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onealternativeaccount · 3 years ago

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My Morticia trio

U-134: Wallflower Morticia (center)

One of the more run-of-the-mill, vanilla Morticias, similar to C-137′s Morty

Most Morticias are more social and confident than most Mortys, but U-134 is an exception, because of her poor eyesight, which requires prescription glasses and has kept her socially isolated

A Rick invisibly visiting her at a young age might have been responsible for her vision problems in the first place, as part of some experiment

Prior to her grandfather's "return" around the time she started high school, she was living a very mundane, quiet, and lonely life

In adventures she plays a passive, timid role, except when pushed to her limit - something that’s happened to her more and more over time

Lives in Summer’s shadow, envying and not envying her at the same time; everyone but Rick seems to give Summer more attention than her

She never really got over the trauma of finding out from Mr. Goldenfold’s dreams that he’s attracted to her

She only abandoned an Earth once, for the squirrels, and was allowed to remember it because it was her first time abandoning an Earth; it was a much longer squirrel-based adventure than we see in the snippet in Morty’s Mind Blowers, a whole episode’s worth, and was no less traumatizing than Rick Potion #9; she’s afraid of squirrels now

She had a fangirl crush on Vance Maximus, Renegade Starsoldier, and took it very personally when Rick killed him

She and Rick didn’t go to the Citadel much, but they were there on an adventure when it was destroyed (split up for separate A and B plots, Rick investigating Ricks, and Morticia investigating Morticias and Mortys), and she got isekaid to me along with U-114 and I-707

U-114: True Love Morticia (right)

A Morticia obsessed with romance, soulmates, and purity, always waiting for The One and always sure that he'll arrive any day now like in a Disney movie

Serene and faithful in her principles, it’s hard to shake her sense of peace

She imprinted on family stories about her parents’ early shotgun wedding, and sees it as beautiful and aspirational

A mostly normal Morticia before Rick showed up, but she chose to play up her idealistic side to contrast herself with Rick

Rick did not take kindly to this, and made several attempts to break her spirit (including showing her across dimensions how bad her parents are for each other, taking her to Gazorpazorp for a much longer adventure than C-137 went on, and taking her to Mormon Lizard Heaven, a dystopian marriage-focused afterlife), all of which backfired

One of these attempts was similar to Rick Potion #9, and similarly concluded with abandoning the Earth; she didn’t show much of an emotional response to this, so later when she abandoned her second Earth over the squirrels, she was also allowed to remember that, which also left concerningly little impact on her

She frequently wondered if the subject of her latest adventure was her one true love; close calls included Gazorpazorp bin Laden, Jaguar, and Fart

The final straw came when she started shipping Rick with Unity and decided to do a Parent Trap thing to set them back up with each other

Unity went yandere and started taking over the Earth, Rick abandoned the Earth and U-114 Morticia, and the Citadel abducted her as an abandoned Morticia (it’s free real estate!)

She lived in the Citadel for some time after, and became a moderately wealthy power player as assorted Mortys and a few Ricks attempted to court her; she politely turned down each

She had her own penthouse suite where she grew into an introverted shut-in, playing with a Story Train all day and fantasizing about the perfect domestic life she knew she was made for

A laughingstock for most of the Citadel’s Ricks

I-707: Bunny Ears Guard Morticia (left)

A more divergent Morticia from the more central Mortys we’re familiar with

Rick entered her life much earlier, when she was seven, and they hit it off as a team immediately

She visited and cleaned out Froopyland with her mom and Rick, and once it was deemed imaginary enough again, her mom gave that world to her as a gift

She correctly deduced that it was really Rick leaning on her mom to give it to her

She once saved her dad’s job by lying in front of Congress about an ad campaign that “unknowingly” incorporated hypnosis spirals known to cause seizures

She knew Krombopulos Michael as a close family friend; had reservations about his line of work but still liked him and his family, who frequently had dinner with the Smiths

When she was nine she butt-dialed Krombopulos Michael and accidentally had him kill her friend Jessica, who needed to be replaced with a clone; that was her Look On Down From The Bridge moment

After about five years of adventuring, when she was twelve, “her” Rick died in a tragic everyday Plumbus accident

To escape from her grief, she abandoned her family and moved into the Citadel, before the funeral was even over

This was the first time she’d abandoned an Earth, and she did it by herself, without Rick ever having directly told her to

She’s been putting in her best effort to rise through the ranks in the Citadel and impress people ever since

She overcompensates with a bubbly, manic, detached personality, inspired by Rick but as seen through rose-tinted glasses, so with less of a nasty edge

She’s an instant natural leader for most Mortys and Morticias she works with, and quickly charms most Ricks as well

She was kind of interested in selfcest but got scared off of getting too serious with it when she met Eraserhead Baby Morty, the offspring of a Morty/Morticia couple; she likes boys more than girls but she’s more interested in Morticias than Mortys

She might actually have been attracted to Rick but was more than uncomfortable enough with this to balance it out and repress it

She voted against President Morty but she acted like she voted for him once he won, because she’s a bit of a power-chasing sycophant

“another day working at the discharge cannon spire. everyone keeps asking me if they can fuck the discharge cannon. buddy, they won’t even let me fuck it”

Her dimension number is “LOLI” upside down

#my Morticias #not my art #I remixed it #don't bother the original artist please I don't have permission or anything #and actually this is forbidden to begin with

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pjo-whore · 3 years ago

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Percy Jackson At Hogwarts

Chapter 1: Wizards Are What Now?

Look, Percy never wanted to be half-blood.

Being a half-blood – the child of a mortal human and a god – was dangerous. It was scary. Most of the time, on top of having neglectful parents and a dysfunctional and incestuous family that wanted you dead for petty reasons, it got you killed in other painful, nasty ways.

There wasn’t a day that went by where Percy didn’t feel envious of the kids who didn’t have to deal with the mythological world.

Percy Jackson was seventeen years old. Until a month ago, he was fighting a war against a Greek primoradial, the Earth Mother incarnate, Gaea – also known as his great grandmother. Before that, he fought in a war against his grandfather, Kronos, Greek Titan of Time, who wanted to overthrow the Olympian gods and take over the world and the Empire State Building. Somewhere in between he also found time to spend a month in literal Greek hell, Tartarus, who also happened to be his great grandfather, and who also tried to murder him on sight.

Was Percy a troubled kid?

Yeah. You could say that.

And right now, he was still trying to clean up the mess from the Second Giant War.

Now that there wasn’t a war looming overhead, the gods’ recent exploits were coming to light, and new demigods were popping up everywhere, everyday. The number of demigods skyrocketed now that they were actively searching and not waiting for them to stumble into Camp on their own.

But that also meant there were new kids to train, more demigods for the gods to claim, and less time to recoup from the recent war.

Less than a month had passed since Gaea’s defeat.

The days were filled with helping each other get back on their feet, rebuilding the camps, and trying to keep the fragile peace in order.

There was still a lot to sort out, and the gods weren’t as hands-on as most would like. There was conflict building up. News spread about how the gods helped the seven demigods of the prophecy fight the giants, because a giant couldn’t be killed by a mortal alone, and this made many jealous and angry. The gods could pop in for a single battle when it was their own ass on the line, but not when a group of their own literal kids needed to rebuild their home that was dedicated to the gods?

Besides Chiron and Dionysus, the only god to physically stay at Camp Half-Blood following the battle against Gaea due to his punishment from Zeus, there were no other adults. The oldest demigods were barely twenty. Despite age, most, if not all, the demigods looked to the prophecy demigods for guidance and leadership.

Annabeth, Jason, Percy, Piper, and Nico.

The brunt of the responsibility fell on the daughter of Athena, and the son of Poseidon. They led their Camp through the Second Titan War, and now they were survivors of another war.

Things weren’t easy for a long time.

The Camp was completely ravaged.

During Gaea’s seize of the Greek demigod Camp, the cabins were burned by the monsters and toppled by Gaea’s massive earthquakes. Not even the Big House – the staple of Camp Half-Blood, the oldest building on the lot – survived the attack.

Camp Jupiter didn’t fare any better, but their buildings had been more structurally sound, thicker and built of material that didn’t burn and crumble. Enough buildings were still standing well enough to inhabit.

Everything had to be rebuilt for Camp Half-Blood.

Nobody could be sent home – to their mortal homes, with mortal parents, and a mortal life, mortal being the slang for “normal” among the mythological world – despite the new lack of residency at Camp Half-Blood. Kids needed to heal. There were nightmares and PTSD. Trauma and concussions. People to be counted, bodies missing, some so mauled they were impossible to identify. Several bodies were unearthed from the ground, sucked in by Gaea’s attack and suffocated beneath the dirt.

Shrouds were made for those who could be identified, the unknown buried in unmarked graves to be remembered. Those who were missing were given honorary shrouds, unknowing if they were in one of the unmarked graves. The Romans were unable to do their traditional funeral rituals, transporting the bodies all the way to Camp Jupiter, and were burned in shrouds alongside the Greeks.

Mortal parents simply couldn’t help.

They couldn’t fathom their children being in a war.

There were fears that demigods would be taken away from Camp Half-Blood by their mortal parents, horrified at what their kids were put through. Chiron especially worried about demigods who would be kept from Camp by parents, forcing them to live alone without any mythological world support, to defend against monsters on their own, without any magic or special weapons.

So, among the remaining able-bodied demigods, Greeks alongside Romans worked together to erect the new Big House. Tents from the Romans’ siege on Camp Half-Blood were gifted to the Greeks to provide residency until the new cabins were built, while the Romans started to march back home.

During all the chaos, Percy didn’t have any time to sit down and process all that happened.

The whole Camp looked up to him as a leader, but Percy didn’t feel very strong or wise.

He only felt bitter.

There were some who walked by and whispered “lucky” and “prophecy.”

Some who stopped talking as soon as he walked into the room.

Those who acted like he wasn’t even human, just some untouchable hero; but they ostracized him.

Percy was aware that he was one of the so-called “lucky” campers; lucky being compared, because at least he walked away with all his limbs intact.

It didn’t feel like he was lucky.

He wasn’t unscathed. He bore many scars, visible and not. His time in Tartarus was an impossible nightmare on bad nights, and a shadow on good days.

Percy was learning that he had triggers.

He was learning Annabeth did, too.

Neither liked using elevators.

Annabeth’s expression went tight when Percy used his powers around her. She turned away, sometimes completely leaving the area.

She got antsy in the dark, a childhood fear resurfaced.

There were other little things; at night when she had nightmares she would toss and turn in bed, sweating through her clothes and sheets, despite the breeze being cold. Sometimes Annabeth would completely avoid Percy, acting snappish, always coming back and apologizing in the end, and they would hold each other like they were hanging over the chasm again.

Annabeth refused to talk about what she saw in her nightmares, and Percy never pushed. He was one of the only people who could understand what she was going through.

Sometimes all they could do was sit and try to drown out the memories of The Pit.

Percy’s triggers were different.

He developed a deep-seated hatred for empousai. The moment he saw one, his body started to shake with adrenaline and nerves, fire flashing before his eyes.

Percy could no longer look at the stars without feeling a deep loss, tears pricking at his eyes.

He prayed to his father, Poseidon, more often, as if trying to re-establish his connection to the sea, to re-establish his connection to the Overworld, as if that could cleanse him of what happened in The Pit. As if he could wash away the touch of The Pit.

Percy’s nightmares were always blurry and violent. He wouldn’t snap awake like others. He didn’t startle or jerk upright. He didn’t make a single noise. He would wake silently, and lay there in bed, eyes open and unseeing, that shattered glass feeling he always dreaded at the bottom of his stomach. After he could never go back to sleep, and he would get up and sit on the tile in his cabin for hours and look in the mirror and wait for the image to change. He would wait for it to reflect what he feared, though it never did.

“Okay, so, how big is the situation? Is it like, ‘Aphrodite lost her hairbrush again’ big? Or is it ‘Gaea has risen again’ big?”

Annabeth frowned. “I don’t know. All Chiron said was that a god needed our help – and I don’t know about you, but I don’t like the sound of that.” She chewed her bottom lip in thought as they headed toward the Big House. They had been asked to attend a private meeting with Chiron, outside of the camp counselor meeting. “He sounded serious, too. Whichever god it is must be an asshole to seek help so soon after the war.”

She wasn’t wrong, Percy thought.

Jason was appointed Pontifex Maximus in Camp Jupiter, and as such he was responsible of advising the praetors, ruling over the Camp Jupiter counsel, and overseeing the work and prayers to the minor gods. His promise to Kymopoleia to bring worship and awareness for all minor gods became his fulltime job, and it was ruled that most gods must go through Jason to request help from either demigod camp.

A god asking for help directly after a full-scale war? Using Chiron as their connection? It was a hit below the belt, and it made Percy frustrated.

A few demigods raised their heads in greeting as Percy and Annabeth passed by the arts and crafts center. Conner and Travis Stoll, who were trying to build bombs with bits and pieces from the forge, took one look at Percy, then at Annabeth, and wiggled their brows suggestively. Percy unsubtly stuck them the bird, and they started to laugh their assess off.

The Big House was smaller now, after being rebuilt.

What could be scavenged from the attic was saved, but most of it was lost. Magical artifacts and ancient texts were burned and crushed. Now the Big House served mostly as the infirmary, aside from the drop-by medicinal tent near the Apollo cabin, where more medical supplies were. The Apollo and Hephaestus cabins had been the first to be rebuilt because they gave needed services.

Aside from the infirmary, the Big House had a commons area for meetings, and housed a kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom.

Checking in the commons area, Chiron was in his wheelchair. Nico was sitting at the beloved ping pong table, which had somehow survived the siege on Camp, and Thalia was sitting backwards on a chair by the new counselor table, which no one ever used.

Percy sat next to Nico and twirled the ping pong paddle between his hands, Annabeth taking her usual seat during counsel meetings.

Chiron looked tense.

“Now, I know that only a month has passed since the end of the Second Giant War, but –”

The air practically sparked with the collective tension that built.

“– a new quest has been issued.”

Annabeth leaned forward in her seat, interested. “Chiron, you can’t have an official quest without a prophecy. And the last time I checked; the Oracle of Delphi wasn’t working right now.”

“Well, it’s a good thing this isn’t a quest from the Greek pantheon, then.”

Percy cocked a brow and shared a look with Annabeth.

“The Roman pantheon doesn’t have an oracle, and their last augur exploded himself, so –”

“It’s a friend of Lady Hecate, the Triple Goddess.”

Dead silence.

“The Triple Goddess?” Percy parroted. “I don’t follow.”

“The Triple Goddess is of the Old Religion, once practiced in Europe hundreds of years ago by the druids and magic users in general. It belonged to Albion, a land of five kingdoms, before it split into the United Kingdom and Ireland.”

“What does that have to do with us?” Nico said.

“All those years ago, in the middle ages, after the golden age of the Greek pantheon, the Old Religion became very popular in Albion. Magic was something that anyone could practice even if they weren’t born with the innate talent, with the proper training. Through the ages, though, the religion declined, and the New Religion rose and became the staple. While the Old Religion relied on the magic of the land, sea, and sky; the New Religion relied on your inner magical core, and so not everyone could do this new magic.”

Chiron shifted in his wheelchair and pulled out a small stack of photos, but when he tossed them onto the ping pong table, the demigods saw that they held moving pictures.

In one photo, it showed a person standing over a boiling cauldron, on the wooden table beside them, old parchment with a quill that moved by itself, writing on the paper. The picture moved slightly, the character stirring the cauldron. Then the animated picture reset and repeated.

In another photo, two persons stood facing each other, holding purposefully shaped wooden sticks, pointing them at each other. Bright lights exploded from the tips of the sticks, and their robes and hair swayed with strong winds.

In the last photo, a person was wearing a uniform of sorts, with a helmet and pads on their knees and elbows. They held an old broomstick between their knees, and metal hinges held on the back close to the bristles, like a hitch for the feet. In the picture, the person grabbed onto the end of the broomstick and shot into the air, like magic. It gave image to the stereotype of witches flying on brooms in the night.

“The Old Religion died out because the land lost its magic. Only select spots held magical creatures and natural magic. Magic was only preserved through the New Religion, and those who practiced the New Religion became witches and wizards. The lot of them went into hiding and created their own society – the wizarding world.”

“In today’s day and age, magic is passed down through genetics. And sometimes, those with magic cores can be born to those with no magic at all. The population of magic users stays stable, and there is balance in the world of magic …” Chiron winced. “Mostly.”

“But these people have lost contact with the Triple Goddess. They no longer worship or prayer to her. They rely solely on their own magic, not what comes naturally from the land, like in the Old Religion. And recently, war has passed for them. The Second Wizarding War ended four months ago. And this has severely depleted their resources and magic. There is a school for the magic users, used as the stronghold during the war, and now the wizarding world’s hero is returning to finish his studies.”

“His moniker is ‘The Boy Who Lived,’ and he’s called Harry Potter. But he was only a child – is only a child. He and his peers are children who have been used to fight a war that they shouldn’t have had to fight.” Chiron looked very grim.

Percy bitterly sank back in his seat.

“We were kids, too.”

Chiron sighed. “This war has thrown the balance of magic out of whack. The natural magic has been depleted for too long, and there are those who are actively tipping the balance to sabotage the magic for their own gain. It’s suspected that the dark forces from the war – Death Eaters – are still operating in the shadows. It is because of this that the Triple Goddess has called upon you as heroes to help restore the wizarding world and save magic.”

“You would only be obligated to attend the school of Hogwarts until you uncovered the source of oppression over magic, so the Death Eaters can be caught and restrained. If you choose to accept, of course.”

Percy eyed him sharply. “You say that as if we have a choice.”

Chiron pursed his lips. “Despite what you think, yes, you do.”

“But this is from a whole other pantheon,” Nico said. “A group of magical people who don’t even believe in the goddess who brought about their magic. Why do we have to fix this?”

More silence.

Chiron looked down on them unapologetically.

Percy shifted uncomfortably, looking over at Annabeth. Chiron seriously expected them to just up and leave Camp for this quest. Barely a month had passed since their own war, and they were getting by as they were. Percy didn’t believe Camp Half-Blood could afford to lose any support or cabin counselors, even for a short period of time.

“So, let me get this straight,” Percy said. “Basically – if I just ignore the little prologue, you gave there – you want us to go to this magical school, on orders of a goddess that’s almost faded, stalk a kid, and watch out for people who like to try to rob the world of magic – magic, which they use themselves.”

Chiron looked pained. “No, I don’t believe they’re purposefully robbing the world of magic.”

“Oh, well that clears everything up.” Percy threw his hands in the air.

“Regardless, you understand what’s being asked. This is a quest, technically coming from Hecate, as a favour for the Triple Goddess. It’s valid as a hero’s quest. It was decided it would be best that you go undercover as transfer students and secretly watch over Harry Potter, the target for most Death Eaters. Your goal is to prevent trouble before it gets serious, though I doubt that will be hard, as trouble always manages to find you –”

“Wait, hold on,” Percy said, still hung-up on the quest. “How are we supposed to fit in at a school for the magically gifted? None of us are wizards.”

“Oh, that is something that can easily be fixed,” Chiron said, dismissing the problem.

“Excuse me?!” Thalia said.

“Hecate considered this quest from the Triple Goddess for a long time before coming to me.”

Percy rolled his eyes. Out of everyone in the room, he had the least faith in the gods. They never gave him anything to have faith in.

Annabeth narrowed her eyes at the camp director. “And how exactly does Hecate plan on ‘fixing’ the problem? I don’t see any obvious solutions. We’re demigods, not wizards.”

Chiron shifted awkwardly. “She has not shared that with me. I have only gotten the request that you undertake this quest for the Old Religion, and that she will visit to prepare you.”

Percy felt like grinding his teeth. “Oh, so she just expected us to accept the quest. She never considered us refusing? Why can’t the wizards fix their own problem?” Chiron said nothing. “Camp is still in shambles – we don’t even have all the cabins rebuilt yet! We can’t leave, not now. There’s still too much work to do here, and too many new demigods to watch over and protect. And have you even considered that maybe we don’t want to go on this quest? That maybe we want a break? My entire childhood was prophecy after prophecy, quest after quest, serving the gods. We’re under no obligation to do this. You can tell Hecate that she can stick her magic wands up –”

He didn’t get the chance to finish because Annabeth had already taken a ping pong paddle and smashed a ping pong ball in his direction, the mutual action used to keep order in camp counselor meetings.

“BALL!” Annabeth yelled, slamming her paddle across the table.

Percy scowled and took his seat again.

“Now, Percy,” she said sweetly, leaning over the table. “Where did you say Hecate could put those wands?”

“Nowhere,” he muttered.

Annabeth acquiesced and put the paddle down.

“Where is this school anyway?” Nico asked. He frowned. “And Hogwarts? What kind of name is that?”

“It resides in Scotland, its exact location unknown and hidden by powerful magic. Outside of the school, which is an ancient and famous monument for the wizarding world, there are other magical establishments. One place you will be required to visit is Diagon Alley, a wizarding market. That’s where you’ll collect your resources for going undercover at school.”

“Again, you’re saying all this like we’ve agreed to go,” Percy mumbled.

He was ignored. Thalia raised her hand, her features etched with confusion. “Okay, I hate to be the one to say it – but how are we supposed to blend in with wizards and witches? We can’t use magic, and we know nothing about their world.”

Chiron admitted he didn’t know how Hecate would find ways around the problems. “She has informed me that, only once the quest is accepted, will she come and discuss the details. In fact, she should be arriving any moment –”

What happened next could not have been anymore dramatic.

There was a blinding flash of light – the glow filling the entire room – and it forced the demigods to cover their eyes lest they go blind from laying eyes upon a god’s true form.

All eyes landed on the goddess, technically titaness.

Hecate appeared as a tall, thin woman. Her dark brown hair was tied up in a kekryphalos, the shining coil twisting and adorned with intricate gems and metals. Loose strands of hair framed her sickly pale face, which held sharp chartreuse yellow eyes. She wore a dark chiton robe that draped over her thin figure, and it seemed to ripple like a heat hallucination, like ink spilling off to the ground.

At her feet, she was accompanied by a black Labrador retriever and a polecat.

The demigods all stood as one and politely bowed, as was common for all gods. Percy glared up through his bow as he followed reluctantly.

“Rise, my young heroes.” The goddess’ voice was smooth and rich. She sounded monotone. “You have done more than enough to prove your worth to me, and for that, I know that I can trust you. I have called you four here on special request from the Triple Goddess, who has observed your acts of heroics. She believes you can save the wizarding world, her beloved kin, and magics.”

“You will use the ways of the Old Religion to learn magics and go undercover. As demigods, you already have magical cores. They just need to be trained; refined.”

Percy scowled.

“And will the oh-so-gracious Triple Goddess be visiting us herself?”

Annabeth shot him a scathing look.

“Percy!” She hissed.

Hecate eyed Percy again, as if reappraising him. “No,” she said, after a tense silence. “You will be sent to get your wands from one who still practices the Old Religion and can pair you with an appropriate wand. Your cover stories are fabricated and with the wandmaker. The Triple Goddess does not appear without dire need.”

“Her entire world being in trouble seems pretty dire to me,” Percy muttered under his breath.

Annabeth elbowed him harshly.

Hecate narrowed her eyes.

“This,” she said, pulling a laminated piece of paper out of thin air, “is called a portkey. It is an enchanted item; when touched by the intended people, or random persons, it can magically teleport you to a predetermined location.”

She held it out to demigods.

On it, in fancy letters, it read: Littletree Farms, Dorchester, Boston, Massachusetts.

“Touch this, all at once, and you will have accepted the quest.”

Chiron gave them an encouraging nod. The demigods all shared exchanged looks.

“Our responsibilities …” Thalia started, subconsciously reaching up to grab at her lieutenant circlet, from the Hunters of Artemis.

“Will be forgiven for the time while on quest,” Hecate assured. “The Triple Goddess does not ask favours lightly. This has the potential to spill into the real world; to affect our pantheon. The Old Religion is younger than the Greek pantheon, but its reach goes far and wide. The Triple Goddess is powerful; no harm will befall your precious little Camp while you are away.”

Nico hesitated, but was the first to reach for the paper. “If this is really that important … why ask for us specifically? A larger group, organized and planned, could do better.”

“The Triple Goddess has observed you, and believes you are the right heroes to help save magic.”

“But right now? This instant? Can’t we have time?”

“You will come back to your little Camp before you leave for Europe.”

Annabeth pursed her lips, then also reached for it. “Okay.”

Percy looked at her, askance. “Okay? Just like that?”

Annabeth shrugged. “A quest is a quest, and someone needs help. We are in peace right now and have no threats. I don’t see why not.”

“Fine,” Percy said, tone short. He looked over at the laminated paper. “So, this will take us where? What’s in Boston that could be so magical?”

“A wand wood farm,” Hecate said, smiling thinly. “And your quest starts now.”

Percy’s eyes snapped to the paper, where Hecate had pushed it into their collective hands unwillingly. Then the world began to spin, and there was a sharp tug in his gut, yanking him out of time and space.

#pjo #hp #percy jackson #harry potter #pjo x hp #crossover #percy #annabeth #nico #thalia #part 1 #magic percy

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chara-jame · 3 years ago

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Valentines: Inncorrect OC Quotes

Maximus: Most couples do something special for valentines day, I feel they are wrong for this.

Also Maximus: You show you're love and affection threw romantic gifts and gestures and dinners everyday, why just one specific day to say you love your significant other(s)? That's called fake love and I'm not having it!

Eric:

Eric: I don't know if I should be happy I am stuff with you or push you out my window for waking me up at three AM by throwing rocks at ny window.

Maximus: I came for cuddles.

Eric: Understandable, come on.

#incorrect quotes #ocs #original character #original content #gay idiots #idiots (affectionate)#valentines #v day #gay rights

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eugeneismyqueen · 5 years ago

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Rapunzel’s First Christmas

Rapunzel had never had a proper Christmas before. Living in the tower away from civilization hadn’t allowed her many possibilities to celebrate. Mother Gothel had never been big on affection or presents but she had allowed Rapunzel to decorate a small tree every year. However, Rapunzel had read about many grand Christmases in faraway places, where stockings were hung, presents were tied with pretty bows for loved ones, and the smells of baking gingerbread filled the air. This was her first Christmas in Corona, her first one with Eugene. And he intended to make it the most special Christmas she could ever dream of.

“Good morning and merry Christmas Eve, Blondie.” Eugene strolled into the princess’s room, setting down a tray of hot cocoa for two and pulled open her curtains. She sat up in bed, wiping a trail of drool from her chin and rubbing her eyes.

She yawned, “Eugene.” There was a smile on her face as she watched him parade around her room, still in his own bed clothes. He knew she liked seeing him relaxed like this, not trying to rush into the day but enjoying the moments as they came.

“Hot cocoa in bed, your highness?” Eugene carried the tray of cocoa to Rapunzel’s bed, sitting down in front of her and putting the tray between them. He leaned against her bedpost, sipping from his mug, watching her savor her first sips of hot cocoa.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever, Eugene.”

“Oh come on, Blondie, the day’s still a bit early to be saying that.” He winked at her and she giggled.

“I know, but I’m sure my day is already booked with princess duties.”

“Actually, your parents declared today a snow day.”

Rapunzel’s eyes widened. “A snow day?”

“Mhmm, which means you are officially mine today.” His eyes twinkled with that flirty look that made her insides flip flop. Rapunzel set her mug down on the tray and jumped into Eugene’s arms.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you made it snow just to have a date day with me,” she laughed, nuzzling her nose against his neck.

He wrapped his arms around her, setting his own mug of hot cocoa down to pull her closer to him. He pressed his lips against her forehead and brushed a hand through her short, brown hair. Winter morning cuddles with his Rapunzel was the best thing he had ever experienced in life and he had the smallest hope that he could just hold her in his arms in this bed with their hot cocoa for the whole day instead of everything else he had planned.

“I’ve never been in snow before,” she whispered against him. “What does it feel like?”

“To be honest, I’ve never really liked snow. At the orphanage and out on my own, snow just always meant cold. When I was a kid, I guess I played in it. It used to be fun, especially for Lance and I. We built snowmen and had snowball fights, and for a few moments, none of us were poor, sad orphans. We were just kids having fun. I don’t really remember that feeling when it comes to snow anymore.” His eyes glazed over, some dark part of his past haunting him still.

“Hey,” Rapunzel took his face into her hands. “We can make it fun. Will you experience snow with me, Eugene?”

“For you? I’d do anything, Rapunzel.”

Eugene watched Rapunzel pause at the top of the palace steps, eyes glazed over in wonder and amazement at the blankets of snow covering the whole front lawn of the palace. The stairs had been cleared and the pair of them were dressed in warm furs to keep the cold out. They were ready for the perfect snow day. Eugene stepped towards Rapunzel, recognizing her stillness as worry that the snow won’t be everything she dreamed of.

“Hey,” he whispered in her ear, lacing her hand in his. “Shall we?”

She grinned at him and tugged Eugene down the steps, before jumping into the snow. The bright sun glittered off the snow and Rapunzel looked bright, and clear, and happy. He threw snowballs at her, built a snowman with her, they went sledding, and made snow angels. Eugene felt like a kid again, and finally the snow wasn’t something he hated anymore. It was something he found beauty in, at the help of Rapunzel.

When the sun began to set, Eugene pulled Rapunzel close and whispered in her ear that he had one more surprise for her.

“Eugene!” Rapunzel gasped at the sight of Maximus pulling a sleigh behind him. She got on her tiptoes and kissed Eugene’s cheek. He offered her his hand and she climbed into the sleigh. He followed her and tucked a blanket around them, wrapping an arm around her and holding her cold hands in his free hand. Maximus took off through Corona and the pair watched with amazement as the storefronts came to life with light and Christmas spirit. Feldspar’s shop was decorated with miniature shoes of varying types and styles. Uncle Monty’s sweet shoppe looked like a gingerbread house, complete with peppermints in the windows and a wreath made from licorice. Rapunzel laughed at all the beautiful Christmas decorations, feeling so much joy in her heart to finally see what a proper Christmas feels like.

Maximus led the sleigh into the forest as it began to lightly snow again. Rapunzel leaned into Eugene, laying her head on his shoulder and sighing happily. “This has been the best day ever.”

“Everyday is the best day with you, Rapunzel.”

She lifted her head to meet Eugene’s eyes. He leaned in for a kiss, concealing a small jewelry box in his hand. He opened it in front of her while they kissed and held it out for her. She pulled away to look at the purple and gold sun emblem of Corona connected to a delicate gold chain.

“It’s beautiful,” she breathed.

He fastened it around her neck. “Merry Christmas, Sunshine.”

“Merry Christmas, Eugene. You’ll get your gift back at the castle.”

“Oh you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I just can’t help spoiling you, Eugene,” Rapunzel grinned, a twinkle in her eye, running her fingers over the delicate pendant at her throat.

When they returned to the castle, Rapunzel led Eugene to her room and pulled out a thick package she had carefully wrapped in white paper and tied with a bow. She handed him the package and sat on her bed, patting beside her for him to join. He carefully undid the bow and tore the paper and found a big book inside the wrapping.

“It’s The Tales of Flynnigan Rider,” Eugene said, beginning to flip through the book. “Wait. Rapunzel. Are these your drawings?”

“Yep! I thought I’d illustrate some of the stories. And, here, this one’s my favorite Flynn Rider story.” Rapunzel flipped the pages towards the end of the book. This was a new story, one he wasn’t familiar with reading, but one he knew very well all the same.

“You wrote our story, Blondie.”

“And illustrated!” Rapunzel laughed, loving the look on Eugene’s face as he looked at their story, how they met and fell in love within the pages of this book, mixing with all the Flynnigan Rider stories he’d read as a boy.

“This is the best gift anyone has ever given me, Rapunzel. You are the best gift. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Eugene. You’re my best gift, too.”

Eugene set his book down and pulled Rapunzel into his arms, holding her close and brushing her lips with his.

“This really is the best Christmas ever,” he sighed before kissing her again.

Rapunzel and Eugene enjoyed the rest of their cozy Christmas Eve by the fire with more hot cocoa as snow fell down outside, love in their hearts for each other and for the joys of Christmas.

#my fanfiction #eugene is my queen #tales from corona #oneshot #tangled oneshot #tangled fanfiction #rapunzel x eugene #rapunzel #tangled rapunzel #Eugene Fitzherbert #kingdom of corona #new dream

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multifandomaddictedfangirl · 5 years ago

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Tangled

You know what? I just rewatched Tangled and it reminded me of why I loved it so much when I was little. It’s so old btw, I didn’t realise how old it was but it went out in 2009 (I was 13, you guys). Anyway, when it went out, I remember watching it over and over again (like 20ish times in a row) because I loved it so much and here’s why I still love it today:

Hilarious humor ~ I was genuinely laughing out loud during the movie, so many good jokes (Flynn’s nose, I’ve Got A Dream, Maximus and Flynn’s interaction, The Pan, The Please Don’t Panic While Seeing My Magic Hair Working... XDXD), so many funny moments, this movie filled my heart with laugh and joy

Beautiful graphism ~ I’m a huge fan of the colors in Tangled, it’s truly a piece of art, I never get tired of watching it because it’s just so very beautiful

Mother Gothel ~ One of my favorite vilains, in the top 5 I’d say. I love how twisted her reality is, because in her mind: the magic flower belonged to her because she discovered it first, and by cutting it to heal the Queen, they stole it from her. So that’s why she keeps saying and thinking that it’s the world which is selfish and cruel for taking this sacred gift from her (and she doesn’t see how it’s selfish of her to keep Rapunzel for herself because, in her mind, this power belonged to her only, she owned it). She wants that power more than anything, because she thinks it’s her right to take it back. And she’s ready to do anything for it. She doesn’t see that her actions (kidnapping Rapunzel, lying to her, keeping her from the rest of the world) are even more selfish than the actions of the King in the beginning of the movie.

Rapunzel ~ I can relate so much to Rapunzel. She’s been raised by an overprotective mother, without any real father figure. She’s been kept from the world her entire childhood, with the interdiction of ever leaving her house (all of that justified by the need to “protect” her). She’s been told she was fragile and weak, that she could never handle herself in the real world. Her mother used fear to keep her from doing the things she wanted. But that doesn’t keep her from dreaming. Cause she’s got bored of that everyday life she’s been living forever. She wants a new adventure. And on her 18th birthday, she says “no more” and finally takes the courage to ask her mom to go see the lanterns.

The talk between Rapunzel and Gothel ~ This scene is actually one of my favorite in the movie. When Rapunzel has “captured” Flynn and tries to tell her mom she’s not as fragile as she might have thought. And of course, Gothel doesn’t listen, gets angry, yells at her, etc. And you can see the exact moment where Rapunzel realises there’s no point of discussing with her mom. You can see the point where she understands that no matter how many good arguments she can bring to the table, her mother will never understand why it’s important and will never accept that she leaves the house. So she decides to lie to her. And you can see that it breaks her heart, but you can also see that she realises, at that very moment, she has no other choice. I also like that the movie shows that it’s Rapunzel’s choice to go see the lanterns. She hasn’t been convinced by someone else, especially not by Flynn. Flynn doesn’t want to help Rapunzel at the beginning. He does everything he can to discourage her. But it doesn’t work. Because despite what Gothel might assume of her, Rapunzel is actually pretty brave and fierce. She’s passionate and driven by her dreams. And for someone who has never left her home, she knows how to take care of herself pretty well (yes, she is a bit naive and influencial, but at the core, she’s fierce).

I’ve Got A Dream ~ How fun and cool is it to see mercenaries and bandits sing about how they all have dreams as well? It literally touched me in the heart 💛 I found that so cute that a couple of men could sing about finding love, pursuing careers in arts, having very diverse non-manly hobbies, etc. Fuck you, toxic masculinity! Not in Tangled! ;)

Rapunzel and Flynn ~ I love their relationship. I love how, first, the flirty act of Flynn totally doesn’t work on Rapunzel. She doesn’t fall in love with him immediately cause she knows he can’t be trusted. And Flynn thinks Rapunzel is just a naive dreamy child who doesn’t know what the real, tough, life is. And little by little, he starts to see how brave and fearless she can be, and he starts being impressed and seeing her on a new day. And he ends up trusting her enough to reveal his true identity (Eugene) to her, because he has learnt to know and trust her. And when Rapunzel sees that Flynn opened up to her, she also decides to share one of her biggest secret (her magic hair). And then there is the boat scene and it’s just so magical. You can see that they trust/love each other for real. That they built up this relationship from nothing. And I just believe their journey is so beautiful 😍

Rapunzel and Gothel ~ Generally speaking, the relationship is so toxic and abusive. It kinda reminds me of Frolo and Quasimodo (The Hunchback of Notre Dame, my favorite disney ever). I love how Gothel doesn’t just force Rapunzel to stay with her by using physical strength. Like when she understands Rapunzel left because she wanted to, she could have threatened her, and physically forced her to go home with her. But she didn’t. Because she didn’t want Rapunzel to be “forced” to come home. She wanted Rapunzel to WANT to come home. She wanted Rapunzel to be under her emotional control and psychological influence again. That’s why she came up with this machiavelian plan to make Rapunzel believe Flynn had abandonned her because he never truly loved her. So that Rapunzel would feel weak and vulnerable and so that she’d come home, crying in the arms of her mom, looking for a shelter. And that’s what make the whole thing terribly abusive.

💛💜💛💜💛💜💛💜💛💜💛💜💛💜💛

#Tangled #Disney #Disney movie #animated movie #Rapunzel #mother gothel #flynn rider #my posts #my opinion #talk #review #disney review #tw #tw abusive relationship #abusive parents #i’ve got a dream #such an amazing movie

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alexravennight · 7 years ago

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hi hi hi ! it’s dilan again, i’m re-posting my intros with updates, so.. don’t mind me !

is that ALEXANDRIA RAVENNIGHT ?! you know her, right ? she is the 24 year old SHADOWHUNTER WITH PURE ANGEL BLOOD !! she is known for being COMPASSIONATE & MAGNETIC but i would be careful if i were you because she is also STOIC & OBSTINATE. i heard she volunteered to be paired with ALARIC JULIAN BROOKS.

THE BASICS

full name: alexandria “alex” ravennight

age: 24

date of birth: march 28, 1994

zodiac: aries

mbti: esfp-a

hogwarts: gryffindor

hometown: london, england

gender: cis female

pronouns: she/her

orientation: pansexual & panromantic

religion: raziel

political affiliation: the clave

occupation: shadowhunter

species: nephilim

language(s) spoken: english, spanish, french, italian, russian, latin, archaic latin ( she knows… lots… )

accent: british accent

hair colour: black

eye colour: light blue

height: 5′ 6″

weight: 121 pounds

sibling: maximus ravennight

pet(s): the goat quill gifted her on her birthday

BACKGROUND

+ ALEX'S birth parents, athena & camden bluelight, were scientists and they always wanted to make something better, something unbelievable for the nephilim. athena’s pregnancy was the perfect opportunity for it. after a very long search, they managed to find pure angel blood from a warlock. (august zhao.) the warlock was insistent that the angel blood wouldn’t cause any good - but after all, he owed the bluelight family, so he gave them the blood. athena injected herself with the blood they got from the warlock almost everyday.

athena and camden didn’t have any bad intentions, but they cared more about creating an a+ shadowhunter than the fate of their own child. they were killed by a demon a few weeks after alex was born. no one knows that august, the warlock they got the blood from sent the demon to kill them. after all, they needed to be stopped from creating more people like alex. however, the warlock didn’t know that there was one more person knowing alex’s secret. kaleb williamson, close friend of bluelights, former leader of the los angeles clan, and now an older brother figure for alex.

after learning the tragic death of their beloved friends, ravennight family decided to adopt their kid. they brought alex to the institute they owned, the london institute. her new parents and her sibling became very important figures in alex’s life so quickly. even though alex was always the trouble child, they accepted her.

alex also met her parabatai in the london institute. she knew they were soulmates the second they met. and that’s why she agreed to be parabatais with them without any doubt. they’re her best friend, her soulmate, her everything. they’re the most important person in alex’s life and they always will be - if anyone tries to hurt them, they can definitely see the monster inside of alex.

one day, a person offered alex yin fen for her injuries. not knowing what yin fen was, alex accepted the help. however, after taking yin fen a few times, it didn't take long for alex to become an addict. this is one of her biggest regrets - because of what it has done to people around her. her last attempt to take yin fen was with olga. she couldn't find yin fen anywhere and she was desperate, and she wanted olga to bite her ( yet olga was pretty violent, which resulted in alex running away from the institute for a couple of days to recover ) - and her blood turned her into a daylighter. since it is certain now that her blood can turn vampires into daylighters, alex is in great danger.

the reason why she, her brother & her parabatai came to la is because;; alex was still trying to recover from yin-fen during when the pairing system started so she found a way to be assigned to la to be away from her parents ( so they wouldn’t discover her addiction ) - and ofc, max and her parabatai followed her.

+ THINGS THAT HAPPENED AFTER SHE CAME TO LA, IN ORDER:

1) kaleb told her about her pure angel blood & she told about it to her parabatai not long after. after elena's birthday party, the two was kidnapped, so alex had to use her powers ( creating new runes ) to open a portal and get them out of there. that's how elena learned about alex’s pure angel blood.

2) she got addicted to yin-fen again, and not wanting to go through that process again, she asked a warlock to erase her memories about yin-fen. however, warlock stole her memories and replaced them with the new ones. ( that was the main villain's plan since they saw alex as a threat due to her pure angel blood, they wanted to remove her from the story. ) but her friends managed to get alex's memories back. she's not /fully/ recovered but now she's replacing yin fen with sugar ( like isabelle lightwood in the show ) and slowly getting better.

3) in the fair, when eris' daughter's body was dropped in front of them, alex couldn't help herself & she used the rune that just appeared on her mind, exposing herself. the rune resurrected the girl, but only for a few minutes. with that, alex was sent to idris, they learned about the fact that she had pure angel blood in there and now people from the clave are regularly watching her & doing experiments that won't hurt her. at least for now.

WEAPONS SHE USES & HER POWERS

cortana: her main weapon. cortana is a shortsword that has been passed down through many generations of the bluelight family, having been in the family for many centuries. cortana is a shortsword with a simple and bare blade, save for the inscription that runs down the metal of the blade and describes its legendary forging, “of the same steel and temper as joyeuse and durendal”. it apparently has a feather from the wing of the angel in its hilt. cortana was forged by the first shadowhunter weapons maker, tempered with the same steel as joyeuse, charlemagne’s sword, and durendal, roland’s sword. it was once the sword of ogier the dane. according to the faerie gwyn the hunter, it is considered one of the great swords. the sword has been said to have the power to cut through anything. after her birth parents’ death, the sword was passed down to their only child and the only remaining heir to the sword, alex. name meaning: cortana, along with curtana and courtain, is a latinized form of the anglo-french curtein, from latin curtus, which means ‘shortened’, used for a ceremonial type of sword. it can also simply mean 'shortsword’.

nephilim physiology: being nephilim, alex possesses a myriad of enhanced physical and mental abilities granted to her by the blood of raziel in her veins and also by the angelic marks of the gray book. this includes enhanced strength, agility, stamina, coordination, and many others which improve over time and practice. due to the angel raziel's blood in their veins, all shadowhunters are able to apply runes on their skin without any real danger. these marks, in turn, give varied effects that serve to benefit the wearer. alex is also able to easily see through most magical illusions and layers of glamour over reality. and, she's able to handle heavenly weapons with effect, since this would normally not work for other species. in particular, these are weapons made of adamas and forged by iron sisters, such as seraph blades.

angelic blood: while all shadowhunters have the angel raziel's blood in them, alex has more; particularly, she was given the blood of ithuriel ( i’ll probably change this since clary in the books was also given ithuriel’s blood, i just need to find another angel ) in her mother's womb due to her parents' experiments. because of this, she became partially linked to ithuriel, who, when the need arose, sent her prophetic dreams and visions of the future, as well as images of long-forgotten runes, or runes not in the gray book and known only to angels, which she is able to recreate and use. she can also enhance the potency of common runes to make them more powerful than usual. and due to her angel blood, she's more powerful than most ( not all, obviously ) of the shadowhunters.

QUICK FACTS

she prefers to be called as alex

she loves being independent & strong, she sees crying in front of others as a weakness ( honestly alex......... stop )

she’s very close with downworlders, so close that it causes other shadowhunters to disapprove her (isabelle lightwood 2.0)

she has no bias against downworlders & that’s why she agreed to work as pairs

she adores being a shadowhunter & even tho she likes breaking the rules, she definitely respects her job

#wilshire:intro #i didn't proofread this btw & some of the infos were taken from old pages so?? lmk if there's anything absurd #death tw #murder tw #drugs tw #weapons tw #grief tw #saved #kidnap tw

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angsty-aliens · 1 year ago

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I’d like to nap as well as a cat with zero responsibilities and way too many toys.

#caturday #cats #kitty #everyday with maximus is a gift #he is a very good boy #and I love to scratch the little white patch on his chin

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maximus-bruin · 5 years ago

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some of the civilians were clearly judgmental of the young satyr and that was never going to change. while he got that vibe from some of the demigods too, it was nice to know that he could consider a couple of them close to him. as he saw hypnos’ son, he hopped up from a tree stump and smiled bright.

samwise placed the items on the stump, carefully since he was still wearing a pair of gloves, and then looked over at maximus. “why are ya’ sorry? it’s not like these visits are mandatory or anything! i’m not one of the healers in the infirmary who has to check your wound everyday, silly.”

he grabbed the dreamcatcher to inspect it a little bit closer. “this is really cool! can’t believe something actually catches dreams!” eyebrows rose in unison after he placed it back down. “thanks for this mister. lavender is also good for sleep so i’ll put both of these in my home!”

[ MAXIMUS spent time with and donated to SAMWISE ]

"No, but I’ve wanted to come see you for some time now. I’m allowed to come see my friend, right?” he teased back, grinning at Samwise with amusement in his eyes. “Tell me what’s been happening with you. Have you been healthy and well?”

Maximus laughed lightly as he watched the satyr inspect the offered gifts. “Well, it’s rumored to anyways. I don’t know if they really work, but I like putting them up in my room. It’s pretty and if they really do catch dreams, then that’s a good thing too!” Pleased that the other liked the lavender, he hummed in thought.

“I’m thinking about starting up a little garden in my home. You know, just for plants that would help people sleep better. You have any other suggestions for my garden?”

@godspeednpc

#c: npcs #c: samwise

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asianadjacent · 5 years ago

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Hope, the gift that carries on

It was some Monday, where the temporary glow from the weekend fast diminishing as I walk to the Parson’s Green Underground station for my morning commute.

The cliché grey skies, the rather shit pitter patter of rain, mixed in with tardiness from my inability to wake up to my alarm set for 6:30am, (along with the ones at 6:45am, 7:00am, 7:15am, 7:20am, 7:25am and finally 7:30am), all contributing to the most Monday of all the Mondays in the history of Mondays. Ever.

As I stomp up the stairs to the platform, breathing heavier with every monumental step, I crane my neck to get a peek of the platform information sign, with every fibre of my being hoping that a train would be arriving into the station imminently.

“Edgware Road……………………..10 m ns” “City via Victoria……………………11mi n ”

Letting out an audible “fuck” and melodramatic sigh, I inadvertently turn to my right and made eye contact with a fellow Monday sufferer, who had just incidentally mirrored my exact physical and emotional response to the abusive Underground line that is the District.

We laughed, made a generic quip about TFL, Mondays and leaves and whatnot, shrugged it off and went our separate ways on the platform, taking extra care not to make eye contact ever again.

As cheesy as it may be, it was in that very moment, on a Monday just before the General Election, that it dawned to me that despite all the uncertainty, the helplessness we sometimes feel, the divides and all the other bad stuff, hope still exists. And it’s all there in the little things that happen in the everyday, we just have to pay attention to it more.

It was there when you know for a fact that the District Line is beyond hope. It was there again when you put on The Mummy remake featuring Tom Cruise (who you love dearly and think is the last remaining movie star) and Russell Crowe (who you will always secretly call your General Maximus).

It was even there when you drunkenly ordered the chicken chao mian from Oriental Express for the seventh time, thinking this time will be different - and that this time, they’ll send you a better version because somehow you think they know you’re Chinese (and therefore one of them) from the way you order over the phone.

It is my personal belief that our capacity for hope and optimism is our greatest strength. It is also the glue that connects us all, even if we don’t often pay attention to it.

Noah Chomsky once wrote, “We have two choices. We can be pessimistic, give up, and help ensure that the worst will happen. Or we can be optimistic, grasp the opportunities that surely exist, and maybe help make the world a better place. Not much of a choice.”

Will hope cure for the existential problems we face as a society? Will hope bring an end to some of the problems that we may face in life?

Pretty sure the answer is “no” and that we’ll all be trying to survive on floating huts in 10 years as Earth’s population lives mainly on water, much like the Kevin Costner starring post-apocalyptic film Waterworld, but it’s at least a start.

On that mildly intellectual, simple yet profound note (if I must say so myself), I will continue to hope for a smooth commute on the District Line, be an unabashed Tom Cruise enthusiast and drunkenly order chao mian. I will also continue to hope that things will be better and we can make it better - I will certainly try to do my part. And I will carry on with the thought that we are exactly where we all need to be at this very moment and that our best days are still awaiting us.

PS. If you read this all the way through, here’s a reward. You deserve it.

#hope #christmas #holiday #cheese #thoughts #tom cruise #russell crowe #district line #underground #london #commute #mondays

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kabane52 · 6 years ago

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Heaven in Earth and Earth in Heaven

In many of the visions and appearances of Matushka Olga wherein she heals and binds up old wounds through the love of Jesus, there is a particular setting. The setting is a Native Alaskan one. The home which is seen in the vision is constructed after that style, according to Matushka Olga’s own lived spatiotemporal context. The tea which is offered is definitively from this culture and not another. If we begin to consider the implications of this, we find something amazing.

[Warning: Takes me awhile to finally get around to the whole point.]

God’s purpose in the incarnation and redemptive work of His Son is to bring together heaven (God’s space, where His presence is full) and earth (our cosmic order, including the astral heavens and what we call earth- the astral heavens are a symbol of what the law and prophets call the “heaven of heavens”, God’s space) in Jesus Christ’s “uniting all things” in His divine person. We read about this in Colossians 1:15-20 as well. He is the image of the invisible God. All things were made through Him and for Him, and in Him all creation holds together and is sustained. Genesis 1 begins with “In the Beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth.” When Moses focuses down to narrate the creation of man on the sixth day, we read: “These are the generations of the Heavens and the Earth.”

“Generations of” means “offspring of” in Genesis 5:1 and everywhere else the phrase is used in the Book of Genesis. The Spirit of Life conjoined with the Dust of the Earth to create man, the microcosm who links heaven and earth in his person, drawing them together in his own increase of communion with God. Luke echoes Genesis 2 in speaking of the Spirit’s overshadowing of the Blessed Virgin, who is thereby linked with the earth out of which Adam was made. She is the “sum-statement” of the proper meaning and goal of being a creature. As I wrote about the other day in my notes on the theme of the Gospel of Matthew, Jesus is the living, breathing incense altar linking the heavens and the earth through His descent in the incarnation and ascension after His resurrection. He is the Ladder to Heaven, a ladder built down by the Spirit who torches us and raises us up as fragrant incense of Christ to God. In the Eucharist, we ascend to Heaven as Heaven descends to us. There is always a double-motion of procession and reversion, a gift outwards in love, and a reciprocation back inwards in thanksgiving.

I ramble on in order to emphatically declare the centrality of the real, true, and concrete mutual indwelling of the two aspects of reality purposed through man, realized in Jesus Christ, and implemented and developed to greater and greater glory through His Body, which is the Church living by the Spirit of the Son.

Jesus in the Gospel of John makes His purpose clear: “I go to prepare a Place for you, so that where I am, you may be also.” As He said in John 3, “No one has ascended to Heaven except He who has descended from Heaven, that is, the Son of Man.” He is the Ladder to Heaven, the one who is indeed Greater-than-Jacob (John 4), who beheld the ladder and then went to the very well at which Jesus spoke to the Samaritan Woman. Jesus is “lifted up” and “glorified” through the Cross, and then goes to “ascend” to the Father as promised in John 20 and seen in a vision in Revelation 4-5. Revelation 14:13 makes clear what occurs (I believe in AD 70, but the point really doesn’t matter for our purposes) with the work of Christ:

“Blessed are those who die in the Lord from now on. ‘Blessed indeed!’ says the Spirit, ‘for their deeds follow them, and they rest from their labors.’”

“Rest” in the scripture refers to enthronement, not the cessation of any activity. It is an ever-moving rest, as Maximus so beautifully put it. Revelation 20:6 describes their estate:

“They will be priests of God and of Christ, and they will reign with Him for a thousand years.”

I take “first resurrection” to refer to Christian death as “second death” refers to rebellious resurrection. Again in an answer to the words of our Lord in John’s Gospel, the Christian who “lives and believes” in Christ shall “never die.” And the one who does not- who is dead in their sins- shall never live. The liturgical setting of Revelation 4-5 and many other texts in the Apocalypse, its context in the heavenly court and council, all of these things illustrate quite concretely the real activity of the Saints throughout the new covenant age. And this is one of the real blessings of the Lord’s resurrection. In ages and generations past, each generation who died immediately ceased their activity, going to the grave- some in more bliss than others- but their relationship to this created world had ceased. This is very clear in what Samuel says to Saul. He is no longer involved in ministry. He’s retired. But with the plundering of the grave and the breaking open of the Heavenly Gates by the Savior’s death, this means that the Heavenly Court, with an active position and ongoing ministerial relation to the creation, is a real and important waystation on the path to final beatitude and glorification, wholly integrated with the body. Jesus, after all, being separated from His body in the Tomb, broke the power of the grave and then ascended to sprinkle the heavenly altar. That disembodied yet gloriously victorious existence is thus a part of our path.

Revelation is part of our being exalted over the angels. The old covenant was ministered by angels, created as a host and already fixed in their glory or wickedness, preparing for the arrival of the glorification of the human family, when, after the “little while” of subjection to angels, man would be “crowned with glory and honor”, as Psalm 8 puts it. We read of the twenty-four ministering Elders in the Heavenly Court, recalling among other things the ministry of the twenty-four chief priests. The Great High Priest of the Apocalypse is called “Another Angel” and is mentioned by that title (IIRC), seven times. This is Jesus Christ, acting in His office as steward of the old covenant to close that period of history. All other specific angels mentioned in the text add up to twenty-four. And in Revelation 20, the Saints who were martyred follow Jesus up His ladder of the cross to be enthroned in the heavenly court, still awaiting the second resurrection and final glory, but being very, very active in the meantime.

[Here’s the point.]

When Jesus Christ ascends, He doesn’t disrobe His body. Even before the bodily resurrection, His disembodied existence remained irrevocably and gloriously human. And it is a particular human existence. Jesus is a Jew from the little town of Nazareth, born of a particular lineage. He was born at a particular time, crucified under a particular Roman governor, He had a particular kind of beard and looked a particular way. And in His glory, He carried every aspect of this rich particularity into His Heavenly Throne. He was and is and ever-remains a Jew. I imagine in the Heavenly Lands there will be a place that quite looks like Nazareth near the throne of glory. Jesus is a real man. And so also with the Saints. We pray for the Lord to “remember” us in the Kingdom of God. The memory of God is the real sort of existence, for it is in God’s mind that we are realized in the first place. God’s intense memory of us constitutes us as fully ourselves.

As we are the Image of God, our memory is essential to our existence, too. As we move through life, if we walk according to the Spirit, we do not receive a generic glory. We don’t receive generic graces or gifts. We are inescapably particular persons with a real and particular history. After death, even without our bodies, we appear with our bodily form: a form that was shaped deeply by events which were really material. The body shapes and molds the soul, with which it is perichoretically embraced. In 1 Corinthians, Apostle Paul states- amazingly - that in the resurrection our work is not done in vain. And he is speaking of everyday work. Paul is presently the Apostle to the Nations and the most glorious tent-maker there ever was. I would be willing to bet that there are tents in the heavenly lands that are so beautiful they would move us to tears, woven by the glorified (partially) Apostle Paul, the tentmaker whose labor was not in vain.

And so also for Matushka Olga. Being glorified, transfigured by grace, and exalted for a new kind of ministry, she was not stripped of her particularity. She continues to be the same woman who has specific children, lived in a specific place, had particular delights in creation, and enjoyed particular sorts of food and drink. And her memory of this whole particular life is woven through every strip of fabric constituting her as who she is. And so in the infinite realms, her whole memory is brought up and glorified. She is made so profoundly and richly real that her faint memories suddenly give birth to real places and things in the heavens, specific homes, lands, teas, and so on. This is what Lewis speaks of in relation to our pets being brought up with us, in our memory. They are part of our particularity too. The seed is meant to go into the earth to be reborn, and Apostle Paul says this in the context of identifying the various animal creatures as “seeds!” If they are a seed, his argument demands, they are to be reborn too. But there is an order to all things. God does not hoard glory and life for Himself. He richly shares it as it flows from the Father through the Son in the Spirit up on into the entire created order and back round again, the water becoming, mysteriously, infinitely deeper with every step one learns to walk upon it. We are gathered into infinite reality by God in the person of His Eternal Son. Everything else in creation is gathered into that reality through us.

Man is right there in the midst of it. The Mind and Memory of God has been shared with us in the incarnation of the Word of God. As Apostle Paul says, “We have the Mind of Christ.” (1 Cor. 2:16) We have the Spirit of the Word, who “searches everything, even the depths of God.” (1 Cor. 2:10) God loves to enrich us with the infinity of His thought, each thought apprehended by the power of the Spirit leading us to utter wonder at the profundity of His wisdom and knowledge, hidden wholly in the incarnate Jesus Christ, revealed by the Spirit of Jesus Christ. And so God thinks with, through, and in us, but He thinks in such a way that it enriches our own particularity instead of obliterating it. The human family- with one heart and one spirit operating with the One Spirit of God- is a diamond with as many sides as there are glorified persons delighted in the Happy Trinity. And so, as Mother Olga, we bring our history with us. It’s not exactly true that “you can’t take it with you.” It’s more true that if “taking it with you” is at the forefront of your mind, there will be no place to take it. The self is a shockingly small place to live. But others- in others our heart is widened, as St. Paul describes in 2 Corinthians 7. With one Spirit, our hearts are stretched out by the Cross of Christ until they are so perfectly joined together that they live one life and exist as one heart.

We will only take with us those things that are really good, and they will be pulled up through the Cross, leaving behind any disorder or mistake or unwittingly self-absorbed intent. And having been pulled through, one will find that those memories which are glorified will be remembered so clearly that the memory at that time will be more real- indescribably and massively so- than the actual moment being remembered was. All is infinitely real in the one who is Reality. And you will live with, in, and through Him. By grace. Seek God’s grace, for no transient pleasure can even compare with this eternal weight of glory.

And so, this expansion continues as the Church, the Body of Christ, is taking one, enormous, deep breath which shall inhale the whole creation in order to breathe it outwards irradiated by the Spirit of Glory who is from God. The Communion of Saints is that by which those who have rested-unto-real-work in Christ continue their work in the cosmos, and that by which those of us still living in this world might, receiving the graces given us by God through them, pull the world up towards them.

Revelation 21 sums it all up. The City of God comes down from Heaven, and Heaven and Earth are joined. The church seen by St. John in Revelation 21:9ff (the fourth and final “in-Spirit” vision- not chronologically sequential with 21:1-8 which describes the consummation) is seen as it shall be when it is completed. The two raw materials to which our attention is called in Genesis 2- food and precious metals/stones are gathered together and organized by human creative activity in the city. It is full of the glory of God. It likely has the sun, but it does not need it, the Lamb of God is so immensely bright. The work of the Twelve Apostles is realized in her. The Radiance of the Glory of God and the Exact Imprint of His Nature shone on their stones and was reflected outwards until the light shone in every corner. “Kings shall bring their glory into it”, we are told. This reminds us of Proverbs 25:2, where “The Glory of God is to conceal a thing, the Glory of Kings is to search them out.” In Revelation, the word “king” extends to all the baptized who are priests and kings in Christ. God who spoke the world into being by His Word full of words, has hidden incredible wisdom in every little detail of the creation, into every little jot and tittle of the Bible. And filled with the Spirit who searches out the deep things of God in the Mind of Christ, the Christian civilization finds all of this God-centered beauty in every detail of creation, utilizing it to produce art, technology, culture, and knowledge. And every detail is brought into the City of God. In the Lord your work is not in vain.

And then, Heaven and Earth shall be fully integrated. The Lord Jesus Christ personally appears to sum all things up, to finally cast down the last enemy who was also the first, who is death. The City of God is described with dimensions making clear, given the downward flow of its golden river, that it is a pyramid. Daniel 2 tells us of a little stone, cut without hands (this is an altar), representing the Kingdom of God, breaking apart the kingdoms of this world and growing until it fills the whole world as a mountain. Isaiah 25 tells us of the mountain of God where all nations shall feast on a feast of richness. And Isaiah 65 says, “I create a new heavens and new earth...I create Jerusalem to be a joy.” Jerusalem, that Temple-City of God (Ezk. 40 also describes the temple and city as one) is the whole creation, transfigured, glorified, citified without being de-beautified. The pyramid which is the New and Lasting Jerusalem signifies the whole creation, full of the glory of God as the waters cover the sea.

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Sanctuary: Chapter Twenty-Three

Going Home

Annabelle pored over the letters in her lap. She sat back in her bed while a baby squirmed tightly to her and suckled peacefully. The room was cool from the oncoming autumn air outside. It filled the room with the sweet smell of fires burning from the town down the way.

The manor was almost finished by the time everyone made it back home from China. The lion workers were excellent at restoring everything to new. Charlotte had done an excellent job explaining where everything went, right down to the fully restored west wing. It took some time but with Loky’s help and a great deal of his fortune, they were able to make the house a home again.

The first memory the family ever made there was when Grace gave birth to her baby in the very bed that Annabelle and Mouse slept in. It was an honor that their niece was brought into this world in that very room a few weeks prior. Their daughter was also born in this room just a week or so later.

Annabelle thought back to that day with a warm smile.

***

Annabelle felt the very bones in her hand crunch under the grip of the hyena’s hand. Marybeth, however, was the one crunching her other hand in hers. The large wolf breathed in time with Grace, keeping her rhythm in time before the next push came. Gilda sat on a stool between the hyena’s legs and watched for a sign that indicated the baby was going to be born the proper way. Claudia wasn’t squeamish; she stood by the doctor’s side waiting to be told what to do.

“Interesting thing, the hyena anatomy is,” Gilda mused. “They’re born with this penis looking things and a vagina, and it’s considered normal.”

“Oh doc, can we discuss this when I’m not being split in half please?” Grace panted and Marybeth insisted she did the breathing.

“I wasn’t talking to you. Just focus on…this.” Gilda was nonchalant.

“Seems to me like a perfect packaged deal, doc.” Claudia snickered; her beautiful French accent was back in full swing.

“Well, with the exception of the penis and the troubling factor of the vagina, I’d be inclined to agree.” Gilda said.

“Trust me, doc,” Claudia whispered lewdly in Gilda’s ear, her redneck voice cutting through. “If you had one of those things to knock the cobwebs away, you might not be so uptight.”

Gilda laughed and elbowed the opossum away. “Disgusting. Go to your wife.”

“She’s quite busy right now.”

“If you guys are done groping each other, I think she’s coming now.” Grace gritted her teeth and squeezed Marybeth and Annabelle’s hand.

“You can do it.” Annabelle whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek.

“I don’t know about that…” Grace sighed and relaxed her push preparing for another.

“Mouse wanted me to let you know. You can have the names she was going to use for our baby if you want.” Annabelle whispered.

Grace couldn’t say anything as she pressed into the contraction. Something told her this was going to be the moment of truth, and it was. Bernadette was born at sundown. The beautiful baby was more fox than hyena with the exception of the broader frame and the light colored spots all over her cream colored fur.

***

“Hey.” A warm voice pulled Annabelle away from her thoughts. “Is everything alright?”

“Oh yeah, I’m fine.” Annabelle whispered out of habit. “I was thinking about Grace and Bernadette. How was work?”

Mouse slipped off her work shirt and dropped it on the chair next to her. “It was good. Nuts and Bolts are really getting the barn set up. Soon we’ll be able to open our riding school.”

“Oh, I’m so glad to hear it. You’re going to love teaching others about those automaton horses of yours.” A gentle smile came to Annabelle’s lips.

“Yeah, I think it’s going to be a really nice place for people to come to escape everyday life. It’s going to become even better once Rebecca and Gilda get their lesson plan together. Teaching people about sign language is really important.” Mouse’s voice didn’t seem as excited but Annabelle could tell it was because she was sleepy.

“Have you spoken to Grace?” Annabelle winced and shifted, there was still a little discomfort after the birth but it wasn’t too bad.

“Just a few moments ago, Marybeth was taking her for a walk in the garden. Grace really hates the all day care but you know she loves Marybeth’s help when the baby wakes up at night.” Mouse giggled and unbuckled her belt, letting its weight pull her trousers down. She stepped out of her boots and pants at the same time.

“Lucie and Claudia have been a big help too. God, Lucie fed Maximus for me last night. I was so happy I could have just kissed her.” Annabelle sighed softly and rubbed her neck. “Little Maxie is so lucky to have all these mothers.”

Mouse looked at her and sighed. She didn’t say anything but Annabelle could feel her gaze. “What?”

“Nothing, you’re just…you, and it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Stop it.” Annabelle pushed her hair back behind her ears.

Mouse giggled. “I see you’ve got the mail. Anything interesting?”

Annabelle was grateful for the change of subject. It’s not that she didn’t love Mouse’s doting, she just didn’t feel very beautiful with everything that had gone on the last few days.

Mouse came and sat at the edge of the bed next to Annabelle’s legs. Little Maximus had fallen asleep enjoying his meal. Mouse gently caressed down the splotched gray and orange fur of his back. The baby cooed and started suckling again but never fully woke up.

“More letters from family, huh?” Mouse laid her head on Annabelle’s thigh, immediately receiving fingers through her mop of dark gray hair. “Any highlights?”

“Why yes, Baroness Mariah, I’ll give you the run down.”

Mouse giggled and kissed the blankets at Annabelle’s leg. “Alright, you smartass.”

“Lyonel sent us a letter with the gift of dates. He says that he is getting used to sharing Loky’s time with the king’s new wife. She’s the one running the country and she seems really nice and understanding.” Annabelle explained, Mouse pursed her lips and nodded before one corner of her mouth pulled back in a smirk.

“Ultrok’s and Callie’s baby is the cutest he’s ever seen. He hopes to have a little girl just like Molly someday. Then he wrote something in the post script line but his handwriting is terrible. I can’t read it. He also said that Sarah is settling into the role of tactician of the entire Lion Nation’s army. She loves her new job, hates her robotic leg. She goes on to say that it keeps her from running as fast as she used too.”

“It was so hard to get used to my arm.” Mouse ran her fingers up through Maximus’ feathery soft back fur.

Annabelle frowned and touched her arm. She knew there was no way to control herself from doing the deed that permanently scarred the love of her life and Mouse never blamed her for it. She still felt terrible whenever she thought about it. Mouse knew she was thinking about it again and caressed the hand holding the letter to reassure Annabelle that it was still alright.

“I got a letter from Sheik, too. The hyena nation is in shambles right now and she’s trying to get some form of government in order but things have been rough. Grek is the new captain of the guards and Cre is her bodyguard. Patty isn’t too happy about living in such an unstable environment but is willing to give it a try for Cre’s sake. Karish and baby Mariah are doing well. They’re working hand in hand with Sheik, helping to build a new nation.” Annabelle caressed Mouse’s ear softly.

“I still can’t believe she and Lilian didn’t work out,” Mouse closed her eyes at the soft caress.

“Yeah, I am too. But I think Lilian’s a lot happier now touring Japan on an extended holiday.”

“When’s she supposed to be back?” Mouse moaned softly.

“Around Christmas, I think.”

Mouse didn’t say anything at first and then she snorted awake. “That’s good.”

Annabelle giggled. “Do you want to sleep, my love?”

“No, please go on,” Mouse mumbled.

“Molly and Cayden wrote me a letter talking about the new divide in the troupe. Cayden’s going to remain in the area and he may come and see us soon, while Molly is taking her troupe towards Siberia and China region. They’re excited about the culture there.”

Mouse mumbled something that Annabelle could only gather as Charlotte’s dinner plans. Mushroom stew and crispy bread bites, or something like that. It was impossible to tell for sure but Annabelle wasn’t about to wake her up to find out. Instead, she just laid back and continued to read through the parchment while listening to Mouse snore softly. It was good to be home with her family where she belongs.

Something shifted out of the corner of her eye and she looked to see what it was but it was gone just as quickly. It didn’t bother her much anymore. Ever since she received the druid’s gift and spent so long in the Everall, she was already used to seeing the spirits that still lingered behind. Whichever one this was, was much more persistent and refused to leave. Without another thought about it, she went back to reading the letter.

#Sanctuary #Safehaven3 #Leendenwrites

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