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[somnoir]

Gotham's newest Crime Lord - Part 1

Prompt: Dan kills the joker and unintentionally becomes a crime lord

Dan didn't mean to become a Crime Lord. It wasn't his fault that the Joker was fragile and easily killable with one punch to the head. He didn't know that the seemingly immortal clown was easily killed once the impact practically snapped his neck. So yes, Dan didn't mean for this shit to happen. Not when all he wanted to do was go to college, make sure Danny and Elle weren't attracting trouble back in Gotham academy.

It wasn't his fault that the crazy bastard thought it was a good idea to nab his siblings and try to use them for ransom. It's not his fault that his first instinct was to introduce his first to that pennywise knock-off. It'd not his fault that this city was haunted by vengeful ghosts that wanted to tear that motherfucker to shreds.

They were supposed to lay low after the mess with their parents and their name changes.

But nooooo!

They had to have an absolute hatred for clowns and now he's somehow made himself a crime lord. Why the fuck were the Joker's goons so fucking stupid?! They either tried to kill Dan for killing their boss or they tried to fall under him and make him their new leader. It was like a fucking cult in his eyes. Seriously, what the absolute fuck was going on with this shitty city?

It's not like he could call Jazz and say "Hi sis! I killed a crazy clown and I'm now the boss of his weird goons. I also might end up on the local vigilante's hitlist."

Yeah, no. He's not doing that.

But this might not be so bad... Not really. Being their boss could be treated as a source of income if he utilized the Joker's shit properly. I mean, he couldn't always rely on the fruitloops money, not when Vlad could turn traitor and use the money against them. He needed to find a way to support his siblings, one way or another.

And Clockwork did say to get a hobby. If not mass genocide then he could resort to carefully planned crime. Yes. This could work. He'll make it fucking work for the sake of his siblings.

Besides, if he was a crime lord—in motherfucking Gotham—he doubts that the GIW will even try to fuck around in a city where a ghost controlled some part of the criminal underworld.

Oh... Oh, he was gonna fucking do this.

(Clockwork watched as his most troublesome child shifts from world ender to crime lord. At least it was an upgrade from mass genocide.)

Nightwing didn't particularly know what to make of this mess. There were rumors of a new crime lord, of a new rogue.

One day, Joker's body was dropped into the harbor and found by the workers, all confused and scared as to why the Clown Prince of crime was dead in the water. It was humiliating in the Joker's standards, to be discarded like trash into the sea rather than have his body displayed for everyone to gawk at. The clown would have adored being glorified but whoever the hell killed him knew this and fucked the guy up bad.

His head snapped and his corpse tossed out like leftovers.

Jason had laughed, outright celebrated and Crime Alley was as festive as it ever was with the Red Hood blasting music through the streets and partying like there was no tomorrow. All of Gotham was celebrating, parading through the streets with pinatas that looked like the Joker. Harley would drop down from whatever roof she was on and swing her bat at the pinata, spilling red candy as everyone cheered and laughed. It was morbidly glorious.

But the festivities didn't erase the fact that someone had killed the Joker and knew what to do to disrespect him in the worst ways possible. It wasn't long until Joker's old lackeys were rallying to someone—a new boss. It wasn't odd for goons without bosses to move on to find different jobs, but for all of Joker's old minions to work for the same person? This was definitely the guy who killed the Joker.

No name, no appearance, nothing. Just quiet activity with organising his new goons to do strange errands. Stuff that didn't point them in the direction of criminal activity.

"You got anything?" Dick murmurs as Tim slouches over the batcomputer, watching as his younger brother sneered at the screen.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." He snaps, "All footage of this new rogue is immediately corrupted."

Babs hums, "And it's not like it's altered after it's been taken. The distortion happens live. They either have some tech on them or they're a meta who can avoid cameras." She adds, taking a leisure sip of the tea Alfred kindly offered them. "Whoever this is doesn't leave a trace aside from this shitty footage."

Tim groans, "I officially hate this guy!" He almost tosses his mug out of anger, shaking his head.

"Does Jason have any info on this one?"

And like the fucking menace he was, Jason pops up without another word. "He goes by Wraith." No one was startled, just sparing him a glance before nodding.

"That's it?"

"The goonions adore him." Jason shrugs, "Guy's been quick. Dealing with shit like Black Mask and other trafficking operations. Some of the kids he's saved wear clothes that have this specific symbol on them. It's a good tactic mind you. Tells people to fuck off and don't come anywhere near the kid or else he'll sic whatever bullshit he has in someone."

Dick narrowed his eyes, "Is it effective?"

"Hell yeah! One of the kids got kidnapped just last week. I went to save the poor thing but he walked out of that warehouse while the kidnappers were bleeding and sobbing." Jason once again grins, "Little Tommy threatened me if I try to arrest Wraith."

"So more anti-heri than villain. Good enough, at least." Dick sighed, shaking his head as he narrowed his eyes on the screen. More distorted footage.

"Thanks for the info, little wing."

"Just updatin' you guys. Heard some rumors that Harley's on the hunt for Wraith to thank him."

Great...

It's been a solid two months since the death of the Joker. Batman and the rest of his birds were increasingly wary of the Wraith and his two new associates that went by Phantom and Specter. No footage on the three could ever be recovered, making them all assume this was the work of a meta.

Most of them weren't sure if this guy was a threat or not. Red Hood, on the other hand, had a fairly positive opinion on the guy who's been hanging traffickers by their legs and immediately staking their claim on the kid to keep them safe.

The new crime lord was slowly dismantling the criminal underworld and building it back up to their design.

"FUCKING HELL!" Dick glared at the screen again, "That's Wraith's doing, isn't it? No way did the Riddler blow up that building."

"Wraith's only been dealing with traffickers so far. Why would he do this?" Steph murmurs, staring at the recording of a building that had suddenly went off. Numerous were dead, some barely survived.

"That's the motherfucker's symbol." Dick pointed to the glowing green symbol that looked liked a fire with some obscure letter they couldn't really make out. (Was it a D or a P?)

"Okay... Why would Wraith blow up a building and kill everyone?" Jason immediately asked, seeming to be defensive of the man. "He doesn't just kill people, Dick."

"Even so..." Bruce grunts, clearly displeased with the bloodshed. All that death...

"We're going after him." Bruce announced, "I'm not putting of the Wraith investigation anymore."

Dan stared at the pictures of the bodies, pudding out smoke without a cigarette in sight. His new minions—they preferred the term goons—were clearly apprehensive and continued to observe their new boss's expressions. This explosion had been his first act of pure and utter violence, a massacre of sorts.

He glances at Danny who melted out of the shadows, startling his goons.

"Can't say I'm not upset but I get why you did that shit." He begrudgingly admits, sitting across Dan. Phantom was a reluctant associate to his new organization of crime—ish.

"They weren't just trafficking kids, squirt. Pimping them, killing them and selling their organs, hosting matches and making meta kids fight to the fucking death." Dan clicked his tongue, "No redemption in that, Phantom."

"I get it, alright!" Danny snapped, "But the you've gotten the direct attention of the Bats now. They're gonna come for us, Wraith."

"Boss?" One of the goons—Dan remembers him as Jeremy Nelson. One guy just trying to support himself and his kid, trying to keep his sweet little daughter in school with as much money as he could get. Dan remembers giving the man a raise and a jacket with their family's symbol stitched into it—one for little Marigold.

"I'll deal with it. For now, you guys spread the word on that shit. I don't want anyone thinking I killed a bunch of kids." Dan growled, "My reputation can burn for all care, but like hell am I letting people think I hurt kids."

With Jeremy leading the other goons, he nodded and hurried out of the office to spread a word. The former Joker goons had taken a liking to their new boss, preferring his ways rather than their dead one.

"Jazz won't like this, y'know." Danny sighs, "I'm not gonna tell her. Never. But she'll find out, one way or another."

Dan frowns, "You think I don't know? It's Jazz, Danny."

"Yeah, yeah. I just didn't expect you to be like this. Crime Lord and everything."

Dan snorts, "I was the world ender, brat. This is mild compared to what I've done."

"Yeah, sure."

He shook his head, "You've got your own problems, brat. The Observants are still fussin' about you being king, your majesty."

An identical scowl looks back at Dan, and he's reminded that this kid is him. An alternate version of himself and yet they were brothers now. "I know. You killing the Joker fucked some stuff up. Apparently, the motherfucker was cursed to hell."

"Meaning?"

"He's got a lifetime of people in his shadow. Vengefu souls that want him dead." Danny huffs, "Had to deal with the paperwork cause everyone's wantin' a taste of him. I'm workin' on letting Walker release him so his victims can execute his soul."

"Cruel, little king."

"I'll give you his file. Bastard deserves to have his soul destroyed." Danny viciously grins. And once again, best reminded that this twerp is him. They were one and the same, different as well.

"Alright, alright. Fuck off now. We've still got some bats and birds to deal with." Dan immediately showed him away, noting Danny's eye roll.

"Better prepare a birdcage then."

Part 2 | Masterlist

[khaire-traveler]

Happy April 4th!

It's the fourth day of the fourth month - a time to celebrate Lord Hermes! Four is a sacred number for the god Hermes, and what day is better to celebrate him than the fourth day of the fourth month in the year? c:

Some things you can do to celebrate Lord Hermes today:

Say a good morning prayer, and greet Hermes; invite him to join you throughout the day!

Engage in random acts of kindness, especially towards strangers

Consume borrowed material online, specifically from shitty authors, directors, or similar

If you have any coins, leave a few in a public place where someone else can find and take them; leaving four coins would be especially great

Offer Hermes an energizing tea or drink; add honey if you can (and it wouldn't taste absolutely atrocious)

Offer Hermes baked goods, sweets, fruits, or a cooked meal; make something tasty for him

Write a poem about Hermes

Create or offer art to Hermes; can be of him, his sacred symbols, or something that reminds you of him

Give him something you found that reminded you of him, particularly if you encountered it that day

Take a walk, bike ride, hike, car ride, etc.; travel.to another location, even if it's not that far away

Go somewhere new, and explore around today, even if it's not that far away

Spend time playing with any pets you own; give your pets an extra treat today, if you can

Give more generous tips to waiters, waitresses, etc. today, if you can

Support a small business; spread the word about them

Treat a loved one to a meal or spend some time with them

Honor your ancestors; pay homage to the souls of anyone you love and miss

Write Hermes a kind or grateful letter, wishing him well

Decorate your Hermes altar with flowers (origami flowers count)

Write a story in honor of Hermes, even one about him (I encourage it to be kept respectful, obviously)

Watch your favorite comedy movie

Go see any local stand-up comedians

Go out of your way to help people today

Donate clothes, hygiene kits, or socks to a homeless shelter or outreach program nearby

Volunteer for any local causes you support, especially those dedicated to helping animal shelters, the homeless, immigrants (especially in the U.S. right now), or humanitarian efforts

Purchase a meal and/or groceries for a homeless person, if you can and know/see any

Practice divination, especially methods you struggle with

I hope you all have an absolutely lovely day! May Lord Hermes bless you with the best of luck today, if you wish him to. Praise be to Hermes! 🧡🪽🐏🐢

[eddieisashifter]

— THE 5 SENSES (WAKING UP IN MY PERCY JACKSON REALITY)

as always, inspired by the lovely @jadeshifting! be sure to check out her 5 senses posts because they're amazing.

𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 SOUND

— the first sense that hits me when I wake up is sound. there's crows cawing outside, my mom feeding our local murder again. I wonder what kind of trinkets they've brought us today

— the windchime on our front porch, banishing any negative energy and cleansing the house

— the gentle purring of my kitties, morrigan and styx. morrigan curled up on one side of me and styx on the other

— my mom muttering downstairs as she talks to the gods, likely leaving out morning offerings, and the clinking of dishes as she sets out breakfast for us two.

— the chime of my phone. I don't need to check it to know its a text from annabeth, reminding me of what not to forget to pack today

𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 SIGHT

— the morning light streaming in through my window's black sheer curtains, blinding me the moment I open my eyes. thank you very much lord apollo.

— my arm sprawled out in front of me, hanging off the edge of my bed. exactly where I'd fallen asleep the night before. I sleep like the dead, literally.

— my nightstand, which holds my altar to lord hypnos. next to his candle is a moon shaped dish that holds his offerings and a teacup with sleepy time tea that I gave him last night as an offering and petition for good sleep. he blessed me with such. thank you, uncle.

𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 FEEL

— the warmth of morrigan's living body curled up on one side, and the chill of styx's ghostly one on the other.

— my soft comfort blanket, the black fabric pulled all the way up to my neck, with my knees to my chest. my head tucked sideways on my silky pillow case, my hair pulled back into a braid so it doesn't tangle when I sleep. its so comfortable I don't even want to get up

— a sense of excitement in my chest when I realize what day it is, prompting me to get up anyway. it's camp day.

— the warm feeling of life energy, radiating from my plants on the windowsill. they're blooming now, life is in the air. the cycle continues.

𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 SMELL

— the unmistakable scent of cinnamon pastries in the oven rising from the vents downstairs. cinnamon rolls. our ritual breakfast for camp day, our little celebration.

— the scent of lavender and chamomile from hypnos' candle and the sleepy time tea

— a slight scent of incense and smoke also rising from downstairs. mom is definitely leaving morning offerings.

𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 TASTE

— a dryness in the back of my throat from sleep. I'll grab the water on my nightstand to rid myself of it and bring some energy into my sleepy mind

— a bit of cat hair that somehow found its way into my mouth and onto my tongue. godsdammit morrigan.

divider cred: saradika-graphics

. (🎪 back to the circus itinerary. . .)

[aethon-recs]

This Week (x2) in Tomarrymort (8 – 21 November 2024)

Hello! We have three multi-chaptered fics finishing this week, highlighted below. In addition, I made a rec list for Tomarrymort Necrophilia Fics 💀🤍 in support of the Tomarrymort Necro Fest hosted by @magical-menagerie-server, which kicks off in January.

Completed Fic:

Memories of a Killer by @chemfreak89 (M, 47k, complete) Age catches up with everyone. The infamous serial killer Voldemort now spends his time reading newspapers and making trips to the local library in search of a new crime novel. But one day he makes an interesting new acquaintance that shakes his quiet life and rekindles old flames and unknown desires. What quickens me is the violence in thee by @i-dream-of-libraries (M, 17k, complete) Harry is sold at auction to a man who is clearly in some kind of disguise - Lord Riddle isn't as charming as he looks, and the way he looks at Harry... A Regency AU inspired by the magnificent artwork of @stolenviolet. If I were you by @onehitpleb (E, 9k, complete) It is 1945 and Tom is eighteen, freshly graduated, and working a non-reputable job as a store clerk in Knockturn Alley. Somehow, he grows attached to the worst sort of person - an idiot.

In addition, a recap of the author notes from last week! (Please feel free to add some extra context to your fic update in the reblog, such as a little bit about the chapter(s) updated, and I’ll throw it in the update for next week!)

A Simple Request by @shyinsunlight (E, 70k, WIP) “As for the new chapter of A Simple Request, Harry tries and (unsurprisingly) fails to keep his personal life private. Some are having the time of their life, some others, not so much. Lifts can take you up, but going down is more interesting.” Wish by @sri-verse (E, 3k, WIP) “Wish is set after Harry's fifth year where he gets the ownership of Bellatrix's vault along side the Black vault. Looking at a gold goblet, he remembers his childhood wish of buying a gold cauldron and brings back Helga Hufflepuff's cup with him to fulfill that desire, unaware that he has freed the horcrux living in it.” To the Hilt by @izharmilgram (E, 28k, WIP) “To The Hilt is a royal arranged marriage au featuring nontraditional a/b/o, political schemes, ancient greek and abrahamic religion references, feral harry potter, and lots of power play and worship. It's neither only tomarry or only harrymort, but tomarrymort—meaning the core relationship is Tom/Harry/Voldemort. This includes Tom/Voldemort.” we made universes out of bitten lips and broken hands by @boyneptunee (M, 50k, WIP) “The consequences of Harry's Time Travel seem inconsequential, at first. Until they stare right back at him with vicious eyes. There's trouble brewing in every direction, and the Future is not as certain and set in stone as one might think.” Time Stumbler by @wintumnly (T, 102k, WIP) “Harry is stuck in 1937 and spends the holidays with almost-eleven-year-old Tom Riddle. On the first day of Christmas, they both anxiously wait for Tom's Hogwarts letter together. Fluff, humor, and Tom Riddle is not good with feelings." 7 by @moontearpensfic (E, 44k, WIP) “Harry goes back in time to raise Tom AU: the boys discuss what might have happened to make Voldemort go to "sleep."” Anytime, Anywhere, Always by @moontearpensfic (E, 22k, WIP) “Harry corrupts Tom AU: Tom and Harry celebrate Christmas--and something more! Your Wish, My Command by @moontearpensfic (E, 8k, WIP) “Hinny adopts Tom AU: Tom finally gets Harry to crack. 🔥”

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Tomarrymort One Shots and Completed Fic

Complete | Chapters 8 and 9 of Memories of a Killer by @chemfreak89

Complete | Chapter 6 of What quickens me is the violence in thee by @i-dream-of-libraries

Complete | Chapter 4 of If I were you by @onehitpleb

Complete | Chapter 19 of Sits the wind in that quarter by @mosiva

One Shot | To be Imagined by @cyandenial

One Shot | god's hands by @curioushabitforarivergod

One Shot | bad behaviour by @milkandmoon-ao3

One Shot | two ways of being: the noun & the verb by cycloalkane

One Shot | set my soul on fire by @wynnefic

One Shot | Beach Episode by @crowcrowcrowthing

One Shot | First Duel by @being-luminous

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Tomarrymort Ongoing Fics

Chapter 12 of Ills of Murder by @shadow-of-the-eclipse

Chapters 7 through 11 of in the silence by @satflesk22

Chapter 4 of friend of the devil (a friend of mine) by @shyinsunlight

Chapter 15 of Embryo by @cannibalinc

Chapter 4 of As It Begins by @duplicitywrites @moontearpensfic

Chapters 7 and 8 of Stygian by @crowcrowcrowthing

Chapters 15 through 17 of Saint Harry by @alenablack @chaos-bear

Chapter 1 of the night is cold in the kingdom by @girl-with-goats

Chapters 5 and 6 of you speak of the devil (like he's not your friend) by @amuria

Chapters 131 through 134 of Liquida Tenebris (Remastered) by @dymis

Chapters 1 and 2 of Small Mistakes by Crisis_Brewing

Chapter 5 of Hit 'N Run by @dragonaireabsolvare

Chapter 11 of Days always end in sunsets by @d00medbythenarrative

Chapter 25 of Time Stumbler by @wintumnly

Chapters 8 and 9 of Venom or Valor by @lightningant

Chapter 21 of Outrunning the Villain in You by @zenyteehee

Chapters 6 through 8 of To the Hilt by @izharmilgram

Chapter 9 of Do It Over by @marrythemonstersao3

Chapter 2 of Infinite by @moontearpensfic

Chapter 2 of Prizefighter by @dragonaireabsolvare

Chapter 8 of Fetters of the Damned by @sc0rpiflow3r

Chapters 13 and 14 of Hole in the Wall by tomrddle

Chapters 23 and 24 of Learning to love by @l-archiduchesse

Chapter 13 of He Who Shall Not Be Changed by @moontimefilter

Chapter 17 of Last Son of Black by @treacleteacups

Chapter 6 of Dreams Beyond Blood by @hikarimeroperiddle

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[lunajay33]

Drowning in your Love

•🌌❄️🦇💍•

Summary: Being the younger sister of the bat boys had its perks like having access to travel to all the courts as an emissary, but you always had a love for the winter court, but when you go and fall through ice into a frozen lake everything changes when a certain high lord comes along

Pairing: Kallias x f!reader, bat boys x sister

Warning: Drowning

•Masterlist•

Growing up with the three strongest males I know was amazing, Rhysand was my biological brother being decades older than me when I came along he said he’d always protect me, Azriel and Cassian took me in just like they did Rhys and that how my life’s been, surrounded and treated like a princess, eventually when Rhsy came into power I fought to be the emissary of the court, it came with its perks, traveling, socializing

I always favored the winter court, maybe it’s the beautiful blues or the cute snow animals but whenever Rhys needed to send me there I got a thrill

It was Nyx’s birthday coming up and Rhys wanted to take him and Feyre to a little get away to our families villa in the summer court, seeing as he had some duties to attend to in the winter court he decided to send me instead since I had a good relationship with the locals which was rare for outsiders

“Have fun in the summer court little man, when you come back we’ll have our own celebration okay?” I smile as he jumps into my arms, his little wings flapping

“Okay auntie, bring me back those cookies shaped liked snowflakes please” he begs with those adorable puppy eyes

“Of course Angel now go before your father whines again” he giggles and runs off

Taking my to go bag saying goodbye to Azriel and Cassian, I winnow off to the outskirts of the winter court where I usually waited for a guard in a sleigh pulled by a polar bear, but looking around no one was around, thinking maybe they’re late I just wait, and wait, until a few minutes turn into half an hour, to hours now seeing the sun setting I trek through the snow towards the castle, it’s a long walk ahead of me and having to walk through deep snow was no easy task

Eventually the snow breaks to an open frozen lake, sighing exhausted I kneel on the ice, my legs frozen, numb, the weather colder nipping painfully at my face ear and fingers, I let a whine slip as I get back to my feet dragging my feet over the ice, just a little further I chant to myself, just put one foot infront of the other and you’ll be there soon, but my thoughts are broken by a crack and the echoing bubble of the ice under me, I stop feeling the fear of what could happen any second

“KALLIA…..” I try to scream the high lords name hoping he’d sense me somehow but the ice shatters beneath me and I’m taken under dragged around by the painfully freezing currents, with my remaining energy I scratch and claw at the ice above me just praying this wouldn’t be the end, I feel Rhys taping against my mental shield frantic but I was losing the light and my body was slowing….freezing

A voice calls to me as arms wrap around me pushing the water out of my lungs, begging me to wake up, coughing I wake to the water leaving my throat, the familiar fresh crisp scent of the male I’ve always had an affection for pulling me close his warmth a welcome touch compared to numb body

Being winnowed away from the lake right into the castle infront of the fire place

“It hurts” I cry not being able to move, Kallias lays me on the ground using quick magic to change my clothes to dry warm ones, along with drying my skin and hair so I was like new, my my veins and muscle crawled with pain

“Shhhhh it’ll be okay, oh mother above how could I let this happen” I’ve never heard the high lord of winter sound so desperate and scared

Holding me back to his chest he throws a blanket around us, running his hand through my hair

After an hour of being held infront of the fire place I could feel my body healing, but just sitting there against his chest, no words exchanged just me and him and the crackle of the fire soothed that ache

“Thank you Kallias” I sigh placing my hand weakly on his chest, his hand came to lay ontop of mine, his heart pounding underneath

“What happened?” He asks gently

“I waited at the bor…..border for hours…..but no one came I didn’t wanna be a bother so I tried to walk….but then the ice it…it broke I was so cold I couldn’t breathe I couldn’t move…..I’m sorry” I shiver a bit still

“No this is all my fault I forgot the guard was on another mission today I should’ve greeted you myself, when I heard you call my name I knew something was wrong and seeing you under the unconscious I nearly died”

I look up at him admiring the fire illuminating his Snow White hair and the sharp features of his beautifully sculpted face

“You saved me, I’ll forever be indebted to you High Lord” his hand grazed my feathery wings sending shivers through my body, I didn’t have wings like my brothers, mine were rare like angel wings, bright white but being in the illaryian camps some men took it upon themselves to break them, ruining them from flying

“These wings, so beautiful……why have I never seen you fly like your brothers?” He asks gently

“I’ve tried, they were broken by brutes when I was a child, no magic in the world can heal them, I can flutter and still feel them but I’ll never be able to soar through the skies” I could see his features soften even more as he brushed my hair back

“My poor angel, deserves so much more than what’s happened” my heart was pounding so hard I could hardly hear

“You don’t have to be all sweet of me, this wasn’t your fault”

“I felt it you know, from the first time I saw you after under the mountain, you looked like a dream when I came out of that awful cave and you were standing there, you were shinning you were……my angel” my eyes widen as I sit up

“What’re you saying?”

“Why do you think the winter folk love you so unlike the others, even if they don’t know, the magic here senses you’re one of us, you’re mine” at those words I feel warmth pull within my chest straight to him

“And you’re mine but…why didn’t you tell me?” He was silent and I could see the hesitation in his eyes

“I didn’t want to pressure you, I know the winter court doesn’t have a great reputation I just…..wanted you to see me for me not because of the bond” hearing the desperation and slight fear of rejection broke my heart

“My brothers may be a little wary but I’ve always liked you, I’ve had this pull to the winter court….to you, you’re quite a treat on the eyes you know” I smile tracing my finger over his jaw seeing him laugh warmed my body fully

“I could say the same my lady” he leaned down till our lips were nearly touching

“What does this mean now?” I ask as I run my fingers through his icy white hair

“We can take it slow, just me and you until you’re ready”

❄️

My duties in the winter court ended after a week but ever moment with Kallias was a dream, he was gentle and slow with me, just wanting to know more about me, all my interests, my childhood, my family, and just to hold me tight at night nothing more until I’m ready

Gathering my bags and heading home was so hard, as I stood at the threshold of the castle, Kallias brushing his icy fingers over my cheek as he wipes away a stray tear

“I don’t wanna leave Kallias” I sigh as my lip wobbles

“I know my angel but I’ll visit soon remember, your brother is throwing a ball for all the courts families, I hope you’ll be my date?”

“Of course my lord” I see a mischievous spark light in his eyes and a tug through our bond

“If you need me all you need is call and I’ll be there, goodbye my lady” he says as I feel Rhysands magic wrap around me in a black sparkly mist and I’m pulled back to Velaris, standing in the living room of the house of wind, Rhys and Feyre sat on the couch, Cassian and Azriel were stood by the fire place chatting before they saw me, running over and pulling me into a crushing sandwich hug between them

“Feeling you through the bond that night was one of the worst things we’ve ever experienced” cas sighed as they pulled back to check me over

“I’m sorry, it was an accident but…..I was so scared I thought id never see you guys again” I say as Rhys get up to hug me as well

“Thank the mother for Kallias or our dear sister would be a popsicle right now” he said lifting the mood

“How did you get the brooding high lord of winter to save you” Azriel asks curious

“Hey he’s not so bad……trust me” I whisper the last part feeling the blush explode across my face

“Woah woah what was that?” Cassian teases as I try to walk away

“Nothing im just tired” I squeal as I try to run to my room Azriel and Cassian fast in my heels as I jump on the bed wrapping my wings around myself to hide my expressions

“Has our dear sis finally got someone?” They laugh

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, plus I have to get ready for the upcoming ball, I’m thinking a pale blue……thoughts?” They look at eachother with a knowing look then back at me

“You’ll look beautiful” Az smiled as one of his shadows comes and plays around my hair, they’ve always played around me

❄️

That night I can’t fall asleep, use to Kallias holding me and his icy comforting touch, after hours of tossing and turning I hop out of bed and walk down to the living room couch where the fire starts at my entry but it’s a bright blue making me smile, this house has always been a dream to me

‘Kallias? Are you up?’ I say down the bond

‘My angel what are you doing up this late?’

‘Couldn’t sleep….i miss you’ I feel him pull down the bond sending waves of love

‘And I you, I miss your fluffy wings fluttering when you sleep or when you snuggle into me when you’re cold, and how you smell like a vanilla cupcake, I can’t wait to hold you again’

‘I can’t wait to see you in your ball attire’

‘I’ll pick you out the moment I step into the party because you’ll be my bright beautiful angel, now get some sleep I’ll see you tomorrow night’ then the bond was closed

How could anyone think he was hard male, maybe it’s because I’m his mate but I see the way his soul is nothing but loving and wants the best for his court and the ones he cares for

Sleep took me in its grasp and I feel asleep on the couch excited for the moment I see my mate again

The morning came with the shadows tickling my face opening my eyes I see everyone at the table starting breakfast

“Why were you sleeping on the couch is something wrong with your room?” Rhys asked as I sat next to him

“Oh ummm I was just up late, too excited for the ball”

“Speaking of which do you have a date for the festivities tonight?” Feyre asks as she takes a bite of her toast

“Maybe he said he’d be wait for me”

“I can’t wait to meet the man that’s got my little sis blushing so much, your wings a ruffling a lot more lately” I smack Rhys in the arm

“Rhys stop you’re embarrassing me” I said making everyone laugh

The day moved by oh so slowly as Nuala and Cerridwen help me with my makeup and hair, light foundation with a pale blue eye shadow, with silver sparkles, my hair done half up held together with a silver clip with bright diamonds

“You look beautiful y/n why the pale blue you’ve always picked shades of brown?” Nuala asks as she brings in my dress

“Just….a special event” I smile as they help tie me into the most beautiful dress I’ve ever worn, shimmery pale blue silk that flows behind me, with a built in corset the cerridwen pulls and ties up excetuating the top of my dress with silver and white off the shoulder bands

“Oh wow you both did amazing I feel like a princess!” The dress complimented my white wings perfectly then a knock came from my door and in came my brothers

“Wow look at you, who ever this date is will be in awe, now come on before we’re late for our own ball” Cassian smiles as he holds his arm out for me as Rhys winnowed us to the hall

Az and Cassian walk in as Rhys and I pause outside the doors

“Well come on then”

“Rhys…..I’m nervous”

“Why you’ve been looking forward to this for a while now”

“I know just anxious, I don’t want to let anyone down”

“Hey we’re here for a fun time nothing political, now come your mystery date awaits” he says encouragingly

I take a deep breath and walk in the bustle of everyone laughing and having fun settled my nerves, I scan the crowd when I feel a pull in my chest to the center of the dance floor, there stop my mate, dressed in a grey suit with white accents and a box in his hand

I make my way to him a path clearing until I got to him until we were chest to chest

“Like I remember from the first time I saw you, my beautiful angel sent just for me, this color was made for you my dear” he states as his eyes burn with desire his hand gently grazing my inner wing making me gasp

“I’ve got you a special gift for you” he smiles hand me the box, excited I open it and inside is a silver tiara with baby blue diamonds

“Kallias it’s beautiful” he picks it up placing it atop my head

“There now you look like my high lady” my heart leaps at his words

“High lady?”

“Not quite yet but eventually I’ll ask you again to lead the winter court along side me, when you’re ready, now shall I have this dance?” He asks holding out his hand, I place mine in his and he whisks me around the dance floor making a little snow flurry above us adding little shimmering snowflakes, like we were in our own world

I couldn’t take my eyes off him, he is breath taking, I’ve always belonged with him he’s what I’ve been missing

After dancing for three songs we retire to a corner where he leans on the wall next to me

“Do you have to leave tonight? Maybe you can stay with me” I say lacing my fingers with his

“And what would your dear brothers say about me sharing a bed with their sweet sister?” He smirks

“They’re not brutes you know, we could tell them you know, I want people to know I’m yours”

“If that’s what you want then we can, I just want you to be happy” a cough breaks our trance turning to see my whole family standing there watching us

“Something you’d like to tell us missy?” Mor asks

“Everyone you already know Kallias, he’s……we….”

“She’s my mate” Kallias laughs at my stammering the others eyes widening

“Mate? I thought you were just having a fling with someone” Cassian adds

“No this is serious, he all I’ve ever wanted”

“You better treat her right” Rhys adds sending a dagger glare

“Always”

❄️

After the ball we retire to my room, pulling him in laughing as I close the door pushing him down against the bed as I straddle his lap

“Well what’s gotten into you Angel?”

“I just missed you is all”

I took an apple off the night stand the house must have placed handing it to him

“Are you sure you want to accept?”

“Definitely”

The night is filled with gentle touches, loving thrusts making me see stars, trying no to scream was a task but at the end of it all I laid my head on his chest with his arms holding me tightly

“I love you Kallias”

“I love you more my angel sent from above”

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Everything Lost Will Be Recovered

50's/60's AU Tommy Miller x fem!reader

Series Masterlist : TLOU Masterlist : Main Masterlist

Playlist

Summary: You have the perfect life with Tommy. You’re newlyweds, terribly in love, just hoping for a baby soon. But then you start hearing things… and seeing things… and it gets worse and it gets scary. The 50’s psychiatric institution is not exactly a welcoming place to housewives experiencing breaks in reality. But no matter what, at least you have Tommy… right? Warnings: writer chose not to archive warnings. This is to preserve the mystery. Only warning I’ll give is feeling like one is going crazy. However, there will be no non con or dub con. Nothing of that sort

Header image isn’t descriptive of reader, but meant for vibes only. I found these cute pictures of actress Marpessa Dawn and as always, @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog turned it into the most amazing header!!

Divider by @rookthornesartistry

2.5k words

Tommy Miller was everything a girl would dream of. At 6 feet even, he stood above the average man but almost everyone paled in comparison to his build still. Wide shoulders, something he and his brother mirrored off each other, and a barrel chest that could make anyone feel safe in his arms. And those arms…

Tall, dark, and handsome, Tommy stood at the end of the aisle waiting for you in a very nice (and very rented) tuxedo, grinning like the idiot he’d always been in high school. Only thing different than how he looked at you as he failed math tests were the tears in his eyes.

White dress swished around your feet. It was simple, not like you and Tommy could afford something nicer but it was everything you could want, and still made you feel beautiful. Your dad said to wait, to wait until you were more financially stable, that you could go to college if you wanted to but all you wanted was Tommy. Tommy certainly wasn’t going to college. He was far from an idiot but he didn’t do well in school. He worked for his brother, and they surprised you with building a whole damn house, Joel’s wedding gift to both of you. 

A simple catholic wedding and a backyard celebration in your new home was all you needed.

As you stepped closer, Here I am, Lord played by the church was lost on you, all you could focus on was your Tommy eagerly awaiting you. Even your dad by your side was forgotten. Tommy was supposed to wait at the altar, but ever your gentleman, he practically skipped down to meet you at the bottom of the stairs. 

The priest chuckles a little and you see Joel shaking his head, but smiling. “Well, let’s get on with this, the groom seems eager.” The priest jokes, and Tommy takes your hand. “Who gives this bride away?”

“I do.”

You turn to your daddy, embracing him deeply. “I love you, daddy. Thank you for everything.” 

A kiss on your cheek. “I love you, sweetheart.” Then he turned to Tommy, giving him a hug as well. “Take care of my baby girl, Miller.”

In ten minutes, you were wed.

The evening was perfect, a small little gathering in your backyard, family and friends making food and a small local band playing some music while everyone visited. You danced slowly in your fathers arms, resting your head on his chest as you often do Tommy.

“You tell me if he ever does anything, right?”

“Yes daddy.” You laugh. “But you know Tommy, he’s a good guy.”

Your dad grumbles, but admits you’re correct. “Yeah, I guess he shaped up alright… at least he’d got a job now.”

As you burst into laughter, you stand up straight to look your father in the eye. “I’m sorry, did you expect him to have a full time job in high school?”

“Well, a job or passing classes” But he was joking, jovial and loving as ever.

“Hey now,” you put your hands on your hips still playing the defensive daughter to the protective dad. “He did graduate!”

“By the skin of my teeth!” Tommy entered, stripped down of his bowtie, cumberbund and jacket down to a white button up shirt.

Greeting your husband with a loving kiss, you don’t forget to chastise him. “Thomas Miller I sure hope you folded up that tuxedo all nice and neat! I won’t have our honeymoon fund dampened by having to pay Joel back for destroying a rental.”

“I took care of it, darl’n, don’t you worry.” He pulled you in for another kiss, something deeper that hinted at what was to come tonight. Tommy turned to your dad. “Excuse me, John, but may I cut in? I’d like one last dance with my wife before the band heads out. Gotta special song for her.”

He yawned loudly in that way it seems only fathers can, stretching his arms out into the evening sky. “I think that’s my cue to turn in. I’ll come by tomorrow to help clean up, just phone me. You two lovebirds enjoy the rest of your evening.”

“Oh daddy,” You dash into his arms, the arms that always kept you safe and warm and loved. There was a strange pang in your chest, a longing for something but you didn’t know what. Maybe it was the natural ache of moving to a different point in your life. For 20 years it was your and your dad in that one house, and now you were onto something new; your first night in your new home, with your new husband… “Thank you everything, daddy. Tonight was perfect.”

Tommy says his farewells just in time for “God Only Knows” by the Beach Boys to start, and your husband sweeps you into his arms. Sunset danced on his skin, illuminating him and a crown of light; his smile spread across the expanse of his face, as far reaching as those freckles you adore so much. He was the dream man.

Behind him, you catch a glimpse of Joel, who raises his cup to you with a smile as he talked to Ellie. You smile back, then settle into the soft safety of Tommy’s chest as you sway.

It was Tommy who wanted to wait until marriage. His family was catholic, and you respected his wishes… even if you already knew how good it could feel. Tommy knew you weren’t a virgin, and didn’t mind one bit. In fact, that’s what endeared you to him. You might have had a… bit of a reputation at school, maybe a little bit easy… but Tommy didn’t let anyone disrespect you. Casual friends at first, you and Tommy hung out in group settings, mostly from a friend of yours having a brief fling with Joel, but you started going on a few dates after he punched a boy who called you floozy. It technically was true, but Tommy told him not to disrespect a lady. A few months before graduation, you and him were going steady. 

Your dad wasn’t pleased, if you were being honest. Tommy was known to get into fights and had bad grades, but Joel was well respected around town so that went some way in Tommy’s favor. Still, despite his reservations, he took Tommy under his wing. The Miller boys' dad died young. Tommy never knew his dad much like you never knew your mom, and your dad took pity on him. Joel and him showed Tommy how to be a man, how to treat a lady.

Whatever he was doing now, however, you think was Joel’s advice.

“Shit! Tommy!”

You’d never had a boy go down on you back in school, and holy shit it was a whole new world. His tongue was hungry, lapping at you and swirling that sensitive spot it usually took boys a few goes to figure out, if at all. You’d cum twice already, but Tommy was insatiable as he ate you, and when you strain to sit up and look at him, his naked ass is moving; Tommy’s humping the bed, so turned on by just the taste of you he can’t help but stimulate himself.

Tommy’s head suddenly pops up, and the man is literally gasping for air. “I can’t believe we’ve waited so long for this!” He says, an excited grin on his wet face and eyes alight even in the dimly lit room. 

You laugh, ruffling his short, curly hair like he was a puppy. “Wasn’t my idea! This ain’t even the main event!”

His eyes flutter as he slowly grinds himself against the bed. Tommy gives a shuttered groan, diving back into you. “Can’t imagine anything better than this.”

The feeling is divine, but he keeps up like this you’ll need to tap out before he even gets inside.

“Tommy!” You pull him up by his hair, and he pouts. “Get on your back.” You give a little kick of your heel to his skinny hips. You’ll have fatten that boy up. Giddy, he scrambles to obey him and you can finally get a good look at his cock. Fuck, it was the prettiest you’d ever seen in your damn life. Spit on your hand, you wrap your fingers around him and watch as he squirms and writhes on the bed. “Relax, baby… I’m gonna take care of you…”

“I ain’t worried about that, darl’n” He chuckles, breathless. “I’m a little more concerned about last’n.”

“So you don’t want my mouth?” You can’t help giggle when he whines, torn up as he grips the sheets. Tommy REALLy seems to like when you run a thumb over the slit of his tip, hips jolting in shock and pleasure.

“Don’t make me choooooose!”

So funny how such a man, quarterback football player, construction worker, hard working man with large arms and build like a brick house could melt into such a puddle for you. You liked it, but you decided not to tease him anymore, climbing up on him and straddling his hips.

“Sweet man…” You murmur, cupping his face as you hover above his hard cock. “We have the rest of our lives to try every move in the book, don’t you worry.”

Sinking down, you feel Tommy fill you up. Deeper and deeper you felt him, your cunt swallowing him whole. Tommy Miller looked up at you like you were a goddess on this earth, a succubus sent just to pleasure him, an angel sent from heaven to be his and his only. Lacing your fingers with the gentle hands on your hips, you took Tommy’s virginity, nothing but love in the room. 

“Fuck…” He murmurs, voice shaking. He was so sweet, the way everything was so beautifully new to him, the reverence in which he looked at you, the adoration… Everything you hoped you reflected back as you began to bounce on his cock. “You’re *gasp* so beautiful” Tommy reaches up to feel your breasts (something he is, in fact, very familiar with. Saving sex for marriage did not include dry humping and heavy petting). “I could just look at you all day.”

Your breasts bounce in his hand as you move, and you can see his wide chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Don’t you fuck’n do it, Miller.” You tease him, but Tommy’s never been the kind to be able to hold off his orgasm. He’s cum in his pants a multitude of times with you. 

“I’m- fuck!”

It was all of 30 seconds before Tommy filled you up, his sweet face pinched together in ecstasy cumming inside a woman for the first time. His fingers gripped you bruisingly, hard and keeping you to him and you watched from above. His eyes were closed as his body wriggled underneath you, loud moans and holy fuck he came a long time. You could feel him spilling into your stomach, warm and comforting and so perfect as you prayed to god you were pregnant. What a miracle it’d be, a baby coming from your wedding night together.

When he was finally done, his eyes shot open. “Oh my god. Shit. Sorry.” Pink blushed on his face, but you laugh as you fall to his chest. 

“Never in my life have I made a man reach orgasm that fast!” You hold him tight, sleep already pulling at you. “It’s your first time, Tommy. I’m just glad you enjoyed it.”

“Boy, did I ever…” He sounds wonderstruck, pulling the blanket over both of you. Neither made an attempt to disconnect until morning.

After a long, quiet, sex-filled honeymoon breaking in every room and surface in your new home, Tommy had his first day back at work. Given that you and him had eaten out every single meal (except one where Joel invited you over), tonight would be your first dinner together as a married couple that you made. 

You were a good cook, Tommy knew as much, always swearing up and down he’d make an honest woman out of you when you had him over at your fathers. 

Unfortunately, you fucked up, badly.

Maybe trying something knew wasn’t the best idea for a meal you wanted to be special, but how were you to know ginger tasted so… strong. The chicken was indelible, the evening was ruined, and when Tommy came home from a long day at work he found you in the kitchen with a fully set table, candles, and you sobbing on the floor. In full dress and make up.

“Baby!” He ran over to you, and you looked up at him with mascara running. “Are you okay?”

“I ruined dinner!” You cry, Tommy’s body relaxing even as he held you still.

“I thought you hurt yourself or something!” He begins to laugh, pulling back to look at you, a bright smile on his sweaty face. “C’mon, I’m sure it’s not that bad. You know me, I’ll eat anything.”

Not convinced, you gesture up the chicken. “Well, go try it.” Tommy helps you stand and you watch as he cuts a piece of chicken and brings it to his mouth with a smug smile. He’s so sure he’s gonna like it, but as soon as his mouth closes his eyes go wide. It’s so clear he’s trying to not make a face, but it’s not working.

You cross your arms, pouting. “See? Ruined it.”

But Tommy still shakes his head. “N-o” It comes out broken, and he forces himself to swallow the bite down. “Delicious, just like everything you make.”

You’re smiling now, feeling comforted that even in the state of a mess, he’s there to be your rock. “Oh yeah? You gonna eat a plate of this?”

He winces, but his yes is firm. “Absolutely.” But when he reaches for another bite, you stop him and begin to laugh.

“Don’t! I know it’s bad. But I stopped crying so you win.”

There’s obvious relief on his face, and his large hands cup yours. “You won’t start cry’n again?” He thumbs away at your tear streaked face, wiping off the make up.

“I won’t. Go sit down, I’ll make you some eggs, you tell me about your day.” The potato dish you made would still be good and you plate some up for Tommy, some eggs on the side would do fine for a simple meal.

Heavy boots followed his steps as you opened the fridge, getting ready to cook your man the best damn eggs ever easy he’s ever had.

“Pretty good.” He shovels some potatoes into his mouth. “Didn’t see any clickers, so that’s always good.”

You didn’t know what that meant. “Some what?”

“What?”

“Clickers. What’s what?”

“Like the tv remote?”

You turn around to face him just then, hands on your hip as the eggs sizzle behind you. “Tommy Miller, are you pulling my leg? Cause I’m not deaf.”

He frowns. “I said Joel off the stairs? What did you think I said?”

Oh… “I uh… I must be hear’n things. I assume he’s okay, since that’s not the first thing you said when you came in here?”

He’s grinning ear to ear. “Only thing bruised is his ego.”

Thank you so much for reading!!!

I started posting this with the intention of posting every week, but then... school ;-; but now im done!!

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Everything Lost Will Be Recovered: Part 1

50's/60's AU Tommy Miller x fem!reader

Series Masterlist : TLOU Masterlist : Main Masterlist

Playlist

Summary: You have the perfect life with Tommy. You’re newlyweds, terribly in love, just hoping for a baby soon. But then you start hearing things… and seeing things… and it gets worse and it gets scary. The 50’s psychiatric institution is not exactly a welcoming place to housewives experiencing breaks in reality. But no matter what, at least you have Tommy… right? Warnings: writer chose not to archive warnings. This is to preserve the mystery. Only warning I’ll give is feeling like one is going crazy. However, there will be no non con or dub con. Nothing of that sort

Header image isn’t descriptive of reader, but meant for vibes only. I found these cute pictures of actress Marpessa Dawn and as always, @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog turned it into the most amazing header!!

Divider by @rookthornesartistry

2.5k words

Tommy Miller was everything a girl would dream of. At 6 feet even, he stood above the average man but almost everyone paled in comparison to his build still. Wide shoulders, something he and his brother mirrored off each other, and a barrel chest that could make anyone feel safe in his arms. And those arms…

Tall, dark, and handsome, Tommy stood at the end of the aisle waiting for you in a very nice (and very rented) tuxedo, grinning like the idiot he’d always been in high school. Only thing different than how he looked at you as he failed math tests were the tears in his eyes.

White dress swished around your feet. It was simple, not like you and Tommy could afford something nicer but it was everything you could want, and still made you feel beautiful. Your dad said to wait, to wait until you were more financially stable, that you could go to college if you wanted to but all you wanted was Tommy. Tommy certainly wasn’t going to college. He was far from an idiot but he didn’t do well in school. He worked for his brother, and they surprised you with building a whole damn house, Joel’s wedding gift to both of you. 

A simple catholic wedding and a backyard celebration in your new home was all you needed.

As you stepped closer, Here I am, Lord played by the church was lost on you, all you could focus on was your Tommy eagerly awaiting you. Even your dad by your side was forgotten. Tommy was supposed to wait at the altar, but ever your gentleman, he practically skipped down to meet you at the bottom of the stairs. 

The priest chuckles a little and you see Joel shaking his head, but smiling. “Well, let’s get on with this, the groom seems eager.” The priest jokes, and Tommy takes your hand. “Who gives this bride away?”

“I do.”

You turn to your daddy, embracing him deeply. “I love you, daddy. Thank you for everything.” 

A kiss on your cheek. “I love you, sweetheart.” Then he turned to Tommy, giving him a hug as well. “Take care of my baby girl, Miller.”

In ten minutes, you were wed.

The evening was perfect, a small little gathering in your backyard, family and friends making food and a small local band playing some music while everyone visited. You danced slowly in your fathers arms, resting your head on his chest as you often do Tommy.

“You tell me if he ever does anything, right?”

“Yes daddy.” You laugh. “But you know Tommy, he’s a good guy.”

Your dad grumbles, but admits you’re correct. “Yeah, I guess he shaped up alright… at least he’d got a job now.”

As you burst into laughter, you stand up straight to look your father in the eye. “I’m sorry, did you expect him to have a full time job in high school?”

“Well, a job or passing classes” But he was joking, jovial and loving as ever.

“Hey now,” you put your hands on your hips still playing the defensive daughter to the protective dad. “He did graduate!”

“By the skin of my teeth!” Tommy entered, stripped down of his bowtie, cumberbund and jacket down to a white button up shirt.

Greeting your husband with a loving kiss, you don’t forget to chastise him. “Thomas Miller I sure hope you folded up that tuxedo all nice and neat! I won’t have our honeymoon fund dampened by having to pay Joel back for destroying a rental.”

“I took care of it, darl’n, don’t you worry.” He pulled you in for another kiss, something deeper that hinted at what was to come tonight. Tommy turned to your dad. “Excuse me, John, but may I cut in? I’d like one last dance with my wife before the band heads out. Gotta special song for her.”

He yawned loudly in that way it seems only fathers can, stretching his arms out into the evening sky. “I think that’s my cue to turn in. I’ll come by tomorrow to help clean up, just phone me. You two lovebirds enjoy the rest of your evening.”

“Oh daddy,” You dash into his arms, the arms that always kept you safe and warm and loved. There was a strange pang in your chest, a longing for something but you didn’t know what. Maybe it was the natural ache of moving to a different point in your life. For 20 years it was your and your dad in that one house, and now you were onto something new; your first night in your new home, with your new husband… “Thank you everything, daddy. Tonight was perfect.”

Tommy says his farewells just in time for “God Only Knows” by the Beach Boys to start, and your husband sweeps you into his arms. Sunset danced on his skin, illuminating him and a crown of light; his smile spread across the expanse of his face, as far reaching as those freckles you adore so much. He was the dream man.

Behind him, you catch a glimpse of Joel, who raises his cup to you with a smile as he talked to Ellie. You smile back, then settle into the soft safety of Tommy’s chest as you sway.

It was Tommy who wanted to wait until marriage. His family was catholic, and you respected his wishes… even if you already knew how good it could feel. Tommy knew you weren’t a virgin, and didn’t mind one bit. In fact, that’s what endeared you to him. You might have had a… bit of a reputation at school, maybe a little bit easy… but Tommy didn’t let anyone disrespect you. Casual friends at first, you and Tommy hung out in group settings, mostly from a friend of yours having a brief fling with Joel, but you started going on a few dates after he punched a boy who called you floozy. It technically was true, but Tommy told him not to disrespect a lady. A few months before graduation, you and him were going steady. 

Your dad wasn’t pleased, if you were being honest. Tommy was known to get into fights and had bad grades, but Joel was well respected around town so that went some way in Tommy’s favor. Still, despite his reservations, he took Tommy under his wing. The Miller boys' dad died young. Tommy never knew his dad much like you never knew your mom, and your dad took pity on him. Joel and him showed Tommy how to be a man, how to treat a lady.

Whatever he was doing now, however, you think was Joel’s advice.

“Shit! Tommy!”

You’d never had a boy go down on you back in school, and holy shit it was a whole new world. His tongue was hungry, lapping at you and swirling that sensitive spot it usually took boys a few goes to figure out, if at all. You’d cum twice already, but Tommy was insatiable as he ate you, and when you strain to sit up and look at him, his naked ass is moving; Tommy’s humping the bed, so turned on by just the taste of you he can’t help but stimulate himself.

Tommy’s head suddenly pops up, and the man is literally gasping for air. “I can’t believe we’ve waited so long for this!” He says, an excited grin on his wet face and eyes alight even in the dimly lit room. 

You laugh, ruffling his short, curly hair like he was a puppy. “Wasn’t my idea! This ain’t even the main event!”

His eyes flutter as he slowly grinds himself against the bed. Tommy gives a shuttered groan, diving back into you. “Can’t imagine anything better than this.”

The feeling is divine, but he keeps up like this you’ll need to tap out before he even gets inside.

“Tommy!” You pull him up by his hair, and he pouts. “Get on your back.” You give a little kick of your heel to his skinny hips. You’ll have fatten that boy up. Giddy, he scrambles to obey him and you can finally get a good look at his cock. Fuck, it was the prettiest you’d ever seen in your damn life. Spit on your hand, you wrap your fingers around him and watch as he squirms and writhes on the bed. “Relax, baby… I’m gonna take care of you…”

“I ain’t worried about that, darl’n” He chuckles, breathless. “I’m a little more concerned about last’n.”

“So you don’t want my mouth?” You can’t help giggle when he whines, torn up as he grips the sheets. Tommy REALLy seems to like when you run a thumb over the slit of his tip, hips jolting in shock and pleasure.

“Don’t make me choooooose!”

So funny how such a man, quarterback football player, construction worker, hard working man with large arms and build like a brick house could melt into such a puddle for you. You liked it, but you decided not to tease him anymore, climbing up on him and straddling his hips.

“Sweet man…” You murmur, cupping his face as you hover above his hard cock. “We have the rest of our lives to try every move in the book, don’t you worry.”

Sinking down, you feel Tommy fill you up. Deeper and deeper you felt him, your cunt swallowing him whole. Tommy Miller looked up at you like you were a goddess on this earth, a succubus sent just to pleasure him, an angel sent from heaven to be his and his only. Lacing your fingers with the gentle hands on your hips, you took Tommy’s virginity, nothing but love in the room. 

“Fuck…” He murmurs, voice shaking. He was so sweet, the way everything was so beautifully new to him, the reverence in which he looked at you, the adoration… Everything you hoped you reflected back as you began to bounce on his cock. “You’re *gasp* so beautiful” Tommy reaches up to feel your breasts (something he is, in fact, very familiar with. Saving sex for marriage did not include dry humping and heavy petting). “I could just look at you all day.”

Your breasts bounce in his hand as you move, and you can see his wide chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Don’t you fuck’n do it, Miller.” You tease him, but Tommy’s never been the kind to be able to hold off his orgasm. He’s cum in his pants a multitude of times with you. 

“I’m- fuck!”

It was all of 30 seconds before Tommy filled you up, his sweet face pinched together in ecstasy cumming inside a woman for the first time. His fingers gripped you bruisingly, hard and keeping you to him and you watched from above. His eyes were closed as his body wriggled underneath you, loud moans and holy fuck he came a long time. You could feel him spilling into your stomach, warm and comforting and so perfect as you prayed to god you were pregnant. What a miracle it’d be, a baby coming from your wedding night together.

When he was finally done, his eyes shot open. “Oh my god. Shit. Sorry.” Pink blushed on his face, but you laugh as you fall to his chest. 

“Never in my life have I made a man reach orgasm that fast!” You hold him tight, sleep already pulling at you. “It’s your first time, Tommy. I’m just glad you enjoyed it.”

“Boy, did I ever…” He sounds wonderstruck, pulling the blanket over both of you. Neither made an attempt to disconnect until morning.

After a long, quiet, sex-filled honeymoon breaking in every room and surface in your new home, Tommy had his first day back at work. Given that you and him had eaten out every single meal (except one where Joel invited you over), tonight would be your first dinner together as a married couple that you made. 

You were a good cook, Tommy knew as much, always swearing up and down he’d make an honest woman out of you when you had him over at your fathers. 

Unfortunately, you fucked up, badly.

Maybe trying something knew wasn’t the best idea for a meal you wanted to be special, but how were you to know ginger tasted so… strong. The chicken was indelible, the evening was ruined, and when Tommy came home from a long day at work he found you in the kitchen with a fully set table, candles, and you sobbing on the floor. In full dress and make up.

“Baby!” He ran over to you, and you looked up at him with mascara running. “Are you okay?”

“I ruined dinner!” You cry, Tommy’s body relaxing even as he held you still.

“I thought you hurt yourself or something!” He begins to laugh, pulling back to look at you, a bright smile on his sweaty face. “C’mon, I’m sure it’s not that bad. You know me, I’ll eat anything.”

Not convinced, you gesture up the chicken. “Well, go try it.” Tommy helps you stand and you watch as he cuts a piece of chicken and brings it to his mouth with a smug smile. He’s so sure he’s gonna like it, but as soon as his mouth closes his eyes go wide. It’s so clear he’s trying to not make a face, but it’s not working.

You cross your arms, pouting. “See? Ruined it.”

But Tommy still shakes his head. “N-o” It comes out broken, and he forces himself to swallow the bite down. “Delicious, just like everything you make.”

You’re smiling now, feeling comforted that even in the state of a mess, he’s there to be your rock. “Oh yeah? You gonna eat a plate of this?”

He winces, but his yes is firm. “Absolutely.” But when he reaches for another bite, you stop him and begin to laugh.

“Don’t! I know it’s bad. But I stopped crying so you win.”

There’s obvious relief on his face, and his large hands cup yours. “You won’t start cry’n again?” He thumbs away at your tear streaked face, wiping off the make up.

“I won’t. Go sit down, I’ll make you some eggs, you tell me about your day.” The potato dish you made would still be good and you plate some up for Tommy, some eggs on the side would do fine for a simple meal.

Heavy boots followed his steps as you opened the fridge, getting ready to cook your man the best damn eggs ever easy he’s ever had.

“Pretty good.” He shovels some potatoes into his mouth. “Didn’t see any clickers, so that’s always good.”

You didn’t know what that meant. “Some what?”

“What?”

“Clickers. What’s what?”

“Like the tv remote?”

You turn around to face him just then, hands on your hip as the eggs sizzle behind you. “Tommy Miller, are you pulling my leg? Cause I’m not deaf.”

He frowns. “I said Joel off the stairs? What did you think I said?”

Oh… “I uh… I must be hear’n things. I assume he’s okay, since that’s not the first thing you said when you came in here?”

He’s grinning ear to ear. “Only thing bruised is his ego.”

Thank you so much for reading!!! Tommy looked SOOOOOOOOOOO fucking good in that first episode!!!

Chapters will be released weekly the monday after new episodes!

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[valandrawrites]

Mid-Year Fic Recs - June 2025

In celebration of Pride, I thought I'd put together a mid-year fic rec list. Ya'll seemed to like my end of 2024 one, and there are SO many good fics coming out right now, it would be criminal for me not to share them. I didn't include any of my own, though you should totally go read them all :) https://archiveofourown.org/users/ValandraWrites/

Now, in no particular order.

Exodus 3:2 by stayawake

Dean’s twenty-two, but he’s already resigned himself to spending the rest of his life in his hometown. Going to church, working at Bobby’s shop, taking care of his dad. His dad, who is convinced demons are after them all.

And then a new priest rolls into town in a broken-down pickup truck.

A Sorcery of Starlight by MalMuses

After uncovering a salacious scandal with a stableboy, Dean Winchester’s father declares he must marry or be sent to an asylum. Dean has always been a good son and heir, but the thought of a loveless marriage is too much; he runs away to hide as a servant.

The handsome, intense Lord Castiel Shurley, nephew to the cruel Earl, evokes in Dean a magnetic attraction he struggles to deny. But, between Dean’s hidden identity and a curse that may be far more than local legend, the path to happiness seems dim and twisted.

Huckleberry Baby by rideswraptors

Dean could tell you exactly how he came to be an enforcer for a long standing prison gang called the Alphas. Each tick of the timeline was bold and distinct. With his mother dead and his dad locked up, he had spent all of his time trying to take care of his baby brother. Crime was the only method he'd been given.

Not Safe for Work by Salamitsunami1

Castiel’s life is pretty well on-track for someone who’s just turned thirty, if he does say so himself — he’s got a great job at the university, he’s just finished his master’s degree, and he has it on good authority that he’s going to be accepted for his PhD next year. Things go slightly awry when he wakes up one morning with a neck so sore and so stiff that he can’t move his head. He’s not sure how he obtained a musculoskeletal injury while writing his thesis, but he is sure that the physiotherapist who will be treating the injury is quite literally the most attractive man he’s ever seen in his life. It only gets worse when Dean turns up as a tutor at the university, which, incidentally, he does at the same time that Castiel receives an unsolicited nude from an unknown number.

Ouroboros by Susu_st

Something had followed him back from the forest.

It stalked Castiel as he left the bar. The solitary whiskey he drank, an astringent phantom on his tongue, did nothing to dull his senses. He hunted mindless flesh-eaters and monsters that believed themselves human—he knew the difference: when something was there, when something wasn’t.

Smoke and Mirrors by Alaisabel

As a kid, Dean’s dreams were pretty straightforward: food, a roof over his head, and maybe – if he really let himself dream big – a family that wouldn’t kick him out the second he became more trouble than he was worth. College? Not on his radar. Suddenly he’s here, though – on a football scholarship and faced with the possibility that this time he might get to stay.

A game of Truth or Dare sends him face-first into the arms of Castiel Novak. Senior. Resident (ex-)drug dealer. Obnoxious literature major. Heavily tattooed and everything Dean is trying to leave behind.

Tracking - - - by entropic_saudade

Dean went on a hunt, and he hasn’t been home in a few days.

When Dad shows up at Stanford, asking for help in finding Dean, Sam has no choice but to go. His search leads to a cache of VHS tapes that Dean left behind, documenting his recent hunts. Each case is more bizarre than the last, but one thing is clear: Dean thought he was tracking something big, but something had been tracking him back.

Looking Back, Fundamental Romance by Susu_st

The ads in every corner of your vision, the ultra-processed food that doesn’t satiate, the attention spans fried by algorithms, the normalised violence—it’s called brain pollution. And to it, you are helpless. Luckily, there’s a cure. And it comes in the form of a handy little pill.

OR emotionless!Cas AU

Sugar pie, honey bunch by zation

Dean is a professional sugar baby and is very happy living off what his four Daddies give him and never wanting anything more, thank you very much. Meanwhile, Castiel only ever aspires to be the best.

Or,

The one where Dean experiences firsthand what a diff’rence a week makes.

Enjoy! Let me know what you think if you read any of these. There were so many to choose from, I definitely could have made this list twice as long.

@stayawakes, @malmuses, @medicatedmaniac, @salamitsunami1, @zationao3, @akaalaisabel

[dailyadventureprompts]

Villain: Laormoch, Archfey of the Wild Unknown

Embodying the primal awe and terror of those places beyond the edge of the map, this ancient spirit of the land exists to test and torment those who stray too far from the safety of the familiar.

Though the old stories call him the" thane of the faroff" or an "invisible giant as big as the sky", it is hard to put Laormoch's physicality and the fear it evokes into words: How do you describe being lorded over by ancient trees, or the scornful glare of unfamiliar stars? His shape is only ever suggested by how it bends the natural world, but he is always distant, though always so immense that it feels like he may reach out and crush the viewer.

Adventure Hooks

The party stumble into a village to find its inhabitants struggling to recover after a disastrous hunt. Some wretched beast tore through some weeks ago and was only dispatched with great effort. It was a cause for celebration, at least until the thing was seen stalking in the woods, reading for another attack. To prevent it from assailing their walls and destroying their homes the village's best hunter leads the village's strongest on a sortie, downing the beast only after injuring many and losing a few. This has happened three times so far and the village's defenders are wearing thin. Perhaps the party could lend their aid once the beast is spotted again, and perhaps spend the intervening time trying to find its obviously supernatural origins.

Almost inconsolable, a great lord calls for the party's aid in rescuing his son and heir, who he claims was stolen by the sky itself: snatched out of his tower window by a great hand and carried off into the clouds. The servants and courtiers are skeptical, everyone knows the lord was so protective of his son he barely let the boy leave his rooms, let alone the castle, and it's likely the lad finally managed some means of escape. While they're considering exactly how to search for the lad the party will be approached by the Lord's bastard daughter, she was denied her inheritance by her father's traditionalism, and sees the opportunity to have herself recognized if the true born heir is never found. She'll ask that even if the party does find her younger brother, they either help him escape or leave him where he is, as it would be better for the both of him if he doesn't return to the castle.

Backstory:

Seeking to prove herself against a boastful rival, a hunter ventured far from her village into the deep wilderness, where she found and slew an elk of ethereal beauty, eating its flesh to sustain herself and taking its antlers as her trophy. Though she returned in glory, the beast had been marked by the Thane of the Faroff, who has raised its butchered body as a reverent and gifted it bloodthirsting branches to replace what was taken. The revenant won't stop until it's killed the hunter and torn her body to shreds, which will likely be sometime after she's gotten a good portion of the other villagers killed because she's too good at hunting and too stuborn to die without a fight. The revenant has more than one trick though, the branches animating its body bear seedpods which it scatters as it dies or gores others to death. These seeds eventually grow into twigblights, which are slowly massing in the forest waiting to overwhelm the village's defenders and open the gate for the revenant's final rampage.

Wishing more than anything to get away from the suffocating confines of his home, the young heir has found himself on the wrong end of a fairy bargin. Whisked off by Laormoch to his castle beyond the horizon, the boy has been forced to serve as the archfey's cupbearer as repayment for his captor's "kindness". The party will need to dig deep into the local folklore to figure out how and why the sky might snatch up a forlorn youth, potentially missing him entirely until they run into him while visiting the feywild for a completely different adventure.

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[signedkoko]

Howdy!

Could I ask for romantic headcanons for what initially makes Blitzø, Stolas and Millie fall for the person they're interested in?

Hope that makes sense lol. Much love to you <3

Blitzo | Millie | Stolas [Romantic]

In which their initial interest in you begins to flourish

It was a tough mission, one far before Blitzo had formally established IMP

It was just him and his gun, payed hefty cash under a table to take care of a target

He hadn't expected the target would notice him, and the tables would turn so quickly

With his back pressed against the floor, and a gun placed firmly into his skull, he surely thought that was it

But the first shot was drawn not by the target, but another demon wielding an old shotgun

Blood was everywhere, splattered across the ceiling, himself, and you

And good lord, did that crimson ever bring out the colour of your eyes

One of those stupid slo mo scenes in his mind, at least until he realised you'd killed the target before he had- and- wait, why were there two of you?

" Good call on the client for bringing in a backup plan, huh? You ain't bad but you could be better. "

You had helped him back home after that, and to his surprise, split the cash amount equally, citing something about how bait was just as important as the kill

Since then, you were the only thing on his mind, and his new shining obsession

Growing up in Wrath, Millie was well acquainted with those around her, and found it easy to spot someone who wasn't local

And boy, you were anything but local

The delivery person who dropped off supplies for the ranch from various rings, you looked nothing like the folk around here, far more...modern

Eventually, she happily took up the 'chore' of handling drop offs and pick ups just for an excuse to talk to you, and learn about you

Your stories of the other rings drew her in, feeding the yearning she had to adventure amongst them

Her parents preferred to keep their rowdy girl home, where it was safer, but when you offered to take her with you on a delivery to the pride ring, she begged her parents until they reluctantly agreed

Not that it mattered, she would have snuck out if she had to

You brought her up to the pride ring, showed her the sights and even let her speak to one of your other clients, IMP

Thanks to you, she eventually got a job with them, and she still insists on taking care of any of IMPs drop offs

Stolas often felt isolated in the place he was pretty much forced to live in and continue to work from day in and out

Always the same faces, the same servitude, the same job, nothing ever changed

The only people he got 'close' to were other royals, since everyone else had to bow their heads to him and followed the speak when spoken to mentality

But like every royal, there were a few ceremonies and festivals he had to attend to where he got to interact with the denizens of hell in a more refreshing manner

That was where he met you, at the winter solstice celebration, which was annually held in the pride ring

You were a descendant of the former event runner, now tasked with welcoming the prince and shifting the temperature cycle of hell through an ancient artefact

Stolas found you far more welcoming than the last, having invited him into your home the day prior so he didn't have to travel so early, and asking him many questions of how his experience of it was in the past

This year, he opened the gate to the mortal sky far wider, and for longer, as a small gift to repay your kindness

He hopes you consider a summer solstice event, so he can see you more than once a year

Author's Note - Thank you so much for requesting!! I decided to be a lil creative and make something neat up, I hope it was to your liking!

[crescencestudio]

๋࣭⭑ Devlog #46 | 2.25.25 ๋࣭⭑

Holy shit it's already March

Hello everyone! We are back in HERE. Our first proper devlog in a while uwu. These first couple of months have been a lot of catching up on work, getting back into the swing of things, and making progress on as much as we can for a strong start to the year \o/

But first...

Happy Valentine's Day to anyone who missed it!

Kuna'a has been somewhat of our poster child for Valentine's Day throughout the years, so I only thought it right to give them an updated art piece to celebrate this year. Now let's get into the devlog!

The writing portion of Alaris has become a bit like taking turns revolving a rotisserie chicken FLASDJ. I work on the draft, Wudgey and Elm work on developmental edits, Allie works on line edits, and so on.

This month was no different. While I wrapped up Kuna'a's route and started Aisa's route (the last route OUGHHH), Wudgey worked on Etza and a little bit of Kuna'a's route, and Allie worked on line edits for Druk's route. So in exciting news, we finished developmental edits for Etza's route and line edits for Druk's route!

As I mentioned before, having the routes reach different stages of editing means they are nearing different percentages of completion. With where everything's at right now, I'd say the script is looking like this:

Kayn's Route: 100%

Fenir's Route: 100%

Druk's Route: 100%

Etza's Route: 90%

Kuna'a's Route: 70%

Aisa's Route: 25%

So we are getting there!!! Slowly but surely!!!

On the art front, I've mostly been brushing up on my skills to be honest. I didn't want to jump right into CGs after being away from art for so long, so I used this past month to draw things like doodles and other small pieces of art. Thankfully, I've been happy with how it's been coming out!

While this isn't Alaris related, it is Crescence art related, and I'm thankful my art didn't completely deteriorate in the couple of months I was away lfmasldijfal

everyone needs an annoying hitman boyfriend

We also of course had this doodle courtesy of our local Druk tit truther anon as well as the Kuna'a Valentine post!

Druk tit truthers RISE!

Apart from me brushing up on my art skills, I've also been working with bestie @saffein-e on character concept art! While I haven't gotten around to drawing these characters' sprites, from the concept art alone, I think you'll all really like their designs nyehe. I'm not always good at coming up with more intricate character designs, so Saf has been doing the lord's work helping me out with these side characters <3

In other news, Alaris was in the Storyteller's Fest on Steam! It's always exciting when this festival comes around since it's such a celebration in visual novels and other story-driven games ^^

YIPPEE!!!

Whenever the Festival has come around, I'm usually just a little behind in preparing whatever I wanted for it. Two years ago, it was the OG demo, and last year, it was the Enhanced Demo. This year, we finally got to submit and got accepted, so it was an exciting time for us! And because of it, we were able to reach over 9k wishlists, which was super cool \o/

I've seen people say that normally you want to aim for 7k wishlists when you release your full game. So I'm really happy with the reception and where Alaris is at as we prepare for a full release this year ^^

In other news, we also turned Crescence Studio into an official little local business!! WRAOW!!! This has been a while in the making, especially since I'm just one little guy and am completely new to all of this. But we were able to Lock In this month and get the paperwork approved and submitted. It's still a bit weird and confusing, but exciting all the same to be able to say Crescence Studio is an official little business!!

I haven't been able to do much market research. The main exception is Trail of Stars by @endys

In general, I always recommend Endysis works. Their writing and mastery of mood are so inspiring ;_; While I wasn't able to create fanart for their recent game, I still wanted to mention it!!

I also collabed on a recent release with Yinny! If you haven't had the chance to check it out yet, I'm pretty proud of the art in it c:

Anyways, that's enough for this devlog! Not too many things I can show/share, but I think it was a really important month for getting back into the swing of things \o/ Until next month! Stay safe everyone <3

[bestiarium]

The Grand'Goule [medieval French story]

The French former province of Poitou has a local legend about a horrible dragon. The beast made its home in the subterranean corridors underneath the Sainte-Croix abbey, and any nun who ventured there was devoured in an instant.

Named after its giant maw, Grand’Goule had four legs equipped with horribly sharp talons, a pair of wings and a long tail that culminated in a three-pointed stinger. Though details about the appearance of the beast seem to differ. The most famous depiction is a 1677 statue by Jean Gargot (see image).

According to the legend, the beast was eventually slain by Saint Radegonde (which would put the story in the 6th century A.D.), who vanquished the monster by reciting a prayer to it, which banished it to the Clain river. A more recent version has the holy Radegundis stun the beast by making the sign of the holy cross and then throwing a piece of bread in the dragon’s maw that was blessed by a priest. I suspect this story was derived from the practise of throwing baked treats at the wooden dragon at the Rogation procession.

After the dragon was slain, a local woodworker crafted and painted a statue in the likeness of the monster that was stored in the attic of the Sainte-Croix abbey. Every year, the statue was displayed triumphantly at the head of the Rogation procession, as the victory over the beast had become a reason for celebration and festivities among the locals, until Grand’Goule eventually became the main focus of the procession. People would adorn the statue with ribbons and gold, and rub its scales with rosaries while saying ‘Bonne Saint Vermine, pray for us!’ This nickname translates to ‘Good Saint Vermin’.

There is a related story about the abbess Isabeau de Couhé: somewhere in the 1460’s, when a group of clerics claimed that it was against nature that their superior was a woman, Isabeau responded by unfurling a banner with the likeness of the dragon, thereby reminding the clerics that it was a woman who defeated the monster and saved the region.

Supposedly, in 1666, the Palais des Comtes displayed a stuffed crocodile which they claimed was the conserved carcass of the Grand’Goule. According to Lord Fountainhall, the creature was originally much larger than the supposed carcass on display, but it had shrunk throughout the centuries, or so it was claimed.

Sources: Poitevin, F. et al., 2017, Les Contes et Légendes du Poitou, Passeurs de Mémoire, CPE Éditions. Dailey, E.T., 2023, Radegund : The Trials and Triumphs of a Merovingian Queen, Women in Antiquity, Oxford University Press, 213 pp. (image source: statue crafted by Jean Gargot, 1677)

[buffetlicious]

The Dragon Boat Festival or Duan Wu Jie (端午节), is also known as Duan Yang Jie (端阳节), which means “Upright Sun” or “Double Fifth” (重午/重五). Falling on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month around the summer solstice which happened to be 10th June 2024 this year. The festival is also commonly referred to as the Fifth Month Festival amongst the Chinese. Its origins can be traced to southern China, and festivities include boat races and eating rice dumplings. The festival had evolved from the practice of revering the river dragon, to the commemoration of Qu Yuan (屈原), a third-century poet and political figure of the state of Chu in ancient China.

Legends and Myths - River Dragon (蛟龙)

The dragon was initially viewed as the benevolent spirit of the waters. It exemplified the masculine principle or yang in the Chinese ideology of harmony. Among common folk, it was believed that the River Dragon (蛟龙) controlled the rain and was thus worshipped during the summer solstice. Requests would be made for a balanced rainfall – sufficient to ensure a good harvest, without over-abundance that would cause destructive flooding.

Legends and Myths - Qu Yuan (屈原)

Primitive worship of the river dragon was often practised during the summer solstice. The Dragon Boat Festival was associated with Qu Yuan’s story only in the second century. Qu Yuan (屈原) was a poet and a statesman for the Chu kingdom (楚国) during the Warring States Period (战国时代). He served in high office and he advocated a policy of aligning with other kingdoms against the dominant Qin. However, political intrigue led Lord Huai to banish Qu Yuan instead. The ministry was left in the hands of corrupt statesmen and Qu Yuan helplessly watched his motherland decline. Depressed, he penned beautiful, patriotic poetry such as Li Sao (离骚) which means Encountering Sorrow, an allegorical poem stating his political aspirations and Jiu Ge (九歌) or Nine Songs, which gained Qu Yuan great renown.

With his top adviser gone, the king fell for the trickery of the Qin and his kingdom was eventually conquered. Upon hearing that his kingdom’s capital had been overtaken by the Qin, Qu Yuan committed suicide by drowning himself in the Mi Luo River (汨罗江). As he was adored by people everywhere, the local people did everything in their power to try to either save Qu Yuan, or at the very least, to protect him in the afterlife.

Hereupon the legend varies. Some suggest that fishermen at the scene attempted to save their minister. Having failed, they sought to appease his spirit by throwing rice stuffed in bamboo stems into the river to prevent the fish from eating Qu Yuan’s body. Others say that the rice offerings were snatched by a river dragon and the rice had to be bundled in chinaberry leaves instead and tied with five different coloured silk threads in order to be effective. The triangular Rice Dumplings (粽子) thus became entwined with the festivities. Another version tells of farmers rowing out in dragon boats in their attempt to save Qu Yuan. Hence, Dragon Boat Racing (赛龙舟) has been held annually on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, in honour of the memory of Qu Yuan.

Or if reading through a wall of texts is not your cup of tea, here is a pictorial guide to summarize on the history of Qu Yuan (屈原) and how we ended up celebrating Dragon Boat Festival (端午节) with dragon boat racing and rice dumplings on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month.

All images are from the internet. Selected text info from here.

[leoprincess777]

DHANISHTA NAKSHATRA

23º 20’ Capricorn – 6º 40’ Aquarius “Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.” The Dolphin: Alpha Delphini, Beta Delphini, Delta Delphini, Gamma Delphini Ruled by Mars Star of Symphony. Power to give abundance and fame. Symbols: empty drum, an hourglass, bells and bulbs.

Dhanishta is like a death of the inner child. Its essentially inert like sand, of coal or oil. Even the system is a dead thing unless the people actual show up to support it. The death of the spirit begins in Dhanishta and is completed in Purvabhadrapada. The machine  is just a dead thing. There is a suffering here as one is constantly striving to stay ahead of the curve.

Struggles of being controlled by other people, feelings of emptiness and superficiality. They devote themselves to a purpose or a person to deal with emptiness.

As it is within Dhanishta's power to give fame, they enjoy popularity and are often local celebrities. If well placed, they have a good reputation and are loved by people. They tend to mask their inner struggles with a bubbly persona, become an entertainer for other people, play the jester (performative) and seek out external stimuli as a way to fill the emptiness.

Major karma with marriage. Ashlesha is direct across so they often get into manipulative relationships do things they don’t want to do. They display big devotion towards their spouse and are service orianted, however they can get manipulative and use marriage as a means to an end. Often as a result, they are prone to getting controlled by their spouse. They enjoy material comforts.

Planets here are more likely to have feminine characteristics. It may also be seen that women with this placement have a somewhat easier time with the energies of this nakshatra.

Rakshasa: Belonging to the clan of the demons. Less practical, more hedonistic, often many ups and downs in life as the guru of the demons has the power to raise from the dead. Rebirth, transformation, redemption are all part of the system. Cyclical sense of time; mystical sense of reality. Marriage matching with another Rakshasa is best.

Dhanishta's stars form the diamond shaped Delphini constellation. Dolphin’s are unique creatures thought to be even more intelligent than human’s, and with that intelligence comes a childlike nature, playfulness, understanding, and selfless nature. They have a unique way using sonar & echolocation for communication, navigation and understanding the world around them. They are friendly, curious, peaceful, carefree creatures who live in harmony with humans as well as most other creatures of the sea. But they are also fearless in the face of predators and will sacrifice themselves to protect the pod rather than show any fear.

The Vasus such as Agni (fire), Vayu (wind), etc helps lord Indra in his fight with the demons and hence this nakshatra can also indicate some type of fight, competition, and competitiveness in a person’s life. Dhanishtha is also linked with land, real estate and may attain multiple properties. Suitable for real estate business.

Dhanishtas should keep musical insturments in their house as a remedial act and practice performance arts, music, communication and diplomacy.

"Most scientists and historians are born in Dhanishta. Since there is an inherent talent of keeping secrets, you are quite suitable for secret service, private secretaries to senior executives. Whatever may be your academic background, your intelligence is beyond question. In argument you are much ahead of others. Lawyers profession is excellent for you. From the 24th year onward will show progress in the earning field. Any improvement in the financial field will be only after marriage."

Shil-Ponde Female with Dhanishta Ascendant: “This is a talkative and interesting person, particularly successful in lecturing and debating. She is capable of writing mystic novels and is good at story telling. She will be happy in domestic life. She loves nice dresses, especially blue, pink, and purple, and likes curios and antiques.”

pada 2 (virgo): They can do very well in public service, administration, communications, or managing public affairs. They can be very good at the rhetorical, persuasive side or languages, marketing, and communications.

[talonabraxas]

Vishnu Paramatma - In all Hearts Talon Abraxas

I am seated in everyone’s heart, and from Me come remembrance, knowledge and forgetfulness. By all the Vedas am I to be known; indeed I am the compiler of Vedanta, and I am the knower of the Vedas.

The Supreme Lord is situated as Paramatma in everyone’s heart, and it is from Him that all activities are initiated. The living entity forgets everything of his past life, but he has to act according to the direction of the Supreme Lord, who is witness to all his work. Therefore he begins his work according to his past deeds. Required knowledge is supplied to him, and remembrance is given to him, and he forgets, also, about his past life. Thus, the Lord is not only all-pervading; He is also localized in every individual heart. He awards the different fruitive results. He is not only worshipable as the impersonal Brahman, the Supreme Personality of Godhead, and the localized Paramatma, but as the form of the incarnation of the Vedas as well. The Vedas give the right direction to the people so that they can properly mold their lives and come back to Godhead, back to home. The Vedas offer knowledge of the Supreme Personality of Godhead, Krsna, and Krsna in His incarnation as Vyasadeva is the compiler of the Vedanta-sutra. The commentation on the Vedanta-sutra by Vyasadeva in the Srimad-Bhagavatam gives the real understanding of Vedanta-sutra. The Supreme Lord is so full that for the deliverance of the conditioned soul He is the supplier and digester of foodstuff, the witness of his activity, the giver of knowledge in the form of Vedas and as the Supreme Personality of Godhead, Sri Krsna, the teacher of the Bhagavad-gita. He is worshipable by the conditioned soul. Thus God is all-good; God is all-merciful.

Antahpravistah sasta jananam. The living entity forgets as soon as he quits his present body, but he begins his work again, initiated by the Supreme Lord. Although he forgets, the Lord gives him the intelligence to renew his work where he ended his last life. So not only does a living entity enjoy or suffer in this world according to the dictation from the Supreme Lord situated locally in the heart, but he receives the opportunity to understand Vedas from Him. If one is serious to understand the Vedic knowledge, then Krsna gives the required intelligence. Why does He present the Vedic knowledge for understanding? Because a living entity individually needs to understand Krsna. Vedic literature confirms this: yo ‘sau sarvair vedair giyate. In all Vedic literature, beginning from the four Vedas, Vedanta-sutra and the Upanisads and Puranas, the glories of the Supreme Lord are celebrated. By performing Vedic rituals, discussing the Vedic philosophy and worshiping the Lord in devotional service, He is attained. Therefore the purpose of the Vedas is to understand Krsna. The Vedas give us direction to understand Krsna and the process of understanding. The ultimate goal is the Supreme Personality of Godhead. Vedanta-sutra confirms this in the following words: tat tu samanvayat. One can attain perfection by understanding Vedic literature, and one can understand his relationship with the Supreme Personality of Godhead by performing the different processes. Thus one can approach Him and at the end attain the supreme goal, who is no other than the Supreme Personality of Godhead. In this verse, however, the purpose of the Vedas, the understanding of the Vedas and the goal of Vedas are clearly defined. -Bhagavad Gita

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ChoiCale Northern Duke AU

Northern duke Cale Henituse with his long hair frosted over and tangling in the winter wind, fur cape thick and warm and pitch black, weighing down his shoulders. Northern duke Cale Henituse who stays shut in his castle unless drowning his lonely sorrows (apparently) and does not care for the people he protects (apparently), but stumbles back through the gates at unholy hours of the night or morning reeking of alcohol, clothes stained through with red in the dim candle light.

Choi Han stumbles onto the lands of the remote duchy after fighting through a thicket of winter demons and a pack of timber wolves that took him as easy prey, and the village welcomes him warmly. They celebrate his presence, because they think he is the one who has guarded their village. It's not strictly wrong, but Choi Han has not been in the Henituse duchy for long enough for his fights to warp into local legend.

He has not flung himself off cliffs to lure demons to their deaths. He would not call the way he wields his sword fae-like. Only thrice has he saved fellow travelers from the snow-borne perils. But... they call him a hero and give him food and rest at their eternal bonfire, and that is good enough for Choi Han not to question it too much.

The rumours spread far enough that the duke himself descends from his mansion at the peak of the wintering mountains. When the village leader hollers the name 'Cale Henituse' through the snowy roads, the merriment goes silent. Choi Han is slower to fear and trepidation than the youngsters he is talking to, so he turns and meets the duke's rusted gaze head on.

"So you're the hero," comes Duke Henituse's first greeting, and his voice makes him seem younger than the ageless ice of his expression. Not that it is ageless ice anymore - Duke Henituse's bloody lips twist and splinter his face with a scathing smirk. "I suppose you're looking for a reward, then? Well, what have you?"

The children shrink away from the duke's imposing stare, and Choi Han feels his own agitation rear its head in response. "The fire, your Grace. I come on behalf of another village who has suffered decades of chill now. Can you share some of it with us?"

Duke Henituse's gaze narrows as his sneer widens. "Which village?"

"Does it matter? The cold is impartial, your Grace, it will freeze any that has no hearth like this one." Choi Han tips his head at the merrily blazing flame that burns bright enough to heat the entire village and light the roads in the eternal night. "The fire can be transported without weakening the hearth. I can do it myself!"

"You can try," Duke Henituse snorts. "The Eternal Winter does not take kindly to flame in its midst."

"Harris is-"

The logs in the bonfire crackle and spit, collapsing in a blast of flame. Around them, the villagers flinch away with hands raised against the light. Cale Henituse draws his spine straight and bares his teeth on a fogged breath, embers refracting in his fathomless gaze as his hair and cloak billow in the surge of heated air - a dark burgundy stain mars the right breast of his thick blouse. "Harris Village? Let them be consumed by the full force of the Winter! Let them shatter! Let them die!"

Choi Han raises his drawn sword at a defenseless man, and knows that no villager will stop him. "I will take some fire back to them."

"Ha!" the duke laughs, head thrown back derisively, "Then take some wood with you too! Harris will have precious little dry kindling. Give them our fire."

What a challenge that is. "I will," Choi Han snarls. The fire burns, and even at this distance he is starting to sweat. He takes a lamp from one of the children who offer, and a handful of large candles from another. When he glances over his shoulder, the Winter Lord is gone. Back to his lofty manor in the snow with him, then.

Choi Han thanks the children and bids the rest of the villagers adieu. The older of them shake their heads and chuckle like it is some inside joke. "No need to say goodbye, lad. Best of luck to you."

The fire snuffs out the moment he steps past the tree line.

He walks the twenty minutes back to the village in near-darkness. It is not hard; the warm glow is the brightest beacon they could have. The elders smile when he sheepishly greets them again, amused yet disappointed for his flame. Choi Han leaves and returns four more times before he slumps on the village's pub bench with his head in his hands. The bartender claps him on the shoulder in commiseration and shouts him a jug of mead. "The flame cannot leave the village's bounds. Not without his Grace's permission."

Choi Han sips on the spiced liquor and frowns. "Then that's what I'll do."

The trek up to the manor is treacherous; there are crevasses and cliffs obscured by blinding white, and Choi Han cannot imagine the frosty duke shimmying up the narrow ledge of this particular cliff to get home. But Choi Han has faced far worse getting to the village of the eternal hearth in the first place. He makes it up mostly unharmed, though his fingertips are raw and bleeding.

The manor gates are wrought iron. The windows are dark. When Choi Han raises his hand to the metal, it parts for him as if the hinges were oiled only minutes ago. Soundless and weightless. A single room lights up. Choi Han looks over on instinct. The sharp, willowy silhouette of Cale Henituse stares back.