#in andromeda they go into the water together

[ghilankisser]

If what I read about Solavellans intended sex scene being used instead as the Jaal romance scene in ME:A is right, that makes Solas a munch.

[constantlyconfused0x0]

A happy and crazy black family au

where despite their faults love eachother and love to joke around.

They love that remus is a wearwolf.

Euphemia and walburga have tea and go shopping at least 5 times a month, they became friends after prongsfoot.

None of them are hetero.

They basically adopted peter, barty, evan, and pandora bc their home lives suck.

They have tons of bets going around, peter keeps track of them all.

They blend their japanese and indian cultures really well and always try to celebrate together.

When orion finds out about the lupins locking remus up in chains and their general attitude towards his lycanthropy he chews them out to hell and declares that remus is spending all full moons with them, they own a large forest covered in wards so the boys can play safley.

When lily is introduced she feels insecure due to her sister's taunts and her calling lily a wh*re, but they all like her immediately and think shes good for the boys.

Fleamont and Walburga are so bad at cooking that their completely banned from stepping into the kitchen, they don't even have to touch anything for something to go wrong.

Sirius inherited walbugas temper but regulus inherited orions pettiness.

The Blacks have no serious qualms against murder and the potters are loyal to a fault.

The day bellatrix came home after rita betrayed her for a job in the daily prophet to tells lies about the black family and then proceed to break up with her after, bella was in tears and begged the family to forgive her, that day the entire black family swore to make skeeter pay in ways she couldnt even imagine.

The blacks belive in power over blood tourjus pur to them means that their power is always pure and strong thats why they encourage the kids to be as crazy as they want as long as they also act in a way befitting their status and prestige.

The myth about no one being able to name their child after a star/constalation if their not a black comes from people trying to in the early 1900s as a sign of prestige put sadly all these children died befor the age of 3, it actually wasn't because of the blacks and was just a sicknes going around that was particularly harmful to children, but the stigma stayed and none of the blacks had any reason to dispel the rumors.

When ted and andromeda got together the family was weary because he was both a muggleborn and a british wizard so the were concerned he would insult/disrespect them or that he just wasnt worthy of her in general but after 2 months of stalking, scrutiizing and trying to scare him off they realized that despite his heritage he was still an ambitious person who wasnt scared of cutting down people who purposely get in his way and was also very good at talking around and subtlety manipulating people wile also being incredibly kind and also having a strong sense of family loyalty befitting a spouse of The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

Peter Reguls and Orion spend the most time in the library learning, studying and debating over ancient magics and civilizations, they were onced locked in there without food or water for 2 and a half days and didn't even notice.

Remus likes going in there from time to time but most of the things they talk about confuse him too much so he mostry spends his time reading in the garden while pandora and evan take care of it. Pandora can also study and debate with them but she prefers being in the sun.

Bellatrix and barty get along like a house on fire and when sirius get involved all hell brakes loose.

pandora and peter like to talk about bugs together and sometimes fleamont gets them sample to study.

While no one can see the things pandora sees, ephie is skilled at sensing and seeing magic for short periods of time due to her magic sensitivity, and when pandora is feeling frustrated at the fact no one can see the things she does ephie is always ready to talk her through it. Orion is also good for her during these episodes because of his calm demendor soothing voice, and his relaxing and steady magic

[aplthree]

Yule Ball ❄️

After the Dance with the Triwizard Chamption that was the time that Hermione truely appreciated the beauty of the Great Hall. It was a sight straight out of a fairy tale that she once read during her childhood days.

The walls were adorned with cascading ice that looks like an ice castle that shimmer under the soft glow of the floating candles and chandeliers. The ceiling mimicked the night sky, with snow falling above us.

Viktor lead her to the chair beside her friends and said that he would like to dance with his other schoolmates that came to Hogwarts

Her eyes scanned the room, catching glimpses of familiar faces in their attire. She saw some boys from different houses and different year smiling and waving at her. Gone was the image of the studious bookworm buried in her books. Whispers of admirations and awe can be hered whenever people pass by her.

But amidst the people, her gaze sought someone - a person who she know she want to spend the night with, rather than the one who invited her.

Near the edge of the crowd, stood Draco Malfoy holding cup of pumpkin juice. He look handsome as always. Draco decided that he won’t be bringing any dates since his friend Pansy was invited by Theo.

Their relationship was a secret, away from prying eyes and judgemental whispers of people. Pureblood and muggle-born relationships are okay in the eyes of some people but it was frowned upon upon the Pureblood Societies and some from the older families that some of her classmates was from.

It started in a partnership they had from a class that grow into a genuine friendship. That friendship bloomed for a short period of time and the barriers that supresses their feelings began to crumble, revealing a connection that surpases the house rivalries, prejuice, and society’s expectation.

Hermione decided to hide their relationship because she is scared by what would happen to Draco when their relationship become well known to the people. Knowing his family, not only they would disinherit him but they will also disowned him just like what happened to his Aunt, Andromeda. Draco is only 14 years old as of now, we are not yet adults and no means getting money for the future if it happens.

She didn’t notice she was staring at him when a pair of silver-gray eyes locked with hers. Draco smiled at him while talking with Theo, Theo notices where Draco was looking and pushes him.

Her eyes widden when he was slowly making his way towards her. “No” she mouthed.

But he looks determined to continue his plan. She wants to go away because she knew what will be the consequences of their actions to tonight.

He stops and held his hand in front of her.

“Hermione?” She hear Harry calls her name.

She looks around and almost all of the students around them stop what they are doing and looking into their way.

“May I have this dance, Hermione?” His voice has a hint of vulnerability and determination at the same time. She glanced around nervously, knowing the implocations of being seen together.

“Are you sure?” She didn’t need to ask the following questions that linger on the tip of her tongue.

They always have this heart to heart talk, she knew his answer.

He nod, she look at her friends that has a surprise look on their faces but Harry, Harry just smile at me.

Taking a deep breath, she placed her hand in his. “I’d love to.” She replied with a soft smile.

They stepped onto the dance floor and the music begans to play. Draco’s touch was gentle yet firm as we he moved in perfect rhythm. Knowing that she don’t have any practices aside from the performance we have with the Champions she keeps saying her sorry whenever she steps in his foot.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“Oh me? Yes! Brilliant. Perfect! Now that the whole Hogwarts know our relationship, the news will travel as fast as a text will be.” She murmur.

“Text?” She hear him mumble. “Hermione we don’t need to hide anymore.”

She didn’t speak but keep her eyes on their feet, her eyes start watering knowing what will happen to his intended. No family, no power, and no money. What will happen to them in the future.

He stopped dancing and called her name again. She look up with his eyes watering from all the thoughts she can think of. “Love, no need to worry.” He smiles.

“I want you to know that before my decision to ask you for a dance I’ve taken steps to ensure your peace of mind.” He continued.

“I’ve talked to my Uncle, Sirius remember him. We talked with the help of Potter. I transferred almost all of my inheritance to his vault with his help. No need to worry about being disinherited especially disowned. Sirius will be accepting me open arms.” My eyes widen by his confession. That’s why Harry was smiling earlier! They planned this!

“I- I don’t know what to say.” Hermione finally manage to speak and react from what she hear. “But I don’t want you to sacrifice your relationship with your -“

He interupted her and smile. “This ks my choice. I’ve thought it every night since the moment I was aware of my feelings for you. Our relationship means more to me that any material possessions or family legacy. You helped me open my eyes in this prejudice and judgemental world we live in.”

“I love you, Hermione.” Draco confessed softly.

Hermione reaches and caresses his face. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “I love you too, Draco.” She replied.

“Potter suggests that this is my Christmas gift to you, but I think not.”

She chuckled and realizes that they found solace in each other’s love and understanding.

[echidna-cosmos]

beastober day 29: bird

andromeda on the state of things [writing under cut]

i. etymology freezing waves of water lap at the tips of my talons, and i think god, what did they do to you to make it look like this? but maybe it has always been this way. and every time i look you in the eyes those nights where we are together, when the desert outside grants us sleep i see in you that freezing water, and i see in you this island we lay ourselves on, and i see in you the little fish, and the seabirds, the albatross, the heron. and it would be a reasonable exchange of thoughts to assume that everything here is you, but i see someone else. ii. distribution we are both broken people. we both do more grieving than we do living, and more waiting for the wind than we do flying. you can’t dress yourself up in mourning clothes every single day of your miserable existence and call yourself someone still alive. we both want to go home and that is a simple enough thing to want and yet, despite, we cannot go back. or at least we cannot take ourselves when we go. iii. taxonomy it is within the natural behaviour of most birds to form large groups, or “flocks”. they say there is strength in numbers and i agree but what herodotus fails to consider is that the only purpose of having something is for it to be taken away. solid, uninterrupted ground unnerves me and you cannot rid from your head the way those boots you used to wear would tap onto that wood floor you had laid four months prior. when migrating, it is common for individual birds to become “stranded” from the rest of the flock in the event of storms or heavy winds. distress cries go unanswered. iv. behaviour and ecology we hold one another in a loose embrace, the wind still biting at our bare skin. there is no longer anything to fear, but we both fear something nonetheless.

formatting is a liiittle [a lot] awkward on tumblr so here is the doc also.hopefully that link works

[indigoparkconfessions]

Oceanic Odyseey has potential.

WAIT WAIT WAIT PLEASE DON'T GO HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME O-

Now, you probably looked at this ask with a raised eyebrow wondering what the fuck I mean by "Oceanic Odyssey has potential" so, allow me to explain.

I feel like Oceanic Odyssey has the potential to take inspiration from many ocean exploration games but I have two in mind that would make the best candidates: Subnautica and ABZU.

ACT 1: Subnautica and its possible influence on the horror in Oceanic Odyssey

Now, what IS Subnautica? Subnautica is an ocean exploration based survival game where the player explores the oceans of a once unknown planet called 4546B located in the Andromeda Galaxy and finds various alien sealife within the planet's oceans. A lot of them are pretty chill but the main thing that Oceanic Odyssey could take inspiration from in terms of horror is Subnautica's leviathans that act as 'bosses' in a way. Here two of the best examples.

The Reaper Leviathan

This thing could be a pretty big influence in terms of how Finley can possibly jumpscare you as this creature can LITERALLY LUNGE AT YOU. I don't think I need to explain myself any further.

The Ghost Leviathan

I feel like the anticipation factor of Oceanic Odyssey's horror could easily be influenced by The Ghost Leviathan as you don't see it as often and when it jumpscares you, you almost never see it coming. The Ghost Leviathan more so just creeps around the ocean and amubshes you instead of lunging at you at the first moment it gets which could be a great inspiration for the anticipation parts of Oceanic Odyssey's jumpscares.

ACT 2: ABZU and its influence on Oceanic Odyssey's atmosphere

ABZU is an ocean exploration based adventure game where you take the role of a robot exploring the depths of the ocean and documenting the life within the ocean waters. I feel like in terms of atmosphere (and soundtrack if you really wanna go the distance) could definitely take some inspiration from ABZU as the world and music of this game are absolutely BEAUTIFUL. (Pictures and audio below are from the ABZU game and OST)

based off of all of this alone, I'm pretty confident to say that ABZU could be a great inspiration for Oceanic Odyssey's atmosphere.

CONCLUDING THOUGHTS

I feel like Oceanic Odyssey has the potential to be scary and absolutely beautiful at the same time. This was just me wanting to get that off my chest so, yea.

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[dungeonsdragonsandlawyers]

The girls bathe together in this one so... its gay.

Note: please be mindful of the CWs for this chapter!

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“Hey, General!” Karlach’s sweet voice cut through her brooding, and Andromeda immediately felt her heart lighten. “Mind if I join? I’m all full of guts and… well, I don’t wanna make my bedroll disgusting, you know?” 

Andromeda closed her eyes as she lather soap in her hands and began to massage it into her scalp. She grinned in Karlach’s direction, “Of course! Come on in! Mind, it's kind of chilly -” When Andromeda opened her eyes, her mouth went dry. 

Karlach was… stunning. Breathtaking. Andromeda knew this - had seen her naked before - but still… She tried her best not to track Karlach’s movements as she shucked her shirt, then pants and underthings, and began making her way into the waters. The bumps and ridges every tiefling had in some capacity were aglow with the soft light of her engine, the vents installed in her shoulder hissed steam out into the night air as Karlach stepped deeper into the waters. Her fires, ordinarily licking at her muscled form, died down with each step she took. Andromeda’s eyes tracked every step, taking in the strong lines of her body, the tattoos that swept down her arm, over her ribs, and around her hip. The moan that Karlach let out was positively sinful and Andromeda had to clutch the soap tightly to maintain some level of focus as the other tiefling pressed deeper into the waters. 

Karlach’s presence was making the water pleasantly warm. The closer she came, the warmer the water felt, and Andromeda couldn’t stop a tiny moan as she tipped her head back into the warmth to rinse her hair. When she stood back up, Karlach was a foot away, smiling over at her. Even though they were standing at the same depth, most of Karlach’s midriff and upper body was above the water, while the waters lapped at Andromeda’s shoulders. Andromeda tried - valiantly, in her opinion - not to stare at Karlach’s chest, eye-level as it was. She huffed a laugh and looked up at the beautiful woman in front of her. “I promise, I’m not trying to ogle you…” 

“No, no. Go ahead, ogle away!” Karlach reached out, plucking the soap from Andromeda’s hand, and began lathering it between her palms. The look on her face was positively gleeful, her grin just this side of wicked. “Don’t worry - I enjoy being ogled by you.”

[letssimptogether]

(G/N)Reader Cuddling w/ the Sinclair Brothers

a/n: i’m taking a bath and i’m feelin fluffy don’t @ me ansbsbsbsb i hope you all enjoy!❤️✨

warnings: none! this is pure fluff🫶🏻

Bo Sinclair

Bo came back to the house from the garage, and sat on the couch with a huff. He was working on fixing the spark plugs on an old Jeep one of the victims left behind, and it was causing him way more trouble than he expected.

He let his head fall into his hands, as Y/N walked into the living room.

“What’s wrong, babe?” They asked, worry evident in their tone.

“‘s these damn spark plugs,” Bo started, “I just can’t get them out of the spot in the damned engine bay.”

Y/N nodded, not really understanding much about cars, but understanding how complicated it can probably be. They placed a supportive hand on his back, rubbing in slow circles.

“I’ve been out there since 8, it’s what, 3 now?” He huffed again.

An idea struck Y/N, and they pulled Bo to lay down, his head facing up on their lap.

“Don’t worry about that for now,” Y/N spoke as they switched the TV on before reaching their hand to rub Bo’s scalp gently.

He closed his eyes softly, and let out an relieved sigh. Bo’s head sank in Y/n’s thighs as he relaxed his head into their touch.

After a few minutes, Bo fell asleep on Y/N’s lap, and they sat on the couch contentedly watching a marathon of old cartoons.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent was in the basement, carefully sketching and sculpting his latest project. It’s been a few hours, and he hadn’t paid attention to eating or drinking anything; he wanted to get this piece done.

Y/N knocks, and follows the stairs down to where Vincent’s seated, a tray with two small sandwiches and matching cups of water, and placed the items down next to him.

“Have you eaten yet today, Vinny?” Y/N asked, slowly draping their arms over Vincent’s slouched shoulders, careful as to not damage the warm wax he was working with.

A small grunt escaped his lips as he leaned into their hug.

“I haven’t either,” They pursed their lips together, “would you want to eat lunch together?”

Vincent smiled slightly under his mask, and accepted the offer, listening to Y/N talk about the latest story in their life, and laughing along with Y/N as they both ate.

When they were both done, Vincent motioned Y/N to sit on his lap while he sculpted, leaving his head into the crook of their neck as if to leave small peppered kisses.

The both of them sat peacefully in each others presence, enjoying how warm each others body seemed against their own.

Lester Sinclair

(poor bby deserves more love😭❤️)

Lester laid a blanket down on the grass, motioning Y/N to sit. The deep blue turning to a black haze overtook the small town of Ambrose, as the moon illuminated the clear night sky.

As Y/N began to lay, Lester joined them, pulling another blanket overtop of them so they don’t get cold.

“Do you know any of the constellations?” Y/N asked.

Lester shook his head, and pulled Y/N closer to his chest, to which they happily rested their head on.

Pointing up, they hummed happily; “That one up ahead is Perseus. In my mythology class, I learned every 3 days, one of the stars would go out, and that would be the Graeae sisters fighting over the one shared eye.”

Lester smiled, and pointed a little to the right, while tightening his grip with his other arm, as if to give them a hug.

“That one’s Andromeda!” Y/N listed the myth behind her as well.

Y/N dozed off after a while, the soothing sound of Lester’s heartbeat playing a soft lullaby to them.

[harryissuchalittleshit]

What are your fav headcanons for Hinny and Romione?

Hinny

They divide cooking tasks because they both don’t care for it, but Harry will cook more often because he knows how much Ginny doesn’t care about it

They pretty much adopted Teddy when he was four as Andromeda was too sick to care for him, she passed a few weeks later

Harry knows how to drive, but Ginny refuses to learn, but all of their know how to drive too

Harry always takes their kids out for their first fly, but Ginny is the one that teaches them how to mount and kick off when their a little older

Ginny will sometimes dress Harry for an event, because she knows that he gets stressed out over the little details

Ginny has a tattoo of a snitch for Harry, while Harry has a tattoo of a horse for Ginny (among many other tattoos that Harry has)

Harry handles more of the big discipline moments while Ginny takes care of more of the day to day bs their kids get into

They flipped a coin when it came to naming the boys, Ginny won first, Harry second, though Ginny always had a soft spot for the name James and she wanted to name one of their babies after Sirius. She didn’t however expect Harry to name their second son what he did, she rarely ever calls him Albus.

Ginny knew that her third pregnancy was going to be her last as of how much stress it put on her body, so when she found out they were having a girl, she knew without a doubt her first name would be Lily.

They like to share a bottle of wine on nice nights out in their garden, they have a pair of lawn chairs that sit outside waiting for them on long summer nights

Romione

They like to travel, and they do it a lot as just the pair of them and as a family, often taking Rose and Hugo to either France or Spain for a week in the summers

They make it a point to have lunch together at least once a week, just the pair of them, as they’ll sometimes go a whole work week without really seeing each other (if Harry crashes their lunch they make it up the next time they can)

Ron does most of the cooking until Rose decides to take over, while Hermione has made it clear that she can burn water, but she does have some baking skills

Their bathroom has a double sink and a very large mirror, so Hermione can do her hair, Ron remodeled it specially for her when they moved into their home

They did buy their house when they found out about Rose, as much as they loved their flat, they wanted their children to grow up feeling like they had plenty of room to run around and play in

They have matching tattoos, Hermione has a Jack Russell Terrier, while Ron has an Otter

Ron named both of their kids, coming up with their names the second they found out their genders, but they fought over middle names up until their babies were born

There have been plenty of times when Ron has had to physically make Hermione leave her work behind and come home. She always ends up cuddling with the kids on the couch and sleeping until noon the next day, but coming back with the perfect solution to the problem

Even though Ron has his drivers license, Hermione, Hugo, or Rose will always drive with him as a passenger, there have been way too many close calls

For as long as they have been friends, have really know each other, they found comfort in the others arms. They have been dancing together since they were eleven, and kept it up even when they weren’t talking to one another because they’ve always needed one another

[kikithedreamerwriter]

to all my tmnt fic creators out there what are your oc x s/o turtle head cannons? i would love to read them <3 (u don’t have to tho)

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pass it along if you want!

OC!Sayuri x Bayverse!Leonardo Headcannons

Sayuri Reference Photos: Kimono Mom - Moe

I found her really pretty and from the moment I first saw her content I was like: this is exactly how my OC is going to look like 🥰 (except with Sayuri’s signature pale grey-blue eyes ofc) lemme photo dump her here real quick

springtime in Japan💕🌸

tea ceremony class 🍵

study mode 📖🔬🧫

flower arrangement class 💐✨

They’re that pretty little princess x gentleman ✨ couple that you’d stare at as they pass by and contemplate why you’re still single af

I imagine that Leo can understand and read Japanese but he can’t speak it, so whenever he and Sayuri talk they do so frequently in Japanese (well… at least he tries to 😅)

She cooks and he cleans

He’s an early bird and she’s a night owl.

He’s by the book and she’s a free sprit.

When Sayuri studies, he brings her tea. When he trains, she wipes the sweat from his brow.

Sayuri, being a former karate athlete, practices some katas with Leo. Splinter finds them adorable btw.

Fav sleeping/cuddle position 💕: Leo laying his head on her chest (in my humble opinion, Leo is a boob guy)

Fav position 👀😉: missionary

They are giving geisha x samurai warrior

Sayuri always makes the tea, because Leo prefers how she makes it compared to how he does it.

They love reading the same books and binging anime together because they’re nerds and introverted weebs 🤓✨

And sometimes those binge sessions turn into something else (if u know what i mean)

They would spar playfully in the dojo from time to time

They both LOVE deep conversations (etc. meaning of life, point of existence, origins of the universe)

They def have plant children, and they have a watering and trimming schedule together 🥺🌱

Sayuri likes to cook for her turtle beau. Udon, yakisoba, okonomiyaki, onigiri, mochi, curry, miso. Leo learns a lot from Sayuri when they cook together. He now knows how to execute a good miso soup with rice.

Sayuri always carries a tracking charm and help button on her medical bracelet that Leo had requested Donnie to create. After how they first met, Sayuri doesn’t really mind.

Sayuri LOVES to watch Leo train. His amazing strength and precise technique astounds her every time. Not to mention those biceps 👀 Leo knows his girl is watching so he shows off a little too heheh

Their date nights are pretty vanilla. Cooking and having dinner together, movie nights, book club sessions, or even just conversation. Sometimes though, Leo will take her into the city and show her exclusive views.

Carrying her bridal style when they travel makes Leo feel so strong 💕 she’s his Queen 👸

not so big on PDA but Sayuri will initiate the occasional hand-holding and Leo will sling an arm across her waist and shoulders from time to time

When they argue, it’s usually because of either Leo’s arrogance or Sayuri’s stubbornness. They’re so like-minded that they tend to but heads sometimes.

Leo’s love language: acts of service and words of affirmation

Sayuri’s love language: gift-giving and physical touch

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[imperiuswrecked]

Namor & Dorma headcanons below the cut, a very long post, lol.

Answering a question on the Namor forum: Okay, lets do this, class. You have a 6 issue mini-series, the goal is to have a dramatic and impactful return of Dorma to 616 and the world of the Sub-Mariner. What do you do?

My reply is going off current continuity where Namor is sitting in a jail cell and combining my own fanfic ideas:

Issue 1 - Namor is in jail, a few panels, or maybe a page to set up history, summary of back story/current situation to get new readers up to speed, his thoughts on his past life, his love for Dorma, his people, his friends like Vashti, his regret over how things ended all those years ago with a teen Attuma, nothing too lore heavy or complex. It ends with a splash page ACTION moment of a loyal set of Atlantean royal guards lead by Andromeda to break him out of jail while explaining that Atlantis needs him. Namor's thought bubble/narration box would be "of course Atlantis needs me, and I will forever answer her call" he stands up and breaks the handcuffs holding him, proving that he could have gotten out at any time if he wanted, a prison guard tries to stop him and Namor makes him back down with a glare as he leaves with his guard following into the waiting Atlantean ship. He takes the seat at the helm and Andromeda gets him up to speed as they race towards Atlantis. The Black Tide has returned and they've been causing havoc in the seas for weeks. Atlantis is in shambles politically and literally. Namor arrives in Atlantis and there's a few panels of him thinking about how many times his people and city have been hurt, before he asks where the council members are, many of them are dead, his cousins Seth and Dara have been trying to hold the line but both are unable to run the kingdom efficiently and mount a offensive against the Black Tide. Namor asks about Vashti and is told he's been kidnapped by Attuma several months ago. He's angry no one came to get him before but ultimately blames himself for having a pity party and trying to placate the humans. He says they are going to get his Vizier back and leads a team to Attuma's last known location via their spy network, it's a trap of course, that Attuma has baited for Namor which Vashti tries to warn them about before Attuma's people emerge, lots of action/fighting, a showdown between Namor and Attuma ends with Namor holding his trident to Attuma's neck who smiles his shark smile and holds up his hands, yielding, Namor is confused, thinking it's another trap but Attuma releases Vashti to Namor to prove his intentions were to ensure that Namor wasn't a weak king because the task ahead needs strength and if he had found Namor lacking then he would have killed him here and now. What is the task? The Stone has been activated, it's warping the waters around it in a vortex of black magic and no one knows what to do to fix it, monsters are emerging from it, and something big is coming. Ends on a cliff hanger.

Issue 2 - We are at the Stone, a huge shadow emerges and Attuma and Namor prepare to face it together, not a happy team up they still insult and snark at each other but they need to face this threat, the shadow comes out and it's Ambrose, the old giant monster goldfish pet of Dorma. Both are stunned bc the creature disappeared decades ago. It indicates that Namor and Attuma should follow him into the vortex, and Namor leaves orders with Vashti to return with Andromeda and help Seth and Dara restabilize Atlantis, and give aid, and Attuma agrees to let his warriors go along to protect everyone from the Black Tide's return. Attuma and Namor buddy road trip into the black darkness of the vortex. Action scenes as they fight twisted sea monsters/people and navigate the other side of the veil they have stepped through. Throughout we get Attuma’s backstory/history of what happened to him after the Chasm people died, basically a way to mix in his other origin of being born into slavery, except he was taken as a teen into slave camps of the whatever sea people, like idk Lemurians or someone else, he spends years getting stronger until he causes a revolt and his loyal followers are the people he liberated from the camps. Attuma of course lays all the blame on the Atlanteans and Namor, and tells him once they finish this task then he will be marching on Atlantis while dragging Namor’s corpse with him as a trophy to show Atlantis their half breed false king is dead and now Attuma is the ruler. There is a presence of Great Power in this vortex world, that they are drawn to. Ends with a cliff hanger of them being confronted by the presence.

Issue 3 - Opens with a action scene as they fight the Great Power which takes the form of a shadow demonic woman, as they do they are given flashes of their pasts, their wrong deeds, their regrets, their happy memories become twisted into nightmares, their souls darken with hate and power, their bodies begin to transform like the other people/creatures who live in the Stone Vortex, cool art of the transformations as they descend into madness and evil caused by the stone/great presence. Through the haze of this corruption, Namor recognizes Dorma is the Great Power and he pulls on memories of happiness with her, their times growing up, their time spent loving each other, fighting side by side as partners, he clings to the memories even as Shadow!Dorma tries to twist them into bad memories, he shows her his mind/memories of her death, and how badly it affected him, how lost he was after she died, how he grieved for her. Namor opens his heart & mind to Dorma knowing that if he cannot reach her then she will corrupt him as Attuma’s corruption is nearly complete. Namor shares his deep love for Dorma who finally breaks free of the Stone’s influence and remembers herself, her past, she recalls all the power of the stone. Namor and Attuma shift back to normal as a swirling vortex of power and lights rotate around Dorma who’s eyes go black as she commands all the power of the stone to be stored inside herself and locks the power away. All is quiet as the vortex world is gone and they are back in the ocean having been transported into the throne room of Atlantis, where Attuma and Namor are kneeling before a newly resurrected Dorma who radiants with power, her eyes are black, and the rest of the court watches in awe at the return of their beloved queen. Namor stands and reaches for her, saying her name “Dorma… you’ve returned.” comic ends there with a to be continued cliff hanger.

Issue 4 - Dorma's issue, it begins with Dorma as a child being raised in Atlantis’s court, her seeing Namor being an outcast and befriending him, her teachings of magic, her history, her father is her only surviving family, basically this issue is a love letter to Dorma and cements her past, her death, and explains how the interaction with the stone when she was a teen created an unbreakable link between it and her soul, how the power was so great she didn't know how to use and she just figured that after the events of King in Black she lost her magic powers but it was just dormant and after Llyra murdered her, her soul was snapped back like a rubber band into the Stone where it was trapped for all these years, how she spent years learning it’s dark magic, and being lost to the darkness until Namor reminded her of who she was and the comic ends with her back in the present, with Namor reaching out to her. She has returned, the stone and her magic resurrecting her body, but she has used much of her power and she does not have the full access as she did in the shadow vortex, which means she has magic but it’s limited bc of her resurrection. Namor and Dorma have a very heavy moment of their reunion where they hug but just before they kiss the news of the Black Tide’s return causes panic in the throne room. Ends on a cliff hanger.

Issue 5 - Namor, Dorma, and Attuma are once again reunited in battle, a call back to their time together from King in Black. Dorma tells Namor her magic is spent but she picks up a sword and is still ready to fight, Namor picks up his trident, and Attuma has his own sword. They are joined by Attuma’s people, Andromeda and the castle guard, Lord’s Seth and Dara, and… Warlord Krang. He steps forward and takes Dorma’s hand, kissing the back of it, slimy as a eel and with a glint of hunger for power in his eyes he compliments Dorma, saying he’s missed her, and how he would lay his life down for her, pledging to be her guard and friend. Namor is not impressed but he has to deal with that later. Dorma is suspicious but accepts his sword arm for now. This will play into later issues/comics where Krang is loyal only to Dorma, and slowly tries to influence her to betray Namor & get with him, but for now he fights alongside them as they go to face the Black Tide. Big showdown page. As the sorceress Sycorax uses her powers to make dead sea people’s skeletons rise and fight against the heroes, each character, Namor, Dorma, Attuma, Seth & Dara, Krang, and Andromeda have close up fight shots as they battle the Black Tide. Andromeda saves AttumaÂ’s life, citing that she only did that because she needs him to help save Namor and not because she thinks of him as her father in a kindly manner, the tension between father and daughter is there but Attuma compliments her strength and says if she had been born a son she would have led his own armies. She is hurt by the rejection even though she thought she was over it but she turns her back on Attuma and gets back into the fight. Cliff hanger on Namor facing the Black Tide’s leader Kharsa.

Issue 6 - The Black Tide wants the Stone that is currently laying dormant in the center of the throne room (later it would be revealed the stone cannot be moved from its place and it becomes a constant reminder and a centerpiece of the throne room, suspended floating in a force field that no one can touch) and they want Lady Dorma because she now the key to controlling the Stone. Namor says they’ll never touch her and he would die to save Dorma because he cannot lose her again. Fight scenes, Fight scenes, and then Dorma is stabbed in the stomach, Namor screams Nooooo, thinking he has lost her after only just finding her again, he gathers her in his arms, and she touches his face, saying that she’s always loved him but she wasn’t ready to die just yet, she had so much to live for, she “dies” her eyes closing and Namor grieves again, but then her eyes shoot open, black power with cool effects fill them and she heals herself, and she cannot control herself, as she directs all her power towards her enemies, but even as she drives away the Black Tide who fear her power and flee, she still cannot stop her destruction, she is floating with a lot of power around her, and she could kill everyone around her if she isn’t stopped. Attuma screams at Namor to kill her, but Namor refuses, instead he throws himself at Dorma’s power, it eats away at his flesh as he swims closer to her, and he yells out for her to remember herself, she sees the harm she is doing to Namor and remembers him and herself. She cries out as she shuts down the power and collapses. As she recovers she states she cannot trust the power within herself but will work towards controlling it. Wrap up the story with Namor, Dorma, and Attuma saying their farewells, Attuma promising Namor that their temporary truce is over and the next time he sees them he will kill him. Dorma is welcomed back by Vashti, Seth, and Dara, and other court members, while Andromeda stands next to Namor and comments on her return, asking Namor if it’s really her, and he says it is. Namor thanks her for being a friend and for for keeping her duties as the captain of his guard, and comments on Attuma, she says that her father will never change no matter how much she might wish for it and she’s given up trying to get his acceptance. Andromeda then asks him if he will kill Dorma if she loses control again and he says nothing. Ends with Namor joining Dorma in the center of the court and taking her hand to lead her up towards his throne where they will take their place as the ocean's rulers, a wide shot on the court, celebrations ensue, and then a pan away to one of the court members slipping away, turning a corner, and transforming into Empress Llyra, she holds up a mirror and speaks into it, saying that her plans are just beginning. The shadow figure in the reflection laughs. Ends with the promise of Court intrigue and drama, Namor and Dorma slowly re establishing their romance, and dark high fantasy adventures.

And that's how Marvel should do it imo. Anyways I will be writing this more in depth for my fic someday.

[aroaceleovaldez]

so i'm probably late for the infodumping on ocs but i got my morpheus boy for you! ok, so his name is louis (i haven't decided his last name yet)! he used to be in the TA but he wasn't in the princess andromeda when it blew up. he just came to terms with what exactly he signed up for and ran away in the middle of the night! he eventually met a few more demigods (i still haven't decided anything for them-) and they eventually became friends and formed a group together. they also make a few safehouses which are stocked up with food, ambrosia, nectar, water and a few weapons in case anyone else had to go there to escape monsters or smth. i still haven't mapped out a lot of things so i'll infodump again when i finished with all the lore!

HELL YEAH I love rogue demigod and Titan Army ocs!

[druidx]

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AIR

The party rang late into the night. Pleased with her work but exhausted, Alexis slipped out into the night. As she stood by the repaired water trough just outside the pub, taking in the sweet and chill night air, a gangly figure stepped up beside her. Alexis looked up, and Richard smiled down. She gave him a faint nod, and quietly made their way back to the barracks.

MIND

As promised, their cadre waited outside. After a flurry of introductions, the group began their advance. Back around the fort, through the waste outlet and into the fort. Sounds of heavy fighting came from the front as they progressed upwards, clearing a path with impunity, and leaving those from the cadre to mop up behind them as they made directly for the top, and Zagor's office. At the base of the stairs to the final floor, Ithanor placed a hand on Richard's shoulder, halting his eager ascent. "Wait." Richard looked back, and the rest of the team crowded around. Ithanor glanced at them each in turn, the beads in his beard jangling. "We already know the warlock possesses great magics. We'd be fools to rush in again. We need a plan." Richard glowered. "Warlock, yes. That means he's evil, and evil must be defeated by the true and brave." "Brave and true?" Bastet scoffed. "More like stupid and dead." Richard growled at her. "Ithanor is right," Alexis said, quickly putting herself in front of Richard. "Zagor is ancient and cunning. He must have realised that it would only be a matter of time before we returned. He's going to be expecting us." She glanced at Ithanor. "This plan – what did you have in mind?" Ithanor rolled a beard plait between his fingers as he thought. "We'll use a classic flanking manoeuvre. Alexis, sneak around behind him. Bastet, Victor: harry him from the sides. Richard and I will take him head-on and draw his ire. The moment any of you have a shot, take him down, regardless of where the others are." "Alright. Great plan," Alexis said. "One more thing," Victor said. "Mages do like to gloat. He'll try and distract us with taunts. Stay focused and do not engage in conversation." "Sound advice," Ithanor said, hefting his warhammer. "Ladies, wizard, after you."

GIVE

"Slave, do you have a name?" Bastet asked. The man stared, lips pressed together in a rictus of hate. "Fine. Then I name you 'Brian'." Bastet waved an airy hand, flicking towards the doorway. "Brian, you are a free man. You can run off now, if you want. Vanish into the desert. Stay here and build yourself anew. I don't much care." Alexis rolled her eyes at Bastet's theatrics, almost as bad as Victor's, as the woman stopped fluttering her hands and looked her former captive in the eye. "But before you make your choice – as a free man, that's something only you can do – Brian, I want you consider this offer: if you stay with me, fight by my side, help my team in our quest, then I promise I will take care of you. I will ensure you have plenty to eat, arms and armour, and a small wage. If you decide later you want to leave, you may do so. You are beholden to no one any longer." Brian's expression softened. It was the merest of lightenings – a change in the eyes, a relaxation of the mouth. "My lady…" His voice was rough. "Do you really mean this?" "Do you?" Richard rumbled behind Bastet, a clear warning in his tone. "Yes," was her firm response. Brian gave a hiccuping sob, and sank to his knees. "My lady, in giving me my freedom, you have done more for me than any other master before you. I will follow you, and serve you faithfully, until the end of my days. You have given me my life, and so I freely give it back. I am yours to command, my lady." "Brian, stand up. We're equals now, you no longer need to bow to me." Brian looked up, the corners of his mouth curving. "No, my lady. Now I chose to."

OLD

(edited out for better prose)

They continued on, checking each chamber in the long-abandoned fort, concentrating on avoiding a grizzly fate at the hands of Marr's traps, until they came across a peculiar set of rooms, all connected by a wide aperture. In the first – a large, otherwise empty room with a drainage channel at it's center – chains hung from the ceiling, flecks of rust drifting like snow when they were disturbed. In the second sagging wooden benches sported glass and bronze implements. Jars of clouded liquid like rotted preserves glooped and swirled when Victor tapped them, and the dregs of foul-smelling unguents were discovered by Bastet and hastily replaced. In the third were shelves of books flanking a desk. Charts of anatomy draped from the walls, mould speckling the corners. Alexis slected a few from the shelves. The pages were curled and mildew-flecked, but the writing and diagrams were legible. Her frown deepened as she read until she finally looked up, calling out, "Hey guys? Marr was into some really freaky shit…"

BETWEEN

[residentsofhollowville]

A letter showed up in Shrike’s apartment, along with a cassette tape of Andromeda recording what was written. Her voice got progressively more chocked up as she spoke.

“To my dear black widow,

I want you to know how much I dearly miss you while I’m here. I truly miss the quips you’d make, even if they seemed so small at the time. I miss littering your face in kisses and just being so close to you once more. I fear it’s become our old situation, so close yet much too far. I also fear that when I eventually come back, I will embrace you and never let you go again, haha.

I’ve read your messages since I’ve gone. Please just drink responsibly, don’t drink yourself into a stupor because of all of this mess.

Yours dearly, Andromeda.”

(@vapor-web)

He sees the letter through a fog of drunken exhaustion. His coping mechanisms are failing him. His lover has left. What more is there to do?

The words "black widow" nearly shock him awake immediately. She hasn't left, not really. She's just not here. That doesn't mean she's gone.

She has forgiven him. He's really not sure if he deserves it.

He sobs stupidly for a while before getting enough of his head together to reply.

Dear Andi,

I sincerely apologize for the trouble with the rotter, but I feel it's important for you to know that I'm still on your side, come hell or high water. I will support you no matter where you choose to go or what you choose to do, and I'd protect you with my life, but I have to admit, I miss you horribly. I miss your voice. I miss your silly smile whenever I said something ridiculous. I miss dancing and laughing and living with you.

He hesitates a while before continuing.

Would you do me the honor of allowing me to visit you, wherever you are? I doubt I'm in any danger from the rotter or his friends, but your concern is-

Paranoid. Ludicrous. Driving him up the damn wall.

understandable. And I'll try to keep myself safe from any further harm.

Sincerely, Shrike.

[xoxothesubwayfugitive]

Be Careful of the Curse Chapter 42: Why Us?

There were far too many things to say. They sat down in the kitchen for tea and began to stumble over it, Andromeda first asking after their parents, who Narcissa could only report were the same.

"They haven't noticed the War is over, except that Bellatrix is gone, as if she was ever a good daughter to them. Mother won't last much longer without her, I don't think. I know that sounds hard-hearted."

"Do you think I care, with the way I was treated?"

"I know."

"I heard that Lucius was hurt." This was not an expression of sympathy, beyond opening the door for Narcissa to share.

"He should have died. I thought Draco and I had just watched him die. It's aged him greatly."

"I feel like I'm 75."

"Me too."

Andromeda got up to heat more water, leaving Narcissa to stare at a man's cloak still hanging on a hook by the back door. For the Malfoys, the end of the War seemed like the end of everything, of their purpose and reputation. Andromeda was left to start over entirely with a baby, all alone.

"I want to give you money, Andy," Narcissa said when the teapot was refilled. There was no reason to try to temper the words or wait to ask; the two were not likely to start spending cozy afternoons together with regularity. There was no relationship to protect from awkwardness. "I know it's forward, and maybe you have savings, maybe there are things I don't know about. But I know you'll never get it from Mother and Father, and I know Remus and Nymphadora were working for love of a cause, not to make money. Let us do something."

"I have a pension from Ted, and there's a Victim's Fund for both of us. Harry wants to take care of Teddy."

"Harry will have his own family someday, and I hope you are going to live a long life. All I want is to give what should have been your inheritance. It's ridiculous of them to leave it all to me when I'm already – when Lucius and I are so lucky."

"I've been reading about his sentencing in the paper. Don't you think you're going to need it?"

"No. You were engaged to him once, Andy. You saw how it is."

"Merlin. Don't remind me of that. What are you going to do if I say no?"

"I don't know. Give it away. That's what we mean to do anyway, to try to do some good."

"Yes, that is always how you seem to come through these things. Get that Malfoy name on another building."

"It's not going to be like that. They’re taking down that ridiculous statue at the Ministry tomorrow, and when it’s gone and they’ve had time to choose something else, it’ll be a memorial. That was all Lucius’s idea, and it won’t have a name on it. No one is to know, although I suppose I’ve just told you.”

“See? You can’t resist telling, and neither can he, I’m sure.”

“We have to do something, Andromeda. Do you have a better suggestion?”

Her sister paused and twisted her lips as she turned her teaspoon over and over between slender fingertips. She did look so like Bellatrix, especially as they had both aged. She had probably seen pictures in the newspaper and hated it, but she would never have the firsthand experience Narcissa did. A walking ghost of her despised sister, softened everywhere as if Bellatrix had learned a lesson and been transformed. As a girl, the marked difference between Narcissa's appearance and theirs had always made her feel outside of something, although obviously it had never done any good for the relationship between the other two.

[darkcrowprincess]

Random hilarious idea: jegulus my big fat greek wedding au. Except it's my big fat pure blood wedding. Let's pretend in this au the Black family is just snobby and a little crazy, but not like in the books, and James, he's an only child, BUT in this au in his family he has tons of cousins, aunts, uncles, and two sets of grandparents, and two great grandmothers that are still alive(and make lots of passive aggressive comments to James mother and how they only had one child really late in life). Also his family is an old desi family that goes back generations. So we have these two very old magic pure blood families that both have their own traditions and way of doing things clashing and driving each other crazy. They each wants this wedding to go a certain way. Meanwhile Jegulus just wants get married and be together. But they both care too much about their own families to just up and ditch and elope(especially for Regulus considering his parents guilt tripped him into not eloping like Sirius did). And this whole idea is hilarious and interesting and romantic. And just exploring the two different wizarding cultures (the Black's a French family and the Potter's a family from India)

Hilarious ideas for this au

Regulus crazy cousin Bellatrix

James family always trying to feed people.

Regulus parents especially his mother.

Andromeda being sympathic because the family was really snobby and crazy about her marrying Ted(Andromeda is still part of the family)

Sirius having eloped with Remus to avoid the Black family drama.

Sirius being the best man and also brother to the groom.

James family is nice, but make a lot of passive aggressive comments about his parents only having one child.

Narcissa and being the wedding planner while pregnant with Draco.

The marauders era gang is all here and is causing hilarious shenanigans.

Marlene and Dorcas getting together during the wedding basically just like how Monica and Chandler did during that episode of Friends.

James was the one to propose and it was cute.

Regulus can't swim and almost drowns during the wedding preparations(Don worry James saved him).

Sirius and Remus being so happy the eloped.

Regulus mother is warning onto its self.

Honeymoon Greece.

James and Sirius get stuck somewhere right before the wedding and starts and have to rush back.

Narcissa water breaks during all this. Regulus has to deliver the baby.

Regulus and James to get married in the end and it's beautiful.

@@silence-between-seconds @achillvs @sophsicle @drownedghostie

[stardust-in-my-mind-blog]

Practicing Prose

My three little humans somehow are in the same season of Cancer, and the arrangement of our lives is different in a lot of ways than I was used to in my own childhood. There's a lot of transition and sometimes a lot of chaos and we all have to get used to each other and sometimes it's hard to adjust. Learning their languages and personalities is always so fun to me. I love watching how they change. We're all walking trees growing together in the forest of human life. I love my little saplings.

I think of them as different colors, because in our neuro-spicy household everyone has really different needs and life goes easier when everyone practices compassion and respect. We trees don't always show our best leaves, and sometimes we don't show our best colors. We also need different amounts of sun and water. For example, Fiona and I are more peace and harmony seeking, and my sons are far more sensory seeking and their kinetic energy is often more physical.

This can create conflict and ugly dynamics.

And screaming. So. Much. Screaming.

For Fi and I, our kinetic energy is in our brains so we like to sit in quiet or do something quiet to hear all the different thoughts and perspectives in our head and spread them out and see where they go together in a nice way. She's way more social than I am. I am social in weird bursts.

I suppressed so much of my sensitivity for so long that it literally took my children to teach me how to find it again. I'm still kind of embarrassed when they see the confused and stressed out version of myself, or when I lash out in anger or in shame or just act human instead of the Mother archetype I want to embody and model. It is scary for my body still to be around too many people or even trust close connections. Object permeance is one of my biggest struggles.

As a gypsy in my bloodline and soul, can you really blame me? My consciousness feels like the river Danube, always flowing into ideas that turn into different creeks and brooks and springs. What were you saying? Sorry, you said something about Andromeda and an entire hyperfocus constellation of my brain just lit up with dopamine and if I don't figure out why it's lighting up I will lose this concept that would be fascinating to know through some kind of creative expression. Do you know what song that reminds me of? Drops of Jupiter.

Everyone speaks a different language and the formula is just time and learning and being willing to understand.

But also take no shit.

Still kind of working on balancing my swords.