#in addition to their own research and god knows what else

[void-tiger]

Trying to keep a lid on it but. Yeah. Literally don’t know what’s it like to NOT be platonically neglected IRL my whole damn life, only that I know this One Person doesn’t deserve to be at the epicenter of it anymore than I deserved to have been at the epicenter of theirs a year ago now.

…why am I like this. Why are we like this.

[saylor-twift]

this is a bit random but one thing I love about the genshin community is how when wanderer came out, everybody collectively banded together to come up with beautiful names to give him. And they didn’t just choose the first thing they saw on google either, no, these people put thought and research into these names. It’s so ironic that this guy who’s so convinced that people only ‘like’ him for his utility, or see him as some sort of weapon for their own benefit, actually has thousands of people who love and adore him universes away.

some honorable mentions of names I’ve seen:

-Icarus (son of Daedalus in greek mythology who created the labyrinth to hold the minotaur. I don’t actually remember why they gave him this name, or the real meaning behind it, but I still like it)

-Kunimitsu (light of the world, contrast to his previous name kunikuzushi, roughly meaning conquerer or destroyer of nations)

-Shinji (Evangelion reference, I believe? If you haven’t seen the show, I won’t spoil, but there are so many connections and similarities between Shinji and Wanderer. Abandonded by creator/parent who they seek(ed) validation from but will likely never get it, taken in by someone named Katsuragi, etc.)

-Zuko (my own personal addition) another character (Avatar: The last airbender if you don’t know) that shares so many similarities with him. Very conflicted individuals who were shown from the beginning that things were going to be extra unfair and hard for them. Both have parental/creator figures that for a while they sought to please until they discovered their own paths and what they actually wanted, as well as siblings they despise and envy because they hold the position they so desperately wanted. (that is, if you consider the shogun puppet a sort of sister to wanderer/scaramouche)

-Fujin (Japanese mythological god of wind who appears next to Raijin, the god of thunder)

that’s all i got off of the top of my head, but i’d love to hear what names everyone else gave to/came up with for wanderer if you have any!

[rey-jake-therapist]

JDP: [T]hat was the very crown with which Sauron himself was once killed. So taking ownership of it and using it as a weapon comes full circle. The victim who had been killed by the crown in episode one is now the aggressor able to use it for his own ends. We also know it's a powerful artifact that had the ability to…banish for hundreds of years a Maiar as powerful as Sauron. Being able to use it as a weapon that could penetrate Galadriel's collarbone, we knew that it would do some serious damage. PM: Spiritual damage in addition to physical damage. JDP: If I'm playing Dungeons & Dragons, I don't even want to know the damage potential of an artifact like Morgoth's Crown.

--Patrick McKay, J.D. Payne - The Rings of Power Season Two Finale Explained (Vanity Fair)

(Presentation 'stolen' from @fluffycakesistainted's post, only to avoid hacking it, I hope you can forgive me :) )

So I got curious following this line about Dungeons & Dragons... Why did JD Payne bring it up? I know absolutely nothing about Dungeons & Dragons, but I made a little research out of curiosity....

In D&D,

An artifact is a rare and powerful magic item in Dungeons & Dragons. The means to create artifacts are either unavailable to mortal ken, or else long forgotten. Artifacts are often unique or finite in number, and cannot be destroyed except by specific means.

Sounds like Morgoth's Crown could indeed belong there. For fun, I looked for the list of artifacts that are available in D&D, and oh oh, what did I find?

The Crown of Horn

Now doesn't it remind you a bit of our Crown...

The history of this Crown of Horns is very interesting:

The Crown of Horns was an evil, intelligentartifact of great power.[4] While its origins were murky, the Crown was believed to have been forged either in ancient Netheril,[2] or by Myrkul, the former god of Death.[6][3] The artifact carried with it a long history of corruption, mayhem, and tragedy.

Myrkul, Melkor, Morgoth... God of death, Dark Lord....

Right under this description of the crown, there's a quote from a female character named Laeral Silverhand. It gets more and more interesting:

"We found an artifact, the Crown of Horns, and I in my pride decided that my powers of will and magic were sufficient to counter the evil I sensed within it. I wore the Crown, and it claimed me as its own. Years went by, terrible years during which I lost Laeral and became the Wild Woman, the Witch of the North. I remember little of those years, which in many ways is a blessing." — Laeral Silverhand, in a letter to her nephew Danilo Thann, Ches 3, 1368 DR.[8]

I'll go back to Laeral Silverhand later on. Before, here's what they say about the powers of the Crown of Horns:

It is unknown what powers the artifact had before it was possessed by Myrkul other than its sentience and its capability to interfere with the minds of its wearers. After its possession however, the Crown imbued the wearer with several considerable necromantic powers.[10] They were granted an aura of undeath similar to those that surrounded liches, became immune to necromantic spells[4] and all manner of death magic.[3] Following the god's destruction, the vestiges of Myrkul could strongly influence the actions of whomever wore the Crown of Horns, making suggestions within their consciousness, possessing them outright, and even altering their moral and ethical outlook to more closely resemble his own.[4] No individual could remove their crown unless Myrkul's essence wished for his artifact to find a new host.[3][5][10] Over time, anyone wearing the crown became increasingly paranoid, specifically about their possession of the Crown itself. Eventually, they succumbed to the call of madness and undeath, and became a lich themself.[3][4][5][10]

The description keeps going on, I won't copy/paste it all, but basically, it sounds like this crown has powers of control and fascination similar to the One Ring.

Now about Laeral Silverhand:

Laeral Silverhand (pronounced: /ˈlɛərɔːl/ LAIR-awl[15]), born Anamanué Silverhand and formerly known as the Witch-Queen of the North[3] and later the Lady Mage of Waterdeep, was one of the Seven Sisters, a Chosen of Mystra,[14] and the Open Lord of Waterdeep during the late 15th century DR.[3] Together with her partner Khelben "Blackstaff" Arunsun, they led the Moonstars, a dissident faction of the Harpers, which sought to guide the cities and countries of the North toward a shared destiny.[

She had a fascinating life, not very different from Galadriel's actually, who may have been an inspiration? They're both witches with a lot of powers in their hands, for a start. I don't know, but here's what's said about her connection with the Crown of Horns:

Under an assumed name, Laeral eventually established herself as a hard-drinking and fearless adventurer, coming to lead an adventuring band known as the Nine. In the Year of the Wandering Maiden, 1337 DR, Laeral and the Nine discovered the ancient Nethereseartifact known as the Crown of Horns in Yûlash. The Crown was actually planted for her to find by the Netherese lichAumvor The Undying, who wished to use the Crown to influence her to marry him. The plot failed when Laeral donned the headpiece and the Crown's powers conflicted with Laeral's spellfire and drove her into madness.[30]

(The Nine... they seem to be very different characters from Sauron's Nine, but it's nevertheless a funny coincidence).

"The Crown was actually planted for her to find by the Netherese lichAumvor The Undying, who wished to use the Crown to influence her to marry him.".... Well well well, Inchresting....

It's also said that the Crown's powers "drove her into madness" and "claimed her at its own".... I wonder if something similar could happen to Galadriel, because of the wound left by Morgoth's Crown? But it would be Sauron who would claim her, perhaps?

It is also said that "Laeral ceased her prolific creation of magical items after she was freed from the Crown of Horns", which isn't without reminding me of Galadriel who said "I will diminish, and go into the West, and remain Galadriel."

To be clear, there's no mention of stabbing using the Crown of Horns as a weapon. But the fact that JD Payne mentioned Dungeons & Dragons and what an artefact like Morgoth's Crown could do in this context give me pause, especially considering the similarities between these two crowns, and Galadriel and Laeral...

[faulty-writes]

Hello, I'm asking as an anon cuz its my first time requesting and I'm kind of nervous but I was wondering how would bakugou,deku,todoroki(+iida if you want<3) react to they're significant other doing the bumpy ride trend? where they balance a thing on their head and dance? Example : https://www.youtube.com/shorts/eWBDUeWgMXI and then they get very flustered lol love u<33

[ Oh God, is that what the kids are up to these days? Welp, best of luck to them! I know my limit for headcanons is usually three, but we all know how much I love Iida so he had to be included in this. So I hope you enjoy this rare, four-character headcanon set. P.S. Love you too, anon. ]

"What the hell are you doing!?" Katsuki couldn't care less about the 'trends' extras were trying. The only type of social media he liked was about heroes. Still, he was curiously angry when he walked into your room to see you balancing something on your head while moving around. The fact that you were having trouble keeping that thing on your head made him roll his eyes.

He thought you had enough common sense to know when to quit following this stupid trend. However, you didn't and he wasn't shy about sharing his opinion. "Why are you wasting your time doing this, dumbass? Trends are only for extras with nothing else to do!" You tried not to let him bother you, after all, you were just having fun.

He usually didn't care about anyone's safety but his own. But damn it, you were different. When you tried to balance dangerous or heavy things on your head while dancing, he'd scold you. "Idiot! Be careful, damn it!" He'd snatch whatever item away from you and quickly replace it with another before flushing as he admitted, "I just...d-don't want you to get hurt, dumbass."

Most believed Katsuki could not laugh or find humor in anything that wasn't someone else's misery. But after some time of seeing you perform this trend continuously. He couldn't help but smile. Yeah, it was a rare sight to see him smile, hell even see him happy. But damn if he didn't admire your determination and that cute look on your face whenever the particular item you were balancing on your head fell off mid-dance.

Izuku would more than likely respond to seeing you perform the bumpy ride trend with curiosity, after his initial surprise. His curiosity would lead him to research everything about this particular trend. He would even watch videos of others performing it, trying to figure out what the most effective strategy is to master it.

Naturally, due to his desire to save and protect others, he'd make sure you always performed the trend in a safe environment. In addition, he'd make sure you used safe items to balance on your head. Usually, he'd help you gather empty bottles or provide one of his All Might plushies for you to use.

You'd usually assign him to record your attempts on your phone so you could upload them later. While he was uncertain about this, he did it because he wanted to help you and show his support. Of course, he was particular about how he would record you. He'd always make sure he was standing at the correct distance, that it was the correct angle, and that the lighting was good. No surprise, you ended up getting a bit impatient with him.

"H-hey it's okay…maybe w-we can look over my notes to s-see what you're doing wrong, y-you'll get it eventually!" He'd always have some encouraging words for you whenever you failed at your bumpy ride trend attempts which was appreciated considering you usually took your frustrations out on him.

"Um…are you alright?" Shoto's initial response to seeing you perform the bumpy ride trend is confusion. He doesn't bother with social media or understand its trends. This leads you to have to explain it to him which only confuses him more.

Before jumping to any conclusion about whether this trend was safe or unsafe, Shoto would observe you performing it. This would help him determine if he should intervene or not. He knew he didn't have a right to tell you what you could and couldn't do. But as your significant other, it was his job to protect you no matter what. He'd do that even if you hated him for it.

His concern eventually led him to suggest alternative trends you could do together. He knows that you'll probably argue with him, but he also knows that it's important to do things that strengthen your bond in romantic relationships and frankly, if he could convince you to do alternative trends with him, he could keep you safe.

He would congratulate you when you finally managed to dance and balance something on top of your head without it falling. But he's unsure exactly what to say which leads him to flush as he struggles to find the words. "That's nice…I am…happy that you accomplished what you wanted to." He still wouldn't understand it, but he'd try to be proud of you in his own way.

"I strictly advise against this form of social entertainment!" It was no surprise that Tenya found social media trends to be a waste of time. The fact that said trends didn't have any academic or structural value added to his distaste for them.

Even after conducting thorough research regarding the "bumpy ride" trend, he still doesn't approve of it, but he knows his disapproval won't sway you from attempting it. So, he overanalyzes it and creates a structured plan to help you perfect and achieve your desired outcome.

Despite not wanting to share his or your "personal" life on the internet, he agrees to document your attempts at this trend. "Are you most certain you wish to perform this again?" The videos he records are typically unedited, which gains your account numerous followers who like to point out his strange way of talking and the fact he's constantly chopping his hands in front of the camera in your videos.

After some time, he finds out that your classmates know about the bumpy ride trend and your videos which he helped upload to your social media account. Even though he feels embarrassed, he explains the pros and cons of the trend. He also explains why he supports you and how he will continue to do so until you master your techniques to accomplish your desired outcome.

[butterfly-lies-chase-them-away]

Good evening, a request please from Jonathan x reader. How Jonathan (and the Batifamy) react if they discover that the reader is the daughter of Poseidon

How Jonathan (and the Batfamy) react if they discover that the reader is the daughter of Poseidon

During a tough mission by the docks, the Bat Family saw something incredible. Y/n, in danger, summoned water to protect herself. Shocked, they asked how she did it. Reluctantly, she revealed she was Poseidon's daughter.  For Jonathan, he would have discovered it during an exchange of secrets and stories. Jonathan, always looking to know more, would decide to spice things up by daring each other to reveal something surprising about themselves. Through this, Y/n would confess her lineage (then would proceed to show him as he clearly thought it was a joke).

Jonathan: Jonathan would likely be intrigued and cautious. He'd recognize the significance of having a demigod in their midst, especially one with such a powerful parentage. He might express concern for Y/n’s safety, knowing that being the child of a Greek god could attract dangerous attention. However, he'd also see the potential benefits, considering the abilities and knowledge Y/n might possess. He'd make it a priority to ensure Y/n's well-being while also tapping into her unique skills in the name of science.

Bruce: Bruce would approach the situation with his usual vigilance. He'd immediately begin analyzing the implications of having a demigod on the team, considering both the advantages and risks. Bruce would likely delve into researching Greek mythology and Poseidon's powers to better understand Y/n's capabilities. He'd also lecture her on the importance of keeping it secret (as if she hadn’t already known that), knowing that the knowledge of Y/n's lineage could make her a target. 

Dick: Dick's reaction would be a mix of fascination and concern. He'd be genuinely interested in learning more about the Y/n’s heritage and would likely ask about Greek mythology. Dick would also be protective, understanding the dangers that come with being a demigod. He'd offer support and guidance to Y/n, helping her navigate the complexities of her newfound identity within the Bat Family. 

Jason: Jason's initial reaction of surprise quickly morphed into intrigue. He’d bombard Y/n with questions, his curiosity piqued by the possibilities of having a teammate with godly powers. Despite his tough exterior, there was a glint of respect in his eyes as he listened to Y/n's stories of her heritage. In his own way, Jason made it clear that he was on board with whatever challenges and adventures having a demigod on the team might bring (and bro is definitely gonna fuck around with it).

Barbara: Barbara would react with a mixture of curiosity and caution. She'd want to understand the extent of Y/n’s abilities and how they could be utilized in their missions. Barbara would also be concerned about the potential dangers of being the daughter of a Greek god, knowing that it could make Y/n a target for various threats. She'd offer her support and expertise in helping Y/n adapt to her new identity within the Bat Family. Barbara would see Y/n’s presence as an opportunity to expand their capabilities while also remaining vigilant against any potential risks.

Tim: Tim would be curious upon discovering Y/n’s lineage. He'd immediately start brainstorming ways to test and understand her powers, eager to learn more about the capabilities of a demigod (totally wants to see her do some sick-ass tricks). Tim would also express concern for Y/n’s safety, knowing that having a powerful parentage could attract unwanted attention from enemies. Tim would see Y/n’s powers as an exciting new addition to the team, but he'd also prioritize her protection above all else (as if she couldn’t waste him). A/N: I've never had a request like this before, I hope I did well. It was very much a different request than what I'm used to but HEY! it was fun either way. I'm always happy to bring the Batfamily up :) Thank you for the request Anon 💚

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

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ch 1 (written by dathomirdumpsterfire)

You own a diner in the lower levels of coruscant, one that never closes. It's a few hundred stories below the surface, just far enough down to be a little rough and tumble. Your little business is hard work, but good work. Steady.

One night like any other a young zabrak walks in, looking around the seating space with glittering gold eyes beneath a heavy hood.

You seat him and ask if he'd like anything to drink besides water. The answer is no.

You leave him with a menu and go to snag that yourself. It's three in the morning, so there's only you, your chef-droid, and this guy. You come back with that water, and ask him what he'd like to eat.

He prevaricates, stoic, and you get the hint he's a bit unsure of himself. That's not uncommon, with a mixed species menu as eclectic as yours. You know what zabraks like to eat though, so you offer a few choice options.

He picks the second one. It's a simple dish, and you ask your droid to cook it up while you idle around doing clean up and organization tasks.

When you deliver his food the zabrak politely thanks you. He eats everything on the plate without taking off his hood, pays, tips well, and disappears. You don't make much note of the visit, anymore than you'd make note of another.

The guy comes back though, three nights later, and asks for another recommendation.

Again you give him some suggestions. He picks one, eats it and disappears.

When he wanders in at late night a third time, you start to take notice. Regulars are what keep you afloat after all. This trend continues too, until one day you realize you only have a single recommendation off the menu for him left. He's tried everything else his species might like, though he's never expressed his opinion on the result.

Well. He clearly liked to try new things, so you do some research that very day, and have three more options ready for his next visit. You don't even bring the menu this time.

This trend continues, week after week, month after month. Every few days the red and black stranger comes in, picks a dish, pays generously, and leaves. You don't know his name, though he's always formal and polite, just not one for conversation.

That is, until one day he comes in smelling of blood and shivering, his steps slow and unsteady...

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ch 2 (written by @krazykupidspoems)

The blood staining his careful steps is the second thing you notice. You yell for the chef droid to bring the med-pak. It's meager but you will do what you can to help. Some bacta bandages, wrap bandages, a needle, and thread for temp stitching (never been used thank the Gods).

You rush to the Zabrak to stabilize his steps. He's as heavy as he looks you note as he accepts the assistance in walking.You brush the thought away and lead him to the attached owner's suite. It's small but you haven't much choice, enforcers wouldn't do anything but direct the man to a med speeder. And he came to you.

So yes you will help even as his two still beating hearts inexplicably speed up at the sight of your small room.

Colorful tapestries made by your grandmother's hand frame the rough ramshackle bed that was shoved against the wall. The quilts for when the blackouts start are hidden beneath the bed. Your thin sheets that probably should have been thrown out years ago cover the bed now.

Well after tonight they will be thrown or perhaps burned.

You guide the Zabrak to sit on the bed careful of the side he is obviously favoring.

The Zabrak takes in a sharp breath as he sits and shakily lets it out through his mouth. A quiet whine building deep in his chest.

Oh, that's not good...

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ch 3 (written by @mcu-supersoldiers)

The third thing you notice, after the blood, is how warm he is when you help him sit. Which is not necessarily a bad thing. You seem to recall hearing somewhere that Zabraks ran warmer than your own species. Some holodrama celebrity interview or something. It would probably be much more concerning if he was cold, you reason to yourself.

Your hands hover helplessly, afraid to touch more until the droid comes back with the med-kit. The sound coming from him was clearly one of pain, and he held himself stiffly, as if afraid of jostling whatever injury his dark cloak and clothes were hiding.

"Look, I uh- I know we ain't been real personal-like, when you've been coming in. But um. Well, I mean... Gotta see where you're bleeding." You trip over your words in embarrassment.

There was a professional distance you kept with your customers. Sure, you might get to know the chatty ones. Hells, you even went on a date or two with a couple that were bold enough to ask. But you don't touch them. You don't take their clothes off. In your room. This was crossing all sorts of boundaries.

"Do what you must." He replied, his voice breathy, from behind gritted teeth.

You nod, and peel his cloak away from his body. You could see a few tears in it. And more in his clothes. And... you swallow hard.

His left leg has a large shard of what looks like transparisteel embedded high in the meat of his thigh, near his hip. There are smaller pieces and what looks like honest-to-small-gods wood dug into his side and leg. His black clothes hid how badly he must have been bleeding. The transparisteel or whatever it was glittered strangely in the low yellow light of your living unit.

"Oh dear." Your droid exclaims from behind you, making you jump. It hands you a pair of small but sharp scissors.

Your hands tremble slightly as you cut open first the side of his shirt, then his loose fitting pants almost down to the knee.

You knew his skin was red and black. He never took off his hood when he ate at your diner, but you'd caught enough glances. It was quite different to see ALL of that red and black. Red wasn't a common color for a Zabrak, outside of some high fashion holos you'd seen. Nor was the stark black of his markings, the zabraks you'd met personally leaning towards brown on brown, or perhaps browns over more muted oranges and yellows. This was... well, 'STRIKING' didn't quite do it justice.

You scold yourself. The man was bleeding from multiple shrapnel wounds, and you couldn't stop the tingling flush you can feel rising in your cheeks from seeing so much of his skin.

So much of his muscle. You had known he was fit, under that cloak. Something about the way he moved... gliding through your diner to his regular booth. It made something in your baser instincts warn 'predator!'. You'd learned to ignore that fear reaction, after a couple of years. Lots of people in the lower levels were like that. Kinda rough, kinda dangerous. But they very, very rarely came to your establishment looking for anything other than a meal.

So, you wondered... what in the hells could hurt a man that your instincts told you was plenty dangerous in his own right??

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[ellekhen]

Hand, Hearth, and Home

Chapter 49 - Blood for Blood - II

Chapter Summary: The adventurers have successfully infiltrated Moonrise Towers, but as easy as it is to walk right in, far more unexpected trials await them inside.

Pairing(s): Astarion x Male Tav (Main); Past OC x Male Tav Rating: Explicit Length: 252K+ words; Chapters 49/70 (Master Post)

Excerpt below:

“And what exactly will you do with the blood you keep?” Church asks her warily.

“Research, naturally. A little experimentation, perhaps — I have an innate curiosity for all things sanguine,” she purrs.

“Sounds… interesting,” Church hesitates. “Well, we really should be on our…”

“Oh come on, darling — it’s just blood,” Astarion lilts into his mind. “You give it away all the time! Let’s see what this drow can cook up for us. It could be quite a boon.”

“I don’t like her,” Church grumbles.

“Nor do I, but I do like…”

“...power,” Church sighs. “I know.”

“You seem to be uncertain,” Araj notices with amusement. “Perhaps I could tempt you further. You are a… sorcerous sort, are you not? Your aura is positively electric with magic…” she sniffs unnervingly deeply. “...and something… else. Hmm.”

She gives Church another beguiling smile, but something in her eyes looks strange. 

Hungry.

“Oh. Splendid,” she croons. “Your blood could lead to a significant breakthrough in my research. How about I… sweeten the offer?”

She gestures grandly towards another workbench laden with all manner of herbs, resins, salts, and more.. 

“In addition to this potion, I shall offer you any two items from my little shop here — free of charge,” she says magnanimously. “I have quite a collection of potions, toxins, and alchemical components… as well as some truly unique, enchanted items. All worthy of a True Soul such as yourself.”

The Weave does thrum curiously around the crates, and Church can feel Gale’s curiosity piqued at the edge of his mind.  

“She must… really want that blood,” Shadowheart remarks dryly. 

“Please tell me I’m not the only one who thinks this is a terrible idea!” Karlach groans into their minds.

“On the contrary, if Church must fight without his magic, then perhaps we should get every boon we can,” Gale suggests pragmatically.

“For once I agree with the wizard,” Astarion admits. “You don’t have to like her to like the product.”

“Gods,” Karlach sighs. “Look… whatever helps, I suppose. But it’s up to you, Soldier.”

Church’s stomach squirms. They do have a point. He… supposes losing a little blood in exchange for a sketchy potion and sketchier research is a better alternative to losing his soul to the shadows.

“Alright,” Church relents, rolling up a sleeve as he eyes the syringe already in the drow’s hand. “Let’s do it.”

Araj smiles beatifically back at him. “Splendid! Your companions may go on ahead and peruse my wares as they wait.”

Church follows the drow to take a seat nearby, grateful of the fact that Astarion remains close behind him. Gale, Karlach, and Shadowheart’s eyes also remain ever-watchful, even as they pretend to sort through the trader’s wares.

With clinical precision, the drow carefully wraps a leather strap around his arm as a tourniquet before tapping and swabbing upon his skin. 

“Just a little prick… and it’ll be over soon,” she says soothingly. 

But the grip of her delicate hands upon the tiefling’s arm is like iron.

“While we are here, perhaps there’s one more thing we could discuss,” Araj says conversationally. “Your vampiric friend here.”

“‘Vampiric?’” Church tries to sound puzzled. “I don’t know what you’re—”

He grunts as the needle burns into his skin.

“Please,” Araj chuckles. “You think someone in my line of work wouldn’t recognize a vampire spawn when they see one?” She smirks, eyes flitting meaningfully down to Church’s neck. “Or his marks.”

She leers at Astarion, who recovers hastily from his visible trepidation with a winning smile.

“Oh don’t worry, we’re all friends under the Absolute!” he reassures her airily. “I won’t bite.”

“Oh, but I’d prefer if you did,” Araj tells him breathily. She turns back to Church, still gripping his arm as the blood flows through the tubing and into her vial. 

“I assume he belongs to you?” she asks him brusquely.

“Excuse me?” Church scoffs, wincing against her grip. “He’s not… mine. He’s his own person.”

Araj gives him a simpering smile as her hand tightens upon his draining arm.

“I’m sure he really believes that,” she titters. “How utterly adorable.”

She again addresses Astarion — sharply. “Do you have a name, spawn?”

“A-Astarion,” the elf stutters hastily, throwing up his hands to stall her. “But hold on—!”

“Good,” she croons, finally withdrawing her needle from Church and pressing a pad of cotton to the puncture site. “Now, Astarion, I’ve dreamt of being bitten by a vampire since I was a young girl.”

“Um — I’m… sorry?” Astarion scoffs in disbelief. “You want to be bitten?”

“To feel your life’s blood slipping away? To dance on the edge between life and death?” she muses dreamily. She looks back at the spawn, nodding solemnly. “Yes, I want it.”

Church feels nauseous, and not just from having his blood drawn. 

“Let’s go, love,” he urges Astarion. 

“But…” Astarion’s thoughts seem strangely faint. “Your… potion?”

Araj continues, excitedly. 

“I’ll even compensate you — a potion of legendary power that forever increases the strength of the one who consumes it. It’s not for sale, but it’s yours…” she smiles hungrily at the spawn. “...if you bite me.”

“Fuck the potion!” Church replies to him furiously, yanking off the tourniquet. 

But Astarion doesn’t seem to hear him as he recoils from the blood trader’s gaze, an uncomfortable smile still perched upon his face. 

“I… will have to decline,” he says cordially.

“Excuse me?” Araj seems taken aback, still smiling stiffly as her eyes narrow. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and you’re squandering it.”

“I gave you my answer!” Astarion hisses through gritted teeth, his forced smile dropping in an instant. 

Araj scoffs, turning to beseech his companion instead. “Can you talk some sense into your obstinate charge?”

“He said ‘no,’” Church tells her shortly, standing up a bit too fast. “There’s nothing more to discuss.”

Alongside the lightness in his head, he is fighting to keep his rage to a simmer. 

“How very disappointing,” Araj says coldly. 

But then she sighs, scowling down at the vial of blood. “Well, at least this meeting wasn’t completely fruitless.”

She turns back to her workbench, working quickly as she adds Church’s blood to a flask. 

“Let’s get out of here,” Church tells his party hastily.

“Bitch gives me the creeps,” Karlach growls.

Araj then returns, holding out the bottle to Church, her eyes still fixed hungrily upon Astarion. “There we are. All of your best traits — in a bottle.” She smiles, although it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Use it well!”

Church looks down at it, trying his damndest to keep his hands from trembling even as he takes it from the drow’s grasp.

“Ahem,” Gale pipes up, barely wilting under the drow’s glare. “Will you still permit us to look through this lovely inventory of yours…?”

Almost simultaneously, the wizard speaks urgently into Church and Astarion’s minds alone. “Go get some air. Now.”

“I’m fine, I’m…” Church begins to say.

“NOW, Church!” 

Astarion smiles loftily as he pulls Church away, leaving Gale, Shadowheart, and a reluctant Karlach together to peruse. But that smile fades quickly as the elf watches the tiefling shove open the door to the ramparts. It’s only outside that he finally gets to take in the sight of Church’s literally smoldering, seething fury. 

“Oh come on, darling! Pull yourself together!” Astarion hisses aloud to him. 

Church shakes himself, taking a deep, bracing breath as the last of his smoke diffuses into the chilly air. “Sorry. I just… the absolute fucking gall,” he spits, glaring down at the bottle gripped in his hand. 

He’s tempted to hurl it over the edge of the ramparts, or better yet break the bottle upon the ground before driving the shards into that presumptuous drow over and over and—!

He’s surprised that between the two of them, he seems to be far more furious than Astarion. 

“Well, do keep that potion,” the spawn shrugs, plucking it from Church’s shaking, clenched hand. “We may as well have gotten something from that dreadful interaction.”

The warlock still says nothing, and the rogue groans exasperatedly to himself. 

“Stay in control, darling,” Astarion mutters to him, stowing the potion away in the tiefling’s pack. “Don’t show your hand. Not yet.”

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[sailtomarina]

Hate you

“That is not what Professor Vector meant, and you know it!” Hermione snarled, slamming her hands down on top of the desk so hard their ink bottles threatened to fall off.

It was with quick reflexes that Malfoy snatched them away from the edge and slid them back to safety. For what had to be the millionth time that term, Hermione hated herself for appreciating anything about the blonde git.

Why, oh, why, did he have to be her partner in Advanced Arithmancy?

She cursed her duties as Head Girl and the rest of their classmates for leaving the seat next to Malfoy open when she came waltzing into the room late. She had no choice but to sit next to him on that first day.

She couldn’t just say no when Professor Vector announced their seat mates would be their partners for the rest of the school term. Hermione had an example to set. She not only had to put forward the first foot towards inter-house unity, she also knew how important it was to show others that forgiveness was a living, breathing thing. 

She couldn’t just preach the gospel of healing post-war; she had to live it.

So, she accepted the assignment without complaint.

She’d nodded at the announcement as if it was only natural that she partner with the boy who’d bullied her since childhood, who’d taught her all about blood purity, who’d let murderers into their school, who’d seen her scream and bleed, and who had now returned along with scant few others to re-do their final year.

She hated him. She also pitied him. More importantly, she hated him.

Today, he’d had the nerve to try and correct her part of their current project.

He took a deep breath before replying. “You can’t just assume that Scranton’s Formula applies in this instance. There are additional variable to consider—”

“I am not assuming!” she protested. “Scranton fits too perfectly to not be correct and whatever ‘other variables’ might exist don’t matter when the answer is obvious.”

She knew she was right. She couldn’t not be right, particularly with Malfoy thinking otherwise.

“Does that mean you’re already aware of Livingston’s Theorem?”

Hermione sputtered at the term, “Of course I’m aware of it! Livingston is not applicable here, or anywhere, really—”

“Why not?” Malfoy sat down and she absolutely hated that he did. It was like he expected their argument to take a long time.

“Livingston was a quack! Anyone who takes Divination into account like he does obviously knows nothing worth my time.” She refused to sit. She was right and there was nothing else to discuss.

“You are aware Arithmancy and Divination are related fields, right?” he pressed.

“They were such that Arithmancy evolved to include actual facts and data, rendering Divination completely useless.” She’d concede at least that much.

The few students still remaining behind in the classroom looked warily over at them almost like they were worried the two would break into a fight. Hermione wanted to roll her eyes at their unnecessary concern. 

“Why don’t we both submit our findings and we’ll allow Vector to decide who’s correct?” Malfoy suggested.

“Professor Vector.”

He looked amused at her correction, and it was that smug twitch of his lips that sent Hermione over the edge.

“God, I hate you,” she muttered.

All traces of a smile faded from his face, replaced with a grimace that vanished nearly as quickly as it had appeared. Hermione had the distinct feeling she was looking at a mask that only pretended to be Draco Malfoy.

“You’re welcome to write whatever you want, Granger. I’ll still include my own research and we can make it clear that our opinions and findings differ. Professor Vector should appreciate the additional viewpoints even if I’m wrong,” he said stiffly.

Before Hermione could respond, he gathered his belongings and walked away.

Hermione didn’t think she owed him an apology for snapping at him as she had, but she did feel a little hollow at the way he’d just taken it. Their arguments always seemed to end that way—she’d inevitably get so wound up that she’d say something cutting, something true, and he’d just…accept.

She wanted to feel satisfaction at turning the tables on the git, but instead all she felt was a lingering sense of incompleteness. Did she want to keep punishing him? Did she resent his presence at Hogwarts? Did she regret testifying for him?

No. Her answer to all three was ‘no’.

So then why did she keep acting the way she did towards him?

“I hate him,” she repeated quietly.

As she walked towards the doorway, she paused by the bookshelf lining the wall. In a moss green cover, title glinting silver, was Walter Livingston’s Reinterpretations on Arithmancy. She stared at it, chewing her lip, mind rapidly rehashing the details of her research.

She sighed and slid the book into her bag.

WC 821

Twitter prompt from DramionePrompts

Cross posted on Tumblr and AO3

I've missed writing Dramione shorts! I've been so wrapped up in larger projects with the fests I've signed up on, that I've neglected keeping up with the snippets I like. This one doesn't have much romance, but there is a hint of something...more...if you squint hard enough :P maybe acceptance? maybe someday friendship?

[andalon-historian]

When Morgan was around 10, Sister Marian had all the girls of Morgan's age present to the class the story of their Biblical namesake. The idea was to deliver the moral of each of these characters, and to vow to live up to it. 

Ruth talked about how she would always be there for her family, no matter what she had to sacrifice. 

Sarah talked about how she would trust what God said no matter how surprising it may seem. 

Leah wanted to talk about how she would sneak in at the last second and steal her sister’s man, but she didn’t dare say that to Sister Marian, so instead she said something about being obedient even when you aren't happy.  

All three Marys got together and argued at length over who would get to be Jesus’s mom, and who would have to be Martha’s sister or the Magdalene. In the end, they could only stop arguing if nobody got to be Jesus’s mom, and the third one of them had to settle for the woman Paul meets in Romans 16. 

A few of the girls had to do some research with the priest’s help. Judith discovered that she was named for Esau’s wife; Anna for a prophetess in Luke; Gabriella for the angel Gabriel (though perhaps that one shouldn’t have been difficult to figure out).

And of course a few kids here and there had names that weren’t originally from the Bible. Christina got to speak of being Christian, and Arabella got to speak of being “given in prayer.” Lillian, Viola, and Rosa got to share a presentation about flowers and nature. 

In other words, everyone else in Morgan’s class had a name that was either in Latin or right out of the Bible. They all had names they could learn about, that they could recognize, that came from an acceptable culture. This was an elite noble convent after all, for the third daughters of important men with more to gain from currying favor with the church than currying favor with another noble. She was the king’s step-daughter, after all. 

But “Morgan” was not a Latin name-- and it wasn’t a Bible name either. It was a Breton name. She was named by her mother, duchess of Cornwall and princess of Avalon. Her sister was going to be queen of Lothian. While she didn’t know it yet, she herself was going to be queen of Wales. This was Britain; she had a Breton name, not some importation from the French or the Romans. She would eventually learn to take pride in that. 

But she was not taking pride then, as a ten year old student of a nunnery, completely alone and unable to explain the origins of her own name. She was excused from the presentation, and instead got to give a brief talk on any Biblical woman of her choice, and she chose Delilah. She chose Delilah because she liked the story of a woman taking initiative and not always being kind and honest, but then she was the only girl talking about a woman you shouldn’t imitate in addition to all the other ways she was standing out. 

A while after that, her sister was married to the King of Lothian; she was 21, and he was 24. An extremely lucky pairing for her, all things considered. Morgan had leave to go visit for the wedding, and while they were alone, she asked her sister if she knew where her name came from. 

Morgause laughed. Her laugh was always so high-pitched, but crisp and clear and never shrill. 

“They didn’t know?,” she said. 

“Everybody else was named for a saint or something,” Morgan said shyly.

“Well you certainly aren’t that,” Morgause said gleefully. “You were named for the mary-morgans!”

Morgan stared, unsure.

“The mari-morgans. The drowner spirits! The merrow, the sirens, the children of dead Dahut?” She put her arm around little Morgan and pulled her in close. “You’re named for the dread enchantresses who live in the sea, who draw out sailors and dash them against the rocks. You are powerful, and magical, and alluring, and deadly. And just like the mari-morgans, you are going to rule the world from your throne in the sea, and anyone who tries to take on Morgan the Fairy will drown.” She kissed the top of her little sister's head.

Morgan hated that nickname, but when Morgause said it, it sounded like a complement. Something to be proud of. She clung to that feeling and buried her head in her sister’s chest. It had been so long.

[makerofmadness]

hey y'all can you STOP spreading misinformation about people online just because it's been deemed morally acceptable?

you know the post going around saying "Scott cawthon supports Israel" yeah that post is literally the only evidence of this you can look it up right now I did it myself when I saw it and NOTHING COMES UP SAYING HE'S MADE ANY STATEMENTS ABOUT ISRAEL AT ALL. And OP hasn't even acknowledged my addition to their post either. People keep spreading the misinformation though and now people are trying to say we should treat fnaf like it's the terfwizard books or something.

and basically no one else seeing that post except in the replies even BOTHERS to fact check they all just BELIEVE IT and keep spreading it around???????? And I saw some people in the replies say that even when they found NO EVIDENCE, they would believe it anyway just because "he's evangelical/republican"

no. If we get to the point where we just spread and believe disinformation about people unchallenged, that will be weaponized against people who are undeniably good. This is why we stand up against stuff like this no matter how much the target may or may not "deserve it:" to have a fair world, no one can deserve something like this. It's cheap

Yeah OP's silence on the post to my response and refusal to provide evidence is what I'm taking as confirmation that it's entirely fabricated. If you see a post saying Scott supports Israel: do your own research, for the love of God. Stop believing random tumblr users on everything. (I know, I know, rich coming from a random tumblr user, but still-)

[springstarfangirl]

Hiya! I'm trying to write a Jewish character, can I have some help please? I really want to make her good positive representation

Sure thing! Though do keep in mind that I am only one girl from one stream of a religion that has itself a history of over three millennia, so I can only speak for what I know, that being Orthodox Judaism.

(also this is getting quite long, but I don't know what I expected- the rest is going under the cut.)

So one thing to keep in mind is that Judaism is more than just a religion. It's also a culture, and even just being raised around it- even if your character is secular (doesn't perform the commandments) or atheist/agnostic (doesn't believe God exists/doesn't know if God exists)- it will very much affect your character's mindset and possibly show up in their life in other ways.

In fact, the reason why I separated secular from atheist/agnostic is part of that- Judaism, due to putting more emphasis on the doing than the believing, doesn't really care if you actually believe in God. There are people who very much perform Judaism as a cultural ritual more than as a religion, and they are just as valid as the people who believe that God is there in every corner.

Okay, so what kind of cultural mentalities can you add?

For instance, the idea of proselytizing is forbidden in Judaism. So the way charity differs from tzedaka can be huge. Tzedaka comes from the root word tzedek, justice, and is seen as a way to help someone who's down on their luck to get back on their feet. Not an opportunity to convince them to join your religion. *stares angrily at American charity orgs*

This has a massive effect on how Jewish people see the world. Giving to and helping other people makes us happy, and that in itself is reward enough.

On the more cultural aspect, the menorahs you always see on TV shows? Inaccurate. Those are specific to one holiday, Chanukkah, which is not only a rather minor holiday but is also sometimes viewed as the "Jewish Christmas" when it really isn't. Instead, what any Jewish household would really have is books, and lots of them. The way we view the Tanach is very different from how a lot of Christians view the Bible- it's rarely literal- and so often you'll find a lot of books about Jewish law hanging around. Also, prayer books and candlesticks. Adult Jewish men are supposed to pray three times a day, so someone is bound to leave their prayer book lying around. And the candlesticks are from the "ceremony" (I say, struggling to find a better word) where we welcome Shabbat on Friday just before sunset. A lot of families keep them out all week.

Food is also massively important. Do your research on what's kosher and what's not (though if your character is Reform this may not apply as much- again, I speak from my own experience only) and try to stick to that. That might involve a Jewish character avoiding eating outside the house unless it's a packaged item (which they might check for kashrut symbols), or whispering a blessing before they eat. Kosher meat and cheese are both very hard to find outside of places with a lot of Jews, so they might be vegetarian.

I can't think of anything else right now, so I'll tag @unbidden-yidden because as a convert, they have much more experience with the mindset distinctions between Christianity and Judaism.

Jumblr, feel free to throw all your additions at this post- I need all the help I can get.

I hope this helped at least a little!

[rwprincess]

Blinded Me With Science (Part 5)

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Word Count: 1.2k

Synopsis: Teasing toes the line into flirting; You and Fred have an argument about Dungeons and Dragons

CW: mild language, flustered nerd flirting, talk of germs

“I can’t believe you’d even entertain the thought of playing a game with so much math again. Traitor.” Fred spit his joke at you as you collaborated on your article regarding germs-by-class. You made the unfortunate mistake of bringing up The Hellfire Club’s generous contribution and all you observed that night.

“I’ve told you before, I can do addition and subtraction,” you rolled your eyes at his accusation. “Besides, that guy..uh, Gareth, was there to help me figure out what number to put where.”

“Oh yes. Can’t forget about Gareth,” he said in a sardonic tone.

“What is that even supposed to mean?” You asked, completely oblivious to what he could be getting at.

“Nothing.” He said with a slight smirk but when you continued looking at him with confusion, he dropped his shoulders and tried to push it aside. “Really. Nevermind.”

You wrestled with asking a follow up or demanding to know, as he had somewhat piqued your curiosity. However, you also knew that Fred was stubborn and probably wouldn’t crack easily, so maybe it was best to just let it go. “Anyway…” you tried to pivot the subject back to what you were initially talking about, “the results are in from the experiment.”

“And?”

“The hypothesis wasn’t right on the money, but the freshmen definitely had the dirtiest--most scientifically bacteria-filled, I should say--hands.”

“Well of course,” Fred snorted back, “not much surprise there, right? That’s why it was the hypothesis. It’s the obvious conclusion from observing the unwashed masses.”

You pursed your lips, trying not to give in and smile at his jab. You were still trying to act as professional as possible. You had assured him that you would approach this without judgment, as a scientist, when he was worried about contributing his own sample. You couldn’t go back on that and ruin the facade now. “Right. But, surprisingly, age did not equal maturity and the seniors were in second place.”

“So you’re telling me that it’s the little kids and Eddie Munson and his cohorts? Color me shocked.” He barely raised an eyebrow in response, flatly and sardonically taking another jab.

“Fine. Fine! Yes, you could draw those conclusions from this study, but remember: it’s a small sample size, so it doesn’t really justify your bias.”

“Me? Biased? Whatever gave you that idea?” He asked, playfully, so you responded in kind.

“Oh, just your strong opinions about, y’know, everything.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know that those ‘opinions’ come from hefty research.”

“Oh, do they now?”

“Yes,” he insisted and you were more amused with his straight-laced demeanor, knowing he didn’t particularly mean it, “they’re not just some baseless ideas I come up with on my own. They’re logical deductions from facts and data. What do you take me for?”

“Me, apparently. God, I’m rubbing off on you. ‘Facts and data,’” you quoted him with a scoff.

“And what would be so bad about that?” He asked, “To have you rub off on me.”

You hadn’t noticed how incredibly close he was standing until now. The playful banter had made you unaware, and now you were mere inches apart. The realization flustered you and you almost automatically leaped back, out of self-preservation. Instead, you tried to play it cool and took a slight step away from him, nervous to alert him to how he truly made you feel. “Yeah, I guess…I mean, I don’t know,” you muttered a half-baked answer to his rhetorical question, then quickly covered it up with, “If we start talking about data, we might actually begin valuing numbers and then that is a slippery slope to liking math, I bet. Can’t have that,” you joked.

“No, can’t have that,” he said, and his agreement put you more at ease, thinking that the awkwardness had passed and that you could move on to something else. But then he looked at you strangely, an emotion you couldn’t read flashed behind his eyes as they lingered on you just a bit too long.

*~~~*

Despite Fred’s ribbing, you agreed to another session of Dungeons and Dragons, or ‘D&D,’ as Eddie insisted was the ‘cool’ way to refer to it. “You can come along again, if you want,” you posited to him when he mildly objected to you going again a couple weeks after your initial game.

“I know I said anytime you wanted to scope out a Satanic cult, Y/N but c’mon, you can’t be serious. It doesn’t have that much appeal.”

“You only think that because you didn’t actually play, Mr. ‘Conscientious Observer.’ Maybe if you take off your little reporter’s cap and join us, you might have a little fun.”

“Good lord, Y/N. Whatever made you think I was interested in fun?” He gave you that signature deadpan look you’d become accustomed to and secretly favored.

“Fine,” you shrugged, “I don’t mind going by myself.”

“Or…” he drew out the one-syllable word far longer than it needed to be, “you could just not go.”

“I’m not really doing anything better.” 

“We could, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, study for math. That would be better.” 

You raised your hand to his forehead with fake alarm, “Are you ill? I can’t believe Fred Benson of all people would say such a thing. I’m not so sure you’re my Fred.”

‘My Fred’ echoed in his head and caused a dull ache in his chest. He wanted to be nothing more, and hearing you say that out loud made him weak in the knees. He lost himself for a moment and then, in an effort to save face and pull himself back to reality, swatted your hand away. “That’s my point. That’s just how bad this is and how much I wouldn’t want to go.”

“Oh my gosh, then don’t!” You had become exasperated at this point. You had offered to have him join because you liked his company, but didn’t need him to go, and he was putting up one hell of a fight. “They were all plenty nice last time. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

That jogged his memory, causing him to relive the way Gareth looked at you and talked to you. Maybe he needed to insert himself as a barrier after all. But he couldn’t look like he was worried about that, so he pretended to acquiesce to you instead. “Jeez, if you’re gonna get all bent out of shape and mad about it, I guess I could come. If it means that much to you.”

“It doesn’t. You’re free to do whatever you want. I don’t want to put you out and make you bored.” You weren’t sure what he could possibly want at this point and he was hurt that you were willing to go without him,that you could just forget about him that easily.

“I…ugh, I’ll think about it,” he finally offered. He felt like this was a compromise: he could save face and appease you at the same time. You, however, worried about trapping him somewhere he didn’t want to be; but the argument was over, for now.

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[lizardleech-bogmummy]

@korblez just saw your tag uhhh Anteros time. And his sick ass arm

In Greek mythology Anteros is the god of requited love/avenger of unrequited lovers, who carries a quiver of lead arrows, and is one of the erotes. Considering he views himself as unloved, that kinda paints the picture

I know I posted it already but I'm reposting the picture to be side by side with the Jojo picture I snagged the composition/initial designs of him and Enyo from (should maybe remake this one since it's oooold and i know I'm better at art now, or maybe should just make new takes on him artistically other than him getting backshots)

Anyway he has pathetically small biotic potential that once the innate weakness of it is discovered, his parents consider him a lost cause for advancement of the family legacy. So, adopting his brother Enyo who has significantly more potential, he ends up taking a back seat. Not willingly, of course, and in a continuous fool's errand to prove he's worth something erodes away at himself. A common theme with him is his real talents don't involve being the person he wants to become, and also that he does not have the power he wishes he had.

During the particularly brutal training he was sent on, he other than becoming even more skilled in deception and manipulation refined his weak biotics with fine control, eventually able to use them to destabilize biotic fields and guide projectiles, allowing him to seemingly have the devil's luck through extreme effort. For example of these problems he makes for himself: At one point during his first deployment (ironically with his younger brother as the officer) he, overconfident and enraged, baited the stronger turian into a fight. He successfully destabilized the mass effect fields that would have made the fist flying towards his face particularly dangerous, but did still have a fist flying towards his face. Not ideal. He at least got to drag Enyo down with him for attacking a subordinate, but the beating did put him in a hospital and require him to get reconstructive surgery on his mandibles.

Eventually, after years of research on the physics and biology surrounding biotics, experimentation with drugs such as red sand, etc, he saw the power Saren had augmented by geth (reaper) technology and thought he discovered a new way forward. Fast forward several years and he's getting an experimental operation performed on him involving pieces of Sovereign, several dragon's teeth, and a lot of redacted documentation.

When he woke up from the profane surgery wielding biotics strong enough to crush small ships and biology that could rapidly recover given proper "fuel," the first thing he did was kill everyone else that knew anything useful about the project. Eventually his brother was made to stop him, and his courage and talent were enough to not just beat him down again but also irreparably damage the part of him that made him so strong, disabling the more powerful regenerative abilities and the strong biotics. So, sensing his own demise, he feigned that the reaper tech drove him insane and that his brother, the only person who loved him and target of all his scorn, saved him from it. Reports on what happened were sparse, too, as an additional mercy. After questioning and examination was released to return to military service, albeit under supervision. Completely back at square one, all of it still for nothing.

There's a few ways things go from there, but kind of his core gimmick is that he's tenacious, charismatic. He refuses to give up, going in the face of insurmountable odds, he embodies the turian maxim of winning at any cost, and does what it takes to get there. But, repeatedly holding all these qualities of a hero, failed to become one.

Also he's a short bottom

Dio is a huge inspiration for him, and red Prince intro was used as pose ref for a couple of these pre-surgery antes

[greenpanda-basicfakewitch]

Welcome to my Witchy Blog!

Here are some links to the pages or speicific post of any speicific thing your looking for :D [I'll post the links once I have them]

About me -> Read!

P.s: I am working on a fictional story, most media I enjoy had influence from real witches/research into Wicca/Paganism. All posts here are for self-gain, research purposes only. So take ALL my posts with a grain of salt. And put a circle around yourself ;P

Index: Introduction: Book of Shadows/Grimoire | Wiccan Rede | Baby witch first steps.  Symbols For Protection-many Others. Pagan/Wiccan/Witch |  what's the diff? | The Founder Fathers of Howarts- I mean Wicca as we know it. [Link to their misdeeds] More in depth about the problems of Wicca [Might need to make a seperate page into cultural appropriation of Wicca. Wicca/Witch History | Do/Don'ts of Wicca: Appropriation List.   Coven Hierarchies. Left Hand Path. Widdershins |

Lore:

Tree of Life |  Triple Goddess  | Horned God  |  Morgan Le fey |  After Life: Return to the Cauldron | The THREE Cauldrons | After Life: SummerLands | Tree People | Shadow people | Triquetra/Relation to Triple Goddess | Lambton Worm Myth

Witch Tools:

Cast a circle/Pentacle [Protection circle before you cast] Elements | Consecrate your Tools. | Altar  | Cauldron  |  Chalice  | Athame | Wand | Boline |  Witch's Bell |Besom/Broom | Witch's Ladder |  

Additional Witches Tools:

Candles|  Crystals  - Cleansing VS Charging | Flowers | Herbs |

Divination Tools:

Ouija | Seance | Pendulum | Runes | Scrying Mirror | Dowsing Rod | "Hag Stones."/Wishbone/jack o lantern | Tarot | Angel numbers | Oracle Cards | Call/invoking a spirit |

Calender

Year Calendar\Wheel of the year Weeks |  Astrology | Retrograde | Moon Rituals | Moon Phases | Moon Phases through the year| Moon Water / Moon Bath | Moon Glyphs |

Spiritual

Deities |Christian hierchies|   Animals as omens/Familiars |  Chakra | Meditation | Milk Bath | Lucid Dreaming | Astral Projection |

Spells and others:

Witch Tips |  Spells |  Witch bag/bottle | Evil Eye | Seashells | Feathers | Witches Alphabet | Faerie Circle/Faerie ring |  Circle Bridge\Devil Bridge | HandFasting

Artistic expression in Wicca:

Using Arts and Crafts in Wicca Wiccan Fashion history | Wiccan Fashion Modern | Occult in Media | Occult in Literature | Occult in Anime |

The good the bad and the Ugly In Wicca

Since I'm a casual observer with no skin in the game, and prefer the media/artistic side of witchery in doing research for my own media ideas I don't want to make mistakes. So here is additional pages I was going to do last, but ugh Wicca should just be chucked in the bin, I've never felt more irritated and wanted to delete this whole blog by this research [and people online who assume everyone KNOWS this stuff and think whats common knowledge to them isn't new information to anybody else. Esp since its not someones social circle/not on the internet much and has my own life etc so thats annoying] And so- Here are going to be Page Links once it's done of-

Symbols in Wicca that are also affiliated with HATE Symbols Like nazisim. -> Problematic Symbols. Individuals in Wicca and their Problematic History. -> History Page. Closed Practices/speicific rituals that are closed -> Closed List. Why Lilith is Closed Explaination -> Source Divided Opinions: When two people are divided if something 'like Chakra' is problematic. I've seen a lot say it's okay- it's not okay etc. So I'll post the 'unsure' stuff here.

The problem with Sabbats -> Blog Post bear in mine OP made a mistake stating that British forced ireland into catholic conversion which wasn't true that was st patrick- the comments/reblogs explain it better. Wheel of the Year in depth information -> [Source]

Closed/Open Practices -> [Post]

Sourced Sites:

[Wiccan Websites here once I've posted all my ducks in a row before I shoot them] Everything Under The Moon -> Source

*Also I WILL Post on my blogs where I got the Info from. Such as sited/sourcing everything and if I took it online/pinterest/tumblr as well as books I've also sourced. I'll post the book/author chapter page etc. Source : Witch

[justrandomselfships]

I decided to do explaining of themes in the short story

I went with Moon and Sea theme for the story because 1: I just like the Moon/Sea more than Sun/Moon 2: I think being the sea suits Nilou much more than the sun.

In the story, roles of the sea and moon are obvious, but the sun was never made clear. So here I am clearing it up that the Sun is Stella's parents who only ever expected of her to study. Cuz to some the role of the sun could be interpreted as some sage.

Maybe one day I will elaborate more about Stella's backstory and her relationship with her parents but to put it short for now they just put a lot of expectations in her because they think she deserves to be the best of the best without realizing that she's more interested in a simple life.

The moon's job as "counting and listening to dreams" for Stella was studying stories of the gods and researching what parts of it was true... Except she was always too lazy to do the second part when it meant she had to go outside.

When I wrote - During the night she'd dance, her audience were the stars. But little did she know, the moon was watching as well. She was captivated and she desperately tried to be seen by the sea... Yet in the end she lacked bravery... She continued to watch her beloved sea from the distance. Seeing all kinds of expressions of the sea falling for her deeper and deeper. - It wasn't entirely accurate to their real story. Since at that point Stella just always made sure that her trips to the grand bazar would be at a time of Nilou's performance and she just was so envious of how carefree the performers were. She didn't fall in love with Nilou by watching her dance, it was just added to spice it up a little.

When she ACTUALLY feel for Nilou was in the fragment- The sea laughed "Is that truly what you think? I've seen your interest in arts" she paused "Day after day, you try to write a story for your own dreams do you not?" the moon was silent for a moment, but as she saw sea's beautiful smile she felt like she was unable to lie and admitted to her hobby "As someone unable to dream I just long to experience it myself... Is that wrong?" - in reality Nilou was asking Stella about one of her failed stories about perfect love and Stella's response was that she just had no time for relationships. And that it was foolish of her to write such a thing.

I think that's all, if there's something else I'll have to add I'll probs reblog it with the additions. I just really like talking about my ship with Nilou so if there's anything you'd like me to clear up lmk~

[eclipsecrowned]

the general publication timeline of the in-universe novels: or, the secondary degradation of danny my-boy’s sanity.

NOTE: this is just a result of me and my main le//stat/ar.mand playing silly buggers about the meta of the books existing within the books themselves. i’m not trying to make fun of anyone or drag any characters. please do not come at me.

1978 - After a lengthy transcription and research process, Daniel calls in every favor he has to get Interview published. The work is sold under a pseudonym, which does not bother Daniel in the slightest seeing as how he’s going to spend the intervening years trying to escape his future husband’s nonsense.

1980s - Lestat publishes his own memoirs, which become a hit on par with the original novel. The general public sees the publication as an excellent tie-in to the rising infamy and marketability of the rock star, and while it does bear his name, everyone assumes this is a sly bit of manufactured authenticity on the part of the original author. After aforementioned Vampire Rock Star survives the events of the third novel, he turns his collected summary of events over to Daniel, who in turns sends them to his publisher after some slight revisions. This is the core and canon body of work to my own interpretation.

1990s - The trilogy is a megahit in the literary world. Daniel and Lestat rake in royalties hand over fist. Daniel puts a lot of it back into the Island and surrounding communities. Lestat spends it on God only knows what. Still, it’s been years since anyone had an update on the coven, and the publishers are getting restless. Circa 1992, they reveal the first of the ghostwritten works, with Daniel none the wiser as it is not his story nor anything he can claim in royalties. The process repeats in 1995, with the second ghostwritten book published. Both of them in my lore are based more on fiction than fact, and clearly start fellating a certain Vampire Prince well beyond his actual virtues and actions. The series falls back into Coven hands with the publication of Armand’s memoirs, as dictated to David. The franchise will remain in his court in the coming decade, with numerous fictitious, fanfiction-esque additions. Everything published in this decade must be taken with a grain of salt. Everything in the new millennia must be assumed outright fabrications.

2000s - David rules the franchise with an iron fist. A cooler, sexier version of David becomes the very best of friends with Lestat within the novels, and everyone else sort of falls to the wayside. The series gets weirdly obsessed with a certain magically enhanced family from New Orleans. Daniel remains none the wiser until a late night conversation with his Maker that reveals Armand’s memoirs have already been published, which leads Daniel down the rabbit hole of realizing that the series continued on without his intervention for almost two decades. The eleven year break that ensues is largely down to Daniel having to wrestle with his publishers legally.

2010s - The dust is settled. Nothing has been published in almost a decade. One night, Hel and Armand bait Daniel into considering a dual rewrite and republication of the latter’s memoirs with more factually correct details than what David was getting at. A sullen Daniel tries to follow along, but finally admits the franchise has become a sore spot for him and he’d rather ensure its demise than get the facts straight, since it would take so much work to undo what others introduced to the ‘canon’ of the in-universe books. Several glasses of bloodwine later, the trio decide they’re going to kill the franchise. Drunk off their asses, they brainstorm a shitpost of a plot concerning the further adventures of their favorite Brat. Borrowing heavily from a fiercely-guarded short story collection certain Coven members have pieced together over the decades to vent frustrations about said protagonist, the book is released in 2014 amid the bemused tittering of its writer… Only to become an overnight success. Daniel breaks. He cannot escape the wheel of torment, he’s only started it spinning anew. Every book since has gotten more and more nonsensical and off the rails in a desperate attempt to kill the series before it kills him. His contract still isn’t up. He’s suffering.