 40 years, prior to his destruction in the Bassen Rift. Perhaps Altan’s threat was, indeed, depleted of substance, of solidity, but on the other hand, if Spot’s acute hunting propensity was propelled by a deficiency in her algorithm, Altan might take her offline until he had resolved the problem...

A soft melodic hum vibrated in his vocal processor, diverting his attention to Agnes.

‘That is difficult to determine — I have discovered that Altan has a proclivity for utilising ambiguous semantics. However, it is a conceivable probability,’ Data mused softly, glancing back down to the feline. ‘But that is the thing, Agnes, it is not; she is an artificial lifeform programmed to emulate the behavioural patterns of an authentic feline. Her algorithms can easily be... tweaked if desired.’

Frankly speaking, he did not approve of his own phrasing, but it was true, and the only way to circumvent such modifications that would deprive Spot of her feline qualities was to prevent her from obliterating, from mauling Altan’s valuable butterflies. Data liked the synthetic cat precisely as she was; she frequently initiated evocations of the Spot he had had back on the Enterprise, and who had exhibited a similar impulse to cause deliberate destruction...

Agnes’ reminder regarding the challenge, and the subsequent proposition regarding the time limit, momentarily distracted him from Spot’s irrevocable penalty should she violate Altan’s directives one more time.

‘That sounds like a reasonable time window,’ he agreed, nodding his approval. ‘Spot, you are coming with me — no more chasing after butterflies for you today,’ he added definitively.

He looked down at the cat, her pupils were dilated and fixed on a focal point that resided outside the android’s peripheral vision (another butterfly perhaps?). A small smile, barely discernible, lingered on his lips for a fraction of a second before he pressed a soft kiss to Spot’s cranium.

‘I sincerely hope our new or altered inventions will appeal more to her than Altan’s butterflies,’ Data said, his chartreuse eyes darting back up to Agnes.

[blkhcrt]

just wanna point out, @elaleph out here making rio's black heart ache with her nicky threads. rio loves that little boy. 💚💚💚

[pastburnt]

pastburnt is a mixed media multi-muse , with a collection of both canon and original queer characters ; lovingly curated by riley. this blog is both selective and mutually exclusive so please do not interact if we're not mutuals or if you're under the age of twenty - one. minors will be blocked.

please read the carrd before interacting ;

the name is riley ( or ri ), i'm over twenty - one, non-binary - i answer to all pronouns. i'm also british. i do work five ( 5 ) days a week and have a life outside of tumblr, so activity here will be low. disc*rd is the best place to reach me, so just ask if you wanna plot there. threads will be iconless.

other blogs: @wolfb1tten , @temeraerious affiliated with: @elaleph ៸ @curseburnt loudest muses right now: cruz & lucia , currently on an indefinite semi - hiatus

[firazn82]

#Repost @historylatam (@get_repost) ・・・ #HoyEnLaHistoria Hace 121 años nacía Jorge Luis Borges, genial escritor, poeta, traductor, crítico literario y ensayista argentino. ⠀ El 24 de agosto de 1899 nacía en Buenos Aires, Argentina, Jorge Francisco Isidoro Luis Borges, una de las plumas más brillantes de la literatura castellana. Su fama internacional comenzó a partir de la década de 1960, cuando recibió el primer Premio Internacional de Editores, el Premio Formentor. ⠀ Su obra fue traducida y publicada ampliamente tanto en Estados Unidos como en Europa y a decenas de idiomas en el resto del mundo. Sus libros más famosos son Ficciones (1944) y El Aleph (1949), colecciones de cuentos interconectados por sueños, laberintos, bibliotecas, escritores ficticios, religión, y dios. ⠀ Sus obras han contribuido de manera significativa a la literatura fantástica. Los estudiosos sostienen que la ceguera progresiva de Borges ayudó a crear nuevos símbolos literarios. ⠀ Los poemas de su último período dialogan con personalidades de la cultura como Spinoza y Virgilio. Borges murió el 14 de junio de 1986 en Ginebra, Suiza. #Borges #JorgeLuisBorges #Escritura #Literatura #Argentina #Ficciones #ElAleph #Historia https://www.instagram.com/p/CESAs8ul2eVWQKkizdaMWMs9SsbTMw0gGPofmg0/?igshid=ic39ch62knyt

[thehxrkness]

“We really shouldn’t . . .” ( from lorna )

Second Thoughts and Cold Feet Prompt

When Agatha and Lorna had met, Lorna was newly pregnant and had been looking for the Ballad to try and see if she could save her child from the curse running through her family line. Normally, Agatha would have just taken the power of the other and been done with it, but the moment she learned what the woman wanted the ballad for...she couldn't do it. So instead she offered to help her rewrite the ballad to weave in a protection spell, after learning just who the other was and how famous she was.

As time passed, the two drew closer, and as Lorna drew closer to the time of her baby to be born, Agatha realized that what had started as a friendship had started to become more. Rio had been her last serious relationship prior to this, and this feeling scared her. Yet...knowing the other was running on a timer, meant she had to try. It began with subtle flirting, which led to more charged moments when alone together, eventually landing them here, the two of them staring at each other, lips hovering inches away.

"We really shouldn't."

Lorna wasn't wrong. She had a loving husband, a successful career, and a baby on the way. Why would she throw it all away? And yet...she knew the other could feel the undeniable electricity between them.

"Tell me if this changes your mind." Agatha whispered in response, before closing the gap, pressing a soft kiss to the woman's lips.