#like even in the death and the rage and the uncontrollable current

[enterwittyjokehere]

[Angsty Gale won the poll, have fun with his mage hand guys. ;)]

Dread Alter of The Heart

[Gale (of waterdeep) Dekarios x afab reader smut]

[⚠️Warnings⚠️]

[Agrument]

[Mentions of death and being blown up]

[Angry at old man]

[Early act two spoilers!!!]

[Heavy smut 18+ only]

[Teasing]

[Incorrect use of mage hand]

“I am so very sorry, Gale..” The old man's words filled you with a burning rage, a pit that sat in the top of your chest, right next to your heart, and made fiery tears fill your eyes. The dangerous emotion was clear to both of the wizards surrounding you, Gale was more concerned by the sudden uncharacteristic change in your demeanor. 

Gale’s warm hand moved to sit on your shoulder, in an attempt to provide a bit of emotional support and to try and quell your worsening rage. The large hand rubbed at the bone of your shoulder, you only shrugged it off as you took a step closer to Elminster.

Fists balled and face getting redder by the second, you pointed a finger past the old man, “Get out of my camp.” 

You said it as calmly as you could, the anger inside of your chest making you less than rational. A hand firmly grabbed at your wrist, “(y/n), please, Elminster is a dear friend.”

Turning to face Gale, you furrowed your eyebrows, “No, Gale, friends don't randomly show up, eat all your food and then tell you to kill yourself, not good friends at least.”

“As previously stated I am so very sorry, Gale, truly.” You shot the old wizard a glare.

After being reprimanded by Gale once again, you retreated, stomping off to your tent. Letting the flap of fabric, used as the door, fall down, you sat upright on your bedroll, head hung low.

The feelings you held for your party's wizard were so blatant and obvious, the whole team was aware. Hearing what has to come next made you fearful, to say the least. Holding your hands up to your face, your bundle of stressful emotions left through your eyes.

The looming spectre, known as the fear of rejection, had kept you from ever allowing Gale to know your true feelings. Even now as he was going to put the half assed forgiveness from a goddess, who has done nothing but abuse and misuse both him, his trust and his magickal abilities over the life he lives currently and more importantly to you, the one he could live, after this was all over, with you.

Not knowing if he would even accept your love now that his goddess was back in the equation. All the hard work you had put into your delusions of a content life with a sweet wizard husband poured down the drain. Almost left you feeling like you belonged in the sewers of Baldr’s gate.

Reveling in your reminiscent remorse took you out of your surroundings and your tears became sobs. The emotional waves that washed over you felt uncontrollable, almost inconsolable, as though no one could help, the dreaded feeling of losing Gale, all to win the favor of some goddess, left you in hysterics.

Sobbing into your hands, you sniffled and swore under your breath, left startled by a sharp clearing of a throat outside your tent. 

“(Y/n)... Can I speak with you?” Gale muttered, then pausing to wait for your response, your startled demeanor fluctuated, relief poured into you when Gale’s voice was heard and then you remembered that you are almost in no shape to speak to him.

Eyes puffy and nose running, you were aware that your disheveled state was obvious and yet when Gale asked to talk you could never say no. The butterflies started without even having to look at him, knowing right now he was outside your tent waiting to speak with you made you giddy. 

“Sh*t-! Yes, Gale. Just… um- give me a second.” You said, hurriedly, wiping your red tearstained face on the sleeve of your cotton camp clothes. 

Opening the flap of the tent, you stepped out into Gale's view. He frowned for a second, placing a hand on your shoulder, “Have you been crying?” 

You glanced up at him, biting onto your bottom lip in an attempt to quell the next round of tears. Nodding your head slightly, before your attempt to stop your overflowing emotions failed, Gale wrapped an arm around you pulling you into an embrace.

“I should be the one crying, I'll be the one that has to… you know.” He said, laughing slightly, before making a worried face.

You didn't have to see his face to know what he did, he was so predictable in everything, or maybe you just knew him well enough. Sniffling slightly you shook your head, “No. I won't let you. We'll find another way.” 

“I am afraid that's not your place, my friend.” Gale said, pulling away from you.

Your hands rested on his shoulders, gripping tightly onto the sleeve of his shirt, your face wet from tears. You shuttered when his big brown eyes found your own, “...Gale, I'm in love with you.”

The words had slipped out before you could stop them, the tone of your voice was as though that was a reason for him to let you stop him. 

Gale's lips curled into a small smile, yet his eyes were still sad, “I know.” 

His words were gentle and sweet, he wrapped his arms around you again, before speaking once more, “and maybe had I not been cursed with this ‘divine purpose’ we could've had each other.”

More tears pushed over the threshold, your hands attempted to retract from Gale's shoulders. He watched as your lip began to quiver and you backed away, “Or you could've chosen me… instead of a goddess who has done nothing for you.” 

You tried to turn around, away from Gale, but he grabbed your wrist, “Please, you should know I cannot disobey Mystra, she is magick and magick is-”

“Your life?” You finished, knowing where his words would end, “That's what I wanted too.” 

Ripping your hand away from the wizard, you wiped your tears. Turning around, only to have Gale's hands latch onto your wrist holding you firmly in place. His eyes peered into you, pleading for you to listen. Yet the hurt in your heart hid his heart from your eyes, your clouded mind forbade you from taking the wizard as who he truly was.

“(Y/n), please, don't be like this..” Gale called, “I love you too, you make me happier than anyone else, I would love nothing more than to make you mine and allow all of Faerûn that knowledge and yet-”

“Gale, Please, you said quite enough, already.” The belated words hurt more than they should have, Gale's attempt to rekindle a flame he had just extinguished only killed the dying sparks further. 

Gale placed a hand to his chest, his now sad eyes peering into you, “I love you, too, please.” 

You shook your head, “No, if you loved me I would mean more to you than-” 

“Mystra means very little to me-! But if this is the only way to save Faerûn, to save everyone… including you, I have to do it. It's my responsibility…” Gale said, grabbing at the orb that decorated both the inside and outside of his chest, “Please… I love you.” 

“You've said that… Gale-” 

Your words were swiftly cut short as Gale's warm hands found your face, cupping the soft tearstained flesh. He pushed his forehead to your own, “Please, allow me a chance is all I ask…”

You stayed silent, Gale tilted your head slightly and pressed a hot kiss to your forehead. 

His eyes found your own again, “Tonight there is no orb, no absolute just you and me… We can worry about Elminster and Mystra's demand when the need for such an action arises.” 

Your eyes filled with tears once more, you blinked as they rolled down your cheeks. Only to be wiped away by Gale's thumb, “No need for tears, my darling, please.”

You looked up into Gale's eyes, he took the moment to smile down at you before pressing his lips to your own, kissing you properly. Your hand slipped behind his shoulder, holding onto the fabric of his shirt, holding the fabric tightly you pulled Gale off of you.

“If I allow you this-”

“If we find another way to defeat this thing… consider it done, orb and Gale, both still intact.” Gale said, his eyes staring into you.

“And Mystra?”

“What of her?” Gale questioned where you were going with your words.

“I’m sure she won’t be pleased with me taking her sweet little lapdog.”

“Then, she should have considered that before tossing me aside.” Gale spoke, placing a short lived kiss to your lips, “Its as you said, why kill myself to please a Goddess, who has done less for me than the sweet adventurer i’ve grown to know and love.”

“Stop with the flattery and kiss me already, wizard.” You teased, Gale smiled, placing his hands on your hips and doing exactly as you told him. Leaning over to meet you in another kiss, your hands found his shoulders as Gale pulled your body closer. 

The closeness of the two of you made you needy as you would move and tease both of you, small whines trickling from your throat. Gale moved a hand to rest on the inside of your thigh pulling your leg over his hip, you would move occasionally brushing against his growing er*ct*on. The thoughts that ran through his head were less than savory, your free hand tangling in his long hair. While his lips devoured your own, his tongue ravaged the inside of your mouth, searching the cavern thoroughly. 

Gale pulled away from the kiss, panting like a dog, “Gods, we should at least get inside before continuing, if you wish to continue..” His words lingered; they carried insecurity but also curiosity as though he was searching for your consent, eager to know your wishes.

 Perhaps he wondered if you wanted him as much as he wanted you, a small smile found your face, “Oh, please Gale, you’re not getting out of this that easily.”

You backed into the tent, moving against him as soon as he entered, kissing him roughly, once more. Gale’s hands fluttered to your hips, holding you flush to his body, smiling into the embrace.

Inside the tent, Gale placed you down on a large wooden chest. His heavy breathing and lidded eyes made your stomach curl in excitement. 

“Lay down, my precious.” He said, placing a kiss to the back of your hand, “By the gods, you're perfect.”

His words were expelled in a groan as you followed his instructions, laying back in the cold wood of the chest. Gale's steady hands began disrobing you, he unbuttoned and pulled off your trousers. 

Before he started on your undergarments he licked the pad of his thumb, pushing it to your clothed core. You squirmed at the action, pulling a small chuckle from the wizard's lips, “Patience, I will not keep you waiting long.” 

He pulled away from you, and began slipping out of his robe, then he hastily unbuttoned his own trousers. Discarding both of the garments onto the floor of your tent, he smiled down at you palming the growing tent in his purple underwear.

You pushed onto your elbows watching him, licking your lips as your eyes traced over his crotch. Gale moved closer to you, his hands enveloping your clothed chest, playing with the soft flesh, “Your turn.” 

His simper was ravenous, like he could devour you whole. He moved closer, kneeling onto the chest, his body hanging over your own. 

The closer Gale got to you the worse your craving for him panged in your aching core. It didn't help that when he pressed a long cascading kiss to your lips, his knee pressed into your lower body, rubbing your warm core. Gale would pull away and come right back into the kiss, igniting a passionate fire beneath him.

Each time the wizard would pull away from your embrace, muttering your praises, only to reignite the kiss. His hand pumping around his hard c**k, groaning into the kiss, “G-Gale, please…”

His lidded eyes opened, staring down at you, nodding slightly before he pulled away. Gale quickly slipped off the briefs, kneeling down at the edge of the chest, he took a finger slipping off your underwear. The wizard's free hand cast mage hand, a spell resulting in a small ghostly hand to appear, with a flick of his free hand the mage hand slipped over your chest. Playing with your nipples, the blue hand teased your hardening bud.

Gale smiled at the sounds the spell elicited, moving his free hand to hold down one of your legs, while spreading your lower lips open. Your attempt at keeping your eyes on Gale failed as he moved into your core, suckling sweetly on the aching bud in your lower body. 

The more ragged and feral your moans for him became the quicker his hand at the base of his own pleasure moved. He mumbled and moaned into your core as you rocked your hips against his face, in an attempt to secure more pleasure for yourself.

“You're more than I could ever need, don't you ever forget that.” Gale moaned out, his tongue assaulting your sensitive c*nt.

“Yeah and that's why you're going to find another way, right?”

“Whatever you ask of me.” He said, before standing up to fully penetrate your lower body.

Your hands found his forearms, while Gale's hands settled on the dips of your hips, you moaned out before biting your lip to quell your noises.

“Let's make this quick, yeah?” Gale said as he rocked in and out of you, “I don't think I can last much longer.”

The friction between the two of you was ecstatic, the building knot in your lower stomach pleaded to be broken. The blue hand Gale had summoned, moved down to where your bodies met, rubbing the abused bundle of nerves Gale had previously been sucking on.

With a jolt of your hips your climax hit, Gale almost immediately succumb to the warmth squeezing feeling of you tensing around him. Sloppily thrusting in, he chased the high while you squirmed beneath him, overstimulation threatened to ruin your moment.

“I hope we didn't wake the others.” You spoke your voice shaky.

Gale looked up at you, kissing you gently, “To the hells with them.”

[arlemangel7]

Random thought

Cw: nsfw-ish, mention of death, mention of child death, blame for death, bad day, comfort

Kiri and Bakugou were having a particularly rage enducing day the kind that is only cured by the gym or good messy aggressive sex and they worked together today so they got to go home together, once they were in the house they couldn't keep their hands to themselves biting clawing and even pinning each other all over there bodies and the house they made it down the hallway leading to your shared bedroom when they heard the front door shut, they were almost too preoccupied with their current situation to hear your lite sniffles, ALMOST. That sound made them both pull back and listen to confirm they are hearing what they heard once your full sobs met their ears they passed a look between them and started towards you.

Your pov.

You walk in to the house eyes glassy kicking off your shoes mind busy with the events that occurred today, it could've been a worst day you say to yourself trying to stave off the tears but your aching heart would disagree. The recounting began as you dragged yourself further into your house sniffling as a last stitch effort to evade the streams from falling over the edge but after seeing the face of the angry mother who had blamed you for the lost her baby you couldn't hold back any longer and just crumbled on the floor and cried. Loud and uncontrolled sobs filled room you only realize your being held because you smell kiri's conditioner.

They were the only people to sooth you in this moment, while kiri held you kats soothed you with his voice saying things like "follow eji's breathing", "that's it, in and out. Nice slow deep breaths" this works and ever so slowly you start to calm down eventually this works and they hold you in between them until you are ready to talk about your day.

[erii-ya]

‘If it’s you….’ Part 2

Killer x FemReader

Part 1

Content Warning: Violence, mentions of blood, bloodshed, death, void of emotions, killing

WC: 1,149

A/N: One Piece is the beautiful creation of the genius Eiichiro Oda-sensei. It has heavy *spoilers* for the Wano Arc since the context revolves around Udon Prison. Please remember that the flow of the story is just a fantasy in my head, and English is not my mother tongue.

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Hitokiri Kamazo, a criminal who worked under Orochi, assassinates people the Shogun deems punishable. His wanted posters were everywhere, especially at the Flower Capital. People were made aware to take extra caution at night when he’s lurking around any corner—a ruthless killer who finds joy in bloodshed. At least, that’s what the rumors said. Little did you know that the criminal would turn out to be someone you know. A person dear to you. Your thing of obsession.

Killer wails while laughing hysterically. He didn’t answer Kid, but tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. You’re even sure you saw him peek in your direction, but it happened too fast you couldn’t catch his gaze.

“What?! He’s the guy with the mask that was always with Jaggy?!” Luffy exclaimed. Oh yeah, you’re with your captain. You got so invested in what’s happening that you forgot your current situation.

Old man Hyogoro moved closer to you and Luffy, “You know him?” he asked no one in particular. Without skipping a beat, you said, “Yeah.” glancing over to the old man. “As you may already know, the redhead is also a captain of another pirate crew like Luffy, and the blonde guy…” musing back to Killer, “is his vice-captain.” You choked a bit on the last part. It felt like your throat ran dry. To be honest, a looming headache grows by the minute the longer you watch. You’re too confused, in rage, and keeping these intense emotions at bay is torturing you. It makes you wonder how you can still stay calm and collected when all the fibers in your body are screaming murder.

“Jaggy possibly tried to save him and their crew,” Luffy concluded. ‘Well, obviously.’

Eustass Kid may be known as a vicious pirate, but he’s a compassionate captain to his crew. Not that you’ll see it in public, but you’re one of those people who knew, if not the only one. Kid will do anything to protect his people, especially since his crew was with him in his highs and lows.

Hyogoro shakes his head sympathetically. “How cruel.” he started. “He was forced to eat the SMILE fruit that takes away one’s emotions. Only to be given a mask of laughter that can never be taken off.”

After hearing that, you swiftly turn towards him. “…the hell do you mean?! What – What Smile fruit?! What is this ‘being devoid of emotion’ thing about?! Explain!!” With an intent look in your eyes, you literally growled at the old man.

A sudden silence filled the air, and you weren’t even aware. Everyone in the area who heard your outburst is now looking in your direction. Your reaction made the old man so taken aback that he was speechless. Probably because he wasn’t expecting you to react that way. You grab onto his shoulder, practically shaking him too hard while you insist he answer you. Even Eustass Kid and Killer, who made a scene a while ago, focused their eyes on your direction.

Standing tall in front of your group, Queen decided to intervene and answer you instead. “Let me do the honors for you, boy.” smiling devilishly. “SMILEs are artificially made devil fruits. It intends to grant the consumer the power of animal transformation, much like a Zoan-type Devil Fruit.”

‘Artificially made devil fruit? That was possible?’ you thought.

Still, he continued, “However, the success rate of achieving the desired outcome of gaining animal powers after consuming SMILE is only 10%, thus considering those who successfully did as ‘Gifters.’ The other 90% who ate a dud…” Queen points at Killer as though to make his point.

“I mean, it’s not that bad, yeah? He may not gain any powers, but he gained an everlasting HAPPINESS!” as if to add salt to injury, roaring with mocking laughter.

All the other beast pirates guffawed at the remark.

You remembered what you saw on the light-scroll snail earlier about the citizens who laughed at the person who was executed. “So you mean to say those people laughing at the dead earlier was…” you spoke, waiting for him to say the obvious.

“Uh-huh, they ate a dud, too. Orochi probably did it; how he did it is beyond me, as if I care.” It wasn’t apparent before, so you thought poorly about the citizens, who also turned out to be victims.

Now it’s all clear...

....and that was your last straw.

Forcing people to eat a defective devil fruit, voiding them with emotions but constant joy, and capturing innocent people for them to do hard labor in this prison. You thought you already saw the unthinkable.

In Punk Hazard~

In Dressrosa~

But it seems evil exists in any other country. Not only is it constant, but the level of evil only escalates from one country to another. The longer you and your crew journeyed, the more you realized how revolting the world is.

You had your share of a dark past, and your soul may be frying up good in hell, but at least you don’t pretend to be good.

The emotions you struggled to constrain are now raging more than ever.

Hands shaking, you clenched your fists.

Resisting is futile, and you know that.

Now, all you see is red, and you’re already raring to go.

You took a deep breath, exhaled sharply, and then snorted, followed by a boisterous laugh. You laughed so hard you’re tearing while clenching your tummy. Queen and his men were stunned at your action.

On the other hand, Luffy…

“No good. No good. No good.” He hurriedly reached out to grab you, "Y/N!!" but it was too late.

Your right fist jabbed Queen’s stomach, sending him flying to the other end of the arena, dragging some of his men who were caught on impact. The next thing happened after another, and most of the beast pirates went down one by one.

Blood splattered all over the place as you go on a rampage. Blinded by rage, you walk the path of destruction. With everything you’ve learned and heard, you let your emotions get the best of you.

Luckily, Luffy quickly evacuated the prisoners. He was wary that this might happen after you discover Kamazo's true identity and what had happened to him.

In fact, he felt the same way as you, though not as intense to the point of killing. But that was a part of who you are that Luffy accepted with open arms. Your captain is not one to judge people; he also knows how deeply you care about Killer.

In reality, it’s not only because you care about him but because your deep affection towards the man becomes an obsession.

No one messes with your Milý and gets away with it.

Alive.

You swear, in the name of all things holy and on your damned soul, you’ll make sure to sweep this place clean.

Colored in red.

Continued in Part 3...

[raidoesthings]

A while back, I made Sora to introduce my blood moon headcanons, but since then, I fleshed them out more by making three more leaders!

Hope ya like the updated headcanons and new ocs ^^

Ever since the first rise of the blood moon, witches of all kind worshipped it. It strengthened their magic and allowed them to study and access spells they never could before. Festivals were put together in order to honor the blood moon’s power. As countless years went by, not only was the festival introduced to non-magic users, making the festivals that would be seen in the modern day, but four covens were formed to cover each aspect of the blood moon’s power: emotions, witchcraft, primality, and the power of the angels. Each coven has a leader, and the current ones are:

Aphrodite - A stoic snow egret who can perfectly read people and tell exactly what kind of person they are and how they feel. She studies how the blood moon heightens certain emotions such as sorrow, rage, and glee. Though while she can be incredibly manipulative, she chooses to be passive with her work and is often seen around Lupine whenever the witches are out gathering supplies. She has an elegant, but sharp and fast pace fighting style, almost as if her feathers were like swords.

Lupine - A snarky and sassy black cat. He’s easily the most approachable of the witches, but he’s still rather snappy and irritable. His mindset with his works on making spells is that it fundamentally has to function to a goal, no matter how pretty or colorful a spell looks. This straightforward mindset causes him to clash with Sora, with the lizard insisting that it wouldn’t kill for him to have fun and let loose, but his dislike for Sora only gets him to ignore her words. His spells are extremely strong, either it be offensive or defensive. Though he usually uses string restraining spells, as he isn’t one to like combat all that much.

Sora - The not so friendly neighborhood chameleon. Sora is unpredictable and chaotic, fitting with her title as the one of primality. The moon is known for causing certain species to fall under an uncontrollable feral state, which Sora believes is a chance for beasts of all kinds to let their troubles go and let it all out. In her eyes, many people reject the idea of her philosophy, leaving her to force it onto others via breaking charms that repel the ferocious effects. She has a little sister named Glory, who she saved from death by using one of her own eyes to make the needed medicine to cure her sister from a poison. She does have kindness, despite her extreme methods.

Morphisse - No one truly knows what Morphisse is, not even his lover. The only ones who even get close to seeing what he hides are his sacrifices, who he painfully drains the life forces out of to satiate his hunger. His coven’s power are what keep the connections with the blood moon and the angels stable, and therefore making him by far the most powerful blood moon witch, even having control in what the other covens can do at times, but it thankfully isn’t often. He is a meticulous planner, making sure that every detail in his plans are accounted for. He sends witches to patrol all around the lands, even having a spy to infiltrate the Old Faith before the promised liberator came along. He is calm and collected on the outside, but purely sadistic and cruel on the inside. Some say that he wants to be the very thing that undoes this current world, but who can say for certain?

[the-letterbox-archives]

Tell me something about The Rockdove Promise then, for the tag game :3

thank you for the ask!!

the rockdove promise was gonna be a team project, but it fell through, so i adapted it again, mostly because of the gods, so i'll focus on them.

there are 10 gods, all are very spooky and very temperamental. they are not referred to by their real names, as it is superstition that their true names hold unimaginable power, and speaking it forces a god to be in debt to you, but not without unfathomable consequences. i'll try to be brief,,

The False King

first and foremost is now known as the false king. god of the sky, justice, and order. he is the oldest god, and used to be the divine king. he's basically an allegory for the divine right of kings, full of spite and rage. he's old news by the time the story rolls around, but he introduced the rockdove promise, and it was his threats of damnation that set the status quo since the beginning. father to the next god...

The Dread Prince

my personal favourite. the dread prince is the god of death, stars, and the home. he is the current king of the gods, but human epithets do not grant him that luxury. a fickle, unpredictable being, but that's to be expected since he's never had to try for anything in his entire existence. younger by god standards, and technically a demigod, he holds a strange, taboo power (mostly the element of death); all the gods are watching him very carefully, and the humans are trying to placate him.

The Usurper Queen

goddess of war, rebirth, and revolutions, the usurper queen is the dread prince's wife, though attained this status without her say. after trying to end her husband-to-be's life, she was married off to him by the false king, partly to show her where she stands in the divine hierarchy, and partly to mellow both of them out. a corrupt and spontaneous king fell madly in love with his, and it kind of worked out for both. she's the one who's pov we see in the prologue (y'know, where she threatens to kill all the humans in increasingly horrible ways?)

The Wave Raiser

god of the ocean, storms, and darkness. quite kind by divine standards, but prone to uncontrollable fits of rage and despair that throw the seas asunder. it's such an issue that sailing is well known as a very dangerous affair. with his twin, they try and abate (or cause, depending on the day) the damage.

The Lamplighter

god of travel, guidance, and light. twin of the wave raiser. those sound like great domains, huh? something an honourable god would have, right? hahahaha... ha. in reality, the lamplighter is incredibly vain and quick-tempered, and it's really a gamble if he guides you somewhere safer than the dark, raging sea.

The Witchdaughter

goddess of magic, family, and healing. relatively reclusive, but treats her closest followers very well. she hides in the cracks of reality, bearing her magical gifts to those who pledge to her name. she's rewards loyalty well, and punishes disobedience with an iron fist. her benevolent nature is not constant, however.

The All Seer

goddess of wisdom, prophecy, and enlightenment. the first seer, she spoke her prophecies to the first humans. but they weren't very positive prophecies, so mortals fear her, even today. she only shares her knowledge with close disciples. and if their minds are destroyed forever, that's really not her fault.

The Lady of The Hollow

goddess of decay, nature, and hunting. her worship is few and far between, due to her nasty habit of rotting the bodies of humans that come to close to her divine presence. she sees that the natural order remains intact, decaying old things and hunting those who defy her. quite fun at parties, though.

The Sculptor of Knights

goddess of strategy, creation, and borders. heralded as the one who cut up the land into nations and territories eons ago, her creations sprung forth knights and warriors fueled by blood. she and the usurper queen are quite close friends, where strategy and creation meets brute force and chaotic revolts.

The Shepherd of Lost Things

god of trickery, theft, and oaths. all in all, a very silly guy, they have a bad habit of stealing mortal goods and never returning them. this facade makes them seem inoffensive in comparison to their peers, but they have some more bad traits, to the detrement of humankind.

these are the gods who demand the divine tithes every year, that the usurper queen believes the humans are trying to dispute, and that laszlo is constantly thinking about, despite almost dying (whoops). and it turns out i was not brief. oh well, at least the archives are a little less stuffed..

[jknerd]

DISNEY STUDIO AU OC: Bliss Wings

Full Name: Bliss Wings

Other Names: Aunt Bliss, Mrs. Wings

Schools: Acme Middle School (graduated), S. Symphony High School (graduated)

Occuaption(s): Rapper-Dancer of Wings’ Wink (retired), songwriter (retired), High School Teacher (quitted), Spoonerville Matriarch Committee (co-leader; with Peg), Vocal coach

Residence: Spoonerville, Ohio

Family: Glory Wings-Goof (younger sister), Jolly Wings (younger sister), George G “Goofy” Goof (brother-in-law), Debbie (daughter), George Jr Goof (nephew), Maxine Goof (niece), Gloria Goof (great niece)

Relationships: George G “Goofy” Goof (childhood crush->friend->brother-in-law), Peg Pete (friend), Duke (daughter’s boyfriend-> future son-in-law), Morgan Rodence (student), Roscoe (old flame->???)

Likes: Singing, dancing, writing, spending time with her daughter, bonding with her niece Maxine

Dislikes: Duke (formerly), Pete’s snarky remarks, Goofy’s clumsiness endangering himself and others

Abilities/Talents: Smooth but low-tone rapping skills, complexed choreography, singing talent, superhuman strength

Bliss Wings was a rapper and dancer of Wings’ Wink consisted with and her two younger sisters, Glory B and Jolly. Sister-in-law of Goofy, aunt of George Jr and Maxine, and Debbie’s mother. She was a high school teacher for the subject of music and drama class until she quit during Maxine’s college years. Also, along with her friend Peg Pete, she is a co-leader of Spoonerville Matriarch Committee; a group of mothers in Spoonerville working on social services. Currently, she has become a vocal coach. One of the running gags is that when she endures her anger with sweet smile, the “Inner Bliss” shows up in her mind expressing immense rage. The other running gag is whenever she hugs Jr and Maxine, they were suffocated.

With her two younger sisters, they formed a girl band “Wings’ Wink” and received a status as both rapper and singer. Being the oldest of the group, she carried great burden of responsibilities in the band group AND sisters. As a child, she had a crush on Goofy as she found his laughter adorable, but they remain as friends throughout the years. In teen years, she already had her body developed more than other girls—bigger bust and hips—and because of this during her active years as girl band member, a lot of gossips of public or tabloids deemed her “promiscuous”, “plastic surgery addict”, or “gold digger”. Bliss have buried all anger from stress, maintaining her behavior as sweet, feminine and proper young lady despite her rapping skills. Years later, when she heard of her sister Glory B being pregnant with Goofy’s child, Bliss lost her temper and, in uncontrollable rage, she chased Goofy around holding a gold putter, scaring Pete and other friends of Goofy. When Glory B became a housewife retiring from her musical career, Bliss Wings worked as a songwriter and solo musician for OSTs of several films and series. At some points, she had a relationships with few actors and one of them whom she dated longer than others was starring as one of the antagonists in a film “Oliver Twist in NYC” as she even starred as guest star, but for some reasons, they split up. When George Jr was little, Bliss got pregnant with a child and eventually gave birth to a daughter, Debbie and raised her by herself. However, she heard her sister Glory B’s death after Maxine’s birthday and attended her funeral. When the paparazzis and journalist barged in during the funeral, Bliss lost her temper once again and brutally assaulted them for insulting her sister. While this caused her to quit her career from musical industry, she was introduced to new job by Peg as music teacher in high school.

Becoming a mother figure to Jr and Maxine every time she visits, Bliss would pamper them with her large amount of cooking and presents. As years went by, her daughter Debbie has grown and she would visit in behalf of her mother. Finally reaching her youngest sister Jolly, Bliss explained to her of what happened to Glory and asked why she did not attend her funeral. Jolly, in frustration, admitted that she has feelings for Goofy and finds Glory B’s marriage to him as betrayal and an insult. Bliss confessed she used to have feelings for him when younger but she is satisfied with the friendship and becoming a mother of her child. Jolly belittled her for that as she consider that as another betrayal and that she will be rotting away while putting up with teenage daughter’s whims as no man will ever want her. Hurt and angered, Bliss warned her that someday she will lose what is important to her and never met Jolly again. Later, when she heard of her daughter having a boyfriend she was anticipated to meet him. However, when it was revealed to be Duke, a former leader of teenage gang “The Pharaohs” who had bullied Maxine and Jr, Bliss told her daughter to break up with “a teenage criminal” and refused to acknowledge him. She still refused to believe that Duke is a changed man and said she will change her mind if he won’t cause another trouble to people and get a safe job to make Debbie happy. 

During Maxine’s life in college, Bliss decided to visit her and encountered Sylvia, Goofy’s girlfriend. While the news surprised her, she was relieved that Goofy has found someone to love. Later, she has become more amused and excited of Maxine’s love life as she met Rox and Bradley. Bliss then expressed concern when she heard of Maxine’s talent manager was Jolly. Later, it is revealed that Jolly has been giving Maxine’s informations to the Beagle Boys, the hip-hop-rap-pop group who was envious of Maxine’s growing popularity. As she tried to warn Maxine about Jolly, Maxine assured she will take care of things on her own and told her to never tell anything to Goofy. At the day of receiving award, Maxine heard from the Beagle Boys about Jolly selling her private informations to help them expose it, Maxine surprised them (even Bliss) that she actually knew because she asked Bradley to spy on Jolly and the Beagle Boys. When Maxine calmly and maturely said while she won’t let anything distract her from her life, she understood just because she had relatives it doesn’t mean they would love her so she decided to stop call Jolly as “aunt”, forcing her to realize what Bliss meant of “losing what is important”. Although Bliss had renounced her youngest sister years ago, it was uncomfortable for her to watch Maxine behaving in a business-thinking attitude towards remorseful Jolly. At one point, Bliss—had enough of male teachers and principal’s verbally sexual harassment—slapped her resigning paper across the perverted principal’s face and quit her job as music teacher. While working as co-leader of Spoonerville Matriarch Committees alongside Peg, she worked as vocal coach for singers-in-training.

Unbeknownst to her, while Debbie worked in House of Mouse to help Maxine she met one of her mother’s old flames, Roscoe. Sensing the similarities Debbie had with Bliss, he immediately recognized her and approached to know about her mother’s whereabouts as he felt strange parental fondness towards Debbie. When Maxine and Debbie brought Bliss in House of Mouse during Valentine’s Day special, she was shocked to see him as she was unsure how to handle the situation. 

[chthonicgodling]

more twt scraping but, paragraph text edition and oopsiess this is long lmao it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine,,

EDIT: ok now that im not on mobile i put this monstrosity behind a cut<33 pls click below for Odds & Ends elysiumwise

• not something that has been discussed in canon but realistically, Meli can’t hold N bc uncontrollable empath N can feel the entity of blind rage and evil physically buried inside of her and would be horribly confused🌈 cute in a horrific way cause when mindreaders ty and bel were little (and, like. now too ig lmao) they were able to hear and talk to the buried eMel also fggkfkg like father like daughter AHH

• i love the completely fabricated concept I have for older!Raz fun slut energy that has not been in any way proven or referenced in canon obv however if fenixe ultimately vetoes this i will pivot to project onto the currently personality-void future Celos & Py in this essay I wil— alternatively maybe raz will actually grow up to be like this AND *also* celos&py, and in fact perhaps it’s actually Neo who’s the odd one out of Maci’s kids lmfao,

• neo and icy one day getting married and neo blindsiding everyone by getting APHRODITE HERSELF to officiate it cause she’s known ares for half her childhood and can pull some strings 😏✌️

• (elysiumverse-wise), are Hades and Persephone the singular monogamous couple across the entire Greek pantheon and all the realms, or is it funnier if they too have a collection of thirds and fourths that are just secret. in THIS essay I will— for Maci’s sake we won’t continue this train of thought bc the names I could plausibly pull out of a hat would give her a rare heart attack

•the Elysium cast being literally immortal is so fun cause when Chal (a grown up), “grows up” as in, 100 years in the future like…. It’d be fun if she ends up being Cool™ like. in 100 years Gentle Death Neona gallantly advises shades to visit her Sister, Goddess of Rebirth, in the domain she’s laid claim to with her spouse and their spider-legged daughter scaling the walls 🙇🏻‍♀️ (Cranberry Chal real …. though this is immediately implausible cause no way would Chal and Libby live apart from each other. also No way would they leave the palace probably fgkg WELL ANYWAY even if Chal isn’t cool in a century, N and Vid WILL certainly be so it’s fine)

• i love that by looking at ty and bel you can immediately tell which one of them is dating Libby and which one of them is dating Chal, bc the two of them literally look like 🎭 (Sorry, ahem engaged to* EEEE) [AU where they opposite matched instead tho???Ty&Chal and Bel&Libby??👀]

•mythologically generally speaking or w/e Ares & Thanatos IS such a fun n’ sexy ship, which makes me want to strangle my Thanatos to death for ruining all my potential fun fuckin jerk. if anything the Elysiumverse gets ares and Ker instead which. is. uhh sure is something though decidedly less Attractive unless you’re into bloody spider monsters

•and finally— a fullblown Elysium vampire AU would be so easy to do. vampire princess Maci getswrapped up with mortal Tory and turns him, the Elysium palace is just a spooky vampire castle in Transylvania, etc etc

[saltyluminaryvoid]

″Cold was the steel of my axe to grind.” Chapter 2

A story of a daughter’s newfound quest for her family. 

In which the daughter of Elijah Mikaelson and Princess Samira Parvati Agrawal is betrayed by her own and imprisoned for several centuries. When the hollow sacrifices Elijah it triggers unforeseen consequences onto humanity and the supernatural world. The escape of the dhampyre releases nearly a thousand years of blood thirst and unbridled rage onto vampire kind and anyone who stands in her way for revenge. 

Aarushi

Tears flowed down Aarushi’s face as she carefully pieced together the antique tea set Parvati had destroyed in a fit of rage. It always pained her fragile heart to witness her older sister’s sanity disappear piece by piece. It didn’t matter that they were forced to relive this cursed day on repeat, as today 333,450 meteor showers, for eternity, true torture lied in having to watching her sister fall victim to the curse of the dhampyre. 

As a young girl Aarushi could remember curling upon her grand-aunt’s lap as she imparted her wisdom of every supernatural creature she’d come across her travels as a young woman. The dhampyre, ironically enough had always fascinated the young woman currently only 14 summers of age. So entranced by a creature who seemed like a myth even to other supernaturals themselves, she made her aunt recount on numerous occasions every piece of knowledge known on the legend of the dhampyre. Most terrifying the dhampyre curse meant the offspring never grew to see adulthood, each falling to horrendous deaths only to awaken hours later, eyes unnaturally blue, black spider veins and a frightening top set of double sharpen canines and a row of smaller fangs lining the bottom. Sharp teeth always on display betrayed the dhampyre's true nature after transition, top fangs which only elongated at feeding time. Ironically enough one could not pin point a dhampyre before they died, they are born human and die a human death only they arise hours later as a fledgling member of the undead. 

These early deaths usually meant the dhampyre never mentally progressed beyond the age they died and Parvati was murdered by her coven one year shy of her magical maturity at 17 summers. Even as a witch the young girl struggled to contain her magic, she was overwhelmingly powerful for her age with an ability to cast magics that were even beyond the levels of the coven elders. Many feared and respected the young woman, proud and relieved to have her as the next head of their coven and not as an enemy. Her magic never fully settled and now paired with an uncontrollable thirst and volatile emotions Parvati was prone to colossal meltdowns as the hunger pangs never truly diminished and there was only so much pig’s blood infused bread could do. 

At the moment, Lokirina was attempting to comfort a distraught Parvati who was sobbing in pain, clutching her stomach as the pains grew. Her screams were muffled into Lokrinia stomach as the young girl could do nothing but thread her fingers through her hair as she tearfully hummed lullabies from their childhood. 

By the time the pains slowed down into the background, Parvati remained crippled, head in the lap of her younger sister, one hand clutched between Aarushis’ as she stared blankly the the destroyed walls of the Solar. The  sisters who were once shining lights of blissful ignorance as they draped themselves in their expensive silken sarees and heavy jewellery enjoying a brief moment of reprieve from the heavy weight of eternal punishment borne from a father’s twisted perception of love. 

Parvati

Because of him, they were forever trapped within a prison world, doomed to repeat this one day until the end of time, she was doomed to live in an unending loop of fiery torment clawing at her throat. No helpings of blood could ever hope to ease as it wasn't the blood of a vampire as she had painfully come to find out.

Moments after waking from her death, she was forced to feed off a vampire, he had sealed away within the prison alongside his daughters. She could almost taste the richness of depth within his blood as the warm liquid slid down her throat and euphoria burst forth within her. She had fed so deeply and in her moment of weakness, she had snapped his head off and left to seek more prey leaving only her terror-stricken sisters in the wake.

The first few days were utter agony, her body was crippled with aches on the verge of desiccation but it refused to stop moving, to stop hunting for prey that would never be found. She must have wasted away for days between the threshold of life and death, an immortal bound to the confines of her prison for eternity. The feverish sweats must have lasted for days until her sisters found her and coaxed small amounts of human blood down. The dhampyre's body seemingly accepted it in only small doses before it tried to expel the substance. Through years of trial and error, the sisters found small doses of magically infusing alcohol with human blood tamed the rapid rate of desiccation but never fully stopped its withdrawal periods. Parvati believed by slowing down the body's rapid metabolism and overall digestive ability through alcohol and various herbs efficiently tricked the body into accepting the human blood as vampire's. It was simply the best solution given the parameters of their situation.

So lying there on that cold floor starved and shivering as the hunger pangs rocked her body, Parvati swore into the endless void of eternity, revenge. She couldn't swear this was the last time she would cry for the hand she was dealt but she could damn well ensure the suffering and tears that stained her listless body would return tenfold upon her enemies. She'd wield Kaladanda, the ancestral blade of her maternal coven to trap their souls and condemn them for eternity just as they did her. It didn't matter how long she'd have to wait to exact revenge because she knew even with a year to live outside this prison she'd have the backing of the surviving Mikaelsons and even Nature couldn't help the defectors then.

I mean, after all, why get sad when you can get even? Yeah, she was definitely on some vigilante shit

[jewishbarbies]

vent post so tw for literally everything

***

my mom is always saying something to the effect of “well your childhood was better than mine because YOUR dad didn’t hit you” or “at least you weren’t scared you dad was gonna kill you” etc because she had a very abusive father, and it pisses me off because she’ll use that as an excuse to downplay ANYTHING i’m venting to her about from MY dad during MY childhood while also currently staying in contact with her abusive father and DEFENDING him when i tell her he’s a piece of shit and deserves a painful death.

i’ve told her multiple times that my first memories were my parents screaming at each other, dad throwing things, slamming doors, dad road-raging with his whole family in the car and nearly crashing on multiple occasions, getting yelled at, slapped, beat with a spoon until i welted (not bc i disobeyed, but bc i annoyed my dad), and my dad even chased me down the hallway and put his fist through the door i closed/locked so he couldn’t get to me (and they still shame me for needing to replace the door like it’s my fault). my dad would constantly pretend to throw things at me and my sisters as a “joke”, including but not limited to knives, scissors, pens, and baseball bats.i still have a vivid memory from when i was 4/5 and my parents were yelling, and i found them in the master bath with my mom cowering into the back wall sobbing in the dark and my dad trying to comfort her and apologize because he chased her in there in a rage.

but oh yeah, i didn’t fear for my life AT ALL during my childhood. i don’t have ANY crippling anxiety or chronic depression, i don’t flinch at the dumbest little things, i don’t get heart palpitations hearing my dad’s fucking voice or a door getting shut too hard by accident. i don’t stay in my room all day to avoid my parents because being around them and hearing them makes me feel unsafe still. yeah, no lasting affects at all. /s

there was a while where my dad was exhibiting some of that behavior and it came to a breaking point where my mom finally told him that we (my sister & i) were afraid of him. there’d been something spilled and then left on the stove and we KNEW it was his mess so we weren’t going to clean it up and my mom huffed off to go tell him and complain about it, and he immediately got up and started stomping to the kitchen and my mom told him not to because he scared us like her dad scared her, and of course all he did was one of those “how dare you call me what i am” guilt trips, and my little sister was visibly shaking so i shoved her in my room and locked the door. she was sobbing uncontrollably and shaking and i stood by the door to make sure they weren’t going to come in. when they finally came to the door i only opened it enough to see them and my dad looked defeated but still pissed and my mom was worried about my sister, and i actually yelled at him. i asked if he was proud of his behavior and how he treated us over a fucking stove, because that’s all it was, and if it was worth it because my sister was a mess. he cried. i let my mom in with the permission of my sister but i stayed by the door while he was there. that was in 2021.

what do you MEAN “my childhood”? it’s happening to me RIGHT NOW.

[redrawthecolorlessworld]

Emotions

the asteroid mentioned here is supposed to be forgotten asteroid btw

———

I never felt such emotions before.

Well, I don't recall feeling such emotions before.

But here I am now; eyes wide, body frozen in time, a droplet of sweat rolling down my face.

This isn't a revelation I like.

The government is indeed not the best here in Reboot Ruins. I've heard of such things from Restricted Access and Cybernetic Vampire. But I didn't think they would be this bad.

They were never satisfied by how things go within this country. They weren't satisfied with the current state of the nation at that time, so they knew what they had to do.

They connected all of us to the virtual internet—our lives were in the hands of how the connection will go. If the internet connection in Reboot Ruins goes awry, then we might as well get sick.

But if it gets cut out even for just a little bit?

We're dead.

Thankfully, a few of us survived, but that doesn't change the fact that it already happened.

They also wanted their citizens themselves to be more advanced, so they just knew that replacing their clearly normally functioning body parts with prosthetics would be a great idea.

Pathetic.

I can't believe any of this.

I refuse to believe any of this bullshit.

What they did...

What they did took away my friends.

What they did took away my ability to remember.

What they did took away my ability to feel.

What they did took away my memories.

What they did took away Asteroid.

What they did made all of us suffer.

I never felt this much rage in so long—it sure as hell does feel good.

I yell out something in complete and utter rage, and Ruin could only try to calm me down. But nothing and nobody can calm me down from raging over this revelation.

I know everyone else is looking at me with concern right now. I don't care, though.

Asteroid...

He suffered because of their choices.

He overworked to death because of their choices.

He died because of their choices.

He should've been alive right now...

But that's not how things went in reality.

I could feel tears streaming down my face—is this sadness? I don't remember...

"Ling..."

Ruin's voice truly is soothing—but I still sobbed uncontrollably.

I've never felt so many emotions come to me in so long.

It's...

...Overwhelming.

[mysticstarlightduck]

DISEASE - What is the most unique disease in this world?

Thanks for the ask, @illarian-rambling! This is a cool one!!!!

DISEASE - What is the most unique disease in this world?

Song Of Thorns - The Blood Plague

A dreadful and excruciatingly painful illness, the Blood Plague is a malady borne of corrupted magic - caused by humans who tampered with ancient orces that should've been left unawakened. The Blood Plague - as the name indicates - causes the victim to undergo a consumptive sickness that slowly drains them of energy and strenght, and then leads to more and more dreadful symptoms - a few of them being: coughing up blood, painful muscle spasms, hallucinations/loss of lucid thinking, boiling high fevers, vomiting blood, the slow - but sure - loss of vitality and slow petrification that leads to the internal rotting of limbs, organs and arteries, and eventually, transmutation. Much like any regular "zombie virus" this plague eventually transforms its host into a ghoul, a vampiric-like, corrupted creature of rotting flesh that wanders the woods, seeking to spread the contagion and who are bound between life and death, never to be free again.

Scrapyard Boys - Flux-Augmentation Syndrome

When a mutant who already possesses stable powers is forced to consume more superserum, effectively augmenting their abilities for the time being in a exponential manner that is quite impressive short-time wise - until the true effect of this forced augmentation shows its toll. The Mutant's powers start to become more erratic and dangerous both to themselves and others, and those powers start changing, mutating even more in unexpected and uncontrollable ways that can cause severe destruction, varying from weakening their powers to sudden bouts of explosive power surges. Like any fucked up abstinency, this syndrome only gets worse the more serum the mutant has willingly or unwillingly consumed, with symptoms ranging from migraines, uncontrollable rage, panic, hallunications/induced "madness", cramps, low blood pressure, and some other, more serious symptoms. With the spread popularity of superserum as a drug in the city of New Omnium, as well as the trials Spectre Academy agent trainees are forced to endure, this condition is currently in a meteoric rise in the metropolis. Some victims in this story include Josh Alleta (Erin Sterllern's foster cousin), who was kidnapped as a test subject by the PHANTOM Industries, and Rhett Donovvan, from this story's spinoff Mutant Inquiries (he's Ethan Donnovan's brother), as he became addicted to superserum after trying it on the streets a few times.

[rxshl]

(2)

It is easy to convince a child, and particularly an adolescent, that his desire to emulate Buck Rogers is ridiculous: he knows that it isn’t exactly Buck Rogers he has in mind and yet, simultaneously, it is—he feels caught in an inner contradiction—and this confirms his desolately embarrassing feeling that he is being ridiculous.

Thus the adults—whose foremost moral obligation toward a child, at this stage of his development, is to help him understand that what he loves is an abstraction, to help him break through into the conceptual realm—accomplish the exact opposite. They stunt his conceptual capacity, they cripple his normative abstractions, they stifle his moral ambition.

They arrest his value-development on a primitively literal, concrete-bound level: they convince him that to be like Buck Rogers means to wear a space helmet and blast armies of Martians with a disintegrator-gun.

Their motive is obvious. If they actually regarded Romanticism as an “impractical fantasy,” they would feel nothing but a friendly or indifferent amusement—not the passionate resentment and uncontrollable rage which they do feel and exhibit.

While the child is thus driven to fear, mistrust and repress his own emotions, he cannot avoid observing the hysterical violence of the adults’ emotions unleashed against him in this and other issues. He concludes, subconsciously, that all emotions as such are dangerous, that they are the irrational, unpredictably destructive element in people, which can descend upon him at any moment in some terrifying way for some incomprehensible purpose. This is the brick before last in the wall of repression which he erects to bury his own emotions. The last is his desperate pride misdirected into a decision such as: “I’ll never let them hurt me again!” The way never to be hurt, he decides, is never to feel anything.

But an emotional repression cannot be complete; when all other emotions are stifled, a single one takes over: fear.

The element of fear was involved in the process of the child’s moral destruction from the start. His victimized virtues were not the only cause; his faults were active as well: fear of others, particularly of adults, fear of independence, of responsibility, of loneliness—as well as self-doubt and the desire to be accepted, to “belong.” But it is the involvement of his virtues that makes his position so tragic and, later, so hard to correct.

As he grows up, his amorality is reinforced and reaffirmed. His intelligence prevents him from accepting any of the current schools of morality: the mystical, the social or the subjective. An eager young mind, seeking the guidance of reason, cannot take the supernatural seriously and is impervious to mysticism. It does not take him long to perceive the contradictions and the sickeningly self-abasing hypocrisy of the social school of morality. But the worst influence of all, for him, is the subjective school.

He is too intelligent and too honorable (in his own twisted, tortured way) not to know that the subjective means the arbitrary, the irrational, the blindly emotional. These are the elements which he has come to associate with people’s attitudes in moral issues, and to dread. When formal philosophy tells him that morality, by its very nature, is closed to reason and can be nothing but a matter of subjective choice, this is the kiss or seal of death on his moral development.

He knew—even though not in fully conscious terms—that he was achieving the opposite of his original, pre-conceptual goals and motives. Instead of leading a rational (i.e., reason-guided and reason-motivated) life, he was gradually becoming a moody, subjectivist whim-worshiper, acting on the range of the moment, particularly in his personal relationships—by default of any firmly defined values. Instead of reaching independence from the irrationality of others, he was being forced—by the same default—either into actual secondhandness or into an equivalent code of behavior, into blind dependence on and compliance with the value-systems of others, into a state of abject conformity.

[solhwellness]

Tips to Understand and Navigate Grief | Solh Wellness

Emotional distress brought on by both significant and little losses causes grief, a response to loss. Even though mourning is frequently associated with severe emotional pain, knowing its historical background might be helpful.

Beginning in the 1200s, the word "grief" first entered the English language. It originally stood for experiencing pain, suffering, and adversity. The phrase comes from the noun "griever," which denotes burdens or sorrows, and the word "grief," which indicated misfortune in Old French. The Latin words "gravare" and "gravis," which imply to make heavy or weighty, respectively, ari where this Old French name got its start.

This historical evolution emphasizes the concepts of weight, anguish, and difficulty and draws parallels with how we currently perceive grief as an emotional torment that takes the form of physical symptoms. A common way that people express their sorrow is as a weight on their shoulders, a heavy covering over their hearts, or a deep, all-consuming anguish.

Today's society acknowledges mourning as a typical reaction to loss. The degree of the attachment or relationship that led to the loss is reflected in the depth of the grieving. It can be quite sad and frequently leads to changes that have a big impact on one's life when a loved one or close family member passes away.

Modern perspectives understand that grieving can be triggered by any substantial loss, not just those that culminate in death, despite the fact that historically death has been the primary cause of melancholy.

Grief can have many different causes, such as:

Employment decline

Due to isolation and social interaction

Miscarriage

Divorce

This period of time, known as the "empty nest," comes after a child has grown up and moved out of the house.

Issues with your health that limit your opportunities, mobility, or confidence

A diagnosis that will have an impact on the lives of you or a loved one

The passing of a beloved pet

The passing of a loved one

The process of coping with loss involves a variety of emotional, mental, physical, and behavioral reactions, all of which might differ from person to person and change over time. The terms "grief," "mourning," and "bereavement" all have various meanings in this situation.

Grief: This holds true for our reactions to losing something. It evokes emotions like relief or helplessness, along with shock, grief, denial, despair, and fury. You can experience uncontrollable crying because you may feel nostalgic for happier moments that have passed before the loss.

Mourning: the process of adjusting after a loss. Social standards, cultural customs, and religious convictions all have an impact on it. It necessitates changing daily routines and point of view in addition to adjusting to life without the missing entity.

Bereavement:This expression refers to the duration of sadness. It indicates the period of time when the responses and emotions brought on by loss are most intense.

Grief appears in a variety of ways:

Emotions:From astonishment, numbness, sadness, and rage to anxiety and melancholy, emotions can run the gamut. You could feel helpless, guilty, or relieved. It's possible to cry unintentionally out of nostalgia or longing for the past.

Thoughts:  Disbelief, fuzziness, and difficulty concentrating are all symptoms of grief. The loss of the deceased person may come up in conversation. People occasionally go through hallucinations or see things that others cannot.

Physical Sensations: Physical symptoms can include a tightness or heaviness in the chest or throat, as well as severe fatigue, nauseousness, headaches, and muscle tension. Your grief can be making you feel sick.

Behaviors: Grief can modify a person's behavior, causing them to become irritable or snappy, have irregular sleeping patterns, or lose interest in their interests. Changes in energy levels may cause anxiety or unusually high levels of activity. It might also affect a person's spiritual or religious experiences, leading them to reevaluate their convictions or gain a deeper comprehension of what matters most in life.

Self-care tips to navigate grief:

Acknowledge Emotions: You must recognize and categorize your feelings in order to heal. This clarity also enables you to share your experience with others and makes it easier to identify the appropriate rituals or practices to address the situation.

Prioritize Self-Care: After recognizing your emotions, schedule time for the required self-care. Reflection is the process of building relationships with oneself. Stay off of other people's paths and concentrate on what you need right now.

Embrace Change: Recognize how your needs and identity change as a result of a loss. Put away previous expectations, societal standards, and other people's opinions, and think about your current priorities. Pay attention to the issues that are currently most important to you.

Support Physical Well-being: Your mind concentrates power to aid in emotional recovery. Your grieving process will go more smoothly if you stay physically well. You should take pauses as needed, look for company when you're alone, refrain from using drugs and alcohol, and partake in happy activities.

Communicate Needs: Many people may find it challenging to support mourning family members. By outlining your demands, empower them. Be specific when requesting assistance. The phrase "I appreciate your offer to join, but I'll listen to music alone" will make it clear that you need some alone time. Instead, say, "Can we go for a walk together this afternoon?" to solicit participation. It promotes your rehabilitation and makes it possible for family members to travel with you.

Conclusion

Even among family members who are experiencing the same loss, grief is a very personal emotion. It frequently occurs in waves or cycles, with periods of time where things are more or less normal coming after periods of intense feelings that persist for several hours or days. As you get used to the loss, these cycles could get easier over time. Adjusting only means that, with time, you get used to grieving; it doesn't mean that you don't care about the loss. Dates like holidays or anniversaries could evoke sentiments of sadness, but by making an adjustment, you can view these events through fresh eyes.

Since we think that mental health is important, Solh Wellness has selected a variety of effective self-help techniques to improve your mental wellbeing. We provide a variety of services, including goal-setting, mood analysis, self-assessment tests, journaling, and access to a sizable collection of educational materials. Utilize our wide range of self-help resources to take control of your path to improved mental health and personal growth.

[casspurrjoybell-23]

The Raven - Chapter 43

*Warning Adult Content*

Several years later...

Unbeknownst to the citizens of the kingdom and especially to the royals within the palace, a darkness has been brewing just outside their country's borders.

More than two decades have passed since the fall of the black magic that once dwelled inside the castle, the death of King Caleb's creator at his own bedside left a permanent and irreparable scar among a few who were left behind.

For over twenty years, the anger and hatred have grown and festered, blinding one woman in particular with an unrelenting rage.

Now the time is finally near for the sinister forces to once again rear their ugly heads and wreak havoc on the unsuspecting and entirely ignorant people under the raven's rule.

As the sorceress watches the vision in the smoldering fire, she appreciates the princess's struggle to remain true to herself, recognizing that it can prove quite an advantage in the witch's quest to usurp the throne.

For as long as the girl remains so deeply distracted, the magic possessor's task is made all the easier.

Dear Princess Valencia and her fathers, King Henry and that repulsive raven, will be so wholly preoccupied wrestling with the repercussions of forfeiting tradition that the witch's arrival will never be prefigured.

It is almost as if she is being welcomed in by formal invitation.

The ridiculous, so-called leaders of the country are practically destroying their kingdom all on their own.

The witch lets out a wicked cackle, observing as the heat suddenly dies out in the previously burning fire pit, putting an immediate end to the premonition.

A contented expression overtakes her face, understanding that her vengeance will soon be sated, the sorceress is so close to having her retaliation realized that she can almost taste her victory.

The woman has unquestionably never before felt so completely satisfied as she does at this precise moment, a twisted sense of accomplishment pooling within her stomach.

That blasted raven will pay for what he has done, she will make sure of it if it is the last thing she will ever do.

However, she must not get too far ahead of herself, for there is still a significant amount of work to be done to achieve success.

Removing herself from her seat before the rapidly cooling ashes, the witch dusts off the front of her dress with her bare hands, the scent of smoke lingering on her as it clings to her hair and clothes.

She reminisces silently for a moment, painstakingly remembering the loss she incurred the day Delilah Delvaux was ordered to give her life to perform the impossible task of resurrecting the dead.

It is a memory that has haunted her these twenty-plus years and will continue to torment her for the rest of her days.

The mere thought of what was so cruelly taken from her reignites the flames inside of the witch, her body searing with the uncontrolled fire of fury that is quickly expanding within her.

With her eyebrows knitted together and her lips pursed, the sorceress irately stomps from the room.

In the very back of her little shack in the woods lies the altar where she keeps her book of spells.

More determined than ever before to finally rectify the wrongs that have been done to her so many years ago, she swiftly strokes through the pages as she hastily begins to formulate a plan.

She will not allow the preposterous excuses for kings to remain unpunished for their crimes for even a minute longer than necessary.

With Princess Valencia's impending ascension and the unyielding drama that currently surrounds the royal family, now is evidently the most opportune time to exact her revenge and avenge her beloved Delilah.

Page after page, she scours the lengthy list of spells, chants and incantations, effortlessly committing anything that could possibly be of use to memory.

For now, she will simply collect as much information as she can, it is likely best to be appropriately prepared in this case, anyway.

Perhaps, if Delilah had been more prepared to execute her own scheme, she would still be alive today.

The witch cringes mentally at the thought, guilt instantly and incessantly swarming her.

No, she cannot blame Delilah for her own shortcomings.

Her plot had been practically flawless, any unplanned discrepancies were entirely the fault of that wretched raven.

With a shake of her head, the sorceress returns to her work, refusing to allow any more disruptions to her note-making.

There is no room for such mistakes when retribution is on the line.

- The End -

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Like lightning, Judy's collision into the earth crackles in a cacophonous uproar, shooting up sand and threatening to knock both humans off their feet; Vega, quickly enough, is able to cast a Protect to guard the battling trainers from the aftershocks. May stands her ground, squinting through the barrier that's being bombarded by flame, loose earth, and thick smoke. Her pulse races, mind working overtime as slowly her vision can make out the combatants—Homura, though visibly wounded, had been able to avoid the full-on brunt of the attack, by Gold's command.

Even worse, the hound has now managed to snake up onto Judy's back and out of a redeemable range. May winces for her monster, the mammoth-sized dragon howling furiously the moment Homura's deadly fangs clamp into her shoulder and issue a sharp, electrical current that seethes throughout the Salamence's body.

The Hoennite cannot remember the last time she felt this powerless during a match, out of options as much as she is control.

Issuing any sort of command now, she fears, will be futile. The reins are completely and utterly in Judy's claws, leaving her trainer without any certainty as to which of the two battling pokemon will claim victory. The Deoxys to her side affirms as much, telepathically—there is no turning back for the wrecking ball that is Judy Jetson, lest she faint or be recalled.

Of the two, the dragon would rather die than surrender; and perhaps it is the Draconid in her, but May understands this sentiment completely—the brunette hopes, silently, that this link between their spirits will be enough for her to eventually break through.

Lashing uncontrollably, yet unable to shake the hellhound off her body, Judy does next what only she knows best to do: as the crater she's created slowly fills with seawater, the pokemon's gargantuan wings extend outwards before they rocket the two with impressive force up and towards the heavens. The surprise ascent isn't enough to free her from the Houndoom's death grip, though, the sparks surging from Homura's fangs causing an agonizing shriek to erupt from the dragon's throat.

Spewing bluish flames, smoke pouring from her nostrils, Judy's wild and primeval blood rushes while her neck cranes downwards over the war-torn isle. It is by a sharp instinct that her eyes lock with May's—stern, fortified eyes as deep as the sea, as bright as the skies, though still flickering with fiery determination.

In that very instant, her trainer's gaze is finally able to break the ongoing rampage. Judy's rage subsides so suddenly, her hide toughening through its numbness from the electrocuting attack that's ripped flesh to stream of boiling blood. This unclouded sense of clarity will not last another second, May cupping both hands around her mouth to boom her order while there's still the sliver of this chance:

"TOP ACCELERATOR!! SONIC DOUBLE!!!"

Those ferocious eyes flood back as pupils dilate to pitch black, the savage soul of the dragon breathing new life throughout her core. Her bulky frame regains its balance there hanging above, before immediately sloping upwards and barreling forth at break-neck speeds. Smashing the sound barrier, the two pokemon are but a speck in the sky within milliseconds, though it is just as fast that they reappear.

Much of what is occurring cannot be caught by the untrained eye, though through her primal focus May can piece together the blur of her pokemon's flight patterns: she's attempting to utilize her gifts, and what Salamence are known best for—their incomparable speeds when sailing the skies.

Jetting back and forth, Judy slices clouds into ribbons, while harsh gusts blast in an array of directions that reach even the trainers and accompanying Deoxys below. The window of opportunity to usher another command is less than slim, though should it be timed just right, May's sure she can see this through—that they, both she and Judy, can seize this match.

Gold has never raised a Salamence before, but he's had some used against him in the League by foreign challengers. They can be notoriously ill-tempered, and it takes a lot to work with one - more than a lot of dragon-types. And, it seems, their battle had pushed Judy to her emotional limits.

Pokemon were still living creatures, after all, and no matter how strong they got, that never changed. All of them had a bad day - or could lose their temper. He wouldn't have faulted May for withdrawing her, but she obviously had enough trust that even this situation wasn't one that would put anyone at risk.

Probably.

Gold returns her look and nods. He gets the message loud and clear.

Of course, the other problem is that there's absolutely nowhere for Homura to go in time. She squares her shoulders and Gold quickly makes a decision - the only one he can make to still have a shot.

"Jump at the last second!"

Gold loses sight of Homura as the Salamence impacts, though he spots what he thinks is a paw. He hears her howl of pain - there was always going to be an impact, but having her leap at the last second probably saved her from an instant knock-out.

As the smoke cleared he realized Homura had awkwardly managed to land her body on the dragon's, though she was in dire shape and her nails wouldn't find any purchase.

He had to bring Judy down before she could get too far into the sky. If she managed to dump the Houndoom off and Gold withdrew her, he'd forfeit - and naturally, he also wasn't going to risk a fall from that height anyway for her.

He'd been hoping to draw her in close, but not like this. He hadn't planned on Homura taking so much damage; though he wasn't sure what the impact had done to the dragon either. In her enraged state, spotting any obvious signs of injury was going to be almost impossible. She wasn't going to stop until she was literally knocked unconcious - it was this trait that made dragons so feared across much of the world.

"Thunder Fang!" Gold barks. "And hold on!"

Homura sinks her fangs into the meat of Judy's shoulder and floods her with electricity that sparks from her jaws in a brilliant burst. She's still only holding on by her fangs, but it'll have to do.

"Keep it up!"

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Poetry prompt: under the sea’s eyes

Oo thanks for the prompt! I think I'm gonna have fun with this one

Under the seas eyes:

I gazed at the ocean

With eyes glazed over

Overwhelmed by regret

That I will never really know her

I wonder what she has seen

And where she has been

Guided by the moon

And enveloped by the wind

I wish I could speak this language

Of seafoam and waves

Oh, what poetry it must be

To harbor both so many lives and so many graves

And though her stormy depths

Are a place I dare not dive

I'll wonder all my life

Which one of us is more alive

I hope this reverence

Is enough on its own

To appreciate from the shore

The nature of things that can't be known

Feel free to give me more prompts if ya'll want! I really enjoyed this