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clouisluvr · 11 months ago

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i need a part 3 of sean diaz hc IM STARVEDDD‼️

ask and (11 months later) you shall receive!

- deep conversations always happen whilst laying on the floor. he’ll lay on his back with an arm propped under his head and listen intently to everything you have to say

- hangs on to your every word if youre talking about something important like .. his eyes will go kinda big because he’s so focused on you he kinda forgets to blink LOL

- grabs onto your hands when hes nervous, like just clutches onto them and squeezes. likes when you rub the back of his hand with ur thumb for extra reassurance

- sean sees the world so artistically and beautifully so a feature of yours you’ve never noticed before is accentuated in his art. a beauty spot you didnt notice, a dimple you never knew about. he loves every little detail about you

- faye webster enjoyer! indie pop lover in general tbh. loves listening to music with you (earbud user because he hates how headphones feel on his head) and will always think of you when he listens to certain songs

- i think if you told him you like his hair long he’d let it GROWWW. like so long he can tie it into a bun, but it would annoy him after a while and he’d cut it to like ep1 length. will let you and daniel put his hair in pigtails with bows (he’ll joke about being coquette)

- loves going on drives with you. sometimes daniel tags along but he prefers when its just the two of you. definitely likes listening to frank ocean whilst the sun sets (it reminds him of gta😭)

- has a bad habit of putting on this cynical teen front (like his journal entry about trump winning LOL) and you give him an outlet to be sincere and sensitive which leads to him opening up about his mom

- sean feels a weird sense of guilt when he criticises karen in front of daniel because he knows he’s too young to really remember and feel upset about it. but he feels even worse doing it in front of his dad because he feels like his emotions take up too much space. like it overshadows the betrayal his dad must feel.

- so instead he adopts a mostly indifferent, partially angry attitude towards his mom leaving to disguise the genuine sadness and resentment. the inability to understand how she could just up and leave. when you give sean the space to actually .. feel everything, he breaks down. it deepens the bond he has with you, he feels theres no judgement to be cruel, selfish, or upset around you.

- seans newfound sensitivity from dating you also lets him be unashamedly happy about the holiday season. he is done pretending to be over christmas, bring out the ugly jumpers and candy canes!!

- esteban is in SHOCK. sean is up early during his winter break to *checks notes* decorate?? convinced it must be crack.

- not sure what the american equivalent of winter wonderland is, but he saves up money from his part time job to take you, his dad and daniel to a winter festival! he kinda breaks the bank but has no regrets!! gets you hot chocolates and treats, also spends an embarrassing amount on game tickets trying to win you a prize😭 you tell him its ok but he will keep trying until he gets you SOMETHING!

- at some point he’ll sneak off with you to give you the sweetest kiss ever. will hold your chin in his hand and tilt your head up to kiss you. he’s not huge on pda (especially with his dad in the vicinity) BUT he’s in such a good mood he cant pass up the chance. starts smiling through the kiss because he’s so happy

- that definitely inspires art of you looking flushed with slightly swollen lips but a look of warmth in your eyes. probably gives it to you as a christmas gift! tells you its one of the many many moments he felt himself falling even more in love with you

- he hates the cold but loves the excuse to cling to you constantly. “sean.. i need to pee.” “pretty sure if i let go of you i’ll instantly get frostbite soo..”

- nervous and geeky when you guys first start dating, but gets SUPERRR suave as time goes on it kinda makes you weak in the knees. will cup your cheek mid conversation and stroke your cheek with his thumb. will backhug you and kiss your neck. will kiss the back of your hand if hes feeling VERY romantic… whore activity tbh!

- hickey enthusiast omg its BAD hes an addict. but god forbid you give him one because he will freak about lyla seeing and giving him grief over it. has a thing for marking you and knowing you like how it feels

- loves when you wrap your arms around his neck!! gives him this super strong sense of security, he’ll always wraps his arms around your waist.

- HATES when people talk at the movies. you, sean and daniel all went to see fnaf and daniel would not stop turning to both of you to explain the lore incase you were confused😭 not even whispering mind you! infuriates sean but its him telling you and daniel to stop talking that gets the reaction of an angry parent asking him to “be quiet or leave!” his eye twitches when you and daniel start laughing at him LOLL

- ushanka hat bandit. will wear them even during SUMMER! always paired with a tank top and jeans or a striped hoodie. i think sean has slutty hips so u love the tank top x low rise jeans combo he wears in summer LMAOO :P

- likes to cuddle with your back facing him so he can kiss your shoulder.

- likes to post discreet pictures of you on his main ig but his spam account is like 90% you LMAO. posts photodumps filled with dumb text messages between you both and candid pictures of you

- gets overprotective of you in a similar way to how he is with daniel, sometimes you have to remind him you’re there to protect him too

- will lay his head on your shoulder when hes in need of comfort. also a subtle way of asking you to play with his hair (he will melt)

- likes if you put your hands in his jacket pocket when it’s cold so he can hold it in there!!

- goes through phases where he ALWAYS wants to be on the phone with you. like you could be on the way over and he’ll stay on call until you’re in his house

- has a bad habit of getting into petty arguments with you that start off playful, like debating over what the best chocolate bar is but he’ll end up taking it too far and getting legit mad LMAO. you both end up cackling about managing to argue over chocolate

- plans his future with you in it. knows he always wants to be in close proximity to you, daniel and his dad no matter what! he can’t imagine life without you and tbh he doesnt want to.

not sure what hits me at like midnight that makes me wanna write hcs but as always im too sleepy to proofread so ignore any mistakes! also sorry if you dont celebrate christmas, i was projecting a little LOL

hope u all enjoy!💗

#sean diaz x reader #life is strange x reader #life is strange 2 #life is strange 2 x reader #lis2 sean

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shinygoldstar · 4 years ago

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Midnight Snack

DannyMay Day 11: Midnight

(Also DannyMay Shadow, Scars, Power, Nature, Seasons, Teeth can you find them all?)

Word Count: 2271 (not beta’d. experimental writing)

Warning: mentions of ghost cannibalism, nothing explicit

@floralflowerpower – for that ghost cannibalism post

(it’s 1 am so i’m gonna sleep now. might post on AO3 later)

Edit: AO3 Added!

It was mid-October. The leaves are starting to turn yellow heralding the approaching autumn. Danny was happy because that meant the unusually hot weather is almost over. It wasn’t that he’s melting from the heat- quite the opposite, he’s probably the only person in Amity that isn’t sweltering under the sun with his cold core. But due to this exact same reason, his cooler body temperature also drew in water vapor which condenses on his skin, pooling into beads of water dripping down his shirt, making him appear extra sweaty. He can’t wait for the temperature to be cool enough to not change clothes every few hours. Good thing his clothes are purchased by the dozen; no one really noticed him wearing new sets of clothes throughout the day.

It was the contaminated fridge foods that disappeared first. No one missed them. At least until they can’t find the mutated turkeys for their annual Thanksgiving hunting event.

Danny yawned as he and his friends entered Fenton Works. Autumn is comfy. Just the right temperature where he can wear loose clothing and not be stared at for being underdressed for the weather. No ‘sweating’ either. His mouth closed with a click, a bit too fast on his new fangs. Danny winced. The fangs seemed to have grown longer overnight again. At this rate Danny won’t be able to pass them off as normal pointy canine teeth for much longer. It didn’t hurt but the itch is annoying. Danny took a detour to the fridge, grabbing an ice cube from the freezer and popped it into his mouth, absentmindedly chewing on the cubes to take the edge off the itch as they walked down to the basement lab. His parents are at a paranormal convention at a nearby city and won’t be back until tomorrow. Danny and his friends gladly took the opportunity to do their ‘Danny’s quarterly fitness test’.

Danny flipped on the light switch and walked to the center of the lab, transforming into his ghost form. “Okay I’m ready. What’s first on the list?”

Tucker dropped his bag and took out a piece of notebook paper, “Okay, first we gotta do the baseline measurements. Height, weight, temperature, and the ecto reading.” Sam dug through her sports bag, pulling out the measurement tape. She held it against Danny, eyes scanning the tape measurement numbers. “Still the same height.”

Tucker nodded, noting down the measurement in Danny’s health notebook. “Next, weight.” Danny stood over the scale. “Yup, still the same weight too.”

Then it was the ecto-samples that Jack misplaced in the kitchen fridge. Jack warned everyone a few days later (everyone knows to avoid glowing food on normal basis so the delayed warning is mostly just courtesy), but no one could find where it went and assumed it grew legs to join the other tiny ecto-samples lurking as their equivalent of household pests. (No matter how often Maddie tried to patch up the mouse hole it keeps reappearing in the same shape but in a different part of the house as if the original mouse hole got transplanted from its original location)

“Lunch Lady’s right. You need to eat more. You’re still as skinny as ever.” Sam remarked as Danny took the thermometer out of his mouth. “76 F. The ghosts keep attacking me all day and night. You’d think my parents would notice when a ghost sneaks pass them while they work in the lab but I triggered all their ghost alarms just by being in the house so they deactivated the system when I’m around. They must’ve kept it turned off during the day too.”

“Tough luck dude. Ecto scan next.” Tucker passed the scanner to Sam while Danny stood still for her to scan. The machine beeped, “Wow 6.8, that’s quite a jump from last quarter’s 5.1”

“Maybe it was from all the ghost fighting I did over the summer?”

As the leaves began to fall from the branches, ghost attacks lessened in frequency. Not looking the gift horse in the mouth Danny happily enjoyed the lack of ghost attacks to focus more on his studies. If he did well enough, he might even get Bs for his efforts. He also managed to avoid getting detention for the entire week much to the relief of everyone involved.

Two days before Thanksgiving, the Fentons finally remembered their turkeys. But by then it was gone. In a rush, they quickly purchased a pre-made turkey instead. While Danny enjoyed the fact that they’re having a normal family dinner for once, he can’t help but feel like there’s something off about the chicken. As if it’s missing a particular tangy or zingy flavor that would’ve made it richer in flavor. ‘Must’ve been because it’s overcooked.’

"Honey? Have you seen the new ecto-samples I placed in the basement lab fridge?" “Again Jack? This is the third time this month. Have you checked the upstairs fridge?” “I-ah was pretty sure I placed them in the correct fridge this time. Must be some no-good thievin’ ghost.” “I’ll set up the ecto-anti-theft, that’ll get ‘em good! No ghost can escape Jack Fenton for long!”

*Intruder Alert* *Intruder Alert*

Red lights peppered with robotic voice and alarm noises lurched Maddie into full alert mode. She quickly took stock of her surroundings and tried to wake Jack up. But Jack had his earplugs on and continued to snore blissfully. A loud knock on the door caught her attention. “What’s going on mom?” Jazz’s voice floated through the door. Maddie quickly rose to open the bedroom door, swiftly pulled Jazz in and locked the door. “Jazz dear, try to wake your dad up. I’ll go check on the intruder.” Maddie strode quietly to the door then paused, “Have you checked on Danny?” Jazz bit her lips and looked away for a moment “-ah yeah! Danny’s snoring so loud he can’t hear the alarm.” Maddie twisted the doorknob but paused, hesitating. “He’s fine mom.” Jazz reassures her. “If Danny wakes up, he’ll come here first. I’ll let him know what’s going on.”

The alarm rang loudly in her ears as she walked down the stairs to the basement lab, its loud ringing noise effectively covering up the sound of her footsteps. Reaching the basement floor, Maddie quickly crept over to hide behind the shelf on her left, eyes scanning the lab for the intruder.

The glass jars clinked as a shadow moved about the fridge. A very familiar shadow. That didn’t glow. Maddie turned on the lab lights. “Danny?” she started, carefully walking over to face him, her eyes still scanning him to check if he’s really her Danny. The faint, barely noticeable scar on his eyebrow from his attempt to fly off the tree when he was five is there confirming his identity.

“What are you doing down here-?” Maddie noticed the glowing jar in his hand, “and what exactly are you doing?” Danny hazily stared at her; eyes half-lidded. Maddie snapped her fingers to get his attention. Danny didn’t blink. “He's still not awake, Danny come on wake up!”, she shook his shoulders. “Huh? Wuzzat?” Danny groggily woke up. He blinked in confusion.

Finally aware of his surroundings, Danny looked down at his right hand that still held the glowing sample. “Aah!” Danny yelped dropping the sample, then realizing he dropped the sample, tries to catch the jar, fumbling clumsily. Maddie would’ve laughed if it was anywhere else but in this situation. “Danny, do you remember what you were doing?”

“I was doing my homework and was craving for a good cheeseburger?”

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“And the half-opened jar of ectoplasm?”

“Pickles?”

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“Dude are you for real? That was priceless!” Tucker crowed with laughter. Sam leaned away from Tucker to avoid the meat spittle, “Urgh! Gross Tucker! Swallow it before you speak!”

Danny grumbled into his glass of milkshake, “’s not funny Tuck. you didn't see her face. She was about ready to scan me for signs of ecto-possession. Good thing my lie about craving cheeseburger and opening the wrong fridge worked. Otherwise I’d be in big trouble if she scanned me now with my latest ecto-reading. Anyways I'm banned from the lab now.” Danny bit into his burger.

“So what really happened there dude? Did you seriously sleepwalk into the basement lab?”

“I think so? I don’t really remember anything before Mom found me in the lab. Only that I was feeling a bit hungry.”

The ghosts stopped coming. Everyone in Amity held their breath when there were no ghost attacks for two weeks straight, then a month. Then two months, three. No ghosts. They let out their collective breath. It might be too soon to hope but for now they will enjoy their ghost-free, perfectly ordinary life. It feels a bit strange to not have ghost related interruptions as part of their daily routine but they didn’t miss the ghost-related reconstruction expenses. The local insurance company employees received a nice bonus for the ghost-free month.

By the time March rolled in, Danny is restless. “Guys, there's definitely something big going on.”, he waved his hands for emphasis. “The Fenton portal is still open yet no ghost came through? Not even Boxy since the North District warehouse thing last month. There’s definitely something big going on. I've been taking the ghost-free break for granted for a while now and it helped save my grades but this is too big to ignore.”

“Dude, maybe it’s because you’re much more powerful now? Your latest reading last week is 8.2. None of the ghosts we’ve met so far is above 6 except for Vlad and the Ghost King.” Tucker suggested.

“You might have a point there, Tucker. We haven’t seen any of the ghosts bothering Vlad so far and he’s definitely higher than 6.” Sam added.

Danny frowned, “Maybe you’re right but I just have this nagging feeling that that’s not quite it.”

Danny entered the Zone with little fanfare. The area around the Fenton portal looked normal enough, the usual rocks and clouds of debris are still floating around in their usual areas. Danny aimlessly passed through the nooks and crannies, ducking under the endless spiral staircase, not entirely sure of what to look for. The Zone felt a bit quiet today but Danny haven’t been to the Zone that frequently to be certain about it.

The Ghost Zone, while still filled with random bits of odds and ends felt empty somehow. It wasn't until he sighted Skulker that he realized he hasn't seen any of the tiny blog ghosts nor the occasional passerby ghosts through his trip.

Luckily or unluckily, Danny quickly spotted someone he knew in the distance. As if called, Skulker turned his head towards Danny, then veered sharply to the left and flew fast in Danny's opposite direction, a first for the self-proclaimed hunter to not hunt his favorite prey. ‘Something's not right and Skulker definitely knows something.’ Danny thought.

Danny quickly chased after him; Skulker could never beat Danny at speed chase even at his best, and he won't be winning today's unplanned race either. “Hey Skulker! What’s going on?” Danny yelled over the gap between them but Skulker gave no reply, diving down deep into the reddish forest ravines of the island below. Not to be deterred, Danny did a quick aerial flip, adjusting his flight angle to follow down Skulker’s path. Danny soon caught up to Skulker and launched him into a nearby rock with sticky ectoplasm to hold him still long enough to talk. Skulker ejected from his metal suit but Danny was faster and caught the real ghost before he can escape.

(Why is Skulker fleeing?)

"Hey Skulker, not hunting me for once?" Danny asked teasingly.

Skulker paled (Danny never knew ghosts can turn pale) and squirmed even more. Danny's smile dropped.

"What’s going on Skulker?" he asked worriedly. “None of the ghosts have appeared in the human world and the Zone looks empty somehow”

Skulker squirmed a bit more but realizing he’s stuck finally said, “Ghost Child, haven’t you ever wondered why the Infinite Realms is never overcrowded?”

Danny frowned, puzzled as to where this leads to. “How is this related to this situation?” Skulker stared at Danny stunned.

“What?” Danny asked, suddenly self-conscious, “-was there something I was supposed to know about?”

Skulker sighed, unconsciously loosening a bit of his tension, “You’re so young. So very young. We Ghosts don’t fade as fast as Newcomers arrive from your world. In the Realms, there's a natural system that keeps the population under control. An ecosystem. There's predator and there's prey. And then there's the Apex Predator. There's a reason why Dark was feared. It wasn't just for his harsh rule. It was because he was the Apex Predator.”

Danny struck at the odd wording, "’Was’? Was that because he got sealed?” Danny paused, “But wait- if he's sealed, he would still be the Apex predator. So how-? Wait. Did I?"

Skulker nodded, "Good you're catching on fast. By defeating Pariah Dark, you have proven to the Realms that you're the best candidate for the Apex Predator. And with the new status comes sets of conducts, one your body instincts know well. You've been culling down the uncontrolled excess from Pariah Dark's sleep quite fast. Your hunger would settle down soon of course once balance has been re-established in the Realms."

“But- How- Wait- What-?” Danny looked down at his hand “Hey Skulker--!” but his hand is bare.

Danny’s lips tasted oddly tangy, energized.

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(Skulker might've slipped out of Danny's slack hand while Danny is in shock. Danny might've bit his lips hard enough to bleed. It's not that hard with his new fangs. But this is just speculation...)

#midnight snack au #danny phantom #dannymay2021 #DP ghost cannibalism #goldpost #Skulker BS'd on the spot and I took it as worldbuilding material #the added last part is the original ending #interpretation of the final ending is now up to you #😏😏😏

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 4 years ago

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Spencer Reid x Reader

Request: You’re the new assistant to the BAU team and intimidated by such a smart group of people, especially Dr. Spencer Reid, which leads to you having the biggest crush on the pretty boy.

// Request by @slutlanna976 Hey, I was wondering if maybe you could write something about maybe reader joining the BAU, but maybe as just an assistant or something? Like they take her out on cases and stuff but she's not like an actual agent, and she isn't really that smart and feels intimidated about being around them, especially spencer and has like the biggest crush on him and is super nervous around him, and she doesn't think he likes her back and over hears her talking with the girls about him? So and like she loves listening to him rant or say facts, even if she has absolutely no idea what he is talking about, and always pays attention to what he is saying? And maybe she often asks spencer really silly/stupid questions in an attempt to learn more so she feels less stupid around him and just to hear him ramble on? ///

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted and that you like it!! Thank you for your request :) xx

**MASTERLIST**

Requests: {OPEN} CLOSED

I am currently taking requests for:

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson

Damon Salvatore

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Supernatural: (I’m only up to season 2 at the moment, so please don’t give requests with spoilers)***

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Outer Banks (Netflix):

John B Routledge

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

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You weren’t a cool and badass FBI agent like the rest of the BAU team, but only an assistant. Hotch had hired you as an assistant to the team. You were to follow along on cases and well, be an assistant to everyone on the team, to some degree of course. You were there taking notes if they asked or needed case files made or needed to find casefiles. You did a wide range of tasks and you loved every minute of it. Even if you weren’t an actual agent, you still enjoyed spending time with the team, especially with a certain Dr. Spencer Reid.

You often felt intimidated by the team since they all were smart and intelligent. You weren’t as smart as them. You didn’t have a degree like some or multiple degrees like Dr. Reid. You were always learning new things from Spencer. He was always telling you facts and statistics, things you didn’t much care for and half the time you had no idea what he was talking about. Especially when he would discuss chemistry. However, you were always listening and always paying attention to him when he spoke. Often asking questions to show you were listening and paying attention to him.

You were currently on the jet with the rest of the team, notebook and pen in your lap. Spencer sat across the table from you, Derek beside him and Emily beside you. Hotch, Rossi and JJ sitting on the couch. You looked out at the window and could see a city below, surrounded by mountains. It was a beautiful site. “That city is beautiful.” You gushed.

Spencer had glanced out at the window, “Franklin, Tennessee. Population 80, 914 as of 2018.” You turned to face him, surprise written all over your face, “How the hell did you know where we were? And you just know the city population off the top of your head?”

He looks up from the case file, clearing his throat and pointing behind you, “Well that told me where we were, but yes. I do know the city population off the top of my head. My family vacationed there once.”

You looked behind you, the TV on the wall, showing the location of the jet, blushing you turned back around, attention on Hotch as he spoke about the case.

Your mind wanders back to when you first met Spencer. Hotch was introducing you to the team in the briefing room and you’d shook everyone’s hand and been introduced to everyone but Spencer. He was last.

“This is Dr. Spencer Reid. Reid this is our new assistant, y/n.” Hotch announces.

You hold your hand out to him, “Doctor huh? Impressive.” Great, another person who was probably much smarter than you.

He glances at your hand, “Not that kind of doctor.. I have three PhDs in Mathematics, Chemistry and Engineering. The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It’s actually safer to kiss.”

You glanced at your hand and slowly dropped it to your side, “Right.” You nodded.

He then holds his hand out to you, “Which is why carry hand sanitizer.” He smiles, “It’s nice to meet you.” He didn’t have any hand sanitizer and he never shook hands with anyone, but the look on your face made him feel bad. Plus, he thought you were cute.

You blush and shake his hand, “Nice to meet you too.”

The unsub was decapitating heads and leaving them on poles around a riverbank, so Hotch decided to send you, Rossi and Reid to the crime scene of the last victim. You were careful to follow behind Spencer, scared to mess up any of the crime scene. This was a new one for you. Usually Hotch made you stay in the precinct.

You mentally cursed Hotch for sending you out in the field because you had not worn the right attire. Spencer had held his hand out to you, helping you down the steep hill, but one step on a few leaves sent you sliding. Spencer was quick to catch you under the arms, “You okay?”

You quickly nodded and composed yourself, “yeah. Yeah, thank you.” You blushed, “Hotch never sends me out in the field.”

He nods, “I don’t understand why he did because this is one of the gory crime scenes..”

You followed him and Rossi to the bank and Spencer was right, it was gory. Some of the heads had already decomposed, others in the process. You could smell death. “How could someone do this.. I mean why decapitate them and put them on a pole?

“Contrary to popular belief, decapitation is not that easy.” Spencer says, slipping on a pair of gloves.

“You don’t often hear ‘popular’ and ‘decapitation’ in the same sentence.” Rossi mumbles, getting a look at the last victim.

“Isn’t decapitation like a… medieval thing?” You ask, looking at Spencer.

He turns to face you, “According to tradition, beheading by sword was introduced to England by William the Conqueror in the 11th century. Death by the sword, in which the victim stood or knelt upright, was usually reserved for offenders of high rank, as it was considered to be the equivalent of being killed in battle (I actually received this information word for word from HERE so all credit to them. This is not my words, it’s directly quoted from the website,)” How did he know all this information word for word?

You nod, listening intently. The way his hands would wave around while he spoke, the glisten in his eyes and the way his lips were tugging at a smile. Rossi had already stopped listening when he heard Reid say ‘According to…” but you, you listened to him speak as if the world depended on it. You were captivated by how smart he was and how much information he could remember and speak back word for word. You knew you’d never be as smart as him, but Spencer was always telling you new things you’d never known and he never once would make you feel stupid, no matter how silly or stupid the question you asked was. He’d happily answer, a smile on his face. He liked talking to you about facts or statistics because he always knew you’d listen to him and you were one of the few who would let him rant, no matter what the topic was.

“Why would the victim stand or knelt upright?” You ask. It was such a dumb question to ask, but you wanted to hear him talk more.

“Well because a block would have impeded the downward stroke of the weapon.” He points to the victims, “However, these victims were beheaded using an ax, not a sword, which was actually the customary method of executing traitors in England.” Credit

You begin taking in the information, “Okay, so you think maybe these people could have been a traitor to the unsub somehow?”

He furrows his eyebrows in thought, “That’s actually a great assumption… I’ll have Garcia look at the victims and see what they all had in common. Great job, y/n.”

You blush and give a small shrug, “I guess I’m catching on.”

You were back at the precinct with the rest of the team, putting together their board for them. JJ and Emily helping pin photos of the victims and other relevant information. You glanced over your shoulder, Morgan and Reid by the table, going through case files.

“So, how’d today go with Spencer?” JJ asks, bumping hips with you.

“Oh that’s right! Hotch put you out in field with you and Rossi.” Emily smirked, wiggling her eyebrows, “So how was it?”

You blushed and shook your head, glancing back over your shoulder to make sure Spencer couldn’t hear. You turned back to the girls and leaned in close, whispering. “It was amazing.”

JJ laughed, “I figured you would enjoy being out in the field with him. That’s why I spoke to Hotch before getting on the jet”

Your eyes went wide, “You did what?!” You whispered yelled.

Emily patted your shoulder, “It’s okay. Hotch is all for it. You know, you and Reid” She laughs a little.

You groaned a little, “Stop.. I can’t believe you guys talked to Hotch.” You bit your lip a little, “It really was a good day though. I enjoyed seeing him work. He’s so smart and intelligent and just plain.. just plain sexy.”

“Oh gosh, you are so smitten with him.” JJ pinned the last photo on the board, “Why don’t you talk to him?”

You shake your head, “Oh no. He’s too smart and intelligent for me. Plus, he doesn’t like me like that. I think he has his eyes for that front desk lady.”

Emily and JJ both rolled their eyes, “He is not too smart and intelligent for you. You are so beautiful and he’d be crazy to not like you.” JJ says.

“Yeah and I know for sure he doesn’t have an eye for the front desk lady. I think she does, but he’s not interested. He’s too polite to tell her off.”

Spencer didn’t mean to ease drop on the conversation, but as soon as his ears heard his name, his ears perked up. He continued going through files with Morgan, but he listened in. He couldn’t help but blush a little when he heard you talk about him. He agreed with you, today was great. He enjoyed spending time with you in the field and you listening to his rants. Plus, your input about the unsub seeing the victims as a traitor, turned out to be true. The victims had one thing in common and they all attended game nights at the same bar. He silently thanked JJ and Emily for putting their nose in your business and asking Hotch to let you out on the field.

Case was solved, unsub was taken to jail and now you and the team were on the jet heading back home. It was an early flight and you hadn’t had time to get coffee but luckily there was a coffee maker on the jet. You headed into the little area where the coffee maker was and waited for the coffee to brew, leaning against the counter you let your eyes close for a second. You were going to need a nap later.

Spencer cleared his throat, “y/n?”

“Hmm?” you say looking up. When you see it’s Spencer, you immediately stand up a little straighter, “Hey, Spencer.” You blushed a little, motioning to the coffee maker, “Want me to make you a cup?”

He shakes his head and steps closer, “Maybe later.”

You nod, “Is there something else I can get you, then?”

“A date.”

Your eyes go wide, “A w-what?”

“A date.” His fingers tap on the counter and then he looks up at you, “I um don’t like the front desk lady. I like someone else.”

“Oh god. You heard that conversation…” You groan and cover your face in embarrassment, “I can’t believe you overheard that.”

He chuckles, taking your hands off your face, “I’m glad I did.. I wasn’t sure if you liked me. But now that I know that you like me back, I can ask you on a date.” His thumb rubs your hand, “So what do you say? Can I take you out on a date?”

You look down at y’all’s hands ‘his hands are so soft,’ and then back up at him, nodding, “I would love too, Spencer.”

He smiles, “Great.. so um dinner tonight then?”

“Sounds great.” You smile.

“Quit pushing me before they hear us!” Emily whisper yells.

“I want to listen too!” JJ whispers.

“Did your plan work?” Hotch’s voice.

“My man, Reid.” Morgan.

“How is it that Reid gets a woman but I can’t find my 4th wife?” Rossi.

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ladyxxdaydream · 4 years ago

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tagged by @stillnotovermylordsixth -- thanks for the tag! I've been feeling really inactive with my writing lately so this was a good way to start paying attention to it again (◠‿◠)

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!) See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening lines.

Then tag ten authors!

Fic titles are underlined and linked to the fic on my ao3, just in case any of them grab ya and you want to read it! ;D

1) Akihiko Kaji had sworn off love.

Love was nothing more than a shiny lure; bait on the end of a hook. Swallow it, and you were reeled in, gutted, and devoured.

He should have known better. (metanoia || akigetsu & akiharu fanfic)

2) Light snow fluttered down around them as they entered the winter festival, the first flakes since the season began. Konoha didn’t see much snow, and even if it did, it usually didn’t stick.

“What’s this line for?” Kakashi asked curiously, peering around the throng of people filing in front of a wooden kiosk. The words Kissing Booth were stenciled in red paint across the top. “Or rather who is this line f—” He cut himself off when he saw the prominent scar.

(kissing booth || kakayamairu)

3) Kakashi never showed much interest in anything aside from Icha Icha, but even that was exaggerated and calculated. It served several purposes: one, it provided an escape, building a wall between himself and the rest of the world; two, he simply loved it; and three, it allowed people something to fixate on and gossip about that wasn’t his actual life. (thought you'd never ask || kakairu)

4) A new child was being added to the shelter today. Dalma was standing in the door of the hut, introducing him as Kakashi. Iruka had heard stories about people as pale as the moon, who’d been sent by some god Iruka did not know. (déjà vu || kakairu)

5) “I’ve had one hell of a day,” Gekko said, falling into an open chair. “Can I join you guys?”

“You’re already seated,” Asuma said gruffly, puffing on a cigarette. He blew the smoke towards the ceiling, before snaking an arm around the back of Kurenai’s chair. She poked him in the knee beneath the table, a silent way to say be nice. (love me as you are || kakairu)

6) Kakashi was trying to keep his distance, and Iruka… well, Iruka was not. (full-stop || kakairu)

7) Kakashi slid his hands over Iruka’s shoulders and down his chest, placing a kiss to the nape of his neck. Iruka’s skin smelled strongly like the sun, despite his hair being damp from a shower. (busy || kakairu)

8) Kakashi paced their apartment nervously, his bare feet soundless and swift against the floor.

“I should go there,” he announced.

“Bad idea,” Pakkun replied lazily from the floor, his head resting on top of his front paws. “Iruka specifically told you not to.”

(perks of promotion || kakairu)

9) Iruka drank nearly half the beer Kakashi had sent him in one long swig. He didn’t mind the obvious attention Kakashi was giving him—the man was attractive and powerful to boot—but he did wonder why; he wondered if it was the same reason everyone else in this damn bar decided to notice him tonight. (perks of promotion || kakairu)

10) Iruka was putting on his wetsuit, reaching around to pull the long zipper up to the base of his neck. No matter how many times he’d done this over the past three years, he still felt nervous excitement every time. He threw his hair up into a tight bun, slipped the thin sliver whistle over his head, and closed his locker door.

(night at the aquarium || kakairu)

putting the rest under a cut!

11) Iruka clacked his stack of note cards against the desk’s surface, straightening them into a neat pile. He knew he wouldn’t use them but he made them anyway—it was a comfort thing. (brand new sound || kakairu)

12) Kakashi dropped his head into the pillow, dragging his fingers down Iruka’s back beneath his shirt as his boyfriend sucked his neck in a way that he knew would leave a mark.

“Wha—why,” Kakashi panted, “why are you stopping?” he asked when Iruka’s lips left his neck, clunking his forehead against Kakashi’s collarbone with a huff. (tonight you'll let me be your hands || kakairu)

13) Itachi got into his car, the leather seat cool against his legs through his linen pants. He turned on the radio with no need to change the channel. It’d been set to the same one for years — a mellow station that played classical composers and smooth jazz. When he pulled out of the driveway, he pushed on his bluetooth and spoke out loud:

“Hatake Kakashi.”

(tilt || itadei & kakairu)

14) Iruka buried his nose further into his scarf, his hands shoved deeply into his pockets as he walked briskly towards the bus stop. His car needed to be taken to the shop — something was wrong with the ignition. The engine whined hoarsely when he turned the key, but it never caught. He couldn’t bring himself to spend the money yet; money he definitely did not have. He knew he’d have to shell it out soon regardless, because winter was swiftly approaching.

(language gap || kakairu)

15) Iruka readjusted his messenger bag, positioning it so it no longer whacked against the back of his legs. Campus on a Saturday felt like a different universe. It was deserted, except for the few students who actually went to the library to study. He was usually one of them but that’s not where he was headed today. (i'll fall if you do || kakairu)

16) Iruka heard Kakashi come in, his footfalls uncharacteristically loud—the first indication that he was moping. Coming from Kakashi, that was the equivalent to dragging his feet. (pout || kakairu)

17) “I knew I recognized him,” Deidara squealed, tilting his phone towards Iruka to show him a photo. “It would totally make sense. The eye wrap must be concealing the scar. I’ve read they cover it with make-up for most of his movies.” (use your imagination || kakairu)

18) “Later!” Tomo screeched, making a beeline for the door.

“Tomo,” Iruka called, his stern voice echoing around the bathroom. Although he’d been appointed Headmaster at the Academy almost three years ago, his teacher's voice had refused to die. It usually worked, but his daughter was at the age where sometimes she would purposely misbehave, just to see what he would do in response. Thankfully, this wasn’t one of those times.

(cake substitution no jutsu || kakairu)

19) “Satisfied?” Kakashi chuckled, gently patting Tomo on the back again, despite her letting out a burp a second ago. He rocked from foot to foot in front of the window, bouncing her slightly.

Iruka watched his husband from the kitchen, his heart brimming with affection as he sipped at his tea. It had taken Kakashi the better part of a month to become completely comfortable with holding Tomo. The stiffness was gone from his body now, and his expression had shifted from panicked to serene. He also stopped taking Tomo’s crying as a personal insult, much to Iruka’s relief. Kakashi used to hand her off every time, convinced it was his fault, and that their now five month old daughter simply didn’t like him. (teething || kakairu)

20) Jokes came easily to Kakashi, whether or not people laughed at them was another thing entirely. With Iruka it was usually hit or miss. Sometimes he looked as if he was going to bust a lung, and it left Kakashi feeling victorious. Other times Iruka gave him the side-eye, and continued on with whatever he was doing. His team never really found him funny to begin with, and Yamato, well, he usually only laughed to be polite. (a new chapter || kakairu)

#kakairu #my fic #wow #looks like i mostly start with an action or a piece of dialogue O.o #this was fun and nostalgic #i havent been writing lately #and sometimes i wonder if it even matters ya'no?#idkkkk #love me as you are hit 500 kudso while i wasnt looking #and nata is 2 away from 700 #so tysm for that T-T truly #fic meme #writing meme #have a good day ppl #LOVE YOU #feel free to do the meme if you want #which i know is a lame cop out #but my brain is too fried to even think of one person to tag

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vaguely-concerned · 4 years ago

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The Mandalorian s2 ep1 Reactions Post That’s right I’m BACK

and none of you not even god himself can stop me from rambling about space cowboy dad and tiny green baby stuff for much longer than any sane person should

the TL;DR is that I still love this show SO MUCH, beware a bunch of spoilers under the cut!

- costume design wise I LOVE how badly the armour fits Cobb Vanth

especially when you get shots with him and Din side by side for contrast:

It’s not just that it’s clearly not made for him (it seems he’s a lot lankier and more wiry than Boba is), he simply doesn’t know how to wear it, and he doesn’t know how to take care of it, because he doesn’t know what it means. Remember when Din’s breastplate got bent completely out of shape by the mudhorn and he had it repaired to the best of his ability long before they even finished with the ship? That’s why he looks so grounded and natural in it and Vanth has sort of a clumsy Spiderman-in-his-first-home-made-costume air about him. (also Boba’s helmet has a beautiful heft and solidity to it in this, they make all the beskar have a Feel and weight to it, makes it feel important)

I like that Vanth is taller than Din; everything that drives home that Din’s strength doesn’t come from being naturally physically imposing or impressive is a joy to me

- Boba’s armour seems to be confirmed to be real beskar, which gives me so much hope that they’re doing something actually nuanced and interesting with Boba and Jango’s cultural identities as Mandalorians (whether they do consider themselves that or not, for example), unlike George Lucas’ inexplicable yet unbending stance of ‘They aren’t and never were lol get fucked Fetts’

the way the triumphant heroic part of the mando music sputtered and died when the man himself showed up tho... uh-oh this might be bad news

man but that’s a stunning and surprising way to introduce a well-known character divorced from what makes them so iconic, though, just from that I’m going to trust they know what they’re doing (AND they got temuera morrison back I’m so EXCITED!!!). without the armor there’s the face of someone who shared that face with literal millions and at the same time must be looking older than his father ever got to at this point, and that’s super interesting as a starting point to me. (I... guess there’s still a chance it’s a fakeout and that it’s actually another clone, but that would be such a letdown when they’ve already given us this haha)

- an excellent [mando sighs] moment

this opening scene did a great job of re-summarizing him for the audience -- establishing again that he gives you one chance at dealing with him fairly and if you insist on continuing to be an asshole about it, you’re toast, the fact that his fighting style is so much about being able to tank blows rather than not getting hit in the first place, the horror movie monster mando setup as he stalked the dude down and strung him up, the Poetic Justice predicated on some very careful word choices, and most importantly “where I go, he goes”... all wonderful, I’m sure I’ll watch this scene back for fine details and better looks at the background characters many many times

(word seems to have spread about him and the baby for real now, which makes me VERY nervous btw)

- Pulserifle’s back! Jetpack’s back! Razor Crest’s back! Grappling line’s back! PELLI’S BACK!!!!!! Tattooine... is also back *Finn voice* Why does everyone want to go back to Tattooine????

I really enjoyed the way they fleshed out and (for lack of a better word) humanized the sand people, though, if you are going back to this desert hellplanet again that is a worthy reason to do it

- Din swearing :O!! and one of the less egregious star wars swears too, I’m fine with this

- in campaign star wars news: I guess there was sort of both a binbon and a jubna in this ep! what a time to be alive

- as usual I love the jawa. a bright spot in any day, just a bunch of lil goblin-y friends hanging out having the best time loving sparkly crystals and rescuing silver foxes.

get in loser we’re going shopping

I uh. Do you think. Hm. Is there maybe a metaphor here somewhere. Is there perhaps a hidden, one may say double, meaning, at play, right here, in this image? Who can say, it’s just niggling at me (there’s a very similar set of shots with Toro in season 1, but seemingly the show went ‘I fear we might have gone too subtle with it, let’s amp it up this time’ over the season break loool)

honestly though this dynamic really highlighted everything I love about the ways Din performs masculinity. It’s so much softer and more community/collaboration focused and more comfortable to be around than Vanth’s version -- and Vanth isn’t a bad dude by any stretch of the imagination, it’s not hard to see why he’s like that considering where he’s from, he’s just such a... man. The lone person who can protect this village! The only man who’s got what it takes! It’s all on his shoulders and no one else’s, so do exactly as he says or he’ll put a hole in you! (I think it’s telling that one of his first comments to Din is ‘I’m sure you call the shots wherever you’re from, but ‘round here, I’m the person who tell folks what to do’, because as we as the audience knows, Din very much does not call the shots of where he’s from lol) I guess it says some nice things about the tribe of Mandos Din is from that this is how he approaches things, and it says some good things about Vanth how quickly he comes around to this smarter and less confrontational/domineering style of doing things once he’s been exposed to it and sees how it works. it’s just neat

(it’s smart of Favreau to set his ~*lone gunslinger*~ character up like this, too, it makes him so much more interesting and versatile)

- With the way Din says ‘a Mandalorian Armorer sent me on my path’ it does seem confirmed that’s the equivalent of a priest role or a sort of shaman -- I wonder if he knows the name of ‘The’ Armorer or if they take on the role as a whole identity

- the sheer contrast between the two people who wanted Din to take his helmet off for them in this ep tho... wants Mando’s armour off for horrible awful reasons and got exactly what he deserved:

wants Mando’s armour off for entirely sympathetic and understandable, just culturally uninformed, thirsty thirsty reasons & also having drinks together:

(the sort of... little lick over his bottom lip he does there? keep it in your pants vanth my GODjflsadf he’s a good dude tho he understands and respects the ‘no armour removal before marriage’ thing and backs down gracefully)

- This is a nuanced thing: I don’t think I actually ship it (not in a requited way from Din’s side, anyway, Vanth I’m 100% sure about lol), but the incredible potential for out-of-context-taking of “Take it off, or I will”/”...we doin’ this in front of the kid?” is uh astounding

(anyone got the vibe Vanth sort of had something with the bartender too? no just me? well well)

- I was never really scared Din was actually dead or hurt b/c baby wasn’t scared and I figure he’d know lol, a very useful fear barometer

- “What’s the plan?” “Take care of the child” “What are you gonna do?” “I don’t know, but wish me luck *yeets his new bro out of harm’s way before diving in head first himself*” fksdjhfkjlashdfkjsldahfkasldjhfskldajhfsadkjfh WHAT a summation of Din’s entire approach to battle & life, dad please you carry a not insignificant part of my heart around with you be careful

(Also with the heavy implication that Boba was watching the whole thing... can you imagine him just looking on as Din throws himself down that gullet like a madman. There must have been some ‘o_-7 *headscratch headscratch* ???’ going on for him there)

it’s kind of sweet that din trusts vanth will take care of the baby if something happens though, they really bonded quickly huh

- the sand people who kept willingly going over to the krayt dragon’s cave are honestly braver and more admirable than anyone else has ever been, I kept just shouting in anguish as they were gobbled up, they deserved better

- can we talk about how clear it still is that Din’s just... lonely. When he thinks he’s found another Mando and he sounds almost reverent with relief... and then it gets odder and odder (’uh... drinks? I guess... does he have drinking straws with him or -- HE’S TAKING THE HELMET OFF???’ oh buddy)

I wonder if they’re building towards something about him realizing it doesn’t have to be Mandos for him to trust and bond with people longer term? Basically all the characters he’s met and we’ve watched him form attachments to and get help from are non-Mandos -- Kuiil :’^(, Cara, Omera, Cobb Vanth, IG-11 :^’’(, Greef Karga to a degree. Establishing so firmly what he’s looking for this early would be good setup for a ‘what a character thinks they want vs. what they need’ thing later on just on a writing level, anyway, Boba Fett could bring in some interesting points of view about Mandalorianness too

- baby’s happy gurgles when he sees pelli!!!!!! din speaking sand people language and petting alligator doggies!!!!!!

- pedro pascal’s voice work remains an utter joy to me. din’s measured, earnest, occasionally slightly stilted way of talking is still so good, and then he does things like inserting some more... idk life is the wrong word but that more charged and dynamic tone he took on when he said (”I thought you weren’t a gambler”) “I’m not”. *chef kiss*

- if the pulse rifle’s stun is able to do that to a fuckn krayt dragon... that’s some serious shit din is carrying around with him lol (interestingly the actual shooty pew-pew part of it didn’t seem to do much to it, but then I guess he was shocking it from the inside out and not through thick hide, so idk)

- my only real complaints about this ep: Vanth’s backstory ran a bit long, and not enough baby & dad interaction. the concept art’s got me tho:

(din often wears his original/old armour in concept art still, incidentally, don’t know what that’s about)

awwwwwww

+ omfg ;______;

- this sand people person conscientiously brushing a bantha’s teeth... blessed

- Customary flame thrower report: there was a rare useful deployment of the flamethrower. Good job Mando’s flame thrower for furthering the field of diplomacy

ETA: I CAN’T BELIEVE I FORGOT TO MENTION THIS: DIN BEING COMFORTABLE(ISH) AROUND DROIDS NOW!!!! GROWTH????!?! IG-11 WE MISS YOU??????????

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #star wars #the mandalorian meta #meta #(I'm trying to label my meta more specifically these days b/c the general meta tag is a MESS on my blog lol)#mmmmmmmm feels good to break out the overanalysis goggles again it's time to OVERTHINK SOME SHIT my friends

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and-justice-for-zoisite · 4 years ago

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~Ocean Eyes~ (Benny Weir x Reader) Part 11

Series Masterlist // Official Masterlist

Summary: So, it’s on, and Benny is motivated as ever to protect you. But, when a group of awfully familiar faces are seen at school by you, the group decides that further measure must be taken immediately.

“Benny, didn’t they teach you about alcohol addiction in eighth grade? This isn’t safe!”

“For the last time Rory, it isn’t alcohol, it’s a potion!”

The night before the next Monday of school, you and Benny ended up successfully brewing the potion of protection and decided that it’d be best for the group to all drink some so no one was at risk of being cursed at school by Price, since she’d figured out what you all were and who was working to protect you. Now, the six of you were gathered at the jacaranda tree that you used to sit at alone, this time before school. Everyone understood, but Rory, as the good boy he was, had other thoughts.

“But isn’t potion like some sorta alcohol lingo?” He asked, Benny face palming as you giggled at the boy’s cautiousness. “Does alcohol glow and sparkle like this, Rory?” Benny asked as if the boy was stupid as he shook the bottle slightly, Rory tilting his head to the side as he thought. “I mean, yeah? I think...I-if you put a glow-stick in it! He’s tryna poison us guys!” Rory squealed to the other members of the group, Benny sighing loudly as the other group members either rolled their eyes or just looked at him like he was a moron. You calmed down your laughter and approached the blonde, placing a gentle hand on his arm which caught his attention immediately. “Rory, sweetie, I can promise you that it’s not alcohol, or an attempt to poison you all. It’s a potion that has a protection spell on it, and if we don’t take it, Price could curse us,” you explained, the boy seemingly calming down. “Well, if you say so, then I guess it’s okay...” he sighed, yourself smiling a little more as you stepped back over to Benny’s side, accidentally nudging him slightly. Benny had to ignore the warm feeling he got when you did that as he pulled the cork off of the bottle and passed the potion to Ethan, beginning his instructions. “Alright, all you’ll need is a swig of it, so pass it around. This stuff’ll last you a week, and will only protect you from simple curses. Well, I guess for vampires it’ll protect you from most curses,” he explained, Ethan waiting for him to finish before he took a swig of it. Once he had, he couldn’t help but cringe at the taste as he gulped the half-a-mouthful down reluctantly. “...wow, very...herbal,” he choked out, passing the bottle to Sarah who now looked reluctant herself to drink some. “Yeah dude, herbs are a wizard’s best friend. The only reason our love potion didn’t work is because we used too many overly magic ingredients, you gotta stay simple man,” Benny said, Sarah gulping down her share with a similar look to Ethan before passing it to Erica. “God, don’t remind me, that was a disaster,” Ethan sighed, Erica taking a decent gulp before she cringed. “Ugh, is that cinnamon?” she asked in a disgusted tone. “Yep! Cinnamon, basil, peppermint, and a few more just for luck,” Benny confirmed, the girl’s cringe deepening as she passed it to Rory. “Sounds like what my mom used to season a slab of roast beef one time. The taste was literally the equivalent to a chemical burn,” Rory said, straight after taking his share of the potion. Nearly as quick as he’d brought the bottle up to his lips did he bring it back down, immediately swallowing but beginning to cough and gag at the taste. “Oh god! The awful memories!” he wailed, yourself giggling at his dramatic outburst as you took the bottle from him. You swirled it around slightly, watching the green-orange serum swirl around with delicate ocean eyes before you brought the clear bottle up to your lips. Your reaction wasn’t nearly as dramatic as Rory’s, but your nose did end up scrunching up as you swallowed the liquid. “Hm, certainly interesting...” you rasped softly, passing the bottle to Benny who took his swig with little reaction. You assumed that this was because Evelyn would’ve brewed similar potions for the boy as a kid when he was sick or injured, but you didn’t let the thought stay on your mind for more than a few seconds as he placed the cork back on the bottle and tucked it into his shoulder-strap satchel. Just as he did, the school bell rang, causing the lot of you to turn to look toward the noise, at that god-forsaken high school. You were all standing up anyways, so you all began walking together.

“Alright, so if anyone sees any funky or suspicious action, report back, okay?”

Everyone agreed to Benny’s proposition, and from then on all you talked about on the way to class was nerd stuff. Stuff to take your mind off of this mess.

You took your seat next to Benny in homeroom, and the teacher at the front of the room waited for the class to calm down so he could call roll. But today, he didn’t start with calling roll, instead, he was introducing a new student. How that would turn your day upside down...

“Alright class, before I call roll, I’ve got a new student to introduce to you all,” the man began, turning toward the door and seemingly looking at someone who was outside, “you can come on in now, Miss Minerva.” That last name was familiar to you, but you couldn’t put your finger on as to how it was. That was until a young woman walked into the room, and you felt everything inside of you tip upside down. “Class, this is Ophelia Minerva, she’s from across the country and will be attending White-chapel High as of now.” You’d recognize that long, black hair and those bright green eyes from anywhere. Ophelia Minerva, the blood witch. She used to be Evelyn’s star pupil back when Evelyn taught in witchcraft school, the lady was on her way to becoming a powerful Earth Priestess, but she was bullied, and then Victoria Price came along and told her how she could deal with those who caused her pain. Price corrupted her, taught her blood magic. She was a key component in Price’s mission, extracting blood from any pure-blood she found. And although Ophelia was significantly younger than Price, she still worked well for her.

“Alright, Miss Minerva, would you like to take a seat?” The teacher asked, snapping you out of your shock. “Of course,” she replied in her silk-like voice, one that could fool anyone into thinking she was a sweet woman as she walked down one of the make-shift isles to find a seat.

As she did, she made a menacing eye contact with you. The second you saw her eyes flash red momentarily, you felt a gentle sense of dread poke you in the chest, and you couldn’t help but stare back with wide horrified eyes before she finally took her seat and faced the front. When she did, you instinctively reached over and gripped the sleeve of Benny’s collared shirt, startling the boy as he went to ask what was wrong, when you already had the answer, leaning over so you were just by his ear. “A blood witch...she works under Price,” you whispered as quietly as you could, as to not attract the attention of anyone else, especially Ophelia. “The last name Minerva sounds so familiar...” Benny whispered back, yourself nodding a little as you avoided looking at her. “Your grandmother knows her...Ophelia was one of her students...” you explained, leaning in a little closer, “If she’s here...the others are here too.” “The others?” Benny asked, yourself nodding, about to explain when Ophelia turned to look at the two of you. “Look, I’ll tell you at lunch...until then, keep lookout,” you finalized, the boy nodding as you returned to sitting in your seat properly, glaring at the black-haired witch while she simply smirked.

Just how many did Price round up?

A body came crashing into yours, one that you had wrongly assumed was a jock at first since it nearly knocked you from off your feet, especially since the locker filled hallways was always the setting in which they picked on you. But what you and Benny had found instead was a shaken looking Ethan followed by Rory who wasn’t too close behind him. You were momentarily confused, since lunch had rolled around and usually the boys were excited for lunch, but you had a sick feeling in your gut that told you that you knew what he was gonna say.

“Woah, what’s wrong dude?” Benny asked his friend, you steadying yourself and the boy as Ethan looked between the two of you. “I-I had a vision when the new girl in my homeroom brushed past me. She’s working with Price,” He managed to quaver out, your sick feeling only growing as he explained the situation. “It’s a shame really, she’s a mega babe,” Rory sighed sorrowfully, Benny nudging him hard in the arm as you placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “What did she look like?” You asked, the brunette looking down at you as he remembered the appearance of the young lady. “Uh, brown hair, blue eyes, maybe the same height as me. She had a small scar on one of her cheeks,” he explained shakily, yourself looking down as you matched the description to a memory. “Amalphia...” You whispered, taking your hand off of the boy as you turned away from the group. “Who?” Benny asked, yourself turning back to the group as you gnawed on your thumb. “Amalphia Evanora...she’s not the worst, but...she’s still got quite the reputation. She had a blue charm around her neck, right?” You asked Ethan, the boy nodding as he pulled on the collar of his shirt. “Yeah, with a silver chain,” he clarified, yourself nodding as you took your thumb away from your mouth and crossed your arms tightly. “She could still do quite a lot without it, but that’s her main power source,” you said, looking between the three boys, “sorcière de la lune...a moon witch. She’s french, and French witches are notorious for their beauty and healing powers. But, just like the other younger witch, she was corrupted. That poor girl...” Before you could continue, the two other girls of your group joined you, a little too casual given the current situation. “Hey guys, we just got two newbies in our homeroom,” Sarah said, your gut only sinking lower and lower as everyone in the group joined together. “What were their names?” You asked, a little too frantic. It freaked the two girls out slightly, but Sarah still tried to answer in a calm tone. “I don’t know, they were weird names...El-something and Isabelle maybe?” “This can’t be happening...” you mumbled in a panicked tone as you covered your face with your hands and leaned your forehead against the nearest locker, confusing Sarah and Erica. “What’s wrong?” Sarah asked, yourself turning back around as you moved your hands to the sides of your head and through your hair. “Elspeth Opal and Ishbelle Syrma. They’re witches, they work under Price. Perhaps some of the worst she could’ve called on...” you sighed, your hands coming down to cross with your arms across your chest once more, “Elspeth is a voodoo witch and Ishbelle is a shadow witch. Their powers combined are some of the most dangerous magic I’ve ever seen in my long life. Those two weren’t corrupted like the other two, they were born like that...” You explained, causing the confusion to grow between Sarah and Erica. “Other two?” Erica asked, yourself nodding as you walked a little closer to the group. “There’s one in mine and Benny’s homeroom and another in Ethan and Rory’s...they’re all working under Price, and there could easily be more,” Your arms uncrossed, but you rubbed your sides as if it were cold, “Price would’ve made some changes to their enrollments and put them in all of our classes. Not only is she keeping an eye on us, she’s trying to corner us, they’ll get closer to seizing us with each and every passing day, until they pounce on our weakened versions and we’re done for.” “Well, we’re gonna take them down before they get to that stage. We’ll do whatever it takes,” Benny stated confidently, the others agreeing as you leaned back against the locker, this time facing them. “A lot’s going to be have to done just to keep them at bay. This whole ordeal is going to be extremely dangerous,” you began, pushing yourself off of the locker once again and approaching the group, placing your hands on the two closest people to you but looking sincerely to the entire group, “are you guys sure you want to go through with this? There’s...there’s a chance you won’t make it, and I can just easily move so Price can’t hurt you guys. I just...I want you all to be sure of what you’re doing.” There was long silence, and everyone in the group looked between each other. You thought that they were just thinking, when really they were wondering if everyone was thinking the same thought that they were, and eventually, Sarah spoke up. “(Y/n), you’re crazy if you think we’re gonna let you fight this battle alone,” she said, Erica smiling as she placed a hand on Sarah’s shoulder. “Yeah, what did I say about moral feminine support? We’re sisters, us girl’s gotta stick together,” the blonde said, your smile beginning to show as the boys now joined in on the support. “And just because we’re huge wimps, it doesn’t mean us dudes are going anywhere either,” Ethan said with a small smile upon his face, Rory bursting in between the two of you as his flamboyant side took over. “I’d do literally anything for you (Y/n). See, I may be and idiot, but I’m not stupid (I’m sorry but I just had to),” he said as he threw an arm around your shoulder, causing your smile to widen much more as you nearly began tearing up. Rory pulled his arm back away, and that was when Benny placed a hand on your shoulder, and there again was that lovely warm feeling. He looked you in the eye, and noticed the way your oceans changed. They jumped a little, almost excitedly, and then they seemed to calm down. “We’ve made up our minds, (Y/n). We’re not changing for the world,” He said, just above a whisper. You couldn’t help but sigh in happiness as you opened your arms wide, looking between the five of them with teary eyes. “Alright, come here you guys,” You said in a happily shaky voice, the group all immediately laughing or smiling as they all came in and shared a giant group hug with you.

And that was when you felt love at it’s greatest. You had really found home that time around. And your only motive was to protect it.

“Alright, there’s no stuffing around in this kitchen. One wrong move could cause something absolutely catastrophic so follow the recipes exactly. Am I clear?”

There was a murmur of agreement throughout the group, and you smiled in satisfaction, looking up at Benny who was stood beside you in front of the lined up group of the rest of your friends. They all were clad in aprons and rubber gloves, while Benny saw it necessary to wear a chef’s hat. You were all in the Weir kitchen, without the assistance of Evelyn since she was in the next few towns until Wednesday, but she did promise to bring back some stronger items of magic. For now, you just needed to stick to the basics, potions and spells. Evelyn had also told you that once she came back, she’d supply you all with weapons, based off of your abilities and skills. You needed to be prepared, even for battle if it came to it, which you knew it eventually would. This afternoon would be a long one.

“Oki-Doki. I’ve written up the recipes that I’m entrusting to each of you. Once you’re done with one, come back for another,” You started at Ethan, handing him a paper, “Ethan, you’re on witch-away spray,” He nodded and you moved on to Sarah, “Sarah, casting sleep,” She took it with a nod and Erica was next, “Erica, herbal poison,” She nodded before you finally moved onto Rory, handing him his paper, “Rory, a binding potion. Be careful, please,” You pleaded, the boy nodding with a short giggled before you joined Benny’s side once more. “Alright everyone, don’t put anything into a brew unless you’re absolutely sure it is what it is, and if you’re not then ask either Benny or I. Once you’re done mixing, one of us will take care of the magic side of things. Any questions?” You asked, the group looking between each other before shaking their heads no, to which you smiled and clapped twice, “Goodio, let’s get to work gang.”

With that, you all headed to your designated counter spaces and got to work, reading your pages and grabbing the things you’d need. You were placed in between Benny and Rory, mainly because you weren’t confident in Rory’s ability to mix everything correctly. Benny was made to make strength potions while you would make healing potions, since you needn’t forget about the regeneration side of things. The evening went by surprisingly fast, filled with witty yet cheerful banter among the lot of you, the only mishaps being Rory either knocking something, to which either you or Benny came in last minute to catch, or the same blonde nearly mixing in the wrong ingredient - the boy almost turned himself into a squirrel. Nevertheless, it was a lovely evening, and the lot of you seemed to enjoy it thoroughly.

After you had all conjured up a decent amount of potions successfully, you all collapsed onto the couch in the Weir’s living room, you in between Benny and Sarah but seemingly instinctively leaning into Benny tiredly. He also began acting on strange instincts, and wrapped an arm around you to pull you in closer to him. Neither of you questioned it as the boy grabbed the remote from the arm of the sofa and turned on the tv. It was set to the same channel that it usually was, the one that showed all of the sci-fi tv-shows and movies that the boys enjoyed. Doing that showed a familiar film on your part, one you hadn’t seen in quite a while, your eyes widening as you sat up slightly.

“Woah, Alien? I haven’t seen that movie in ages,” you said, watching as the opening title played on the screen as it did for all of the alien movies. “Weird, they don’t usually play excessively gory movies on this channel,” Benny said, recognising the film just as fast as you did. “I mean, it is late dude, and they gotta cater to the adult nerds too,” Ethan said, semi-excited since he enjoyed this movie the last time he saw it. “How gory is it?” Sarah asked, since she and Erica hadn’t ever watched the movie before. “As gory as aliens busting out of chest cavities and then ripping people apart gets,” Rory added dramatically, Erica cringing as she pulled out her phone. “Gross. I’m gonna go catch dinner,” she said as she got up from the couch and began heading for the door, “I’ll catch you guys later.” “Wait up, Erica. I gotta go too, I’ve gotta study for a biology exam,” Sarah said as she, too, stood up from the sofa, brushing herself off before she joined Erica, “Seeya later, guys.” Everyone remaining fare-welled the two girls before they left, leaving the four to begin to watch their movie. Benny pulled out his phone, in preparation to call the pizza shop in town, “Alright, I’m gonna order us a pizza, what do you guys want?”

Evelyn sighed as she took in the scene before her in her living room. She’d come home two days early just to see this. Rory was sprawled out on the floor like a starfish with his head in an empty pizza box, Ethan was upside down on the couch, with his head and arms hanging off the front, and you and Benny were curled up neatly together beside him, you nestled deep within the boy’s arms. The tv was still running on the same channel as it had been when you guys were watching Alien, except instead the movie that was now playing was the 1984 The Terminator, movies that were usually frowned upon by Evelyn for the violent nature, but she always told herself, boys will be boys, she knows her Benny would never act out just for watching one of these films, he was too smart for that. The old woman sighed as she used her magic to pull some blankets from a nearby cupboard, placing them over the group before she headed to the kitchen, intending on placing the ingredients she had collected away for safe-keeping. That was when she sensed a presence, one that was just outside of her kitchen window, and she froze mid-way placing a jar into the herb cabinet. With her eyes only, she looked across to the transparent pane that hung above her silver faucet, slowly, surely. What immediately caught her attention was the small fogged up patch on the other side, and then the finger that was drawing through the host’s own breath. They were writing in a language that sparked confusion in her mind, an action language that hadn’t been heard of or used since the pure-blood demon race went into hiding. It was their native language. That tongue had last been used when you went to elementary school before they switched over to Latin to accommodate any other species they were to come into contact with. That turned out to be a mistake.

Evelyn slowly brought her hand down and dampened her lips.

“Ut intrusus,” she mumbled, concentrating all the energy she could on the person who was outside of the window. When they went to touch the glass again, their finger was zapped with a green burst of energy, and they knew that they had been found out. As quick as they could, they fled from the scene and Evelyn rushed to the window to try and catch sight of them. Unfortunately, they got away before she saw who it was, but only a few moments after did another thing become subject for concern.

Burnt into the window pane was the symbols of the language of the native pure-blood demons, ones that Evelyn came to lose the ability to read since she hadn’t done so in a long time. Her fingers traced the engraved word, it almost looked like it was unfinished. She hoped it was unfinished anyways. It was most likely a sort of curse that was being put upon the house, so the old woman immediately rushed back to her cabinet and reached for her jar of sage. She’d burn some around the house just to be safe, and ask you about the writing on the window in the morning.

So, with a feather and a bowl of burning sage, she wafted the smoke around the house as best she could, and for the rest of the night she stayed up, watching over the teenagers that were asleep in the lounge room to keep them from any danger that may threaten the household.

“So...you say that they were just...here and then gone?”

“Yes, they just breathed on the glass and wrote.”

You, Evelyn and the boys, Ethan and Benny were gathered around the faucet, staring at the window above, Rory having gone home to change for school but Ethan being able to stay because he always left spare clothes at his best friend’s house. Evelyn was hoping that you’d be able to understand what had been written on the glass, but unfortunately you were a little too young too remember any of the old tongue, they had stopped teaching it after you finished elementary school.

“Do you remember even the tiniest bit? Could you make out any of the letters even?” Evelyn asked, yourself pinching your own chin as you stared, perplexed at the burnt on markings. “Unfortunately, I don’t. I mean, I know enough to know that that isn’t a finish word. I’d have to read through old handbooks that the elders gave me as a child, but until I can find them the writing is as good to me as it is to you,” you sighed, your eyes running over each and every little engraving as you tried to think deeper. “...what if I touched it?” You and Evelyn turned around at the sheepish voice to see that it was Ethan who asked, “I might get a vision.” You and Evelyn looked between each other, seemingly questioning whether that was such a good idea since you weren’t even sure what the word said. But what other option did you have? You either find out what it is through Ethan or you find out when it’s too late. You opted for the first option, and the two of you stepped to the side to allow the boy to get past.

Ethan took steady steps up to the glass pane, giving it a good look down before he did anything. It was in the center, almost perfectly, strange symbols to his seer eyes. His hand reached toward it, slowly, cautiously. He allowed it to hover over it for a moment, and he swore he could feel some sort of strange energy coming from it. Like...cold, but...very evil. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Ethan let his hand press against the glass. Everyone expected him to stiffen up with glazed over eyes, but instead, the boy collapsed the second his fingertips made contact.

Panic immediately set in as Evelyn and the other two teens dropped to either side of him, the older woman calmer than you and Benny for the reason that she had a possible explanation.

“Ethan?? Ethan what’s wrong??” Benny asked, as he shook his friend’s shoulder, only to get no response as you looked between the unconscious boy and Evelyn. “Evelyn, what’s happening to him??” You asked in a shaky voice, the woman brushing the hair out of the boy’s face to reveal his eyes were white like they usually were when he had visions, but the collapsing part of things was very abnormal. “He’s...he’s astral projecting. I don’t know how, he’s not supposed to be able to use that ability until he’s 17,” she explained, Benny’s concern softening but still evident as he looked at his grandmother. “Astral projecting?” He asked, the woman nodding as she looked back down at Ethan. “He’s having an out of body experience. It’s rare for a seer his age to be able to use this ability, especially with how inexperienced he is with his power,” she explained, sighing as she shook her head, “I’m really hoping that this wasn’t a trap...”

He felt so strangely light, so...empty. His vision was blurred, unusual, otherworldly. But above all, it was his greatest source of fear in that moment.

Ethan took the time to look around, although at first when he did, his changed vision made him feel very sick and nauseous. But once he’d become accustomed to the way he saw now, he was able to make out a setting. He was stationed in a room, one that had the singular light source of a naked flickering bulb that hung from the ceiling. And centering the room was a person in a chair. A man it seems, clad in a dirty worn black hood with the collar of a white-button up shirt just peeking out from under it, making it so that Ethan couldn’t see his face. He couldn’t have gotten up like any other person sitting in a chair could’ve, that was because he was bound by chains that glowed like they had some sort of enchantment on them, although Ethan wasn’t going to rule that out as a possibility. That would’ve meant that the person sitting in the chair couldn’t be held by any old chains, they clearly had power that could surpass such simple material.

The slam of a doorknob against a wall behind Ethan startled him as he swiftly jumped to turn around. He almost screamed when he saw the likes of the witch Victoria Price entering the room. However, she didn’t seem to see him, like he was a ghost or something along the lines. Instead, she walked straight past him and to the man in the chair in the center of the room, grabbing the collar of his shirt roughly and pulling him forward, close to her face.

“Do you know what you’ve done??” She asked in an angered tone, the man not responding in any way as she continued, “You’ve compromised the mission! All because you couldn’t finish a simple spell, now where does that put us?” “...you’re really throwing a tantrum over such a triviality? I’m sure you’ll recover-” The sound of skin meeting skin filled the air and it was evident that Price had slapped the man in the chair, silencing him as her anger only grew. “You dare speak to me in that tone? Maybe you’re forgetting where you stand, scum. You’re nothing but a pawn. My pawn. You give me what I want and I’ll give you what you want, but that won’t happen unless you do exactly as I say. You do want her back, don’t you?”

There was a long silence, but the man slowly looked up to the woman, revealing to Ethan that he was wearing an eye-patch. That wasn’t what caught his attention though. What caught his attention was the uncovered eye, the way it glowed blue like he’d seen yours.

“You expect me to want to cooperate when you’ve tried to kill her multiple times? You promised me her life for one of her eyes and a pint of her blood, yet you threaten her life with each passing day. I don’t know why you won’t just take my other eye and leave her be. I’m here, I’m offering, I’m not fighting. You truly are a choosing beggar,” the man contradicted her statement, causing her frown to deepen as she straightened her posture and stared down at him. “I never tried to kill her, I tried to make her think that she was going to die to scare her,” Price clarified. “And what is that going to achieve? She’ll only continue to run from you if she knows that she’s going to die once you have her,” the man said, Price sighing as she turned so her back was facing him. “Except she won’t die, that was the deal.” The man scoffed as he looked back down. “I hope you can keep your promise, after all, it’s not like you haven’t broken one in the past.” Victoria turned her head slightly, chucking him a glance before she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her much gentler than she had when she’d entered the room.

Ethan simply stood there, processing their conversation. They weren’t talking about you, were they? And if they were...who is the man in the chair and...why does he want you back? With all of these questions swirling in his mind, he was startled at the sound of a voice.

“I see you, seer.”

A/N: Okay, so I’m keeping a consistent feed. Strange, I know, but I’m actually determined to write again. This story is finally taking a turn in the right direction, and to be completely honest with y’all, I already have the ending of it sorted out in my mind, but I’m making up the gap in between as I go. So, I hope everyone’s still enjoying it. Stay tuned!

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thewhiterabbit42 · 7 years ago

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I agree SO MUCH work how you feel about Gabriel's return. I just pray to anyone willing to listen that he hasn't been in captivity the whole time. Because yes, being captured in hell for three years would suck, but if he's been down in hell since season 5.... It would feel like the equivalence of 960 years of torture. I want my golden-haired-hero to get better and fudging get revenge, and be happy again! I don't want him to be a broken shell of an angel. That would quite possibly kill me.

When I think of the possibility of Gabriel being in Hell for an extended period of time, and how much time that actually amounts to, and how much he could have endured…

I STILL CAN’T GET OVER HIS LIPS. DON’T MAKE ME THINK ABOUT HOW LONG THEY’VE BEEN THAT WAY.

There are a ton of theories out there and many of them are viable, but I’d like to believe that Gabriel has not been down there since Season 5. Crowley would have utilized him, if not for personal gain than definitely in Season 11 to save the world.

I’m playing with the idea of just how long he’s been in captivity at arm’s length because the way I head cannon Gabriel is that the worst thing you could do to him is cage him, and there’s two parts to this.

Freedom: This is the only constant he’s ever had. He’s learned to cope with all the failed relationships and family fuckery by doing what he wants, when he wants, and making himself feel good. He’s not selfish or purely hedonistic. In the first three episodes he was in, he’s shown us great depth of character. But his existence is based around sating his urging and conjuring what he desires on a whim.

Control: Gabriel remembers what it’s like to feel helpless. There was nothing he could do to stop his family from falling apart. He couldn’t stop his father from putting Lucifer in a cage or stop Chuck from taking off. And don’t even get me started on him having to live with the knowledge that he would have to watch his brothers try to kill each other one day. Because their father said it had to happen. So there could be paradise. For everyone else. Except them. Because paradise or not, you just watched your sibling gut your other sibling. (Fuck you, Chuck. Seriously. Go sit on a cactus).

Anywho, Gabriel likes to be in control and he’s good at it. He’s smart. He’s strategic. He’s got an arsenal of tricks up his sleeve, and if all else fails, he runs.

There’s also the element that being something so powerful, there aren’t a lot of situations where you do feel helpless. He’s designed to be Heaven’s fiercest weapon and nothing else in existence outside of his family can match him. He’s never had to heel for anyone. He’s refused to, and like his siblings he’s also proud. there’s also the fact that Gabriel’s personality has deviated so far from their initial construct to be dutiful and follow their father’s orders that there’s little to nothing left of that. He’s truly his own person without anything restricting him.

Someone like Gabriel is not meant to be caged. In some ways, it would be kinder to kill him than to have him slowly go insane. And right now? He has to be feeling it. He’s not only in chains. He’s not only in a cell. He’s a prisoner inside his own vessel. With his mouth sewn shut, he can’t even escape that.

So yeah. This is why I struggle with him being in captivity for an extended period of time.

#Anonymous #spn spoilers #season 13 #Gabriel lives

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vampirecatboy · 6 years ago

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18, 20, 24, 29, 38, 44, 50 ( about Danny, Veryn and Kezaat)

ooh yay, my dearest children!

read more because i wrote a lot about them lol

What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else

Danny: he’s all about sci-fi and spec fic for books, tv, and movies; for video games he’s a sucker for shooters, but only if they have like, a decent amount of story; music-wise, he and i have similar tastes, he can listen to almost anything but prefers pop punk and alt rock

Veryn: she’s not much of a reader, not because she doesn’t like it, she just can’t concentrate, but for tv and movies she likes high fantasy; she exclusively plays rpgs, typically story-based, but she’ll do a shooter from time to time; with music her favorite thing to listen to is old electronica from a specific region on her planet that i haven’t named yet lol

Kezaat: he reads a lot, usually mysteries and crime noir novels, but he’ll read some romance/erotica from time to time; he’s not much for watching tv or movies, but when he does it’s more crime dramas; he’s not super into video games, but whenever Veryn needs another player for something he’ll join in cause why not lol; he likes older music, like his culture’s equivalent of classic jazz, but Danny has introduced him to this stuff called “disco” and he’s starting to like that too

Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes?

Danny: he’s indifferent to most musicals, but he did have a Phantom of the Opera phase for like 6 months in middle school; music in general, he loves. he actually plays guitar (i always forget because it never comes up lol), and he’s a mediocre pianist; he will absolutely dance to his favorite song, which changes periodically but it is always dance-able, and if any of his friends are with him he’ll lip sync at them (he’s really into performing for someone who isn’t into theatre lol)

Veryn: musicals aren’t really her thing, she likes to daydream to music, and that’s kind of hard to do with show tunes (at least the ones she’s heard); her music is very important to her, since she often uses it to drown out excessive noise, and it helps her concentrate with her writing; she isn’t much of a dancer, and most of her favorite songs have no lyrics, but she’ll like, tap her fingers to the beat and other subtle things like that

Kezaat: he legit doesn’t know what a musical is, no one he knows likes them enough to talk about them lol; he likes his music though, it fills the time, and when he’s working (he’s an escort) it often helps set the mood lol; his favorite songs also don’t have lyrics, but he’ll dance (more so when he’s alone)

What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?

Danny: hoo boy, well, Danny usually gets around 8 hours, which is good, but that 8 hours is like, 3-11 in the morning. he likes a pretty firm mattress, but lots of pillows and blankets. he likes to burrow. also one other thing: if you sleep next to him, you will get kicked and/or elbowed multiple times

Veryn: it’s not so much of a pattern as a uhhh… i mean, she sleeps sometimes lol, for anywhere from 4 to 12 hours, on a soft mattress with one pillow for her head and another to cuddle

Kezaat: by far he has the healthiest sleep schedule, 8 to 10 hours a night, always around the same time. and he likes memory foam mattresses

What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective?

Danny: if it’s very weird and specific (ex: my fear of being eaten alive by a giant beast lol) he might tease them, but he’s usually very understanding. with their permission he would even try to help them overcome that fear if possible

Veryn: she doesn’t tease anyone about fears. period. she has many fears, a lot of them irrational. she understands that people can be afraid of literally anything, and no matter how nonthreatening something is, if a person is afraid of it, they have a reason

Kezaat: he’s pretty similar to Veryn here, he also doesn’t tease people about fears, he likes to make people feel comfortable, and teasing them about something they’re scared of doesn’t help do that

What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had?

Danny: he really admires confidence, because despite how he acts, he’s constantly second-guessing himself. as for talents, i mean, it’s not much of a talent, but he wishes he had better handwriting, because his is really bad and he knows it

Veryn: she admires other peoples’ ability to be sociable and outgoing, since she’s so shy herself, and she wishes she could learn how to carry on a conversation more easily, instead of relying on the other person to come up with something to say

Kezaat: he admires kindness, he grew up in a rough situation, and he deals with a lot of mean and unpleasant people, so seeing someone just be nice for no reason is so refreshing. and for any talents? um, i don’t know, i think he’d like to continue improving on the talents he already has

What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most?

Danny: his favorite is fall, specifically the beginning of fall, when it’s still kind of warm, and he likes sunshine. he’s better when it warmer, but he’s pretty adaptable. unless it’s overly humid, in which case he will not shut up about how disgusting he feels lol

Veryn: she’s a winter girl, and she likes overcast and snowy weather. she’s best in the cold. unsurprisingly, she complains most about heat (or anything over 60 degrees lol)

Kezaat: he likes summer, and he likes it to be warm and humid, he’s also partial to rain. he’s cold-blooded, so he’s way better in the heat, and he complains most about cold, but dry heat is also a pain for him

If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

Danny: his top priority would be having something to keep him entertained, or at least keep him busy, so like a rubiks cube comes to mind? maybe a fidget spinner lol. in all seriousness he might bring a couple books or graphic novels. he’d also want to have some way to communicate with people, so his phone. he’d bring his guitar too, that’s something else to do.

Veryn: everything, absolutely everything is in her laptop, music, things to do, ways to contact people… her priorities are basically the same as Danny’s, because like him, she gets bored very easily. she’d also bring food because she’s reasonable

Kezaat: some way to listen to music, something to draw in/on, maybe an object of the uhhh nsfw variety because like… idk that’s something to do and it’s something he would do and self love is important and blah blah you know, and he might throw in a book

#i spent like 3 hours on this sorry it took so long!!#i love talking about them so much #oc talk

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katie-dub · 7 years ago

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The Most Wonderful Time of the Year: Operation Secret Santa

Killian gets Emma for their Secret Santa, the only trouble is, he’s never met her before.

Before you start wondering if you have deja vu, yes, this is the same prompt as yesterday. My brain saw two different paths the story could take and I wanted to write both #SorryNotSorry.

Yesterday I credited @xemmaloveskillianx with inspiring the original idea with her story Secret Santa. Today I’ve got to show some love to some banter-loving ladies who inspired me to up my banter game with this one shot. I don’t do it as well as any of them, but I try:

@welllpthisishappening for To Make The Season Bright

@blessed-but-distressed for The Morning After The Night Before

@lovethatshit for All I Want For Christmas Is…

AO3

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11 | Day 12

Operation Secret Santa

Emma Swan.

Killian read the words and groaned. He had obviously made the naughty list this year. He had definitely, quite specifically told Santa that for Christmas he wanted anything but being Emma Swan’s Secret Santa.

He knew he should’ve put in a written request instead of just sending his wishes out into the universe. A letter to the North Pole probably would’ve been more effective. (Although who was to say he wouldn’t still have ended up with the Secret Santa equivalent of coal in his stocking?)

He had nothing against her - but, as of yet, he hadn’t met her, which made buying any kind of decent gift for her somewhat problematic.

And her “wish list” consisted of just one word: chocolate? If worse came to worst he guessed he could always just buy 25 bucks worth of Christmas chocolate and hope for the best, but she didn’t seem all that certain that she even wanted it, so it felt like a risky move.

There was only one thing for it: Killian was just going to have to befriend the elusive Emma Swan.

Drinks Friday @ Aesop’s Tables? He messaged their group chat. He could do this. He could get to know Emma. He could discover what her heart desired and give it to her (as long as it cost $25 or less).

Operation Secret Santa was on.

Emma wasn’t coming. Of course. This was the reason for his predicament in the first place: when your job involves working nights it’s hard to socialise with people who work in the day. Still though, he could enjoy a fun night with his friends and make alternative arrangements to meet Miss Swan.

Somehow.

He was settled in a booth with David, Mary Margaret, Robin, Regina and Belle when he was temporarily distracted by a blonde bombshell in a figure hugging dress.

“Play your card, Killian!” Robin said, nudging him hard in the side. They were playing Cards Against Humanity and he had been debating whether “Jesus is -” “gift wrapping a live hamster” or “taking down Santa with a surface-to-air missile”. He turned his attention back to the game and picked his card.

“What are you guys playing?”

He looked up at the unfamiliar voice. The bombshell was standing next to them, leaning forward to take a look at their game. He licked his lips involuntarily at the sight of her, oh yes, things were about to get interesting.

“Emma!” David cried, already cruising past tipsy and well into full on drunk territory and it had only just turned 8. He tried to stand up, but was thwarted by the table and instead pulled her down into the booth beside him, kissing her on the cheek.

Killian frowned at the display, was this beauty Emma Swan? If not, he couldn’t quite understand either David’s actions or Mary Margaret’s lack of reaction.

“Killian!” Dave interrupted his train of thought. “Have you met Emma?”

“Swan?” he asked, uncertain if he wanted the answer to be yes or no. On the one hand, he would enjoy nothing more than to get to know this enchantress. On the other, she was his best mate’s sister and he was fairly certain he’d get a punching for so much as looking at her funny.

“Guilty as charged. And you must be Killian Jones, my brother’s new boyfriend.”

David nodded but then processing what she said, shook his head. “What Killian and I have is a bromance for the ages, but nothing more. My dearest Mary Margaret is the only one for me.”

“More’s the pity,” Killian said sincerely. Emma laughed and he caught her eye, enjoying the twinkle of mischief he saw there. Oh man, was he in trouble.

Killian was definitely in trouble. He hadn’t realised that tonight Aesop’s Tables was branching out with “Christmasoke”. He waited at the bar, cringing as David warbled his way through “All I Want for Christmas is You” to a ridiculously happy Mary Margaret.

The trouble wasn’t that he couldn’t sing - Dave had a disturbingly attractive singing voice that had almost Killian questioning his sexuality - more that he was too drunk to remember the words or read them on the screen. He also seemed to be attempting some kind of ill-advised dance routine to add a little pizzazz to his performance and Killian was slightly concerned that he was going to break a bone.

“This is your fault.” Emma was nodding towards David with a look of disgust on her face.

“How do you figure?”

“You suggested this place.”

“I didn’t know this was going to happen and believe me, I didn’t force your brother to perform.” He watched in mild horror as David hit the final high note with alarming clarity and nearly fell off the karaoke platform attempting to bow.

“Still. I think you owe me.” He turned his full attention to Emma with a wide grin, intrigued by the suggestion.

“Oh yeah?” He leaned in a little closer. “And what exactly is it that I owe you?”

“Alcohol. Lots of it.”

“Your wish is my command,” he said with a grin, motioning to the bartender for another drink.

“Every time someone massacres Mariah tonight, I expect another drink.”

“Are you sure that your liver can take that much alcohol? I don’t want to poison you.”

“I will welcome death with open arms.”

He laughed at the melodramatic statement. “You seem to feel very strongly about festive tunes.”

“Festive songs are barely tolerable as it is. Can’t have people with their poor cover versions and shitty karaoke renditions destroying the classics.”

“Very true, love. OK, we have a deal. Every time a classic dies, you get a drink.”

“Good man.”

Killian had his arms wrapped around Emma’s waist and was holding her steady as she attempted to open her front door. He wished that this was in the context of having been invited for a nightcap, but it was simply a consequence of 5 renditions of All I Want for Christmas is You, 3 of Jingle Bell Rock and a particularly terrible performance of White Christmas.

Emma Swan was messy drunk and having supplied most of her drinks he felt the need to ensure that she got home safely. He was fairly certain that David would kill him if he didn’t.

When it became apparent that she wasn’t able to unlock her door without help, he wrapped his hand around hers, guiding the key towards the lock. Between them they stumbled into her apartment. He tried to release her once she was through the door, but when she nearly fell over he picked her up in a bridal lift.

She giggled and he felt weak-kneed. He was definitely going to blame the rum for that, although the truth was that Emma giggling just did things to him.

She pointed him in the direction of her room and he carried her there. He carefully placed her down and deliberately ignored the way her dress had ridden up her thighs. He moved to go get her a drink, when she grabbed hold of his lapels and pulled him in for a kiss.

It was messy. A little too much teeth and not enough finesse but she was pulling him in as though desperate for him. And he wanted that so much. But… This wasn’t right.

He pulled back from her and she let go of him and dropped back against her bed. “That was…” he panted and broke off, unsure of how to continue. Unexpected? Definitely. Hot? Yes. A terrible move? Oh, absolutely.

“Thanks, Killian,” Emma mumbled and closed her eyes. He left her room in search of water intending to make her drink some before she fell asleep. However by the time he returned she was passed out and so he set down the glass on her bedside table, covered her with her blanket and left her to sleep.

Killian stood at Emma’s door, hot drinks tray in hand, internally debating whether this was the right move to make.

On the one hand, after last night’s alcohol intake she was sure to need some form of refreshment. On the other, she might not appreciate the appearance of the guy who got her drunk, carried her to bed, kissed her then left, on her doorstep. Even if he did come bearing gifts.

He decided not to second guess it. He would offer her a beverage and be on his way. If she invited him in, excellent, but he was hardly expecting her to roll out the red carpet for him.

He knocked and waited. She eventually opened the door looking bleary-eyed and clutching at her head. “Killian?” She looked deeply confused by his presence, or perhaps she was just fighting a hangover to keep her eyes open.

“I come bearing hot beverages to chase the hangover away. Tell me, love, what’s your poison?”

She blinked. “That is too much words for this much hangover.”

Killian chuckled. “I have a choice of: hot chocolate, tea, black coffee - there’s cream and sugar if you want, and some disgustingly sugary festive concoction claiming to contain caffeine and calories.”

“For me?” was all Emma said, he nodded. “Why?”

“I feel a bit responsible for how drunk you were.”

“You should.”

“Don’t worry, I’m going to go home and torture myself with festive tunes on repeat.”

“The really bad ones?”

“Definitely. Especially dodgy cover versions of once great Christmas songs.”

Emma nodded approvingly. “Good. I’ll take the hot chocolate.” He passed it over and watched as she took a sip then her eyebrows rose in surprise. “Cinnamon?”

“Is that OK?” He scratched behind his ear. “Sorry, I picked that up from your charming brother and sister in law.”

“It’s good. It, er, runs in the family.” There was a long pause. “Thanks for the, how’d you say it? ��hot beverage’,” she mimicked his accent and used air quotes, but damn if it wasn’t adorable. “But, I need to go die in bed, so bye. Might see you later if I come back from the dead.”

Are you dead yet?

Why do you have my number?

I needed to be certain that I could obtain proof of life for Dave. I couldn’t have him thinking that I behaved in an untowards manner when I escorted you home.

Stop texting like Mr Darcy. It just killed me again.

Because you were overcome by how attractive I am even via text?

I’m going to haunt you from beyond the grave. I’m not going to leave you alone for a second.

I would despair if you did.

Your ghost is very lazy, I haven’t noticed one book fly across the room unexpectedly, heard any unusual noises or even misplaced my keys once in the past few days.

Sorry, Killian, I did come back from the dead.

Shouldn’t you be trying to eat me then?

Emma sent a selfie with brows furrowed, lips pursed and head tilted to one side. Caption: Seriously?

I meant my brains. Like a zombie.

OK.

Although I would never deny a lady who was wanting to act out her deepest desires.

Shut up, Jones.

As you wish.

Stakeouts are the worst.

I’m bored.

Come on, Mr Darcy, distract me from the cold.

Are you asking me to come warm you up, love?

You wish.

I only meant I could bring you hot chocolate and grilled cheese. Although I could be persuaded to try other techniques to keep you warm. I hear that skin to skin contact is excellent for transferring body heat. ;)

I shouldn’t have texted you.

Killian wasn’t entirely certain that he was actually learning anything about Emma that would help him with Operation Secret Santa. So far his present ideas consisted of hot chocolate and hand warmers. While he was sure she’d appreciate both, they didn’t feel like the thoughtful gift that would come of such extensive reconnaissance.

And yet he found that he had no interest in cutting off contact.

He loved needling her - enjoying the way she cut him dead in his teasing. And texting her was becoming his favourite part of the day. He strongly suspected that he needed to get out more. And that was why he found himself agreeing to a set up.

The Frost sisters were new to town and Mary Margaret seemed to have made it her mission to help the elder one find love. As he secretly suspected that Mary Margaret wanted to give him a love life for Christmas too, he thought she must have been delighted by the plan.

It was not going well.

Elsa was perfectly lovely - although she had the misfortune of having another blonde beauty to live up to. Nice as she was, her cool, calm demeanour stood in stark relief to Emma’s more firey nature and suffered by comparison.

Luckily they worked out quite quickly that neither one was interested in anything more than friendship. It meant they could relax and settle into an evening of eating and laughing at the over the top festive decorations of the restaurant (at least one customer got tangled in low hanging snowflakes much to their amusement and hanging mistletoe over the tables seemed more than a little desperate.)

In fact, the only dark spot on the evening was when he looked at his phone while Elsa was in the bathroom to see several messages from Emma.

Got the guy early so I’ve got the evening free, want to do something?

I have a strange urge to mock Christmas movies. There will be popcorn and rum. If you’re not busy.

I’ve never known you to be this quiet. You better not be silently judging me for the festive film viewing.

He was just about to reply when Elsa slid back into her seat. He sighed a little and shoved his phone back into his pocket.

“Who is she?” Elsa asked with a knowing grin.

“Sorry?”

“Whoever’s texting you - you were gazing at your phone like a lovesick puppy and looked so sad to have to put it away just now.”

He scoffed and shook his head in a way that was intended to convey oh, that meant nothing. But then his phone buzzed in his pocket and he twitched to see if Emma had more to say. Elsa laughed at him. “What’s say that we get the bill so you can get back to your phone?” He blushed a little but nevertheless nodded in agreement.

Forgive me Lady Swan, I was unavoidably detained, is that offer still open?

No.

Unless you get me pop tarts.

He knocked on her door, pop tarts in hand a little over 30 minutes later. “Your pop tarts, milady,” he said, presenting them with a flourish. She rolled her eyes, but took them from him and stepped aside to let him in.

He had an unfortunate flash of memory of the last time he was in this apartment - of enthusiastic if sloppy kisses - that he forced himself to push aside. He wasn’t entirely sure if she remembered them, and if she did, she seemed to have no interest in repeating the experience.

He sauntered to the couch and slumped down into it. “What are we watching?”

“A Christmas Prince - it’s absolutely terrible,” Emma answered, her eyes lighting up gleefully. She settled down next to him, snuggling into his side. Interesting. “So, where were you earlier?” she asked, her voice sounding just a little too casual.

“I was on a date.” She stiffened and shifted, subtly moving herself away from him. He smiled to himself at her response, and put an arm around her shoulder, pulling her back towards him. “Mary Margaret seems to be trying to act out a Hallmark Christmas movie and find the lonely Brit a date for Christmas. She might’ve had more luck if she had checked that the chosen lady wanted to date a man.”

“She set you up with a lesbian?” Emma pushed away from him to gape at him in horror.

He chuckled. “Not quite that bad - she’s bi, but said she’s more interested in dating a woman at present. She didn’t really like to get into the particulars with someone she had only just met, which is why she agreed.”

“Oh your poor ego,” Emma teased.

“My ego can take it. I may be devilishly handsome, but the heart wants what it wants and I’m clearly too manly for her.” Emma snorted with laughter. “Besides, I only went to shut Mary Margaret up.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” was Emma’s cheeky reply, but she happily cuddled back into him before switching the film back on.

The more time he spent with Emma the more he realised that her list wasn’t designed as some kind of “fuck you” to the entire Secret Santa concept - she just genuinely wasn’t into stuff. She had her few creature comforts: snuggly blankets, a coffee maker, an impressive stash of tooth-rotting treats, but she seemed to prefer a simple life.

It was endearing, but again, challenging. His list of potential things Emma might like for Christmas was up to hot chocolate, hand warmers, rum, pop tarts and possibly Harry Potter merchandise.

Christmas Eve was getting ever closer and while he had succeeded in getting to know Emma Swan, the perfect gift for her became ever more elusive. The better he knew her, the more he wanted to get something incredible.

In the end he bought a stocking and filled it with little everyday luxuries for her. It still felt like not quite enough, but $25 only took you so far. Still, she seemed to appreciate it all when she opened it for the gift exchange, so he was classing Operation Secret Santa a success.

So why didn’t he feel more satisfied?

“Hey, Santa.” He was hiding in the kitchen to escape from the increasingly torturous festive games Mary Margaret was making them play when Emma found him.

He looked up, quirking a brow at her, puzzled by Emma’s greeting. “Hmm?”

“You telling me that you’re not Santa?”

“Are you calling me a jolly old fat man? Is that a hint to lay off the desserts? Because honestly, that’s a little rude, love. You don’t want to wound my ego, do you?”

She laughed at him. “Don’t worry, you still look dashing. But are you really telling me that you’re not my Santa?”

His mouth dropped open in surprise but he smiled at her all the same. “You’re bloody brilliant, you know that, Swan?”

She smiled, looking a little smug and dropped into a curtsey.

“So did I do OK with my Santa duties?”

“Hmmm.” Emma looked thoughtful. “Can I be honest?”

Killian’s eyebrows shot up in wonder - what on earth could she have to say? “Aye?” he replied warily.

“There’s something that I want. I’ve been dropping hints, and I kind of thought that Santa might have picked up on it?” She smiled up at him through her eyelashes. Did she mean what he thought she meant? Ever since his date with Elsa, he’d hoped, but that was just wishful thinking, right?

Killian’s heart beat a little faster. “And what might that be?”

She leaned up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips gently to his. “At the risk of being cheesy, all I want for Christmas is you.”

“Well, love, luckily for you, I feel exactly the same.” And when he kissed her it felt like all his Christmas wishes had come true.

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Shameless Season 11 Episode 5 Review: Slaughter

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Shameless Season 11 Episode 5

“One again it’s up to Frank Gallagher to save the neighborhood.”

At several points season 11 of Shameless has reminded me of Weeds’s messy final year. This is not a positive comparison, but Shameless’s “Slaughter” creates several parallels between these Showtime series and the dissolution of their central families. Weeds doesn’t end on a perfect note, but its finale at least attempts something deeply ambitious. Shameless is headed down similar territory with its characters, but it’s not a show that’s ever stylistically rocked the boat. This has led to a final season that has largely felt aimless, which is true to life sometimes, especially when the majority of a series’ characters are caught in ruts.

This can be an exciting way to explore character development and push individuals forward when it happens early on or in the middle of a show’s run, but it’s not necessarily the best approach for a series’ final year unless it’s willing to really put in the work. Shameless’s 11th season has felt simultaneously more fragmented and serialized than previous seasons and it’s amounted to a season that’s felt largely superfluous, even if it’s almost halfway over. Each episode of the season has been able to play with at least one compelling idea, yet “Slaughter” is an episode where so many characters mess up their lives.

Shameless’s final season has perhaps arrived at the narrative marker where it pushes everyone to their lowest points before they’re able to reach–or not reach–redemption by the series’ big finish. “Slaughter” is by far one of the craziest episodes that Shameless has ever done, which would be true even if Liam didn’t commit manslaughter by the time that the credits roll.

Debbie has been problematic all season, but her misadventures in “Slaughter” make up some of the episode’s most painful material. This storyline actually begins in a decent place where Debbie listens to Franny for once and takes her daughter to see her favorite wrestler, Queen Justice. Despite how this sounds sweet, Debbie reverts to her usual behavior and her own interests and insecurities become more important than those of her daughter.

Debbie realizes that there’s a good deal about her girlfriend, Sandy, that she doesn’t know about, whereas Debbie has implicitly shared her entire life with Sandy, to the point that her bond with Franny seems even stronger than Debbie’s at times. Nearly every episode of this season of Shameless has contained a disgusting moment between Debbie and her daughter that’s really made me cringe.

This time it’s Debbie lying about Franny having cancer so she can rush off to a strip club in order to invade her girlfriend’s privacy. Somehow this is more vile than Frank’s attempt to euthanize an elderly lady. That being said, this is basically exactly the same behavior that Frank pulled off with his children in the past, so at least in this sense Shameless has properly shown how some of Frank’s kids are very much their father’s children. That’s distressing to some extent, but it’s these moments that validate and get the most out of Shameless’ decade-plus run.

On the subject of the Gallagher patriarch, Frank is largely still occupied with fallout regarding the Milkovich invasion next door. There’s copious gruesome content that I suppose qualifies as visual gags, but it mostly involves animal carcasses, body mutilation, and Milkoviches that are covered in fresh blood. It’s a lot more shocking that someone egging the Gallagher home or negligently walking around naked.

Poor, sweet Liam is also the one who seems to needlessly suffer the most from these new confrontational neighbors. Extreme jokes aren’t Shameless’ strong suit and the series isn’t articulate enough to make a scene where someone gets a swastika branding feel satirical or even necessarily comedic. Nevertheless, this feud between the Galaghers and Milkoviches continues to intensify in significant ways. All of this comes down to Frank’s commitment to murder an old lady, because this is Shameless.

Lip and Tami’s strife in this episode also revolves around housing woes, but of a completely different nature. They quickly need to find a new place to live, which is a complication that’s ridiculous for all sorts of reasons, especially with the news that Lip has nothing in paper regarding his ownership of their home. This somehow leads to the two of them heading into purchase the South Side’s equivalent to an Amityville murder house.

There’s such whiplash with this material over whether it should be a problem that Lip withholds this information from Tami, which has become a running theme through this season. However, the episode doesn’t treat Lip’s lies or the fact that a full family was murdered in their prospective home as problems. This is a little stunning and what instead becomes the issue is something that’s a lot more preventable.

Suddenly Lip and Tami don’t have the money to buy this bargain slaughterhouse because of Lip’s behavior at work. There’s such a palpable sense of dread once Lip picks a fight with his bosses after his hours get cut. It’s pretty clear where things are headed and this disaster occurs when it’s literally the worst opportunity for such a thing to happen. Lip’s drinking afterwards doesn’t help either and honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if his former employer presses charges against him, because this is Shameless.

The rest of the Gallaghers are caught up with material that doesn’t necessarily amount to much this week, but definitely has potential to grow. Ian and Mickey establish a work dynamic that doesn’t seem sustainable, but at least has them friendly towards one another. Vee’s attempts to contribute more to the neighborhood than cheap weed are sadly discouraged when she’s not met with the expected results during her canvassing. No one is a part of the demographic that Vee feels properly represents the South Side, but this is perhaps indicative of what the South Side may actually be like now, which speaks to the season’s one big theme.

The one real saving grace in “Slaughter” is Carl’s development in the police force and his capacity to remain unflappable in the face of pressure from his seniors. Leesie continues to utilize radical tactics at work that bring out complicated feelings in Carl. Truly some of the most redeeming moments from this season are the scenes where Carl demonstrates that he’s good at his job and knows the neighborhood well enough to be the kind of cop in the community that can actually get results.

“Slaughter” consistently turns up the heat until its final scene reaches a boiling point. The episode’s conclusion where Liam inadvertently kills–or doesn’t?–the head of the Milkovich family is the perfect encapsulation of “Slaughter’s” blunt, violent, absurdist nature. It’s a completely unexpected ending that feels highly out of place in Shameless, even more so with the stylized manner in which it’s presented. It’s an event that would have had serious repercussions in the earlier seasons of the series that’s now played off as a morbid punchline.

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This is a world where hypothetical “magic bullets” will solve problems and everything will return to the status quo. There’s a full season’s worth of new plotlines that are haphazardly initiated in this episode, but it’s also possible that lightning will just strike everyone or that the South Side will experience a bout of spontaneous human combustion, because this is Shameless.

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Drunj!Der Yells About Outlander

Thoughts on Ep. 308

I’m an Eeyore, blah, blah, blah, whatever, sorry. Ramblings under the cut but seriously maybe just keep scrolling. Why am I even here.

Oh cool. More voiceovers. They’re bugging me way more this season than they used to and I’m not sure why. Maybe because they’re not used as much so when they show up again it’s more jarring?

Young Ian being proud of his skills as a criminal is adorable. Young Ian being proud that Fergus thinks he’s a good criminal is adorable. Young Ian in general is adorable. I’m basically just hanging on to how much I like Young Ian because I’d like to be positive about something.

Ok, I’m sorry, I want to like Jenny. But jfc. Calling Claire a stray? I get that she has complicated feelings about the situation or whatever but can people please stop treating Claire like she’s a piece of crap who no one wants around? It’s getting old. And annoying af.

Also, can Claire please stand up for herself? Like Claire. You suffered enough and were shit on for so long. You don’t need to put up with this crap anymore. You didn’t fucking kill a guy in cold blood. A guy tried to fucking rape you, you defended yourself, he fell, and you tried and failed to save him. That’s a far cry from the fucking murder they’re making it out to be. And it took all of one fucking sentence to explain.

Although good on Jenny for seconding how Claire called out Jamie last week for how he was with Young Ian. Because wtf, Jamie.

Oh hey, Jamie remembers how he learned that beating people isn’t the best form of “punishment.” The smallest of gold stars for you, JAMMF.

Ok I don’t get why they didn’t just have Janet be Kitty. Like we’ve been introduced to Young Jamie, Maggie, Kitty and Ian. Why bother even introducing another rando Murray kid?

Also, did the Murray kids start having babies at like 16? Because the smols running around are pretty old considering Maggie and Young Jamie are like in their early 20s.

Also if Claire and Jamie lived at Lallybroch for a year that the show basically skipped over in season two, Young Jamie would probs definitely remember Claire. But cool that the show needs literally everyone to make Claire feel unwelcome. *eye roll*

Not sure how I feel about Jenny acting like she was entitled to Jamie sharing his grief. Like that’s his call? You’re not entitled to anything? I get wanting to help your brother and stuff, but idk. She seems to be making it about her and what she needed and I’m not here for that?

“I barely wanted to breathe, let alone speak of it.” Cool, Jamie, then maybe start acting like you actually want Claire around? Because last week you were a douchenozzle of epic proportions to her.

Good on Jenny for knowing Jamie’s full of shit when he tells her the BS about where Claire went. The story like isn’t really believable.

Yes, Claire. Tell Jenny the truth. Dooo it.

But fuck Jamie for thinking Jenny wouldn’t be able to accept the truth about Claire. Literally everything in this episode makes it seem like she’d believe them. And it’d work so well if they’d just tell her. If they tell her next week, fine, but I’ll still be mildly annoyed because like why drag it out unnecessarily?

Also, they bring up Murtagh and Jamie forgets to tell Claire he’s alive? Because if she knows and they had that conversation off-screen I’ma be pissed.

The shots of Jamie climbing up to the tower thing are so overly dramatic I can’t even. Like when his hands come up over the wall thing but then he just like casually steps over it. Like wat? What am I watching.

Also the jewels in that box look like the plastic stuff I had in my dress up box when I was a kid.

Caitriona Balfe’s face during the whole greylag thing kills me. Basically Caitriona Balfe’s face during this whole episode kills me. *throws awards at Caitriona Balfe’s face*

Glad they didn’t have the kiddos interrupt sex because Joan is basically a fetus, but the “daddy” thing is still so weird. Especially from Marsali. An 18 year old who calls her stepdad “daddy” is fucking weird. Especially if that stepdad only lived with them for a couple months.

Good to see Laoghaire is still just as fucking terrible as ever. *eye roll* Seriously. After ep. 208, I was like cautiously optimistic that maybe Laoghaire would have some character growth. Like yeah, she’s still fucking insane, but to have her just barge in with the same old over the top “my whole purpose in life is hating Claire because I’m unhealthily obsessed with Jamie” nonsense is annoying af.

Claire’s reaction during this terrible nonsense, though... *throws more awards at Caitriona Balfe’s face*

Ok Joan’s adorable and Da!Jamie is lovely, but like, did we really need to spend this much time on this scene? I get it, Jamie loves the girls. Jamie really loves being a dad. But I’m just getting really annoyed that literally anything and everything keeps taking precedence over Claire, and fixing the relationship between her and Jamie.

“Well there are other redheaded men in Scotland, Claire.” Jfc, dude. Read the fucking room. Does this really look like the right time for sass? He’s been so hot and cold toward her it’s like fucking whiplash since she came back and now that his other marriage is out there he like can’t stop for a minute and fucking be serious with her? Fucking asshole.

“You’re the one that told me to be kind to the lass!” Go fuck yourself, Jamie. Do not throw this back on Claire. Claire asking Jamie to thank Laoghaire could be part of how Jamie rationalizes it being ok to marry her to himself, but to throw it on Claire like somehow that’s the equivalent of her giving her blessing is not a good look. Fucking own your damn choices, Fraser.

“I’m a coward. I couldn’t tell you, but I’ll totally twist your words so I can feel good about myself for marrying someone I know tried to kill you.” Yes. Jamie. You’re a fucking coward. Own that cowardice. Sit in that fucking cowardice. Don’t fucking say you’re a coward and then immediately try to throw the blame for the situation back on Claire. Own your fucking mess, dude. You fucked up. You need to work to fix that. Jfc.

Yaaas Claire, call him on his bullshit about leaving him. Call him on ALL THE BULLSHIT. Seriously her face though. *throws awards*

Ok don’t you mansplain your manpain at Claire, bro. She had 20 fucking years of manpain being mansplained at her and my girl deserves fucking better.

Really wish Claire would throw more back at Jamie. She still hasn’t gotten across to him just how hard things were for her. It really does seem like Jamie thinks he won the pain and suffering contest. (It’s not a contest, but it’s getting super old that he seems to think she just went back to this cushy life and sure, was sad, but because he was in prison and a cave and stuff he somehow has the moral high ground now.)

Claire spent 20 years not being able to speak. She spent 20 years just enduring a terrible situation and not being allowed to feel or grieve or be herself. Jamie needs to fucking hear that. Because how dare he think that she doesn’t know what it’s like to live without a heart. How fucking dare he. Fucking drag him, Claire. He needs to hear it and you need to say it. But of course we don’t get that. Because have you seen this season? Why would they start treating Claire well now. It’s only 8 episodes into a 13 episode season. Ugh.

I know Jamie’s like insecure and jealous and whatever but at some point who gives a fuck about Jamie’s manpain. Claire needs to say her piece and she still hasn’t been able to and I’m really annoyed about it apparently.

Also I really wish they cut them starting to rage bang and instead just had them yell more. Because they’re definitely not done yelling. Yes. They use sex to communicate, but rage banging isn’t going to make things better. Especially rage banging that isn’t welcome on Claire’s side at first. They haven’t done enough actual communicating yet. And by they, I mean Claire. Let Claire fucking speak, show.

Like oh hey, Jamie says he loves her, but like I’m distracted by Claire not wanting him to touch her and him still touching her? And you haven’t been acting like you love her, Jamie, so this line feels like the same lip-service as you saying you were a coward and then immediately punting blame?

Ok fuck Jenny very much for her little rant at Claire. Yes, it’s fucked up that Claire dropped off the face of the earth. And I get she had to see Jamie go through a ton of shit. But to just automatically be this much of a dick to Claire? Jfc. I’m so over everyone being a fucking dick to Claire. Claire needs a fucking spa weekend or some shit.

But ffs, why can’t they just tell Jenny and Ian the fucking truth. (If it happens next week I’m just going to be annoyed. They’ve set it up like 23985230589 different ways this week to do it. Just fucking do it.)

“I’m still the same person you fell in love with.” But you’re really fucking not, Jamie. That’s the whole fucking point. Ughhh, wtf.

Ok but where the fuck did Laoghaire get this gun? Like who gave her a pistol? (Yes, I know, it’s from the book. It’s still fucking stupid.) There has to have been a way to do the Laoghaire stuff in this episode that isn’t like dialed up to 11 on the crazy meter. Because this is just absurd.

Also wtf is with Claire’s like body check thing? Like push her away or something if you have to but like full on hockey checking her or whatever is dumb af?

Oh hey, Young Ian is being a cinnamon roll again about Claire’s surgical tools. Just going to enjoy that for a minute. Keep being adorable, Young Ian.

“You’re the only one who calls me [Auntie].” “Uncle Jamie’s lucky you’re here.” PROTECT YOUNG IAN AT ALL COSTS. GET HIM A WOLF PUP TO ASSIST WITH THIS.

Ok but wouldn’t Claire feel that Jamie has a fever when she’s checking his bandages? No? Ok, whatever. Moving on.

Jamie’s face when Claire’s giving him the cup makes me want to smack him a little. Like, dude, do you not know how much shit you’re in? Like his little smile and heart eyes or whatever he’s doing there makes it seem like he’s not taking the situation as seriously as he should be.

Making Jamie agreeing to marry Laoghaire be all about the kids is the only way it could possibly work even a little, I guess? Because yeah, Jamie wants to be a dad. A lot. But still, two minutes with rando children at a party is really not enough to then say you’ll spend the rest of your life with the crazy bitch you know tried to kill your wife in an effort to get you to love her. Also, there are approximately 29358238923598 smols running around Lallybroch and I’m guessing a fair number of other widows out there who aren’t fucking insane. Whatever. Jamie’s reasons for wanting to get married are all legit. But I’m still side-eyeing the choice of woman given what he knows about her. (Yes, it’s in the book. Yes, I still get to side-eye it. Yes, he’s still a fucking coward for not telling Claire sooner.)

“To care for Willie...or Brianna.” Cool that Bree’s still the afterthought. Cool cool cool.

“I couldn’t bear the thought of someone being afraid of my touch.” I still wish they would have found a way for the marriage to fail that didn’t involve Laoghaire being a victim of abuse, but given what Jamie went through at Wentworth, that’s a legit reason for him to leave. But like, if the whole thing was about the kids and him being a dad, wouldn’t he fucking move somewhere closer than fucking Edinburgh? I guess the kids don’t actually matter that much? This whole thing is a fucking hot mess.

OK BUT THIS CONVERSATION ON THE STAIRS WITH JENNY WHEN SHE’S TALKING ABOUT NOT KNOWING WHERE CLAIRE CAME FROM AND HOW SHE SAVED THEM WITH THE POTATOES IS THE PERFECT FUCKING TIME TO TELL JENNY THE FUCKING TRUTH AND GAH, WHY CAN’T YOU JUST DO IT. THIS IS APPARENTLY THE HILL I’M WILLING TO DIE ON.

Ned Gowan gets the award for having the correct reaction to seeing Claire again. Gold star for you, Ned Gowan. Ned Gowan, Young Ian and Fergus should start a club for people who aren’t dicks to Claire.

I’m here for Jamie not wanting Laoghaire transported because of the girls. I’d side-eye him like whoa if he wanted to go that route. But jfc, they can’t use that as leverage to lower the alimony? Like sure, send them some money so you don’t leave the kids hanging, but not the insane amount she was apparently asking for?

“I’m just not sure if we belong together anymore.” I hate that they end the episode like this, with no actual resolution between them. Like I’d like to think that Claire would never believe what she says, but jfc, she’s been treated basically like how Frank had treated her by pretty much everyone except Fergus and Young Ian since she got back. To the point where she’s fucking romanticizing the 20 years she spent just going through the motions and being basically emotionally abused by a vindictive husband. The fact that it doesn’t seem out of character for her to say she thinks it was a mistake kills me because jfc, sorry, but she deserves better than she’s gotten.

“I had a life.” Yeah, one where you were constantly told that you weren’t enough and that you were a horrible person.

“I didn’t hate Boston.” Girl. Listen to yourself. That’s how you phrase it when you’re trying to convince yourself it’s true. Not how you say it when you actually believe it’s true. (I know, she didn’t hate everything 100% of the time, but she’s still just trying to convince herself that what she had was better than it actually was because now that she’s back, she’s just getting more of the same BS thrown at her.)

“I had a career.” Yeah. You did. And you deserve to be around people who respect that and see how important it was to you.

“A home.” You really want to keep those rose colored glasses on about that, Claire? Seriously, I needed her to like lash out at Jamie about what it was really like for her because I still don’t think he fully gets it. Whatever. Le sigh.

“Friends.” Girl you had one friend. Which I guess is more than you have back here... #TeamJoe

Noticeably missing from Claire’s list? Fucking Bree. Wtf?

Can I just give Claire a hug? Because jfc, if someone has ever needed a hug in the history of hugs, it’s Claire.

“It wasn’t so bad, really, was it?” Yes. Yes it was, Claire. And fuck the show for dragging this out for yet another episode. Everything is still somehow Claire’s fault and Claire’s still just like flailing around, trying to be fucking seen and heard for once.

“When has it ever been easy.” Jamie, ffs, don’t brush off her pain like that. Can you just listen for fucking once to what she’s telling you. But nope. He gets like one romantic line per episode and apparently that makes everything cool? Blergh.

Oh hey, a random book line followed immediately by them getting interrupted so lol who cares about that failed emotional beat. I’m sensing a pattern, show. And it’s not one I’m enjoying. At all.

Also there’s no way that fucking ship pulled up its sails or whatever the actual term is that quickly and then dropped them again in the span of like two minutes.

So now we’re off to start the shipnanigans but still no fucking resolution between Jamie and Claire. Because why would you spend part of this episode with them actually working through their shit and coming to a new normal while they’re home at Lallybroch when you can save it for when they’re on a fucking ship in the middle of high seas adventure nonsense? Because lol #angst. Whatever. This is fine. Le sigh.

This show is fucking exhausting.

#*#drunj!der yells about outlander #outlander starz #outlander 3x08

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Morpheus // Μορφευς

A revival polytheist’s introduction to working with Morpheus including mythological background, Hellenic (Greek revival/recon polytheism) basics, and a starting point of offerings, prayers, and spells for the Shaper of Dreams.

M Y T H O S

The Oneiroi are dark-winged daimones of the underworld and are the personification of dreams. They are able to take the form of animals at will and are said to leave Erobos each night like a flock of bats. The Oneiroi leave Erobos from one of two gates, either the gates of horn which emit prophetic, god-sent dreams, or the gates of ivory, which emit false dreams without meaning.

Parentage and siblings depend on which of the Greek or Roman epics, essays, or plays one refers to. In Hesiod’s Theogony, the Oneiroi are the children of Nyx by parthenogenesis while in Cicero’s De natura deorum, they are the children of Nyx and Erebos. In Hesiod’s Theogony, they are the siblings of Hypnos while in Ovid’s Metamorphoses, they are the children of Hypnos and Pasithea.

In the Metamorphoses Ovid gives the names of three of the Oneiroi including that of Phantasos, who takes the form of inanimate objects in prophetic dreams, Phobetor, the god of nightmares, who can take the form of beasts and monsters, and Morpheus, the god of dreams, who can take the form of men and is seen to be tasked as a messenger to the gods.

Ovid, Metamorphoses 11. 585 ff (trans. Melville) (Roman epic C1st B.C. to C1st A.D.) : "[Hera commands the messenger Iris summon Dream :] ‘Iris (Rainbow), my voice’s trustiest messenger, hie quickly to the drowsy hall of Somnus (Sleep) [Hypnos], and bid him send a Dream of Ceyx drowned to break the tidings to [his wife] Alcyone.’ Then Iris, in her thousand hues enrobed traced through the sky her arching bow and reached the cloud-hid palace of the drowsy king [the God of Sleep] … Around him everywhere in various guise lie empty Somnia (Dreams) [Oneiroi], countless as ears of corn at harvest time or sands cast on the shore or leaves that fall upon the forest floor. There Iris entered, brushing the Somnia (Dreams) aside, and the bright sudden radiance of her robe lit up the hallowed place; slowly the god his heavy eyelids raised, and sinking back time after time, his languid drooping head nodding upon his chest, at last he shook himself out of himself, and leaning up he recognized her and asked why she came, and she replied : ‘Somnus (Sleep) [Hypnos], quietest of the gods, Somnus, peace of all the world, balm of the soul, who drives care away, who gives ease to weary limbs after the hard day’s toil and strength renewed to meet the morrow’s tasks, bid now thy Dreams, whose perfect mimicry matches the truth, in Ceyx’s likeness formed appear in Trachis to Alcyone and feign the shipwreck and her dear love drowned. So Juno [Hera] orders.’ Then, her task performed, Iris departed, for she could no more endure the power of Somnus, as drowsiness stole seeping through her frame, and fled away back o'er the arching rainbow as she came. The father Somnus (Sleep) chose from among his sons, his thronging thousand sons, one who in skill excelled to imitate the human form; Morpheus his name, than whom none can present more cunningly the features, gait and speech of men, their wonted clothes and turn of phrase. He mirrors only men; another forms the beasts and birds and the long sliding snakes. The gods have named him Icelos; here below the tribe of mortals call him Phobetor. A third, excelling in an art diverse, is Phantasos; he wears the cheating shapes of earth, rocks, water, trees–inanimate things. To kings and chieftains these at night display their phantom features; other dreams will roam among the people, haunting common folk. All these dream-brothers the old god passed by and chose Morpheus alone to undertake Thaumantias’ [Iris’] commands; then in sweet drowsiness on his high couch he sank his head to sleep. Soon through the dewy dark on noiseless wings flew Morpheus and with brief delay arrived at Trachis town and, laying his wings aside, took Ceyx’s [ghostly] form and face and, deathly pale and naked, stood beside the poor wife’s bed. His beard was wet and from his sodden hair the sea-drips flowed; then leaning over her, weeping, he said : ‘Poor, poor Alcyone! Do you know me, your Ceyx? Am I changed in death? Look! Now you see, you recognize–ah! Not your husband but your husband’s ghost. Your prayers availed me nothing. I am dead. Feed not your heart with hope, hope false and vain. A wild sou'wester in the Aegaeum sea, striking my ship, in its huge hurricane destroyed her. Over my lips, calling your name–calling in vain–the waters washed. These tidings no dubious courier brings, no vague report: myself, here, shipwrecked, my own fate reveal. Come, rise and weep! Put on your mourning! Weep! Nor unlamented suffer me to join the shadowy spirits of Tartara (the Underworld).’ So Morpheus spoke, spoke too in such a voice as she must think her husband’s (and his tears she took for true), and used her Ceyx’ gestures. Asleep, she moaned and wept and stretched her arms to hold him, but embraced the empty air. ‘Oh wait for me!’ she cried, ‘Why haste away? I will come too.’ Roused by her voice’s sound and by her husband’s ghost, now wide awake, she looked … but found him nowhere … She cried, ‘… He is dead, shipwrecked and drowned. I saw him, knew him, tried to hold him��as he vanished–in my arms. He was a ghost, but yet distinct and clear, truly my husband’s ghost, though to be sure his face was changed, his shining grace was gone. Naked and deathly pale, with dripping hair, I saw him–woe is me!’" [N.B. Ovid uses the original Greek names for the three gods of dreams.] – Theoi.com

Sources (further reading): Oneiroi (Theoi.com), Morpheus (Theoi.com), Oneiroi (Wikipedia.com), Morpheus (Wikipedia.com), Phobetor (Wikipedia.com), Phantasos (Wikipedia.com)

U P G

UPG is an acronym for unverified personal gnosis and refers to interactions with entities that are not supported by the original mythos. Here I explain what I have found deities tend to expect and how I recommend starting a relationship with Morpheus.

There is a general consensus by revivalist or reconstruction polytheists that deities prefer to be honored in a modernized equivalent of how they were honored in their ancient culture – though this certainly isn’t the rule. Some deities are more specific and demanding than others while some really do not care. Morpheus has been found to be rather easy-going though he really prefers at least an attempt and, the more effort given to that attempt, the happier he is. The term used for the reconstruction/revival of the ancient Greek religion is called Hellenismos and more information can be found below.

Building a relationship with a deity is where one often starts to part with traditional lore and become influenced by others’ and one’s own UPG. So while you use the framework of Hellenismos for your worship, you use the UPG of others, and later your own, to form connections to build upon with the deity. Starting a relationship with a deity is a complicated business and often varies from person to person, but when I am asked how to start, people are often asking me about ways to approach Morpheus. I recommend starting with a small offering to Him. This post includes a list of associations for Morpheus, suggested offerings, and spells that can be used to offer and/or honor Him. I also recommend musing over what Morpheus means to you in your spiritual and personal development (Is he a messenger? Is he a teacher for astral travel, lucid dreaming, etc? Is he a symbol of hope for you to encourage you to reach for the stars and dream big? Is he a symbol of escapism? Is he just a god of dreams?).

Quick while still on the topic of UPG. When I first started working with Morpheus there was very little available to me. I ended up considering that as the god of dreams it would follow that daydreams would also fall to him. Daydreams are our fantasies and dreams. Those fantasies and dreams can spark some amazing art and writing or drive us to achieve the futures we dream up, so I often associate Morpheus with the arts and see Him as one of our biggest supporters in finding the strength and courage to achieve our dreams.

H E L L E N I S M O S

Hellenism 101 Pt 1 & Pt 2

Miasma, Katharmos and Preparing for the Gods

On pollution and purification

Purification in Hellenismos

Basic Hellenic Offering Ritual

On Khthonic Worship

Greek Phrases for Worship

A S S O C I A T I O N S

Epithets: Μορφευς, Morpheus, Shaper of Dreams, Sandman, Mildest of the Gods, Balm of the Soul (Ovid p. 165), Oneiros, Kai’Ckul, Lord L’Zoril, Shaper of Forms, Lord Shaper, Prince of Stories (The Sandman, Neil Gaiman), Dream Giver, Sleep’s Guest, Lord Shaper, Father of Dreams, Lord of the Night, He Who Tells Mortals Stories, Formshaper, Shadowmaker Animal: Cats, Fireflies, Moths, Butterfly*, Racoons*, Wolves*, Crows Colors: Black, Blue, Gold, Purple, Silver, Red Crystal: Amethyst, Herkimer Diamond, Scolecite*, Hematite*, Lapis Lazuli* Celestial Body: Moon Day: Night Direction: West Element: Water Incense: Opium, Lavender Moon: New Number: 6*,7* Plant: Chamomile, Dandelion (in seed), Lavender, Poppy Season: Winter Sun In: Pisces Rules: dreams, daydreams, lucid dreaming, meditation, astral travel **, imagination, creativity, inspiration, wishes, encouragement, communication, divination Other: feathers, wings, skeleton keys, stars, night, horn, ivory, tea, baths, sweet coffee

NOTE: A lot of this could actually work as associations for Hypnos, the Onoirei, Ikelos/Phobetor, Phantasos, and some could work for Nyx. Additionally this was originally posted to my old blog now an archive.

* Notes items not listed in lore or shared with other followers of/workers with; feel free to reblog to add personal commentary ** Depending upon one’s understanding on the astral; some may have an understanding that wouldn’t work with associating the astral with dreaming.

D E V O T I O N S / O F F E R I N G S

track your dreams on a calendar

keep a dream journal

get enough sleep

turn off your electronics one hour before bed (gets you in a deeper sleep faster)

perform an evening ritual

learn/practice lucid dreaming and/or meditation

write a letter to Morpheus before you go to sleep

herbs/teas associated with calmness, sleep, or dreaming

crystals/gemstones/minerals associated with dreams

stardust / dream sand

sleep-inducing herbs/flowers/etc

prophetic herbs/flowers/etc

horn and/or ivory (as in the horn/ivory gates thing)

wing/feather related things

sleep-related things (pillows, etc)

prayers

spells

playlists

M I S C

Personal Experiences

Morpheus and Dream Catchers

F O L L O W E R / D E V O T E E S

bibliophilicwitch

dreamingthedoe

Hermaiondiaktoros

kaesdeliveryservice

keysandtorches

nebulouswitch

nihilistic-void

nowitssovivid

occolteyes

oneiropoloi

orriculum

samuel-brien

stormsandsage

E - S H R I N E S

dreamingofmorpheus

midnightandpoppies

the-dream-king

#morpheus #hellenismos #hellenic #hellenic polytheism #greek polytheism #greek mythology #oneiroi #oneiri #polytheism #paganism #original content

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