#series: paths made of stardust

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I just. Really love the dumb icons in my Scrivener projects. I really do.

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Almost all the information here is relevant to both universes, too!

[RWBY] When the Stars Go Out: Witch Houses

Introduction

In When the Stars Go Out and the Starmont Universe as a whole, witch houses are not arbitrary sortings for your school years. Instead, they are lifelong callings to a specific form of magic. A calling that will strengthen you for the rest of your life. Houses have overlap, which is to be expected, and they are also broad, providing a wide spectrum of possible specialties for every witch.

Sproutlings

Your first year at Beacon Academy is as a Sproutling, a witch before they have received their calling. For the entire first year, you will learn about magic in all its forms and expand your understanding of yourself. At the end of the school year, the Choosing Ceremony is held, where each Sproutling steps up to choose a house and must see if the house chooses them back. From second year through the rest of your life, this house is where your magic is strongest and most alive.

House Rose 🗡️

The house of protection, combat, loyalty and justice, and curses and cursebreaking. Those in House Rose are known as thornwitches and spend their days learning to protect the people around in them in a variety of ways. Thornwitches are uniquely suited as cursebreakers and hexbreakers, due to their in-depth knowledge of both spell types and trained fortitude.

The official thornwitch colour is rose red. Thornwitches, alongside Wildwitches, are the second most common witch houses in the kingdom of Vale.

House Hibiscus 🐺

The house of animals, survival, communication, and travel. Those in House Hibiscus are known as wildwitches and spend their days learning to care and tend to animals both magical and mundane, to commune with the world and magic as a whole, to travel across ley lines, to unite people, and to care and tend to others in a variety of ways. Many wildwitches take on secondary animal forms in upper years.

The official wildwitch colour is a warm orange. Wildwitches, alongside thornwitches, are the second most common witch houses in the kingdom of Vale.

House Zinnia 🎨

The house of the arts, of creativity, of creation and light, of the senses, and of stories. House Zinnia witches are known as craftwitches. Craftwitches dabble in many arts, and while some choose to learn as many as possible, others learn to specialize early on. From sculpting to textiles to painting to writing books to carving musical instruments to building castles and far more, craftwitches are the heart of witch art culture and for very good reason.

The official craftwitch colour is a sunflower yellow. Craftwitches, alongside hedgewitches and tinkerwitches, are the most common witch houses in the kingdom of Vale.

House Yarrow 🌳

The house of nature, of food, of potions and poultices, of growth and change, and of alchemy. Witches of House Yarrow are known as hedgewitches and their crafts begin largely in the dirt. Their magic focuses on the plants in the dirt, the clouds and storms in the skies, the smell of new mushrooms in the distance. They are cooks, gardeners, expert potion makers, and even masters of alchemy, given the opportunity. A hedgewitch sees wonder and harmony in nature.

The official hedgewitch colour is a deep green. Hedgewitches, alongside craftwitches and tinkerwitches, are the most common witch houses in the kingdom of Vale.

House Delphinium ⚙️

The house of tinkering and innovation, of curiosity and electricity, of mechanics and discovery, and of scientific and magical exploration. House Delphinium witches are known as tinkerwitches and their studies focus on all things both mechanical and magical, including the highly useful and extremely adorable magibots. Tinkerwitches are inventors, artificers, architects, metalsmiths, and magineers. They are curious, they are inventive, they are creative. And they spend so much time in the workshops that a lot of them permanently smell like metal grease.

The official tinkerwitch colour is a bright, mid-to-light blue. Tinkerwitches, alongside craftwitches and hedgewitches, are the most common witch houses in the kingdom of Vale.

House Wisteria ❤️‍🩹

The house of health and healing in every form, of divination and connection, of empathy and compassion, and of love and safety in all its forms. Those in House Wisteria are known as heartwitches and they spend their days learning to heal the body, the heart, the mind, and a person's connection to magic, itself. Heartwitches may soothe painful emotions, help with mental illness, heal broken bones, mend and stitch skin, focus on tending a certain age group, and much more. There are some heartwitches working alongside dustwitches in an attempt to heal the shadowed parts of the aether, to limited success.

The official heartwitch colour is a warm purple. Heartwitches are the third most common witch house in the kingdom of Vale.

House Marigold ✨

The house of magic, the aether, of gifts and treasures, of energy and life. Those in House Marigold are known as dustwitches and their studies and craft focus on the various magical flora and fauna that stem directly from the aether. In particular, the aether and taeliswood trees. Dustwitches learn to tend the trees, to trim them, to harvest the dust and the wood safely. Dust is used in almost all magic and in many of the everyday amenities around the world. Dustwitches are also the only witches who can directly manipulate Dust and make Dust crystals.

The official dustwitch colour is gold. They are the third rarest house and are moderately rarer than those above them. There are between a third to half as many dustwitches in Beacon as there are heartwitches.

House Oleander 💀

The house of death, of the nether, of the monstrous, of all that comes after, and of memories. Those in House Oleander are known as veilwitches and they learn about the cycles of life and death, of the workings of disease and decay and rot. Of their necessity and beauty. They learn to pass on souls, to listen for harm, to heal memories and mend relationships, and to breathe life into that which shouldn't leave quite yet. Veilwitches may be many things, but their calling is the passage between this world and the nether.

The official veilwitch colour is a pale pink. They are the second rarest house and are far rarer than House Marigold. Currently, there are two Veilwitch students and one Veilwitch professor at Beacon Academy.

House Lily 🌌

The house of knowledge, of the unknown and the beyond, of a seeking that cannot be fully understood, of protection and compassion, and of patience. Witches of House Lily are known as starwitches and they are revered as the most powerful witches of all. Starwitches can read the stars, the planet, the winds, to know things no one else can, they hold the unique ability to create powerful knowledge runes, and they are thought to be the oldest witches of all. In the last several hundred years the number of starwitches has decreased rapidly, and no one knows why. Furthermore, no new starwitches have been chosen in over fifty years.

The official starwitch colour is an overlapping dark blue and dark purple, all of which is overlaid with flecks of white. They are the rarest house of all. Only one Starwitch remains in the entire world - Magus Fria Ironwood - and she is a faculty member at Beacon Academy.

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＊ I've been here for days by @justanothershadeofblue [E, 18k, OT5]

Somewhere in the desert, a man is called by God to raise up a righteous generation, to bring forth the kingdom from his own seed and the wombs of his omegas.

He will do it by any means necessary.

A series in six parts. Part 1 of Keep Holding Me This Way

＊ i'm going out tonight by @disgruntledkittenface [M, 3k, Harry/Louis]

Louis hasn’t been appreciating his boyfriend Harry. He only realizes it when Harry takes matters into his own hands. Inspired by Bejeweled by Taylor Swift.

＊ And I'm Okay (with what i'm not) by red_panda28 / @red-pandaaa [T, 6k, Louis/Harry]

“So, speaking of steamy scenes.” The interviewer, Harry had already forgotten his name again, gestured with his mod cards between Harry and his co-star, Sam. “With all the intimacy going on on-set, was there ever a time that continued… off-camera?” He winked at the camera.

OR 3 times people make assumptions about Harry's sex life and the 1 time he snaps

＊ Gotta Feeling by @allwaswell16 [T, 2k, Harry/Louis]

When Harry's life in Manchester isn't turning out the way he thought it would, he decides to visit his best friend in Mexico City. Maybe Niall can convince him to move halfway around the world.

＊ HOT TO GO! by @allwaswell16 [T, 2k, Louis/Harry]

When Harry does something weird at the barricade, he leaves Louis’ show devastated and hoping he can somehow make things right.

Or the accidental pervert fic

＊ Let the Feeling Last by @allwaswell16 [T, 5k, Harry/Louis]

Omega Harry thinks the alpha at the grocery store buying a cart full of vegetables must be an amazing chef. He doesn't know that Alpha Louis is feeding all those vegetables to his pet pig.

＊ Stars over Amsterdam by @hellolovers13 [T, 4k, Louis/Harry]

Louis remembers how stressed they were, trying to get tickets at all. The waiting for the email with the code, which only Louis got, the actual On-sale. How Harry stood behind him, peeling at his nails nervously. Trying not to distract Louis.

But it had all gone smoothly and he had gotten the tickets within just a few minutes.

Harry had jumped around Louis’s chair in excitement like a bouncing ball. Already starting to plan their outfits.

A gold fringe dress for Harry, Fearless was his favourite album, after all, and a matching shirt he had found online for Louis. So people could tell right away they were an item.

That was their plan. Before it all went to shit.

or Fate in form of Eras Tour tickets forces Louis to meet up with his Ex.

Hopefully soon to be Ex-Ex.

＊ Stronger Than the Tide by @haztobegood [G, 3k, Harry & Louis]

The time Louis had spent talking with Harry in the cave had flown by. He was still unsure where the time had gone. Maybe it was because this was the first real connection Louis had made in years. Love and sex did not interest Louis, and it became harder to find good friends.

It was different with Harry. Their conversation flowed effortlessly without pressing for more. Despite the hours they spent together in the cave, Louis wanted to keep talking, to share more of himself, and to learn more about Harry. He hoped their paths would cross again soon.

＊ The Grundy County Drag Show Incident by @haztobegood [T, 3k, Zayn/Liam]

The instrumental opening of Beyoncé’s Halo filled the bar, and the crowd clapped in time to the beat. Holding a wireless mic in her gloved hand, Veronica Stardust owned the stage. She was one of the most vocally talented drag queens in the Midwest. Harry and Louis had seen this act a few times before and were always blown away at the power of her voice. Liam, however, was just experiencing it for the first time. He didn’t know what was yet to come. Part 2 of Grundy County Incidents

＊ Porcupine by sweetkalachuchi / @neverforpickles [E, 82k, Louis/Harry]

Louis, a broke omega librarian, finds his quiet life in Vienna turned upside down when he meets a charming four-year-old boy named Venus, who insists that Louis is his "Mama." When Venus's father, Harry—a powerful and dangerous mafia leader—offers Louis a lucrative job as the boy's full-time nanny, Louis steps into a world where love and danger are deeply intertwined.

As Louis grows closer to Harry and Venus, he discovers the perilous secrets of Harry's underworld life. Their unexpected connection sparks a passionate romance, but with Harry's enemies closing in, Louis must navigate a treacherous path where his heart and life are at risk. This is a thrilling tale of love, danger, and the irresistible pull of two souls drawn together against all odds.

＊ Miracles At Sunsets by sweetkalachuchi / @neverforpickles [T, 16k, Harry/Louis]

Harry and Louis are best friends bound by years of shared memories, but their relationship is complicated by a tangle of unspoken emotions. Harry, an Alpha, is deeply in love with Louis, an Omega, but fears revealing his true feelings might shatter the friendship they’ve built. When Harry decides it’s time to settle down and start a new chapter in his life, he turns to Louis, an interior designer, for help in finding the perfect home.

What begins as a light-hearted search for a house soon becomes a journey of self-discovery and emotional upheaval. As they explore potential homes, their bond is tested by the growing tension between what is said and what remains hidden. Can Harry find the courage to reveal his heart, or will their unspoken desires tear them apart?

＊ Symphony by sweetkalachuchi / @neverforpickles [T, 4k, Louis/Harry]

In the peaceful countryside, Harry Styles is a hardworking farmer who’s all about keeping things running smoothly on his farm. But when a routine check on his crops leads to a nasty fall from his horse, Harry finds himself seriously injured. Determined not to worry his pregnant omega, Louis, he stubbornly drives himself to the hospital, knowing full well that Louis would be frantic if he found out.

Meanwhile, Louis gets a call that sends him into a panic—Harry’s in the hospital. Rushing to his side, Louis is a mix of anger and worry, not sure whether to scold Harry or hug him. As they reunite, the two navigate their emotions, and despite the scare, their bond only deepens, proving that together, they can handle anything life throws at them.

＊ Let Your Tears Fall (No I Won't Judge You) by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove [E, 7k, Harry/Louis]

“I want to feel good," Harry says. "I want you to feel good. I just… I don’t know what that looks like.”Louis nods. “That’s fair,” he says. “Always a bit of a learning curve, figuring out what you like and what you don’t.” He rubs his chin. “What if we just… talk through it? Instead of doing it?”Harry blinks. “What do you mean?” he says. “I don’t – I just don’t know what-”“I know,” Louis says. “It’s okay.” He brushes his hand down Harry’s cheek, soft and gentle. “I can start,” he says. “Tell you about what I imagine us doing together. And anytime you feel like something isn’t right – you can stop me, and we can figure out a different path.”Harry nods slowly. “Okay,” he says. “I can try.”

Four times Harry cries during sex. And four times Louis is right there beside him, giving him all the comfort and support and validation he needs.

＊ Donatello by @jooles999 [M, 42k, Louis/Harry]

"GET OFF MY BUS!"

Louis neck bristled, he glared into the face of the man towering over him, his pupils black with unfiltered rage he opened his mouth ready to respond before hearing fast approaching footsteps from behind the curtain.

" Jeff, What's all the shouting about?"

Louis clamped his eyes shut gulping for air as a tightness gripped his chest.

No it can't be

Seconds felt like hours, he shivered as time stopped still. Louis opened up his now glistening eyes, he held his breath and bit tightly on his bottom lip trying to prepare himself for the moment he had so carefully avoided for 3 long years.

The curtain pulled back.

" Yes yes you have guessed right well done, it is indeed Harry Styles, you can close your gawping mouth now mate. Ill even be nice and give you a tour t-shirt, then you can get the hell off my fucking tour bus and back to...."

"L..Louis?"

Or One stormy night popstar Harry and accountant Louis are reunited after 3 long years apart. Harrys manager is dangerous and controlling can Louis save him before it's too late.

＊ I long for that feeling to not feel at all by @ineverateakiwi [NR, 2k, Harry/Louis]

When he is not around and Harry needs to feel more grounded, steady on his own feet, he thinks of Louis. It's probably not healthy to rely on someone this heavily, but it's better than nothing. It's what he has right now. And, right now, it's working. Is thinking about that feeling, the feeling of being real, being alive, that he whispers – without thinking – those two words. — "Hurt me."

Harry needs to feel something, even if it's pain. Louis gives what he needs.

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A One Direction Fic Fest centred around all the identities on the aromantic and asexual spectrum

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＊ [Podfic] Write You A Song by by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings read by Panda_Podfics / @pandapodfics [G, Louis/Harry]

Harry’s new flat is great but the acoustics are even better. They’re so good in fact that his daily shower concerts start to entertain an audience besides his shampoo bottle.

[witchofthesouls]

Does your Unicron want to devour Primus? I still think it's funny how in the TF mythos, one sibling wants to cannibalize the other because they want to create life or make "noise" in the void that's known as the wide universe.

He does. Primus and Unicron were once one cosmic entity that split into two to keep itself company. However, instead of being cooperative forces, complementary due to their way of coming into existence, the two couldn't reconcile with each other as they were too young and unguided and became absolutely set in their own paths.

Unicron 'eats' Primus' creations since he basically represents death, entropy, and the nothingness before the Big Bang. He's the divine trash compactor, the incinerator, and the director of waste management.

He devours universes as he once was part of everything, the neverending Void still echoes within him. All were made the same: stardust in the fabric of the cosmos. He came from nothing. One day, all will return to nothing. Species will become extinct. Empires will crumble. Planets will turn to dust. Galaxies cease to exist. Even stars eventually die.

He's impatient, rash, and unsettled; he's basically hurrying up the process as he believes there is no true meaning to existence. Happiness is fleeting, and even suffering shall be forgotten with enough time. The struggles of the living are a series of repeated plays with no end in sight. He's already seen every trope, every consequence, every twist played out across the multiverse. There's nothing worthwhile.

To Primus, those stories, retold and recounted and replayed since the beginning, are worth everything. Yes, it's ultimately a tragedy but a beautifully sung one.

Unicron's still bitter and resentful of his brother's self-righteousness as Primus seeded the essences of Life, postponing the inevitable death of everything, even themselves.

[520cafe]

sour grapes. avoidant and distant?!

as much as you did not want to blame your friends for the sudden and simultaneous ditching, your eye says otherwise and could not help but to twitch in slight frustration. could this really be a coincidence? it seemed too convenient. in constrast to your mind running laps thinking about the potential ulterior motives of your friends, you sat in a peaceful tranquil outside the homely cafe. bringing up the small cup to your face, the comforting and nature-like scent of matcha whirls its way up to your nose like a candle.

taking a sip, its taste immediately made you smile and almost forget about how you would scold your friends once you come back. i’ll forgive them later you thought to yourself as you continue taking sips of the latte in front of you.

however, there was now something odd with the wind. looking up from your cup, you felt your eyebrows slightly raising once your eyes meet face-to-face with a certain pair of blue ones.

no words were exchanged in between, only an uncertain silence blanketing the distance between the two of you as he walked closer and closer towards you. without even realising, he was finally standing in front of you, his sharp gaze directly piercing yours.

dan heng only stood in front of you for barely a few seconds that it can be easily unnoticeable to a passerby but to you, that short amount of time allowed you to capture everything in that moment. the way dan heng’s mouth slightly opened before closing again, the way he was the first to break eye-contact and lose the unintentional staring contest, the way his eyes were longing and desperate and the way he lightly blinked before walking away and opening the door to the cafe without saying a word.

all you were able to do was sigh, your lips formed into a small smile as you pick up your cup again. it was then and there when you finally figured out the true motives behind your friend’s actions.

🍇 SOUR GRAPES 〈 02 avoidant and distant?!

━━ MASTERLIST. ╱ PREV. ╱ NEXT.

╰► SYNOPSIS. after being in the same tight-knit friend group for over a few months now, suspicions begin to rise when march, seele and bronya start to notice the awkward tensions between you and dan heng. little did they know, you and dan heng were once high-school sweethearts who shared a romantic and fairytale-like past where the pages only lasted for a year. this heartbreak led you to meet another unfortunate victim of cupid but that chapter flew away as quick as stardust. yet, it appears that you two were also destined to cross paths once more.

╰► [ a/n ] : first written chapter !! i swear i’ll improve my writing skills as this series goes on 🤕 also, i decided that updates will be every tuesdays and saturdays!

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[fio-renze]

Fiorenze hadn't been sure what to make of this gargantuan cavern. Her people were of the sun, her magic was of the stars, and here there were neither. Talon had found them a fine contract on the far northern edge of the territory at a series of farms that sat on the edge of a darkness that was extremely violent; the wayward settlers had a curious network of lightwells and braziers set up to keep it at bay, but that could only do so much — especially as the population dwindled from being quite literally picked off one, or sometimes five, by one.

Their own camp out on the fringes had set up a makeshift one, as had the camps of other companies further down the acreage. It wouldn't do, after all, to set up tents in these people's crop fields where the established light could reach. Everything had been going well enough so far — they had set up an internal rotation to tend their central brazier and keep the lamps around the perimeter lit.

She had just settled back into her tent after a quick patrol when a great commotion erupted and Talon's voice boomed from what sounded like the camp's edge, "RUN INTO OUR LIGHT! FIGHTERS WITH ME, GET THEM INTO OUR CAMP! EVERYONE ELSE KEEP THAT LIGHT GOING, HELP THE WOUNDED, AND CALL BACK OUR NIGHT SHIFT TO HELP!”

Someone's light had gone out.

Fiorenze grabbed her staff, the white wood bark and sin'dorei silk grip she'd wrapped around it was smooth under her palm as she sprung out of her tent in the direction Talon had taken off with some of the other fighters.

Beledar was in void shift and the inky dusk that had settled on the path made the rest of the crew's dim firelights look radiant in comparison. As she ran to catch up to her group she shifted into her astral form to access greater power. Her spectral body glimmered with stardust — even if she couldn't see the sky itself the strength of the cosmos remained with her, unwavering. Stars burned brightest in the dark, after all.

Tinnaire fell into lockstep beside her, flinging fire expertly at targets that came into view along their flanks. Her friend had military training and fit so well with the ex-Argent Crusaders and former military that made up the bulk of their band. Still, the two of them together as a secondary-line was familiar enough. They had done this before, in previous campaigns, back when Fiorenze had herself been a fire aligned mage. Fighting side by side was like putting on a well fitting silk slipper again.

The rimesong of frost magic echoed off the low cavern ceiling as Talon froze a few chittering assailants in place. Those unfortunate creatures were hastily shattered from great swings of Dicenne's maul. There were more, still, that hadn't been affected — swarms, after all, were meant to overwhelm. Fiorenze grit her teeth and reached down with her nature magic, deep beyond the topsoil and further still to find greater roots to call up and ensnare a few of the lightless horde.

It seemed, at least, to help.

She managed not to startle as a hooked pincer swung out toward her face, only for it to be blown away by a single, expertly aimed shot. They were terribly lucky to have Stellan watching over all of their shoulders. 

There would be time to thank him later — for now she needed to focus on the task at hand: ending as many of these monsters as possible. 

Sheizara's long ears slanted flat back as the call to aid went out. Chaos erupted before she had time to really wrap her mind around what was actually going on — not that she was the only one. Her eyes immediately went to Garren, her friend and occasional companion, stuck in place and without any support. She started toward him, but then the first few bloodied soldiers stumbled into their camp and immediately collapsed, chests heaving with the effort of catching even a hint of breath.

"Cirrus, make a loop!" she pointed out toward the camp's perimeter and her cloudrook perked, his mistwoven feathers perking up in anticipation before the strange stormbeast loped off to defend their space while the majority of their own fighters were downslope doing what they could to find and send survivors back their way.

She dashed toward the healers' tent, eyes wide and hands empty. A near immediate direction came to start unloading bandages and stock them at every station. Then prepare bowls of sterile water. Set aside potions and syringes.

Her money had paid for a lot of this — the Tel'vaiel fortune. It felt good to put it into something worthwhile. Her heart dropped into her stomach when she heard the anguished, agonized wailing of one of the rescued fighters as they were dragged unceremoniously into the tent. Something was very wrong; it took five seconds too many for her brain to finally piece together what, but reluctantly she realized the other woman was missing most of her leg.

"If you're going to vomit or pass out, leave," the lead healer's tone brokered no argument and Shei realized she must have gone a little too pale. Nothing like this had ever happen on the tradeships, or out on storm-chases.

She finished her final dressing settings with shaking hands before ducking out the back.

Casualties were starting to pile up. It was past time to grab her bow. That, at least, would give her something to grip until her knuckles went white with effort. Was it any real comfort? She clung to the familiarity of it as she watched people with greater physical strength than her writhe and die, unable to survive with their injuries with their healers overwhelmed as they were.

One of the other ex-Argents grabbed her by the shoulder and guided her in the direction of the communal tent, "Start putting together bed rolls for these folks, will you? They're going to need them."

It was a kind sort of escape, one she hadn't expected — but one she'd embrace willingly. She was going to set up the best fucking bedrolls.

@themercenaries / @talonoa / @dicenne / @kharrisdawndancer / @inistellan / @sheizara / @garrennorassin

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From Blood We'll Grow || Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC

Prompt:  You don’t understand the kind of love you’re getting yourself in

Words: 1.1K

TW: references to murder and crimes, hurt/comfort, I tried something a bit different from what we are used to reading about Arthur

Notes:

✞ Written for the celebration of @runnning-outof-time's 3K revolving around the theme of a flower garden. Flower used: Red Poppies, which are said to grow best in blood-fertilized soil.

✞ This work is a part of the Heaven in Your Eyes universe, but it can be read as a stand-alone. Consequently, Reader is Heaven, OP's original character (Moodboard here). Feel free to check this ongoing series if you wanna know more. Newest chapter of the series HERE.

“Talk to me, please.”

The soft breeze of Birmingham’s spring caressed his skin and carried the words away. Even though Arthur’s piercing blue eyes were watching the sky, all his attention was focused on you. His hand, large and calloused, was covering the palm of yours, frail and perpetually cold. Sometimes he wondered if blood was actually flowing through your veins or if you were made of frostbite and stardust.

“Tell me everything’s awful you did and let me love you anyway.”

The melody of his beating heart echoed in his chest at the same pace as yours. Two souls yearning for each other. Arthur’s fingers tightened their protective grip around you, afraid you would vanish if he did not constantly keep physical contact with you. Moreover, your ice always managed to calm the raging fire he was made of.

“I’ve killed people.”

These three little words hurt as they were spoken. They felt like razor cuts on the tongue, blades coated with caustic acid. And yet, an intense feeling of relief followed soon after. Arthur’s body relaxed.

“I already knew that.”

“No, you didn’t. You suspected it but you still had the choice not to believe it.”

“Does that make a difference?”

“It does for me. Until now you were free to genuinely tell yourself I was a good person, even though you suspected it was not the case. But now that you are aware of my wicked nature you’ll come to realize I might not be as good as you think for you.”

“Bullshit. It doesn’t change anything for me. You’re the creature I love with all my heart. No matter what you’ve done, and no matter what you’ll do, my soul and yours are entangled.”

Arthur, who was laying with his head on your lap abandoned the horizon and looked up to stare at your enchanting doll face. Your long ivory mane danced at the wind’s discretion, the pale and orange hue of the sunset forming a glowing halo on the top of your head. A soothing silence lulled you, only disrupted by the blowing wind and the nearby stream’s murmur. He could not help but smile at your mesmerizing beauty, whose presence embellished the bucolic landscape.

“But I’ve got blood on my hands.”

“So do I, Heaven.”

You looked down at him, the jewels of your iris drowning in the ocean of his, and stopped petting his hair.

“Trust me, angel, I know the best. Each time I enter in a room I see the face of all the people I’ve murdered. Those who deserved it share the place with the innocents who were just unlucky enough to cross paths with the brute I am. Sometimes I see that young lad from the boxing ring sipping on a coffee with the many soldiers I’ve killed… My hands still tingle with the sensation of my fists tightening around their necks or bashing their brains out. But still, you are, kissing the scars on my knuckles and allowing these dirty, murderous hands to touch you when we make love,” Arthur paused and, with his head leaving your lap, he sat next to you in the middle of the vast wild field you loved exploring together, “that’s how I love you. Perfectly imperfect. Because even angels have their own demons…” He said, bringing his free hand on your cheek to stroke it with indescribable softness no one suspected he was capable of, not even himself, “ And Maybe, if you believe in it just a little bit, the ghosts that follow you will find peace in mine eh.”

Like magical balm on a sucking wound, the gravel in his voice soothed the pain of your heart. Admittedly you had been scared to tell him the truth about you for fear he stopped considering you like an Angel — but the truth was you didn’t understand the kind of love you got yourself into. It was the kind of love so intoxicating that you’d physically suffer if you parted from each other for too long. In him you did not find only love, but also understanding and acceptance. Arthur’s way of handling you, with indescribable care and softness, had become a necessity in your life. Were you really his angel? Or was he yours? A violent, twisted seraph with wings as black as cold, but a heart as sweet as honey. He was keeping you safe, wrapped in the dark feather of his wings, ready to take the pain for you — he did not matter, your well-being did.

Without uttering a single word, you almost tackled him with a hug. An embrace so fierce he fell backward, his back gently hitting the ground. Both surprised and endeared, Arthur could not help but chuckle before welcoming you in his arms.

“I am so lucky to have you…” You whispered, burying your nose in his neck. His perfume, musky and manly, lulled your insecurities and wrapped you in a blissful haze.

“I promise you’ll have me forever, love.”

Arthur was caressing your back, and sometimes he laid a kiss on your head as if his lips could not stay away from you for too long. Which was certainly the case. After a while, he caught sight of a red flower at the corner of his eye. The only flower that had grown here, among the weed and the fallen leaves.

“Look, Angel.”

You raised your head at his voice, curiously gazing at what he wanted to show you. When you noticed it was a red poppy, you looked at Arthur with a slightly confused gleam in your eyes. After all, poppies were not scarce flowers. Yet, Arthur’s iris shone with fascination and unexplainable joy. His lips had stretched in an innocent and almost childish smile, the first since years. The kind of smile Miss Changretta had been talking about. The way his face enlightened and his traits relaxed made you sink a little deeper for him. With the tips of his fingers, Arthur picked up the poppy and shifted his full attention back to you.

“In Flander fields, the poppies blow…”

He started, slipping the flower in your hair. Its blood-red petals, exposing the poppy’s black heart, contrasted with the whiteness of your hair just like a drop of blood in a desert of snow.

“Between the crosses, row and row,

That mark our place, and in the sky

The larks still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the gun below.”

You closed your eyes, your soul carried away by Arthur’s low and hoarse voice as well as the steady melody of his heart beating. He let his long and thin fingers lose themselves in your hair as he kept reciting the poem he liked so much.

“We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

 Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

 In Flanders fields.”

With your free hand, you brushed the flower’s petals. Their soft texture awaked your sense. While you did so, Arthur’s free hand pressed on your lower back to bring your hips closer to his. He did not want to leave any space between your two bodies.

“Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.”

When he finished the last line, Arthur reached for your chin and raised your head until your lips grazed against each other, “From blood, we will grow love.” He whispered, his warm breath melting in yours.

“From blood, we will grow.” You repeated.

Any comment, review, reblog, or constructive criticism is welcome. Your reactions really motivate me and keep me alive, so please don't be shy. English is not my first language.

[library-ghoulette]

day 4 // anal

Prompt list thanks to @kroas-adtam 💜

Pairing: Copia (Papa Emeritus IV) x Sister Beatrice (OC)

Rating: Explicit, minors DNI

Words: 2411

Tags: third person POV, original female character, established relationship, Copia indulging his sugar daddy tendencies, birthday sex, sucking strap, rimming, fingering, pegging, masturbation, cum

Summary: Sister Beatrice receives a sexy birthday gift that proves to be as much fun for Copia as it is for her.

A/N: Okay, friends, it's my birthday today, and all I wanted was for my girl Beatrice to peg the absolute hell out of her boyfriend. (What do you know, it's her birthday, too!) This is part of my Ministry librarian series and takes place sometime in the future from the current My Path Serpentine timeline. No spoilers for any plot points other than the fact that they do eventually fuck... and perhaps in slightly kinkier ways than you might expect?

Read beneath the cut or on ao3!

Sister Beatrice bursts through the door of Copia's bedroom, leading him by the hand behind her. She's giggly and just ever-so-slightly drunk, and there's nothing she wants more right now than to flop down on her boyfriend's huge, cozy bed and pull him down on top of her for the perfect, filthy end to what has been a wonderful birthday so far.

But the bed is already occupied. A box, not insubstantial in size, sits right in the middle of the plush, black comforter, wrapped in silvery damask-print paper, rounded about by heather purple silk ribbon and topped in a full bow.

"What's this?"

Copia graces her with an indulgent smile. "I believe it's a birthday present, tesoro."

He has already spoiled her thoroughly, taking her out for an achingly delicious dinner at a tiny little restaurant she would never have dreamed of setting foot inside of in her old life, complete with a bottle of Bollinger La Côte aux Enfants that made her feel like stardust was running through her veins—and which she would have protested against, if she had known what it cost, and so he had wisely not let on, allowing himself the secret satisfaction of knowing how well he was pampering her.

And he has already given her a present: a complete set of a semi-obscure horror serial that she loves and has wanted to own for years, the original paperback printing with its delightfully creepy artwork of floating, disembodied eyes and flooded mansions, each volume in such pristine condition it is as though they have never even been cracked open.

"Another present?"

"SÌ.”

"What is it?"

He chuckles and runs his hand down her back, his touch light and affectionate. "Maybe you'd better open it and find out."

Beatrice sits on the bed, spreading out the full skirt of her dress before pulling the box into her lap. She loves presents—both giving and receiving them—and she has to resist her usual urge to tear into the parcel with abandon. She undoes the bow gingerly and sets the ribbon aside with care, making a mental note to save it—it could have other uses, perhaps even fun ones, she thinks.

But after she spends far too long trying to gently ease up the strips of tape without damaging the paper beneath, Copia loses his patience. "Bea, come on," he says, sitting beside her. "Just rip it open!"

She looks up at him with a grin both sheepish and mischievous and, now freed from her own self-restraint, she rips the paper with a sweep of her arm and a loud, satisfying tearing sound. She crumples the paper with relish and tosses it aside, revealing the plain black cardboard beneath. She runs her hands over the lid, admiring the smooth grain, and then flips it open eagerly.

When she folds back the purple tissue paper, she finds something that makes her breath catch—a concoction of black leather straps and gleaming nickel fastenings. She runs the pad of her index finger over the leather, admiring the smooth, buttery texture, before lifting the harness entirely from its nest of paper.

"Oh, Copia…" She sighs, admiring the graceful lines of the leather, the clever design in how they fasten together. "This is lovely."

Her genuine, awed gratitude has his heart swelling with pride. "I thought you might appreciate an upgrade."

"Very much!" Her old strap-on harness is fine. Serviceable. But it's just a cheap, mass-produced one that came out of a box from a local sex shop. Nothing like the work of functional art that she holds before her now. "Thank you so much."

She kisses him, lips soft and insistent, ready to continue the night, but he breaks away. "There should be something else in there."

She rummages through the tissue paper until she finds a rectangular drawstring bag made of silky black material. She opens it and pulls out blush-pink silicone dildo, admires the satisfying weight of it in her hand, the gentle curve and bulbous crown that she knows will hit all the right places.

"It's bigger than my other one," she observes. "Are you trying to tell me something?"

She shoots Copia a sly side-eye and grins as he stammers and blushes. As she kisses his cheek reassuringly, she remembers how flustered she used to be whenever she was in his presence. It's fun to have that effect on him now, from time to time.

"This is a wonderful present, Copia, really." And now she feels a flush creeping across her own face. Not from embarrassment, but from arousal. "Can we use it tonight?"

When Copia returns to his bedroom—fresh from a shower, wearing nothing but a fluffy towel riding low around his hips—he finds that Beatrice has wasted no time in setting the scene. The lights are dimmed and black candles lend the bedroom an atmosphere not unlike that of a chapel, reverent and heady, the bed an altar to offer himself upon.

She has stripped down to only her bra—midnight blue lace that matches her eyes and contrasts arrestingly against her pale skin—and her long, golden-blonde hair, which she wore down for dinner, is now pulled back from her face in a messy bun. She's standing in front of his full-length mirror, frowning at her reflection as she fiddles with the harness around her hips.

Hearing him come into the room, she turns to face him, and the motion swings her silicone cock around. They both laugh.

"Can you help me with this thing?" she asks through her giggles.

His nimble fingers set to work, tugging on the straps and tightening the small buckles. He turns her gently, evaluating the fit, but mostly admiring the way the leather flows around her ample hips and the curve of her bare ass.

In addition to the straps around her hips, the harness also boasts garters that buckle around her full thighs, and Copia sinks to his knees before her to adjust them. When he's finished, he runs his palms down her smooth legs and looks up at her face. "Is it comfortable?"

"Yes. It's perfect."

"You're perfect." He takes her hips in both hands and presses a kiss to her belly that has her squirming, ticklish, before he drops down further and runs his tongue up the underside of the dildo and over the bobbing tip.

Beatrice watches, rapt with desire, as he slides his lips over the crown. She brings her hands up to cradle the back of his head, twining her fingers through his hair, and tenderly guides him as he slides her length into his mouth. She could swear that she feels every swirl of his tongue and every motion of his head as he sucks it, as clearly as if it were attached to her by more than just leather straps. It's hard to keep her hips still, to keep from fucking his face.

When he pulls back, maintaining eye contact and releasing her cock with a loud, wet pop, she moans. Her voice is rough when she orders, "On the bed. Face down. Now."

As he arranges himself—towel shed and a pillow tucked beneath his hips to provide a better angle for her—she rummages through the drawer of the bedside table, pushing aside silk rope and a magic wand and various other contraptions in favor of simple necessities: lube, nitrile gloves.

She tosses them onto the bed and then settles herself behind him, kneeling between his spread legs. She runs her hands over his lower back, his thighs, kneads the muscular cheeks of his ass.

"So fucking delicious," she murmurs. "I could just eat you." She can't resist leaning down and sinking her teeth into his right cheek, up near his hip, just hard enough to make him cry out softly in surprise. She soothes the faint mark of her teeth with a kiss. "Do you want me to eat you?"

"Y-yes."

She takes her time working her way across his skin, kissing and nipping, running her tongue along the creases where his ass meets the backs of his thighs. Her thoroughness is an exquisite torture for both of them, but she insists on slowness, knowing that the more care she invests, the more worked up he'll be, and the better it will be for both of them.

It's a relief when finally she spreads him open and licks a stripe from his taint straight up his center. He hisses in pleasure and spreads his legs wider. She obliges his eagerness for more contact, pressing the flat of her tongue to his opening, licking in slow, wide circles that build in depth and intensity. She revels in his responsiveness—the uninhibited noises he makes, the way his pelvis grinds against the pillow beneath him, the way he clenches and spasms against her tongue—letting her entire world contract to just what she is doing in this moment. Just his body, just the pleasure that she can give it, and the pleasure that she feels in that act of giving. No rush, nothing else to do, nowhere else to be. Only this.

When she senses that he's ready for more, she sits back, pulls a glove over her right hand, and flicks open the bottle of lube.

"This might be cold," she warns, before slicking her fingers and bringing them to his entrance. Again, she takes her time, stroking and massaging and adding lube until he feels ready for more. Still, she seeks the confirmation of an enthusiastic, nodding yes before she slides the tip of her middle finger inside.

He's tight and warm and whimpers gorgeously as she works her finger in and out, pressing a bit deeper with each stroke until she is in up to her knuckle. "You're doing so well," she praises. And, when she is able to slide in and out with ease, she asks, "Do you want another finger?"

His yes is dreamy and desperate, the way he always sounds when she's inside of him, and even without seeing his face, she can imagine his closed-eyed, blissed-out expression when she pulls out fully before pressing back in with middle and index together.

As she stretches him open, she slips her free hand down between her legs. Her cunt is dripping, clit swollen from the sight of him taking her fingers and from the thought of what she's going to do to him next. She runs her fingers idly through her folds, the friction little relief, only arousing her more. It's okay, though. She can be patient.

But perhaps the same can't be said for Copia. When she twists her wrist just so, brushing up against that spot inside of him that drives him wild, he begs her to fuck him.

"Are you sure?" It's half checking in, half teasing.

"If you don't," he gasps, "I think I'm going to die."

"Well, we wouldn't want that, would we?"

She extracts her fingers slowly and slicks a generous amount of lube over the dildo protruding from between her legs, stroking up and down the length as she positions herself behind him. She rubs the head against his entrance before finding just the right angle and pressure to slip past the gentle resistance.

She holds perfectly still when she's seated fully inside him, waiting for his body to adjust to the fullness. She strips off the glove—turning it inside out and tossing it off into the shadows to be dealt with later—and runs her palms soothingly over his skin.

"Okay?" she asks.

"More than okay."

"Good." She grips his waist, bracing herself as she begins to move in and out in slow, shallow thrusts. "You're so fucking good…"

He tilts his hips up to meet her thrusts, giving her permission to build speed, to set a rhythm that fills the air with the sounds of their slapping skin and his exclamations of pleasure. Beatrice can feel sweat beading on her forehead as she fucks into him, and her arousal coating inner thighs, and the beginning of the satisfying soreness that will envelop her lower body come morning. It will be worth it, to have had him like this, the pain a reminder that will have her smiling and blushing all day.

Eventually, his moans become more frantic, his knuckles white as he twists the sheets, and he gasps out, "I— I don't know how much— cazzo— how much more I can take—"

Beatrice slows, pulls out. "Turn over for me?"

They resposition themselves so that Copia is on his back, gazing up at her with dazed eyes, pupils blown wide. She wastes no time in slicking more lube over her cock and reseating it inside him, finding her rhythm once again, rolling her hips against him as she holds his legs pressed open and back. His cock is so flushed and hard that it looks painful, weeping pre-come, bobbing helplessly with her every thrust.

"Touch yourself," she gasps. "I want to watch you come."

It's not going to take long, she knows, as he takes himself in hand with short, fast strokes focused toward the head. She tries to match his pace, and with each snap of her hips, the straps running between her legs rub against her clit, pushing her closer and closer to her own orgasm.

He comes with a shudder, and she follows close behind, both of them crying out as his release shoots across his belly and coats his hand. She waits until they've both begun to come down, then pulls out carefully and collapses on the mattress beside him. Both of them are wrecked, smeared with lube and sweat and cum, utterly exhausted and deeply, completely happy.

Copia looks over at her—all winded and flushed and smiley, so beautiful it makes his chest ache. "I love you."

"Love you, too."

"Did you have a good birthday?"

"The best. I couldn't possibly ask for anything more."

"Ah, I wouldn't say that, if I were you."

"What do you mean?" she asks, groaning internally. If he has any more surprises in store, they're going to have to wait. She feels like she can barely move.

"You haven't even had cake yet, amore."

This sets Beatrice off into a fit of breathless laughter, and it's a very long time before she can even speak to explain, to a confused Copia, just what she finds so funny.

[silent-sanctum]

The Part 3 Dilemma

I have one of this random thoughts of mine and it's about one of the complaints about Stardust Crusaders

"I dropped at Part 3 because the plot dragged too long" "The Monster-of-the week trope made it boring"

Personally, I don't mind it (thanks to Jotaro's presence tbh). But I do understand why others feel that way. I feel like the reason Araki decided to stick with that set-up is because for one, it's a shonen series (a.k.a a manga who's targeted for young boys), and two that it's because it's his way of experimenting with a new power system.

So, you can't really blame a guy who wanted to test things out in the beginning rather than to focus on writing a more engaging story, more so when him knowing that the introduction of Stands and their powers was able to bring him the most commercial success.

But from a writer's perspective and someone who watches a lot of shows, I think what made SC such a sludge to get through is this part's lack of subplots.

What do I mean by that? Let me explain:

"A subplot is a narrative thread that is woven through the media to support the elements of the main plot. A subplot can build out the conflict in the main plot or it can be a vehicle for a secondary character's storyline."

Essentially, it's a method of fleshing out the story more by introducing the audience a side story to either tackle a theme that's related to the main plot or develop a character more to better understand their purpose in the story.

Now let's look at Part 3

The central point of this part is that a big bad has returned to wreak havoc on the Joestars and the world and it's the heroes' job is to get rid of him once and for all. It's odyssey-based where we get to see the guys go on this journey and fight the bad guys until they reach the final stage.

But because this part involves just that- the fighting bad guys part- for 40+ episodes, it bores the audience because of how repetitive it's becoming. There's nothing else it has going on for it to keep the audience engaged.

There's a significant lack of subplots to enhance their journey to Egypt.

Compare that to the other parts…

Part 4: A slice-of-life/murder mystery plot that focuses on the stories of its residents (e.g. Koichi's development, Okuyasu's family issues, Yukako's obssesion, Rohan's antics as a mangaka, Josuke's bond with Joseph), before tying them into the main plot in the second half (e.g. Reimi's murder, the involvement of the Stand arrow, focus on Kira's mind as a psychopathic serial killer) Part 5: Got to look into the past of each of Bucciarati's crew: Giorno and Bucciarati's childhood, Mista's pre-Stand user life, Abbachio's past as a cop, Diavolo and Trish's dynamic, Fugo's history with his anger issues. There's also the involvement of the Stand arrow, brief focus on La Squadra's perspective, etc. Part 6: Explores the characters of Ermes (seeking justice for the death of her sister), FF (their path of finding their identity), delving deep into DIO's psyche about "attaining heaven", Weather Report's history with Pucci and Perla, and the estranged bond between Jolyne and Jotaro.

This is Araki improving his craft but when we compare that to Part 3, we can see that P3 only got the "fighting enemies until we reach the boss" plot going on. And that's tedious to get past.

Sure we got one subplot going: Polnareff's quest of avenging the death of his sister.

His purpose of joining the Crusaders in the first place was to find the killer. It's been tackled for more than one episode and in the process, we see him form rapport with the allies he made while still sticking to his mission, allowing the audience to connect to the Frenchman more (even to the point where they start to joke that he's the main protagonist instead of Jotaro)

But what of the rest? What of the development of the other Crusaders?

Kakyoin and his past as a lonely child born with a Stand?

How Avdol met Joseph, and what his motivation was to continue working with the latter?

Maybe a subtle foreshadowing of Joseph's infidelity or how he's doing in New York prior to the quest?

Heck maybe even a background as to why Jotaro turned to delinquency when in the past, he's seen or viewed as a regular happy child who does well and is active in school?

Instead, what we got is Kak's past revealed as a last minute attempt to make us feel sympathy for him as he's dying, Avdol died without much going about him, Joseph is just there to be the secondary Jojo, and 3taro is most of the fandom's worst version of Jotaro because at a surface level, he's seen only as a rude standoffish teenager who does not emote for no reason.

We don't get to connect with the Crusaders as much or as deep because we don't know them outside of "we're here to defeat the big evil" and a bunch of fighting.

tldr: Not enough character development because there's too much of the "beat the bad guys and win"

I don't know. It's just my personal take because usually when I consume media, I tend to get hooked onto the story when there's mini stories that fleshes out the overarching theme.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk

[winniethewife]

Jewels made of stardust

(Poe Dameron x OC! Rhoswen Jewelace.)

Chapter 14: Been asking after you

Warning: Injuries, Blood, Angst

Last Chapter ~ Next Chapter

Words: 954             

Poe had never felt more determined in his whole life, not when he joined the new republic, not when he joined the resistance, not when he helped take out Starkiller base. No this was the moment. This was the moment he needed to be the best he could be. He had to save the love of his life. As he stood in front his squad as they planned a rescue he couldn’t help but feel his heart thumping in chest. The plan was risky but they had to give it a try. Luck was on their side, they had already managed to find out where they were keeping Rhoswen, now they just had to get her. As he dispands the group to get ready he gets stopped by Finn and Rey. They look concerned, he knows they are, he probably looks terrible, he hasn’t been able to sleep since she was captured, his dream haunted with her tears and screams, the last words he heard from her echoing in his mind.

“Don’t hurt him! You have me, leave him!”  She had pleaded with Kylo through the tears, and he couldn’t prevent it, he could only watch. He shook his head and looked at his friends, he saw the look in their eyes. As he tried to smile to reassure them he could only share a grimace. As they approach he tried to straighten up.

“You look like a mess Poe, are you sure you wanna lead this?” Finn asked concern lacing his voice. Rey nods in agreement.

“I have to, If I’m not there…I won’t be able to live with myself.” He says with more confidence then he feels. He has to. He has to. “I have to.”

“You have to.” A motherly voice from behind him causes him to turn on his heel to be face to face with Leia. Behind her tails the adorable round droid that had been by his side for so long. BB-8 rolls up to Poe running into his shin as he lets out a soft series of disheartened beeps. Poe got down on one knee to rub the droids head.

“Yeah I know buddy, I miss her too.” He tried to be comforting.

“We all do, and that’s why you’re going to get her.” Leia says with confidence, placing a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. As he looked at her poe felt a rush of responsibility and confidence. He stood up and looked over at his friends before looking back at Leia.

“I’ll bring her back. No matter the cost.”

~

As Poe ran through the first order base he had hoped this would go slightly smoother. After he had disembarked the falcon at a discreet entry point something had the alarms going off and several Stormtroopers on his heels was not the definition of a stealth mission. He turned to fire a few more shots at those who were perusing him before taking a sharp turn down a hallway.  He tried to pick up the speed as he saw the path that lay ahead.

“Now!” He shouted into his comlink as he ran for the blast shield door that lead to the detention center. He had to hope the others had gotten to the control room in time. With luck on his side the door opens just enough for him to slide under. As he tucks and rolls out of the way he glances around. He may not have been to this base but they lay out was still all to familiar. As he looked down a passage way he could spot the interrogation room. Images flash before his eyes of his experiences in one of those chairs. He shakes his head. Rhoswen, He has to focus on Rhoswen. He stands up and carefully makes his way to the cell block, as he makes his way around he tries to avoid being noticed. That’s when he finally finds her. He feels his breath hitch in his chest as he lays eyes on her for the first time in weeks. Her skin is bloodied and bruised, her hair darkened with dried blood flecked in with sweat. When he finally manages to get to her side and sees her face he can hardly contain the rage he feels as he takes in the damage, her nose leaking blood and her eyes blackened, a purple bruise forming around her neck draws his eyes. If he could get his hands on that Ren he would not see the light of day ever again. Poe gently lifts her in his arms and brings her forehead to his lips kissing her gently and taking in her familiar scent, tainted with the metallic sting of the blood. The first order would pay for this, they would pay with their lives. As he carried her through the cross fire to their escape he hears the shouting of her brother in the distance and he know hes gotta hurry. He manages to get to the hanger just as falcon lands inside, with Chewy and Rey at the helm, Finn beckoning him in from the access hatch. He sprints onto the ship, holding his precious cargo in his arms. As he clambers on board and they take off he looks down to see her hand clutching to his shirt and her eyes just slightly open.

“Poe…I-I love you…I love you…love you…Love” she manages to croak out with tears mingling with the blood on her face.

“Shhh….Shhh…I know, I Love you…Its okay… you’re safe now….you’re safe now.” He starts to break down as his dark eyes meet her sparkling emerald ones. He gingerly places her in a bed. He wouldn’t leave her side. Not now. Not ever.

~

Masterlist

Tag: @femmeanonymelives @silvernight-m @reallyrallyauthor

[lacependragonwrites]

I've officially named all 9 types of aether dust tree in Starmont.

The thornwitches of House Rose have the Thornleaf tree.

The wildwitches of House Hibiscus have the Wildfang tree.

The craftwitches of House Zinnia have the Craftlight tree.

The hedgewitches of House Yarrow have the Hedgeroot tree.

The tinkerwitches of House Dephinium have the Tinkerspur tree.

The heartwitches of House Wisteria have the Heartstring tree.

The dustwitches of House Marigold have the Dustquake tree.

The veilwitches of House Oleander have the Veilscrypt tree.

And the starwitches of House Lily have the Starseeker tree.

[charliethomascoxuniverse]

In the Footsteps of a Saint

FAITH TODAY：MAY 2011

Catholic actor Charlie Cox is making waves across the Atlantic – and he’s about to hit the cinemas in his native UK playing a saint in a new movie.

FAITH TODAY went to meet him.

How does it feel to be a saint?  That’s something no-one alive can ever really know, since sainthood is only acknowledged after death: but up-and-coming actor Charlie Cox knows more about it than most. Cox, 28, is the star of There Be Dragons, a new movie about the early life of St Josemaria Escriva, the Spaniard who founded Opus Dei.  So – given that he’s a Catholic himself - how did it feel to Cox to walk in a saint’s shoes, and to portray his holiness on screen?

What struck him most, says Cox, is that ‘there seemed to have been no single moment when Josemaria was saintly... instead, what people who knew him spoke about and wrote about was a lifetime of consistently good decisions and a dedication of his entire life to God’.  So in fact, he explains, portraying him meant being very human – and yet aware that decisions often had to be made that weren’t directed at other people, but were directed at God. Playing Josemaria is the latest step on a path that’s fast feeling like the road to the big-time: Cox first appeared on the showbiz radar in 2007 when he got the role of Tristan Thorne in the movie Stardust, and he went on to play the Duke of Crowborough in the ITV drama Downton Abbey.  And just a fortnight before we meet, he’s filmed his first episode of HBO’s prohibition drama Boardwalk Empire, the flagship programme of the new Sky Atlantic channel, in which he plays an immigrant from Northern Ireland with ties to the IRA.  Cox says he’s loving the part: Steve Buscemi, who recently won a Gold Globe award for his portrayal of Enoch ‘Nucky’ Thompson in the series, is one of his all-time heroes, and he can hardly believe his luck in being cast with him.

’Working with Steve feels amazing, I can’t believe how lucky I’ve been,’ he says, as we chat over coffee at a Madrid hotel on the morning of the premiere of There Be Dragons.  He jetted in this morning from New York – he’ll be there filming Boardwalk Empire through the summer and, he says, he can’t imagine a better way of spending the next few months. ‘They’re the nicest bunch of people – and everyone is so confident about how good the series is, so there’s a great buzz about it.’

Working on Boardwalk Empire has taken him a long way from his Sussex roots.  He grew up in Hearst Green, the son of publisher parents – and he was raised a Catholic, like his father, although he was educated at a non-Catholic independent school, Sherborne School in Dorset.  ‘Only about 70 out of 700 boys were Catholics. We had to get up early on a Sunday to go to Mass at a local girls’ school... it would have been easy to skive off it, but actually we never did.  I’ve always loved churches – even now, in a strange city, I’ll often wander around looking at churches.’ There was no history of acting in the family – bar a grandmother who had been at RADA before the second world war – but even as a youngster, Cox was smitten with the idea.  ‘My mum and dad had a fantastic attitude to it,’ he says.  ‘The school wanted me to go to university, play it in safe mode, have a back-up plan.  But my parents came to see me act, and afterwards my dad sat me down and he said: ‘I think you’d be a fool not to pursue this’.  And I don’t know whether I’d be here now if it hadn’t been for that one comment...’ Despite living in the US at the moment, and the fact that his parents spend most of their time these days in France, Cox says Britain will always be home – and he’s very close to his family.  He has a brother, and three half siblings from his father’s first marriage, and his parents have flown to see him in Madrid while he’s over for the premiere of There Be Dragons. After school, he spent a gap year working for a photographer – and even before he could take up a place at Bristol Old Vic Theatre School, he’d landed the role of Theo in the movie Dot the i.  ‘An agent took a punt on me and put me up for the part,’ he says.  ‘I’ve been incredibly lucky, and that was just one of my lucky breaks.’

But it’s not just luck – Cox is immensely likeable, and he’s obviously genuinely passionate about acting.  He’s also been smart enough to realise that he can learn a huge amount from more seasoned actors – so he saw acting alongside Robert de Niro and Michelle Pfeiffer in Stardust, for example, as a fantastic opportunity to soak up knowledge.  And he’s learnt lots more, too, from Roland Joffe, director of There Be Dragons, who was also the film-maker behind The Mission (about the early Jesuits in south America) and The Killing Fields (about the murderous Pol Pot regime in Cambodia), both of which were Oscar nominees.

‘I didn’t think twice about taking the part of Josemaria, and that was down to Roland,’ he says.  ‘He’s such a great director – he really understands the processes that actors have to go through to give their best.  I learnt so much from working with him.’

Given the subject-matter of There Be Dragons, Cox also spent time in the run-up to filming learning about Opus Dei, which has the status of a ‘personal prelature’ within the Catholic Church.  ‘I visited several Opus Dei houses, and I went on a retreat and had a lot of help from an Opus Dei priest, Fr John Wauck.’

Before he made the film, he admits, he’d never heard of Josemaria – and all he knew about Opus Dei was what he’d read in Dan Brown’s book The Da Vinci Code.  But researching Josemaria, he says, what struck him most was the saint’s humanity – and his ability, examined in the film, to forgive.  ‘It was an example I had to put into practice, because one day when we were filming I returned to my trailer to find someone had broken in and cleaned the place out completely,’ he says.  ‘They’d even taken my computer, and the charger, and even my clothes.’ ‘The following day I was due to film one of the big scenes in which Josemaria shows how he can forgive, and I remember thinking: this is really interesting.  And the thing is that I did manage to forgive the guy who nicked my stuff.’ ‘And what I realised, through that incident, was that – though we think of forgiveness as something very moral and impressive, it’s actually something that works totally in your own favour.  Because if you don’t forgive then you’re angry inside – and that anger doesn’t hurt the other person, but it really hurts you.’ Since filming finished for There Be Dragons, Cox has been working on another movie – Moby Dick, due to be released later this year – and now Boardwalk Empire.  It all suggests, I tell him, that fame – which he’s told previous interviewers frightens him – could be beckoning. ‘It’s tricky,’ he says, candidly.  ‘I’ve got friends who have gone on to extraordinary fame, and what I’ve realised through them is that it’s never quite as appealing as it promised to be. ‘On the other hand, like everyone else I want recognition.  I like people to think I’m good at what I do. That’s human nature, isn’t it?’

~*~

[moralchampion]

Got tagged by @landoom thank you sm for tagging me :D

Rules: color the ones that are true and tag fifteen (15) people

appearance:

"I’m over 5’5" (1.67m) // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up (only on office days) // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

hobbies and talents

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand.

relationship

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

aesthetics:

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

miscellaneous:

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy Mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

Tagging: @waru-chan8 @certifiedbi @game-set-canet @distinguishedfifty @guiseppetsunoda @fabiochampioraro @callmecams27 @lil-italian-disappointment @collecting--stardust @dark-nymph3t

I don't know who else to tag but if you wanna do it, say I tagged you :]

[gxtzeizm]

I was tagged by @collecting--stardust and @excuseme-greentea thanks a lot you two 🫶🫶

Rules: color stuff that applies to you and then tag your friends

Appearance:

i'm over 5'5" // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // I have had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards.

Hobbies and talents:

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand.

Relationship:

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online.

Aesthetics:

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season.

Miscellaneous:

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs.

i'm tagging @moosiala @acrazybayernfan @probayern @thomas-mvller @miasanmuller @moonliivee @milfclaren @cuthechicane @lewdo @formulaonedirection @myriad-of-colors @sepangcircuit @tsuchansworld and others who wants to do it as well, consider that you're been tagged by me 😉

[game-set-canet]

thank you so so much for tagging me @schumi-nadal and @rafasbiscuits 💕💕

Rules: bold stuff that applies to you and then tag your friends

Appearance:

i'm over 5'5" // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // I have had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards.

Hobbies and talents:

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand.

Relationship:

i am in a relationship (note of Mira: it's complicated) // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online.

Aesthetics:

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season.

Miscellaneous:

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs.

i'm tagging @waru-chan8 @lxndonorris @eneabastianini23 @collecting--stardust @iishmael @luv-mez but feel free to ignore 🧡🧡

[scarletlich]

Get to know me ask game

tagged by @rongzhi

RULES: bold the ones that are true and tag how ever many people you feel like to do it.

APPEARANCE

Blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing (well aesthetically i like a mix but comfort wise i like loose) // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair (i let my friend bleach it two days before i cut it off) // I have gotten plastic surgery (depends on your definition) // I have or had braces (at least 3 times and i had headgear too) // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look (working on it) // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

I play a sport (used to be a coxswain on my school's crew team for many years, was a captain of the team too) // I can play an instrument (violin) // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIP

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // My parents are together // I have dated a best friend // I am adopted // My crush has confessed to me // I have (had) a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // The sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep (TTRPG podcasts actually) // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // Autumn is my favorite season (if it weren't for the semester yeah)

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle (rarely... chronic insomniac) // I am the mom friend (friends say i have 妈系男友 vibes) // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower (not in the dorm shower but at home yes) // I wish I lived in a video game (would like to live in luofu xianzhou during peace time) // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

Tagging: @mimicori @lily-ocho @zhaotings @fucknectar @yanwangdijunfensi @niteshade925 @buried-in-stardust @unforth