#she origin on my divinity till i

[jymwahuwu]

Jing Yuan who’s always trying to get y/n pregnant :( Ever since he first saw y/n at the Xianzhou Luofu as a traveler passing by since we loved to roam around the galaxy and explore new places and planets, loving the thrill of it more than anything else he got lovesick almost immediately!

He loves to see someone so young and beautiful doing such scary and dangerous thing like traveling alone so as a high ranked general he had to make sure y/n is safe on his territory so he made sure she is at safe and protected place that he was close by so he could be close to her :D

As you loved to be for couple of weeks at the place, you really did love to go out with Jing Yuan on walks and not even a week later at his chambers to play some chess or card games as Mimi fell in love with you almost immediately with you, almost not letting you leave but Jiung Yuan had go let you go for time being :(

Even though he knows he could be your ancestor with how old he is, he quite frankly doesn’t care about it at all. He’s a charismatic man so after 3 weeks of direct and indirect flirting and even a clear romantic dates, you were so shy still so he had to slide a bit of aphrodisiac in your drink the night he knew you would announce you will go in a week to another planet, how did he know? Well…he can just said that you look so cute asleep in your room, as he watched you through cameras he put in your room and those times he kissed you on your lips when he broke in your room, “checking on you” in dead of night as his sinful lips kiss yours for “good night”

He forgot how inexperienced girls are so fun to ruin and corrupt, make them dump :( The way he kissed you sinfully, take (ripped) your clothes off as he pulled you into bed with him… The way your body was so responsive to his touch, losing a count of how much you finished as he put you in a meanest mating press, splitting you hole so deliciously as he creampied you thought entire night, making you go limp for a week straight after :(

At end, there was no doubt when a day you planned to leave after a month, you cried in his arms as two bold lines on pregnancy test were signaling something you didn’t want or planned now, you just thought that you were to young, to childish and free for children, especially when you are not in a relationship with him, it was just a drunk night that was supposed to pass and not have any consequences. He kissed your insecures away as he got to corrupt you till end-

i mean, y/ns pregnancy look divine when your bump showed so quickly, i guess your 6 babies are gonna look so magnificent when they are will look like their daddy ;)

(hiii!!, i had this thought for so long and i didn’t know if you would write for this, so feel free to ignore this :3 haha have a lovely day!)

cw: yandere, non-con, forced pregnancy, forced breeding, aphrodisiac

Who can predict it? You planned your itinerary. Xianzhou Luofu was originally just part of your trip. In the end, you got married there, got pregnant, and settled down…

Jing Yuan knows that changing your mind in such a short period of time is a daunting challenge...especially when you have booked hotels and spaceship tickets to other planets. He tried, really hard. Flirting, dating, but how shy you are >_<

You are leaving. This is not a good sign.

And why - who are you, talented anon, why did you mention "meanest mating press" - I have to search for hentai of mating press again…😣

Whenever, the thought of jing yuan + forced mating press makes me lose my mind.

Those muscles of his are pressing you down, and you are helpless…weak, and your legs are pulled up to the extreme and pressed against your chest. His hands are irresistible. He can wield weapons and has participated in numerous battles. And you are at his mercy. His size hits your pelvic bone, and his round and thick cock reaches the deepest point, pressing against the opening of your uterus. The chaotic sound of water. Your buttocks were spread as wide as possible in humiliation, and with each thrust, the flesh on your thighs swayed slightly. A rough slapping sound. You looked at Jing Yuan with tears streaming down your face. Those amber eyes. Gazing affectionately, as if staring at the most precious thing for him for hundreds of years. His tongue tangled with yours. The slapping sound didn't stop all night long. The seed he has stored for a long time has not been released, and now it is poured into your body. And you can't even move your legs. Just be bred. Sore, sore, but the orgasm was still overwhelming.

[oddyseye]

I agree with your position on Calypso being childlike in Epic is detrimental to male victims of sexual assault, but it *is* within Homer's original work that the suitors had malicious thoughts about Penelope in a similar way. He didn't focus on it so explicitly like Jorge is going to do in Epic, but there are several times when Penelope mentions how much of a threat they are to 'us', and an additional moment where the suitors *do* deliberately express desire to have sex with her, and wait until she has left the room to speak in such a manner. From Wilson's translation:

She [Penelope] went back to her room, and took her son's uneasy words to heart. She went upstairs, along with both her slaves, and wept there for her dear Odysseus, until Athena gave her eyes sweet sleep.

Throughout the shadowy hall the suitors clamored, praying to lie beside her in her bed. Telemachus inhaled, then started speaking.

"You suitors, you are taking this too far. Let us enjoy the feast in peace. It is a lovely thing to listen to a bard, especially with one with such a godlike voice."

From Fagles' translation:

Astonished, she withdrew to her own room. She took to heart the clear good sense in what her son had said. Climbing up the loft chamber with her women, she fell to weeping for Odysseus, her beloved husband, till watchful Athena sealed her eyes with welcome sleep.

But the suitors broke into uproar through the shadowed halls, all of them lifting prayers to lie beside her, share her bed, until discreet Telemachus took command: "You suitors who plague my mother, you, you insolent, overweening... for this evening let us dine and take our pleasure, no more shouting now. What a fine thing it is to listen to such a bard as we have here --- the man sings like a god."

I do wish that Jorge had left in that aspect of Odysseus' time trapped with Calypso intact, as well as his time with Circe. The musical suffers without it because this then does seem to be like a sensationalism thing. Anyway, I have enjoyed reading your breakdowns so far! I hope to see more with the next saga coming out in a few days. Wishing you all the best.

Okay, first off, thank you for being respectful, unlike half the brain-dead trolls who can’t read. I appreciate that you came with receipts, and you know what? That’s rare around these streets, so kudos for that. Seriously. You clearly care about the material, and that deserves respect. But now, let me roll up my sleeves because I do have some things to say.

Here’s Wilson’s translation again, from the same scene you mentioned:

“The suitors made a din throughout the shadowy halls, each man praying to lie beside her in her bed.”

Praying. Highlight it. Circle it in red. These losers were not planning anything; they were fantasizing. Not plotting, not scheming, not planning some coordinated assault. Praying. These morons are fantasizing about her like horny teenagers, not predators with an actual plan. Because that is what they are. Youth.

Even Fagles, who’s more dramatic in his language, sticks to the same tone:

“The suitors broke into uproar through the shadowed halls, all of them lifting prayers to lie beside her, share her bed…”

Lifting prayers. Again, they’re fantasizing, not attacking. These guys are scum, but they’re not warriors. They’re lazy, spineless leeches who drink Odysseus’ wine and stuff their faces with his food while posturing like kings.

The original line goes as follows:

"οἱ δ᾽ εὐχόμενοι πάντες ἐπ᾽ ἀλλήλοισι λέγοντο κοιμηθεῖν."

Translated literally, it says:

“And they, all praying, said among themselves to lie with her.”

Let’s focus on εὐχόμενοι (euchomenoi), the main verb here. It’s crucial because it doesn’t mean “plotting” or “planning.” It means praying, wishing, or hoping — a nonviolent, internal desire directed toward the gods. These guys weren’t conspiring to assault Penelope. They were sitting around fantasizing and asking divine forces to grant them her love (or, more likely, her submission).

Now, let’s look at κοιμηθεῖν (koimethein), which translates to “to sleep”. It is...not even sexual. It is literally a normal verb, “to sleep.” Homer had plenty of vocabulary to describe acts of physical aggression if that’s what he wanted to imply. Words like βιάζω (biazō, meaning “to force”) or ἁρπάζω (harpazō, meaning “to seize”) are all over the Iliad and Odyssey. If the suitors were intending rape, Homer would’ve used more explicit language. He didn’t. Let me contrast this with an actual moment in the Odyssey where sexual violence is implied, when he recalls his time on the island of Calypso:

“ἔνθα μὲν ἀμφ᾽ ἀνάγκῃ, τῇ δὲ θεὰ ἐρῶσά μιν ἔσχε.” (“There he stayed out of necessity, for the goddess, in her love, held him there.”)

Notice the two parts here. Odysseus stayed out of necessity, not because he wanted to. And why was he there? Because Calypso held him. That’s not love. That’s entrapment. Homer makes it clear that Odysseus had no agency in this situation — he was kept there against his will.

Homer uses the same word when Odysseus describes his time with Circe:

“ἀλλ᾽ ἔμεν᾽ ἐν σπέσσι λαῶν ἀνάγκῃ.” (“But I stayed in her halls by necessity.”)

The word ἀνάγκῃ is usually translated to “necessity,” but its meaning runs so much deeper. It implies force, constraint, distress, even violence. This isn’t a neutral word, and it sure as hell isn’t romantic.

When the gods finally intervene in the situation with Calypso, Hermes doesn’t mince words:

“ἀλλ᾽ ἤτοι δὴ νῦν οὔ τοι θέμις ἐστὶν ἄνακτα θνητὸν ἀνδρῶν ἐρύκειν.” (“It is not lawful for you to keep a mortal man here.”)

The gods themselves have to tell Calypso to let him go because she won’t do it willingly. That’s not the behavior of a tragic lover — it’s the behavior of someone who refuses to relinquish control.

Even when she finally agrees to release Odysseus, she doesn’t make it easy for him. She says:

“καὶ τὸν ἔασα πονεύμενον οἴκαδε νοστῆσαι.” (“I will allow him, suffering, to return home.”)

Notice that word — πονεύμενον (poneumenon), meaning “suffering” or “toiling.” She’s not helping him. She’s forcing him to work for his freedom, as if she’s making him earn the right to escape. And what does she give him to leave? Not a ship, not safe passage — she hands him an axe and tells him to build his own raft. But anyway, back to the topic at hand. They suitors, yes, they are lusting after Penelope, but there’s no plan of attack here. They’re scum, but they’re cowardly scum. They want Penelope to hand herself over to them, not because they’re forcing her physically, but because they think they can break her spirit. The whole point of the suitors is that they’re lecherous freeloaders who don’t actually have the guts to do anything.

And let’s talk about context. Penelope is a queen. She’s surrounded by her maids, she has her son in the house, and she’s got the weight of Odysseus’ legacy protecting her. The suitors know they can’t just drag her off to a bedroom without consequences. They’re playing a long game of manipulation and coercion, trying to wear her down until she chooses one of them. That’s why they’re so frustrated by her weaving trick — because she’s outsmarting them at their own game.

If Homer had wanted to imply a real physical threat, he would’ve. This is the same guy who wrote gory, brutal battle scenes and didn’t shy away from dark topics. He wasn’t subtle. If the suitors were planning to physically assault Penelope, we would know. Instead, what we get is a bunch of entitled men sitting around, praying to get lucky.

Now, does this mean the suitors aren’t a threat? Of course not. Their presence is invasive, degrading, and psychologically abusive. Penelope has to endure their constant disrespect and their lewd comments, and that’s horrifying in its own way. But we have to call it what it is: harassment and coercion, not rape.

And I know some people will argue that it’s “just a retelling” and that Jorge has the right to make changes. Sure, he does. But if you’re going to adapt one of the most iconic texts in Western literature, you have a responsibility to understand what you’re working with. You can’t just slap modern trauma narratives onto these characters without considering the implications.

So yeah, I disagree with you. The suitors weren’t planning to rape Penelope. That’s not what Homer wrote, and it’s not what the story is about. The fact that so many people jump to that conclusion says more about our culture than it does about the text.

That said, I do appreciate your thoughtfulness and your willingness to engage in this discussion. It’s rare to see someone actually care about the nuances of the Odyssey, even if we don’t agree. Thanks for that.

[mikimakiboo]

I was wondering if you were doing anything for/with the apple incident. Since it would be like, a clarifying moment for the guys in the tt gang. Like that’s why he’s jumpy and scared all the time. That’s why he was so rude and scared. That’s why he stopped talking to them, he thought they would be aggressive and violent. The servants could think he was cursed by the devil, or a witch or smth. Till it reached a high note, then him and Dream slowly reconciled and reconnect. Then night just starts pouring his soul out with him bc he’s so lonely and scared.

My time to shine and ramblllleeeeeee

Btw since you asked something about my AU just assume I'm in love with you, okay ? I'm your wife now /jk

As you can imagine the answer will contain spoilers regarding Nightmare's backstory SO I'm putting it under the cut :D

So regarding the apple incident, whenever I make AUs including Nightmare he is always corrupted, however the tree of feelings doesn't always fit the narrative, like in Time Travelers AU where Nightmare was born and lives as a noble in the 17th century and not 500 years ago as a guardian

So since there isn't any tree of feelings there isn't any apples either so there technically can't be an apple incident

So that's when the second scenario comes in handy: magic overdose :D

Basically at the age of six Nightmare's magic starts to grow a little too much, he would often choke on a black goop that would form in his soul and go in his throat for him to throw up, and it's a long and painful transformation, I'm talking about years here, from his six years old to his ten years old his magic would slowly overwhelm his soul more and more, come out of the joints, mouth, nose, eyesockets, he would choke and develop quite severe chronic pains until he's eventually covered in goop just like his original corrupted self

One good thing with that scenario is that it allows me to give him a softer personality as he wasn't exactly corrupted, his magic just got messed up, but he's still the same person as his passive self

Now, as Nightmare is living in a very religious time, everyone thought that his messed up magic and black goop was due to some demon possession or that he was cursed by either God, Satan, or any other divine force, and so Nightmare had to go through a lot of exorcisms, lots of different covens but of course none of it worked

He was always insulted and looked down upon as he was seen like a curse by himself: his father died young (when Dream and him were babies), his mother died young too (when they were young adult) and everyone blamed him and his mere existence for it and every other bad thing that happened to other people he ever talked to or looked their way

His own mother, Nim, was part of the people insulting him, by telling him that he was her biggest failure and she should have left him in a coven if only Dream didn't insist so much to keep him

So yeah Nightmare doesn't really think very high of himself and is fully focused on being as good as he can so hopefully people won't see him as a curse anymore

Dream was actually the only one to never turn his back on him, even when they were in different covens/schools (nobles were placed in special schools from 10yo to 18yo, very strict, they had to speak Latin too so that's why Nightmare is fluent) he would always send him letters, so their relationship never got too bad, Nightmare did have a period when he didn't respond to the letters but he never felt resentment or anything toward his twin because he was actually his only friend, so when they were back home together when they got out at 18 they actually became even closer because Dream was really the only one who would listen to him and genuinely love him

So yeah the two brothers are inseparable and rely very much on each other, Nightmare tells everything to Dream and Dream also talks about anything and everything with Nightmare

Now regarding the tt gang, when they learnt about the backstory they did assemble some pieces regarding Nightmare's behavior

Because his obsession with being perfect and not mixing with them, hardly talking to them and keeping his perfect noble image is actually trauma response after years of being talked down and seen as God's mistake, so now he has to appear perfect at all time so he won't have troubles anymore without realizing that this image hurts him too as he bottles up everything he feels and do not act like himself AT ALL

So yeah the backtory do make them understand his behavior better and they do feel very bad for him because obviously it wasn't his fault, he was only a child who should have gone to the doctor to have some magic drained out instead of being exorcized every two days and treated like shit

They'll eventually work through the trauma together

Hope that answers your question :D

[elrielffs]

Shaking off the rust to write something for the first time in years so please forgive any mistakes. I tried to edit but there's only so much you can stare at something. (Unless you're Azriel looking at Elain.)

This was originally supposed to only be a few paragraphs of Elain and Azriel on a secret picnic but quickly spiraled.

Mostly Azriel pov oriented so a lot of simping and being down bad in a pathetically hot way. I hope I captured the vibes I was going for (romantic and horny). If you take the time to read, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!

Part 2 - my god has answered me (Elain pov)

Link to ao3 if you prefer

A Universe so Divine

Part 1 - god is my help

They had situated themselves on top of a blanket on a grassy, tree covered hill overlooking Velaris. The tall, ancient trunks encircled the area, providing a sense of concealment, as the setting sun covered them and the city peaking through the bushes with a quiet golden glow.

Or maybe that's just how everything seemed when he was with her. Golden.

Azriel had taken her here for peace and quiet and for them to finally be completely alone. No one to linger around the Townhouse, halting them from acting on their desires, to come into the room suddenly and startle them apart when the need to be close to each other became to powerful to resist. It wasn't often they could get away like this, but both of them valued the time and made sure to enjoy every second they had no matter how scarce or brief.

Elain had packed a basket like normal and they ate sugary jams and home baked goods of her own creation as they talked easily and free between each other about their day.

Elain sent him teasing glances while she nibbled on a strawberry jam laced cracker--and he had responded with devouring, hungry stares, taking in her uncovered neck and shoulders, how the gauzy, dusty pink dress she had worn today dipped low and the sun’s rays highlighted the dark outline of her body through the thin material. He had to remember to chew his food to at a normal pace.

She was going to be the death of him.

Under other circumstances, eating anything Elain cooked would have been savored and enjoyed slowly but given how often they were truly and utterly alone, Azriel did not even want to spare the time to eat. At least not jam.

But he did, if only to make her happy. Anything to make her happy.

It didn't take long after they had finished for him to be rewarded for his patience as Elain sat up on her knees and stretched her arms out to him. Elain's body quivered with laughter as he greedily pulled her into his lap, her thighs naturally situating themselves on either side of his hips. Their arms grasping at each other like a lifeline as they thrilled in the physical closeness that was often denied them.

For long a moment, they sat there like statues forgotten by time. Eyes closed, foreheads placed together as they took in each others breath, proximity, essence.

Azriel relished the pressure of her body against his, at the sight and scent of her overwhelming his senses. His hands roamed her figure, mapping the dips and curves of her form to commit to memory till he can hold her again.

Elain's hands also explored, taking in the power of his arms, the set of his shoulders, before coming to cup each side of his face in her palms. One hand glided softly along his cheek, warm and velvet against his skin as her fingers found and stroked the roundness of his ears with a gentleness that bordered on obscene.

When Azriel was younger, he resented his blunted ears that marked him as less than, wishing his were pointed like Rhysand's--the mark of the high fae.

Now, Azriel wouldn't care what his ears looked like-pointed, blunt, webbed, furry--as long she kept gingerly trailing her fingertips against the sensitive parts of skin.

Azriel bit back a groan and swallowed heavily, trying to keep himself under control as the desire he always had simmering in him around Elain broke free and rose to engulf him. Even with his eyes closed and his focus on mastering himself, he could feel the triumphant smile on her face at the response she knew she'd elicit, the little minx. This was their game, how long they could withstand the chaste gestures before someone shattered, before the innocent brush of fingers became feral, carnal, became a need.

So far, they had a pretty even score.

He had to touch her, had to mitigate the craving welling within him, had to have her bare skin against his own no matter how minute. He brought one of his arms up from around her body to rest his hand against her exposed neck, noting with a certain sense of male gratification how she angled her head to give him better access. His scarred fingers tangled in the loose strands of her silky hair, as his hand slid back to settle against her nape, thumb coming to massage against the pulsing point under her jaw.

He felt her tremble from the texture of his scarred hands skimming across her skin, heard the shaky intake of her breath as Elain also fought to restrain herself. His hands were another insecurity about himself he didn't care for till he learned all the exquisite sounds he could call forth out of her just by touch alone.

Grinning, he opened his eyes to take in her warm, sultry, doe eyed stare, a rich brown that sparkled when caught in stray sunbeams filtering in through the leaves. He could get--did-- get lost in those eyes. He would happily drown in her gaze and never come up for air if left to his own desires.

He didn't blink as he watched her intense introspection lower to his lips, flashing quickly back up when his widening smirk alerted her to the fact that he had noticed. A light dust of pink began to cover her cheeks to match her dress and she quickly averted her gaze to her hands, to focus on the human like ears he possessed.

A diminutive curve of her brow, a tightening of the eyes. A moment and then the already barely perceptible expression was over like it had never been but Azriel noticed. He noticed everything about her.

He didn't need to be a daemati to know what had haunted her thoughts however briefly.

"Do you still miss it?" he asked softly.

Elain's attention shifted back to his golden glower, a small, knowing smile dimpling the sides of her mouth as she appreciated that he saw her--that from the very first he's always seen her—that neither of them had to verbally state what it was. Being human and all that had come with it.

"No," she shook her head gently, that great mane of captured sunlight hovering around her shoulders and sending a wave of her scent for him to breath in.

"For a long time I...," she trailed off, withdrawing her hand and placing it against his chest. He could of cursed himself for bringing it up, for marring their precious time alone together, for the touch of darkness that clouded her features. His arm around her waist strengthened, hauling her close to him as if by sheer proximity he could protect her from anything--even her own mind.

He clutched her hand against his chest between them in his own and pressed hard against his Illyrian leathers so she could feel the steady beat within him. A heart that beat only for her.

"I did," she continued, shyly peering up at him from under her long lashes," but now...I don't think I could go back even if I still wanted to."

A relief always to hear the words from her own lips. There was a period where her feelings were quite the opposite--when he and everyone close to her worried if the Cauldron, the metamorphosis, the murky abyss of her unknown powers and the rapid decay of the life she had known would kill her.

But Elain had endured, recovered, in the face of such misfortune and now flourished like a butterfly emerging from it's chrysalis. Azriel could only thank the Mother that she included him in her new found life she was making for herself.

"Though..." she began again, the hand not currently confined in his own rising absentmindedly to hover next to her head. "It took some getting used to...these." These being newly pointed ears--the most telling and damning of her alteration. "It was hard to see my reflection somedays so I..." she hesitated a second before resuming, "I covered them with my hair so I wouldn't have to be constantly reminded every time I passed a mirror, glimpsed a shiny surface, saw myself in someone's eyes."

Azriel understood. There was a memory from a lifetime ago where he had also been locked away in a sunless chasm, his life not his own and his body corrupted outside of his control. Looking at the rough scarred hand that caressed his piece of sunlight given flesh, he understood.

"Well," he said, voice pitched low as he leaned in closer to her, releasing her hand and gathering up a thick lock of her soft tresses to tuck behind her delicately pointed ear to reveal the appendage to his eye.

Elain instinctively copied his movement, leaning in to meet him midway so their lips could connect in a much overdue kiss but he pulled away. He chuckled at her bewildered expression and gave her an admonishing look to keep her in place as he leaned in again to her bare shoulder.

This close, he inhaled deeply the smell of roses and bread, of jasmine and soil. Of home. His home. Her.

He kissed the length of her shoulder then up her neck to her ear, repressing the growl that threatened to erupt from him with the low roll of her hips into his own, of the way her breath quickened in his ear, how hear head fell back to balance in the palm of his hand at her neck, silently asking for more. The arm around her waist lowered for him to slip his hand under her already rucked up dress, to grab at the ample offering of her bottom and squeeze till her flesh overflowed through his fingers.

"I think they are lovely," he whispered to her, allowing his tongue to dart out and trace along the fine ridge of her ear, to taste her. A tremor traveled down her body that Azriel could feel in every pore of his being. He blew slow and tender onto the edge of her ear and discerned with pleasure the tip of her ear quiver in response.

"Everything about you is lovely Elain from the tips of your ears," here he stopped to press his lips gently against her temple as his hand on her buttocks guided her to grind on his confined, straining cock, "to the bottom of your feet." He would kiss those too if he could. He would smother her with kisses everywhere he could reach, mark her body with touches of adoration from his lips, praise her like a sermon with his mouth until any thought of her not being completely and entirely perfect left her mind. Human or fae.

He observed with pleasure the tinged pink color now marring the fragile tips of her ears and he knew the color would match with the blush that now undoubtedly heated her cheeks. He would have to ask for her to display her ears more often when they were not alone, to see if he could evoke the same response in her in a secret language that only they two knew when surrounded by others.

He felt her hand still pressed between their bodies claw viscously at his shirt, her nails piercing the leather as she began to move her hips in earnest against him, her covered core against the large bulge that he desperately wanted to free from his pants.

"Azriel," Elain panted hot and heavy to his hearing, her voice laced with want and demand as her other hand came up to entwine her fingers into his hair and tug backwards. He chucked darkly and obeyed for what else could he do. He was hers to do with as she willed.

When their gazes clashed again his shy flower was gone, though the blush remained ever present. Instead she now stared at him with a look that burned, that scorched his soul with a craving, a longing, a thirst no water could quench.

With a dominating thrust of her hips and hands, she shoved him to fall back onto the ground with her still on top, thighs clenched to his sides trembling uncontrollably. A hiss escaped him at her insistence, at her need, his hands automatically grabbing her hips to bring her down onto his hard length while simultaneously bucking up into her.

"Kiss me," she commanded, inclining over him to curtain the face of their tryst with her magnificent hair. Her chest heaved and her breath came out in gasping cries of untapped desire.

He could deny her nothing and with dusk falling all around them and the stars winking into existence, their lips lay claim to each other in a collision of ferocity and passion.

Finally.

god is my help

[bylerlipglances]

FIREBALL

this could be the sound of Will shooting fireballs. The same OST plays 'She'll Kill You'

Will doesn't look too thrilled to use the fireballs but he can rise to the occasion when the time demands it. Till then, he'll stick to his wisdom. (possibly due to its adverse reaction, eg: nuclear bombs are potent but come with terrible side effects, irreversible damages). HE USES THEM WISELY. Foreshadowing his restrain.

*FIRE CAUTION*

Note: These might be little far-fetched. This is my failed attempt to understand why dialogues emphasised on color of fireball? i could be way off. i am following Marvel's interpretation since X-Men and Superman have been mentioned by the party.

GREEN LANTERN AND color of his ring theory

Green lantern powers(embedded in his rings) and parallel with will byers. 'Will' POWER is his actual power. Will is at the centre of his power.

Energy Projection: It can emit powerful blasts of energy, create force fields, and provide energy-based attacks for offense and defense. (electromagnetic field & fireballs?)

Data Analysis and Scanning: it can scan for information, detect energy signatures, and provide tactical analysis.(Nina project, IP?)

Teleportation: Some rings have the ability to teleport the wearer across vast distances. (true sight, now memories?)

Environmental Adaptation: It creates a life-support system for the wearer, allowing them to survive in extreme conditions, including the vacuum of space. (upside down?)

Time Travel the ring has been used to manipulate time. Wormholes and Spatial Warps: The power ring grants its wearer access to wormholes in space, enabling the ring wielder to rapidly cut time and distance needed for transport. The Guardians established at least one known wormhole to Oa, which once required the use of a power ring to enter. (Gates)

Weaknesses

Willpower Dependence: The ring’s strength is directly tied to the user’s willpower and emotional focus. If the user doubts themselves or loses concentration, the ring's effectiveness diminishes.

Limited Charge: The ring has a finite charge and must be recharged regularly using a power battery, which connects to the Central Power Battery on Oa. If it runs out of energy, the user becomes powerless. (Dustin's remark "Dead battery". eleven being drained)

speaking of charger, Mike is shown to be directly or indirectly associated with POWER SWITCH & SOCKETS ( source of energy? a charger ? a battery? for will?)

Vulnerability to Fear (Parallax Influence) : Lanterns' weakness to the 'COLOR YELLOW' came from the Fear entity trapped within the Green Lantern Corps' central power battery.

Mental or Emotional Instability: Strong negative emotions (fear, doubt, or anger) can interfere with a Green Lantern's ability to wield their ring effectively.

Mental Instability Protocol: Drug use, neural interference, vertigo or other forms of mental incapacitation can render the wearer unable to use their ring, rendered useless.

“I don’t know who’s been raising you, but I’m gonna get you some new crayons because it looks like he’s shooting cabbages.”

Is Will a Most Powerful 'Failed experiment'? like Madelyne Pryor?

Another green x-men, who is, possibly the most powerful, Goblin Queen (Clone of Jean) , X-Men Goblin Queen, Madelyne Pryor, X-Men's Most Dangerous, anti-hero. She unlocked her latent psychic powers. In addition to those, Madelyne also had the ability to perform sorcery, which she used to summon goblins and demons.

Madelyne eventually learns that she's a clone of Jean created by Mister Sinister. Sinister originally discarded her as a failed experiment, until the Phoenix itself gave Madelyne sentience.

Madelyne's powers are incredible hence the suggestion. might i add, a close parallel to will's alleged powers.

i am a more of a 'will byers is superman' kinda guy. but my personal favourite being will byers 'a divine deity/god' @greenfiend 's theory.

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connecting green lantern with Kryptonite: Green latern's ring can project beams of force powered by the will of the user. The ring can be used to 'produce kryptonite' and kryptonite radiation.

in context of SUPERMAN

Superman is a regular Kryptonian man, He gets his powers from our yellow sun, green kryptonite cancels that.

Uranium fluoresces green under U.V. light (Atomic Bomb theory correlation)

Green Kryptonite : It was a radioactive element composed of pieces of the exploded planet Krypton. Surviving natives of Krypton, Superman is weakened by exposure to Green Kryptonite. Prolonged exposure could result in fatal radiation poisoning.

Red kryptonite :Superman has suffered the following effects upon exposure to various pieces of Red Kryptonite: Transformed into a dragon, Rendered temporarily blind to anything colored green, Loss of power, Gained telepathy, Generated an evil doppelganger , Mental transference, Personality alteration

vecna mind lair is red toned

BLUE-K : most interesting one is Blue-K (Upside down is blue toned)

Blue Kryptonite can reverse the effects of Red Kryptonite and can work wonders on afflicted Kryptonians. Perhaps Will created upside down to save himself & hawkins? (Superman is credited for manufacturing Blue-K, to save fellow Kryptonian see the kryptonite handbook) Effects on Bizarro(Man of steel's doppelganger and a supervillain) Blue Kryptonite weakens Bizarro (does Upside Down weakeans Vecna, hence he needs tentacles to recharge?) in a similar way to how Green Kryptonite weakens Superman. It can also sedate Bizarro, allowing him to be apprehended. Blue Kryptonite can also have a calming effect on Bizarro, removing his rage toward Superman. Blue-k was created by reversing the ionic charge of green kryptonite.

[moineauz]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃'𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐗 ( rockin'roll ! )

"and if you don't love me now, you won't ever love me again."

★ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃'𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐗 / the 70's rock band that took teyvat by storm

ISSUE 01. Everyone knows who The Sunbird's Six were. Their songs revited through the nations: tender and ethereal with each poignant verse. Yet, the group of six showed they could sing verses of ardour while thirsting with unrequited rage that tore souls apart in one sitting. Their debut and only album ‘Vermilion’ was hypnotic and utterly divine. It was a mosaic of winsome pieces that were put together to make one gut-wrenching album that you ultimately ugly cry to.

SO WHO WAS THE SUNBIRD'S SIX? Comprised of four founding members from Mondstadt, one from Snezhnaya, and the other from Fontaine, we get a cast of Teyvat's most talented musicians. Specifically, Diluc Ragnvindr as lead guitarist, songwriter and vocalist and ( Name ) St. Laurent as lead vocalist and songwriter. The duo bewitched the throng and perhaps themselves with both their flaming allure and vocals. Youth of the 70's wanted to become ( Name ) with all her charm and freedom while some fans died to get a strand of Diluc's hair alone. The other members include Jean Gunnhildr on keys, Rosaria on drums, Kaeya Alberich as bass guitarist, and 'Childe' as rhythm guitarist.

ISSUE 02. Yet, as The Sunbirds Six became a renowned household and rock name, their disbandment remains unknown- until now.

★ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐗

Kaeya Alberich ( bass guitarist ) : Ha! We were good... too good.

Rosaria ( drummer ) : Back then- things were simpler. You wanted to play? Grab an instrument and fucking play. That was our original motto... until things started getting messy. And by messy I mean Diluc and Childe. Maybe even ( Name ) too. *Sighs* Actually, all of us. But, you can't write an album like 'Vermilion' without going through all that shit.

Jean Gunnhildr ( pianist ) : When the four of us first came together, we were decent. We all loved playing- some more than others- but we were okay! *Smiles slightly* But, if you're going to go beyond the walls of the Ravginder basement- we needed more.

Childe ( rhythm guitarist ) : Do I sit here? *Laughs* Oh okay. When I was invited to join the band- I said, "Okay, my partner will join too." and of course, there was zero objection cause you don't find a musician like ( Name ) anywhere... a small part of me selfishly wishes that she [ ( Name ) ] said no when I asked. *Laughs* But who am I kidding? I'd go through all that again and again... even if it meant dealing with Diluc-

Diluc Ragnvindr ( lead guitarist ) We only needed another vocalist, a female one. So, we found one.

Kaeya : I was the one who told him we needed a female vocalist and I found her and Childe.

Rosaria : Rockin' roll is not serious till you really add whatever emotions ( Name ) had in the mix- and that's exactly what she did.

( Name ) St. Laurent : *Smiles sweetly* It was ugly, so ugly. However, bygones be bygones. It was only rockin' roll.

Diluc : It was not just rockin' roll.

★ ARTISTS AND OTHERS. Diluc Ragnvindr, 'Childe' or Ajax, Jean Gunnhildr, Rosaria, Kaeya Alberich, Zhongli, Lisa, Neuvillette, Albedo Kreideprinz, Xinyan, Pantalone, Rosalyne Lohefalter and more.

UPDATES AND POSTSCRIPT. Updates at least once a week (subjective to change). Female pronouns and vocal references.

SIDE COMMENTS. I love rock so let’s combine both. (If you genuinely understand the song reference in the beginning you are my friend now). Inspired by Fleetwood Mac, Stevie Nicks, Florence Welch, the ambient sounds of the 90’s (Mazzy star and Mojave 3), Daisy Jones & the Six and of course the 70’s. Warnings will be in each chapter.

WHAT DO THEY SOUND LIKE? Here is a playlist of the previous artists and more to give you a feel!

★ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 / the album , track 01

expect occasional changes to the track as the story develops

PREFACE — who are you? WILD CHILD — don't stop the music!

Vermilion

Stay Around (or not)

Reverie

Don’t Look Back Now

Runner Up

Tell Me You Love Her

Bright, Young, Woman

The Voices

White Lies

Visceral

Underneath My Skin

Valberry

Gone to Waste

Shoot Your Shot

From Afar

Dawn’s Shadow

In Leather and Faux Fur

Two for Two

My Monoceros Caeli

Deep Six

INWARDS NOT OUT — tell me, how have you been honey?

TAGLIST. @aphrodict @tragedy-of-commons @tipheeweefee @nyoomiin @https-mika @stvrdew @kascar-chronicle if you are interested in becoming part of the taglist, then drop by through an ask!

[insomniakisses]

hii! what kind of alpha do you think katherine would be and how she acts towards her omega? <3

A/n: omg Hiiiii!! I see u in my notifs alot 😄

A/N: Find my new TVD Stuff here -> @multifandomkisses

Katherine Pierce as your alpha Headcannon

Character: katherin pierce nèe katerina patrova (The vampire diaries universe)

Reader type: G/n, omega, afab

Warning/notes: SFW & NSFW themes, nsfw stuff will be under the cut, MINORS DNI, OMEGAVERSE AU, true mates (soulmates)

Getting together (sfw)

- okay so this girl didnt know what to do when she caught feeling

- ofc she wants to jus pull u into her arms and hold u forever

- BUT

- shes under the impression u hate her along with the rest of ur friends (the mystic gang)

- and many supernaturals tbf girlie got some enemys

- also why shes unsure

- the last thing she wants is to hurt u or be why u r hurt

- your her fragile little human at the end of the day

- she confesses when shes trapped in the tomb (season 2) and a little whoozie from not having blood in her system

- elena pushed u in for her to feed on u in exchange for information about the originals

- she was 75% sure kat wouldnt kill u

- still kinda a dick move tho 😒

- kat imediatly feeds on u sinking her fangs into ur neck

- after a few mouthfuls her senses kick in

- her eyes go wide AFFFFFF

- from ur scent she can tell ur her true mate

- whimpers as she pulls away

- feeding u her blood for ur wound as she holds u closer

- knows now that she cant leg u go or ignore her feeling bc ur destined for eachother

- glares at elena

- elena is like ????

- “i gave u blood now u give me answers”

- que kat picking u up and speeding to the centre of the tomb

- she kisses ur healed neck softly as an apology

-“u should get better friends”

- “she didnt bite into my neck and almost kill me katerina”

- 😳😒 “i object to the first part, but say my name again?”

- “Katerina~”

- girlie is jus 😳 bc she loves how her name sounds on your tongue

- she shyly asks if she can kiss u

- you smirk at her and say youll give her a kiss everytime she tells u something about klaus and why elenas in danger

- pouty huffy baby but will agree.

- u gave her MANY kisses

- made u sit in her lap tho

General relationship hcs (sfw)

- PROTECTIVE

- she sees everyone and everything as a threat

- an unfortunate side affect from running for 500 years

- JEALOUS AF

- wants ur undivided and devoted attention 24/7

- she doesnt share whats hers

- so so so sooooo many kisses

- hugs hugs hugs

- your chair is her lap

- no arguments

- you will sit there with her arms round u as she kisses ur face and neck

- FEEDING ON YOU (if ur okay with that)

- your blood is the sweetest shes ever tasted

- shes sure its a mate thing bc u taste so divine

- loves jus having u on her lap sharing soft kisses

- trailing her kisses to ur neck and around ur mate mark

- kissing to your shoulder and sinking her fangs in

- rubbing ur back when u whine in pain

- drinking from u eyes closed and moaning in delight

- pulling away gently and kissing you

- biting into her lip till it bleeds into the kiss so u take her blood to heal urself

- did i mention cuddles?

- this a touch starved baby

- wants u in her arms all the time

- KISSES

- head kisses

- nose kisses

- cheek kisses

- any type of kisses and shes a soft soft baby

- insecure of your love sometimes

- questions why ur with a monster like her

- u jus tell her how much u love her and how perfect she is

- speaking of love

- when u told her you loved her she jus

- 🥺 “why?”

- </3333

NSFW

- OH UR FUCKEEEED

- shes rough

- R O U G H

- this girl will fuck u into a coma on a soft day

- choking

- spanking

- clit spanks / pinches

- nipple pulling / pinching

- marking (biting, scratches, bruises)

- ties u up

- owns a leg spreader but hardly uses it bc u cant out power her

- breeding press is her go to

- having u on ur back under her

- knees pushed to ur chest

- wrists tied to the headboard

- pussy spread wide for her

- her dick fucking hard fast and deep

- balls practically spanking ur ass and pussy as they hit u with ever thrust

- her hands propping her up

- hammering her hips into u

- biting and kissing at your neck, jaw, shoulders and chest

- occasionally feeding

- kissing u and sucking on ur tongue

- degrading u

- praising u

- calls u her little cock slut, cum dump, dirty whore etc

- fills u with 4-7 loads before popping her knot

- rubs ur clit till her knot goes down

- then she’ll pull out and round 2 starts 😉

AFTERCARE

- shushes ur whines as she pulls out of u

- kisses every mark on ur body so sofly

- praising u as she does

- soft soft touches and kisses

- speeds out to start a bath running

- uses every fancy and extortionately priced bathing product

- scoops u up and and places u on the sink counter

- kissing your head with a coo at the whine of how cold it is against ur bruised ass

- speeds off to change the sheets in vamp speed

- comes back and kisses you softly as she pulls u into her arms as she leans to flick the water off

- climbing into the bath with u

- setting u on her lap as she leans against the side of the bath

- your back against her chest

- slowly and gently washes u as u fall in and out of sleep

- the heat of the bath and all the relaxing products lulling u to sleep

- holding you until the water runs cold

- gently getting out with u in her arms and setting u onto the towel she placed atop the bed

- towelling u dry so soft and gentle as to not wake you

- picking you up and placing you under the covers

- getting in after you and pulling u into her arms softly nuzzling into your neck

A/n: I LOVE HER SM 🥹🥹

[yaeggravate]

hi i'm back with more crack theories about kaeya and everyone's favorite purple crystal 🥰

warning: this is just for fun, something to keep us entertained during another kaeya lore drought

a while back, before we knew who the sinner was, i suggested he was a fallen angel who gave kaeya his vision. kaeya's vision is pointedly missing two wings which may symbolize his clipped wings.

since there are some parallels between vision givers (archons) and vision bearers i assumed that the circumstances around kaeya's vision (fighting his brother after a betrayal) might hint towards the sinner also having gone through a sibling fallout.

fast forward, and while i was off about a few things, vedrfolnir does indeed have a sibling, one he betrayed pretty badly 🤭

Dainsleif: The Sinner you wish to know about... His situation is different. He and his fellow sinners have long betrayed me, and long betrayed their nation. Dainsleif: His name is Vedrfolnir, "The Visionary." Dainsleif: I'm loath to admit it, but... He is also my kin. My older brother.

who knows, maybe vedrfolnir witnessed the fight between the two brothers and saw himself in kaeya. (there's also something deeply funny about vedr losing his little brother dainsleif and replacing him with a cooler younger brother who also wants nothing to do with him).

Since that day, Kaeya and Diluc have gone their separate ways. But he never discusses it, just as he never discusses the origin of his Vision.

alternatively, perhaps vedr had to keep kaeya alive at all costs and hastily gave him a vision. he just so happens to be a Visionary, a powerful prophet who can divine the fate of the world and apparently see through time itself. ...like some kind of all seeing eye.

you know where this is going.

whether kaeya is a seer or not remains unclear. but there are enough oddities to suggest he knows and sees more than is normal. just look at his hangout! i'm not going to list all the instances but bennett even called him an "omniscient big brother" in an old official blog post. turns out, vedrfolnir is quite literally an omniscient big brother lol.

Kaeya: My dear audience, I ask you this: Do you believe in fate? If fate decreed that your life was to end in tragedy, what would you do?

Kaeya: Fate means to send the machinations of war to every corner of the land, to fan the flames of conflict till they engulf the entire world... Fate would see my sword tainted with the blood of innocents, that the bright banner of my homeland might fly in every nation known to mankind.

Kaeya: Perhaps there's an inept god out there deciding everyone's fates... much like the Akademiya student drafting Darbil's scripts.

how does he know this? is someone dropping spoilers in his ear or does he really have the gift of prophecy?

so imagine for a second kaeya's vision is from vedrfolnir. maybe this created a connection between them which allowed kaeya to catch glimpses of vedr's divinations... this might explain why kaeya was there during the caribert quest. kaeya waited every day for the traveler to show up which to me suggests he was desperate to talk to them. maybe he knew what was going to happen and wanted to warn them. (and then vedr's brother showed up which put a dent in those plans.)

another fun coincidence is that vedrfolnir means "storm pale", "wind bleached", or "wind-witherer". kaeya has many references to storms and wind. (frostwind swordsman, glacial whirlwind, he even came to mondstadt during a storm etc etc). no, this does not mean kaeya is vedr, but hey if child can inherit surtalogi's legacy why can't kaeya inherit vedrfolnir's, who has a history of "helping" the alberichs.

foul legacy is "demon king armament (魔王武装)" in CN, and in fischl's cn voiceline about kaeya, she questions if kaeya has the "demon eye (魔眼)". (it's no coincidence childe's foul legacy form looks like a fucked up seelie)

About Kaeya (CN) Fischl: The reality that cannot be seen through, the karma that cannot be discerned, the mad interweavings of reality and illusion... Perhaps that person and I are alike, shouldering the fate of the "demon eye"...

the sinners are using a power they acquired from the abyss. if the power comes from a demon, who are fallen angels, then it does not kill the fallen angel theory. moreover, the traveler specifically compares venti's upside down statue to the sinner. i think the abyss order are trying to create a mechanical angel; because who else can weave and control ley lines if not the descendants of fate itself? the mecha god might even be used to house vedr himself...

this is not without precedent. i recently found out deshret's mechanical triangle boss, abbreviated as ASIMON, is a reference to the aasimon in dnd, who are angels.... these mechas are imbued with jinn fragments, who are the descendants of the seelie. so essentially, deshret used angel juice to power up his machines.

remus also used the golden seelie bees to weave his symphony. ....sensing a worrying trend here.

i won't lie, it's not looking good for kaeya.

but it gets better

"sinners" and "fishers" in french are almost identical: pécheurs and pêcheurs. this is important because kaeya's ancestor anfortas is named after the fisher king from arthurian legends which was originally written in old french. he's the sinner AND fisher king.

Amfortas is a character from the Grail Romances: the Fisher King (le roi pêcheur) and the Sinner King (le roi pecheur).

kaeya's connections to fishers has been foreshadowed from the beginning; his birthday falls on november 30, which is the feast day of st andrew, a fisherman. his eyepatch in official art has a trident, which was used for spearfishing. (there's also fischl's entire existence aka fischer.)

he even has a hangout pic where he catches a fish. in that same route he went by the alias of albert rich, which might also be a reference to the fisher king being a "rich fisher". it's a double pun!

if kaeya is the new "fisher" or "sinner king", what would he be the king of? khaenri'ah seems like the most logical route. yes, khaenri'ah is gone but it's possible the kingdom can "grow back" just like fischl's immernachtreich.

Oz: "Really? So how do we make your homeland grow back again? Oh, pwease tell me, pweeease, pweeeeease!" Fischl: "Since you inquire so earnestly... give unto me a tranquil haven, promise me eternal admiration, lend me both time and wind, and one shall revive one's homeworld."

...or perhaps kaeya's future "kingdom" is simply mondstadt, which may be a pun on monsalvat, the fisher king's realm.

OR, even crazier, sinner king is literal, and the power the sinners are using belongs to a branch of kaeya's mysterious family... (not necessarily the alberichs).

we don't know yet if anfortas was born an alberich; for all we know he might have been adopted or married into the family. if this is the case, anfortas's lineage could be anything... we also can't forget kaeya's mother, who is an even bigger mystery than kaeya's father.

About Fischl (CN) What? You're saying that Fischl hiding one eye is very fitting for her image as "Prinzessin der Verurteilung"? Haha, by this logic, I should be a descendant of a last generation of royals, right?

😒

[percabeth4life]

I’m sorry if this is a repeat, I have no clue if I sent this in before or not, but what is Aphrodite and Hephaestus’s relationship like, according to the myths and such?

It varies honestly. Like- from a lot of fragments we know he won Aphrodite as a wife by freeing Hera from the trap he made for her (and Aphrodite did agree to wed the one who did so, but supposedly she believed it would be Ares who succeeded).

There's some myths that show them as enjoying time together quite a bit

Apollonius Rhodius, Argonautica 1. 850 ff : "Kypris [Aphrodite], the goddess of desire, had done her sweet work in their hearts [and mated the visiting Argonauts with the widowed women of Lemnos]. She wished to please Hephaistos, the great Artificer, and save his isle of Lemnos from ever lacking men again . . . The whole city [of Lemnos] was alive with dance and banquet. The scent of burnt-offerings filled the air; and of all the immortals, it was Hera's glorious son Hephaistos and Kypris [Aphrodite] herself whom their songs and sacrifices were designed to please."

But in contrast she was definitely with Ares

Homer, Odyssey 8. 267 ff (trans. Shewring) (Greek epic C8th B.C.) : "Demodokos [the Phaiakian bard] struck his lyre and began a beguiling song about the loves of Ares and Aphrodite, how first the lay together secretly in the dwelling of Hephaistos. Ares had offered many gifts to the garlanded divinity and covered with shame the marriage bed of Lord Hephaistos. But Helios (the sun-god) had seen them in their dalliance and hastened away to tell Hephaistos; to him the news was bitter as gall, and he made his way towards his smithy, brooding revenge.

And they were shamed for it as "ill deeds never prosper"

I do find it interesting, as a side note, that Poseidon actually advocated strongly to Hephaistos to free Ares, and even offered to pay Ares' debt to Heaphaistos.

Continuing, though there are stories a plenty of their time, an awful lot of what we have actually comes from the Roman era. While these stories are undoubtedly at least partially based in older tellings, we seem to be missing a fair few...

However, in the Odyssey, they actually get divorced.

Homer, Odyssey 8. 267 ff (trans. Shewring) (Greek epic C8th B.C.) : Come, Father Zeus; come, all you blessed immortals with him; see what has happened here . . . You will see the pair of lovers now as they lie embracing in my bed; the sight of them makes me sick at heart. Yet I doubt their desire to rest there longer, fond as they are. They will soon unwish their posture there; but my cunning chains shall hold them both fast till her father Zeus has given me back all the betrothal gifts I bestowed on him for his wanton daughter; beauty she has, but no sense of shame.’"

This line is basically: give me back the betrothal gifts (so we're no longer together).

Notably, in the Iliad Hephaistos is married to Aglaia, rather than Aphrodite.

Pseudo-Apollodorus and Nonnus, Dionysiaca also mention that they divorced. They don't use the words divorce, but they are clearly separated and no longer considered together.

So, they had at least a period of time together, but as Aphrodite loved Ares (whom she'd wanted to marry) they had an affair which ended the marriage with Hephaistos.

Some mythos also mentions that he cursed Harmonia, daughter born of the Aphrodite and Ares affair, but I need to do more research on the origins of this mythos as the sources I've found are both Roman era.

Hope this answers your question!

[yael-art-den]

i'm imagining a better world

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

oh dear, here's some lyrics for a vaggie country song about falling for lucifer's daughter oops~

I’m sinner down in hell a wingless angel who never fell ‘till the devil’s daughter so softly took my hand

Lived my life ‘till twenty five last year on earth I was alive I died and woke there at the pearly gates

The angels smiled and grabbed at me applauding at my destiny to have found my way- somehow- up there with them

One angel stood up from the rest with golden wings and puffed out chest said the first original man on earth was he

He whispered “I’ve a job for you a special one, just for the few!” he looked me up and down and said “You’ll do”

They gave me armor that fit too tight gave me a blade, told me to fight and earn the spot in heaven I don't deserve

They showed me how to use a spear told me to fly down once a year to cull the rising tide so deep in hell

With tarnished halo on my head I killed those souls already dead on ashen wings, by the hundreds, struck them down

Then there among the demons wild impossibly, I saw a child- crying as he cringed from me in fear

I couldn’t strike, he was so young I let him go, I told him run and turned as a shadow fell from above

A blade cut my own left eye free as the angels tore my wings from me and left me, saying “there’s no place for you up there.”

I threw away all that they’d gave with hell itself as my self-dug grave in an alleyway, awaiting for judgment’s call

Now here’s the part that’s hard to tell of how the princess, herself of hell found me, and gently bound up my wounds

Her taloned hands were soft and kind she knelt in filth, didn’t seem to mind and the only flame burning in her eyes was care

I caught a glimpse beyond divine as her brimstone breath mixed with mine without a word, I swore my soul to her

But of all the things for her I’ll do be her friend, her lover, and her armor too- one thing I cannot give is the truth

She's sure there’s a second chance found in even the darkest soul of sin if only someone gave to them a hand

So how could I ever explain how many souls of them I've slain and all the chances that I took away

She’s all I have, she’s all I need I fell to Pride- I belong in Greed- more than salvation, all I want is her

So I’ll keep quiet and tell half lies and burn in the fires of her eyes every time she shares her sweetest smiles with me

If that’s the price I have to pay then here in my own hell I’ll stay standing ever always by her side

Oh Charlie, if someday you know if you look at me and tell me go I’ll reach for you a last time before I do

Betrayal is the word for this faithless lover with every kiss in every night you held me as I cried

This sorry song will have it’s end only so far the truth can bend and when it breaks, I know that we will too

I lived my life ‘till twenty five last year on earth I was alive I died and woke there at the pearly gates

Now I’m sinner down in hell a wingless angel who never fell ‘till the devil’s daughter so softly took my hand

Like a moth drawn to the light I’ve no will in me to fight the Morningstar that leads me to my fate

Charlie- heaven can’t compare to any hell that has you there and I hope you never doubt that part is true  

even if it's sinful- how much that I loved you

[ixtaek]

May as well post my TotK rewrite ideas which I largely was freewheeling while playing with my sister then tried to write while half asleep.

Under the readmore because it does get long and ramble-y due to being written while I was sick.

Rauru is Hylian and explicitly descended from the Link and Zelda in Skyward Sword, Sonia is now Sheikah (who are native to the surface). There are no Zonai.

First parts of the story basically the same. Zelda vanishes. Link gets a new arm. Ganondorf suavamente (sorry my siblings and I have been watching a lot of terminal-montage lately)

Rauru is a little more proactive telling you about the imprisoning war and directing you to find new Sages. He appears more often in the plot to greet the new Sage. Also you keep the master sword and with each stone you reclaim, it heals more.

Lightning is removed—Riju is Sage of Spirit because that's what the Gerudo were originally. Instead of Mineru surviving till the present as a Sage, Paya is the Sage of Shadow. Mineru is still a character though!

The memories shown to you by the Sages as you gather secret stones vary more—they show the struggles their people faced and their interaction as individuals with Rauru and Sonia. Each faced unique hardships, which almost parallel the disasters occurring in modern Hyrule but not exactly, before pledging their people to join Rauru’s nation and them becoming a Sage and using that power to save their people.

Mineru is a researcher studying the Sheikah tech—it’s implied or outright stated she is the nexus of the “new” tech we get in the game. She still put herself into a machine, but she is immobile and acts like Cherry as a source of Ancient Hylian Tech weapons.

The Divine Beasts are crashed around Hyrule, as well as the Sonia-Rauru shrines and temples. This isn’t plot relevant it just bugged me. Also some shrines will have puzzles that are already completed—this is randomized on each playthrough. At least one boss will be missing a chunk of health when the fight starts. There’s no explanation as to why.

The underground is now more populated—there’s at least one proper town down there, with wandering merchants and quests…. But almost every friendly NPC is a ghost. It’s hard to tell till you talk to them though, so Yiga still blend in. It quickly becomes clear the ghosts range in eras (maybe some even resemble NPCs from former titles?) but most are from Rauru’s era. All of Zelda’s memories are in the Depths.

Penn still exists as does his quest (see below). But Kass does too. Because I love him.

Here’s where I actually plot: Back in the imprisoning era, Ganondorf emerged as a threat. The Hylian king, accompanied by his Sheikah wife, had the blood of the goddess needed to seal him, and managed to do so without using the Master Sword. This elevated him to a hero status, and the various leaders swore fealty in exchange for his aid in lingering crises. All was well, and a child was even born, named for her fabled ancestor, Zelda. Unfortunately, the praise began to swell the king’s head. He became more demanding, wanting to build a grander Temple of Time to secure his legacy, raising portions of land to recreate his ancestor's home (Skyloft), exacting larger tributes to build his castle, and eventually letting his suspicion of the Gerudo lead him to declaring them outcasts and trying to slay the Gerudo sage. Sonia stood against him, and in his rage at her “treason” he struck her down. Rauru went mad with grief, revealing the sacred stones to be a method of controlling those whom he gave more power to. Realizing the danger of the king’s madness, the princess’ Sheikah nursemaid spirited baby Zelda away to keep her safe. Enraged at this kidnapping and believing that Sonia’s people would try to avenge her death, he used his Sages to betray the Sheikah and kill many, which is the betrayal that led to them adding the tear to the crest. For years he ruled as a bloody tyrant, leading to the ghosts in the underground, before he was opposed by a mysterious Sheikah warrior, one whom he called “the Sheik”. The Sheikah rebellion grew, stopping the Sages and rallying the people behind Sheik. In a desperate move, Rauru released Ganondorf and tried to control him through his sacred stone, but both were sealed under the king’s castle by Sheik herself, who of course was the now-grown Princess Zelda, Rauru’s daughter. You find all of this out by discovering (your) Zelda’s memories—when she fell into the Depth she was gravely injured and put her body in stasis, but because she was in the Depths her ghost was able to split form her body to roam freely and research this. The shrines that you’ve found finished and bosses that have health missing are her handiwork. The Penn sightings aren’t evil Zelda (or at least the ones that aren’t Yiga…) but people literally seeing her ghost. She didn’t talk to Link because she knew seeing her like that would distress him. You reunite her with her body and the Sages heal her, then go face Ganondorf. The fight is normal at first, except Zelda and the Sages get to help till Ganondorf knocks them all out except Zelda. But instead of the Dark Dragon, Ganon suddenly crumples… and the Sages rise up and attack you instead. You and Zelda fight them off and Rauru appears, wondering how you can be bathed in his power but still keep your wills. Zelda asks what he hopes to accomplish, and he dismisses her, saying he is creating the Hyrule he and Sonia deserved—one where his will is absolute over all, till even death will bend to it. Zelda pleads with him, saying Sonia wouldn’t have wanted this, but he grows delusional and confuses her for Sheik. Saying she’s made a mistake, he seizes control of her through the sacred stone from the beginning of the game and turns her into the Light Dragon, which becomes the final boss. The reason he could not overcome Link was Fi—the sword of evil’s bane rejected his control while absorbing his power the whole game. You fight the Light Dragon, and as you hesitate to land the killing blow, Sonia’s ghost appears and turns Zelda back with her Time power, with the overwhelming power Rauru had forced into her snapping back to him. Rauru reaches for his wife, being consumed by the power coming off Zelda, but she refuses his hand, not for what he did to her, but for what he’s done to everyone. You catch Zelda as in the end of the game. Also you get to keep your house. That was messed up man.

[hxly-fxther]

This was a risky idea, but it was all she could think of to be allowed to fight.

She needed to be there!

Somewhere, deep inside that mass of darkness, was the God she loved she adored with all her heart. He showed her kindness when she was surrounded by shadow and her heart was molded into ice, so it was time she did the same. It was time she repaid him with the kindness he gave her.

There was only a single problem she faced..

She was with the child, and many wished for her to remain within the barracks.

She was the Left Hand of God, a Messenger, an angelic servant who took her duties with pride.

"Father, I know you're in there..somewhere..Please. I wish to fight. To prove that I am worthy of the field among your many harbingers. I have but one problem. I am with child, three weeks or so, if my math is correct. Is there no way someone could..hold onto the little one for me so I may fight?"

Feeble creatures and their morals, large hurdles to them are but insignificant to the being before her. Offspring? At a time like this? Of course it would be the noble type to believe keeping her away from where she is needed in order to safeguard the ‘future’ would repel her from being there.

The air is still, the being with large white eyes turns to the holy woman and creeps forward. For her. What is she to god? An experiment? A lover? Or a fool who had convinced herself the love she held for the divine being was anything but simple devotion.

A shadowy appendage reaches out and breaks that symbol of prayer, holding her wrist high. Darkness consumes light and to Angela it seems as though the mass of darkness grew all around her seemingly consuming until all she could see is darkness and that awfully cold feeling of his hand on her wrist.

And there is something strange that happens next, something that no one can feel. A removal of something, taken, placed elsewhere. What was once a roadblock is now no more and as soon as the hand of the being is taken off of her, that darkness retracts, creeping backwards to reveal that room they were in once more. Those shadows continually retract and retract and retract till it is just the head of the being and before that too would disappear there is but one word spoken.

“Guilty.”

—

Down in the Sloth ring would lay a creature. A woman. An Angel. Long since thought to be dead, however saved by the good graces of an overlord, brought back to health and yet not having memories of her past. Where one soul resided, now became two. She would not know, maybe she would feel a little more sick in the coming days. A little weaker. A little more bedrest to be needed.

There, the roadblock would be held, safe, away from the battle. If Angela were to fall, the child would still be born. It would be seen as a miracle, perhaps a true gift of god. None would know of its origins, not even the father. A Angel who gave birth to an unknown baby in Hell… What a story to be had.

For now. It remains to be seen if that is the tale to be woven.

@forgottenxsoldier

[lafcadiosadventures]

Madame Putiphar Groupread. Book Two, Chapter XXX

Fatal Fate versus Divine Voluptousness

The Origin of a Better World, illustration for Ottavio Scarlatini's Homo symbolicus (1695) (please leaf through this book if you have the time and like me love allegorical emblems)

Patrick returns home, completely wrecked after the ceremonial degradation, and a walk home that however brief must have felt like a via crucis. His clothes mark him as a degraded man. I imagine the dirty looks, the insults and more from his former colleagues who now think him a murderer, seducer of women and a robber.

Deborah’s compassionate reaction to his state and humiliating clothes break him down. He returns psychologically to a conversation they had back in Ireland, when they were discussing which of the two was the doomed party and who was dragging the other to misfortune, a misfortune they could be spared of if they broke ties with the Doomed One? In the light of what has just happened, Patrick thinks it’s him. Poetry gives him wings and he expresses his despair like this:

“I am deadly, do you see! Let me roll from one abyss to another on my own; do not bind your life which without me would be beautiful, to mine, which shall be horrible till the end.”

(tr. @sainteverge )

these lines made me think of the opening verses of El desdichado. Here Patrick speaks to Deborah, but he also seems to speak to the reader, and perhaps incarnates more than just himself. We have seen many young men of Romantic French Literature looking deep into their souls and wondering if their problems (which are of a sociopolitical nature) are due to some tragic, constitutive fatal flaw that makes them not only incapable of happiness, but also harmful to those closest to them (like Lucien, a creature of a vastly different nature than Pat's, realizing how easily, how natural harming others comes to him. He is deadly and he doesn’t even intend to be so, it’s in his nature. Patrick is less about thoughtless bad choices and selfishness, but this seems like a common thread in Romanticism, there is something beyond the character's control, be it fate, or a poisonous nature, that not only hinders them, but more importantly, those they love. Why does this trope keep repeating itself in this in this context of great sociopolitical change and agitation, where things seem to escape the grasp of our reason and will.... seems like zeitgeist, more than a literary trend)

Deborah’s response is that she would always choose to bind her fate to his, no matter what. Is a life of comfort and worldly success worth anything without the One she loves above everyone else? Besides, she argues, it is her the one who has forsaken him, but she also doesn’t care about that, because being doomed together is a life so much more worth living than happiness in isolation from each other. She also argues that true love has to endure adversity, a love that only lasts while your partner is joyful isn’t real love either. She explains her role as a lover in rousseaunian/catholic terms, she has been put on earth to lighten the burden of her man's sorrow, he has to let her share his pain. The only condition Deborah would accept to let Patrick leave her, is if he believed she was the source of his unhappiness, or that in interfering with Fate she was making things worse. She even proposes he abandons her in times of joy, and returns to her when he is unhappy, her arms will always nurture him back to joy. Deborah is. Completely addicted to him, she would accept such a sorry role because anything is better than not seeing him again.

Patrickpassionately appologizes and responds: Stay if you want to immolate yourself. He admits he wants to drive her away from him because she is the only source of happiness, what is tying him to life, and he wants to die. And she is the only thing in the world his soul isn’t sick of. Patrick is trying to protect her from his depressive nature. (here the Dark Fate seems to take the form of untreated depression, Patrick is doomed because he is sick and has no idea how to deal with his sickness)  

Deborah then reveals she is pregnant. She can perhaps anticipate what Patrick’s reaction will be, because she doesn’t even address the fact that he just told her he sometimes want to die and drive her away from him because of this.

Patrick has a wild moodswing. Deborah's words bring him back to life in a way. He strips himself of his humiliating outfit, he tramples it, he showers Deborah with kisses. While doing so he gives a vital, perhaps kind of pagan sermon. He shouldn’t be surprised to be given such joy because god hasn’t actually denied him anything. And more startlingly for a catholic, listen to this beauty:

“God is the source of all voluptuousness”

He adds, like a true follower of Rousseau, “and the world is the source of all tribulations” Hell is other people, as later philosophers will say. Sensual pleasure and joy are nothing to feel guilty about since they are god given. the World, as a Cultural Entity, is what makes Evil possible. This Joy must be protected at all cost from Other Men. (aka Villepastour)

His vitality lasts enough for him to say he will know how to defend this god given source of joy. What follows is sadly less vital: they will hide their child, they will shield him from the world and mundane evil, that’s the only way to guarantee their child’s happiness.

Deborah agrees. I cannot judge them too harshly because in their situation it is very natural to feel that isolated, and in fact, after the horrors of the Home (actually Palace, not really a Home) as Prison, their venturing into the outside world has indeed been mostly negative. But this reaction seems thanatical. Is leaving France in secret no longer possible? Do they imagine all of Europe would be hostile to them? Is there no where to run, since monarchies are everywhere? (beacuse they don’t dream, like other Borelesian characters, of life outside of Europe) In a way, they yearn to recreate a Home Prison of Their Own for their child, even if they envison it as safe and joyful, it involves hiding and concealment and isolation,,, and not letting the child explore the world for his own. Again, the mindset seems like a comprehensible defense mechanism.

In a deeply touching and beautiful paragraph, Patrick confesses being a young father has been a lifelong dream of his. He plans a paradise life for just the three of them. Their youth will make them playmates of their child, the three of them will live in complete happiness together. Patrick wants none of that patriachal authority bestowed by old age, he wants to be a peer to his child, play together, enjoy life and nature the three of them, shielded from all social evils.

"(...)my constant desire was to have a son in my youth. Oh! what would I care to be a father later in life, to have sons who’d only know me dull and decrepit, who’d enter life when I’d descend into my tomb; who would miss me just when they need my solicitude; sons whom I’d never see grow into men, whose careers I wouldn’t be able to follow, whom I wouldn’t be able to support in the face of adversity. “I do not want a son who trembles at the sound of my austere voice, and who pities my white hair, and who keeps it shut in front of me. It is a friend that I want, a companion in life who loves and follows me in all places; who is young like me, and I fiery like him; who shares my games, my work, my illusions, my pain, my delights and even my debauches; finally who keeps no secrets from me in his heart, and I none in my heart from him. (...) He’ll be as beautiful as you, Deborah; he’ll be as beautiful as your soul! You’ll play together; he’ll be your doll; we’ll all three play together, without arguing ever. (...)"

(tr. by @sainteverge !!)

There's beauty, love, solidarity, camaradery, and of course a refusal of being a sombre source of grim authority for his son. The mention of his debauches is,,, interesting but I imagine he means he wants his son to trust him enough to share the stories of the adventures he will have, with him (so the isolation will not be complete after all) A son is not a doll, but, yeah, a beautiful paragraph, and an interesting example of Patrick, probably like a Wertherian Romantic rejecting Traditional Paternal Authority (another key theme in romantic Literature, the role of the father is constantly put into trial) and as is usual with him, traditional masculinity.

[ @counterwiddershins ]

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below is short list of muses that I am currently interested in writing for. there will for sure be more to come / more info for all once I have my doc or carrd finished !! any muse with this symbol in front of the name is high muse/high priority subject " ┈─★ " ⠀( meaning ; please indulge me ! ) I am just gonna state this here that most of my portrayals are yes based in canon but also heavily influenced by my own interpretation of said canon & headcanons. ( some may even be treated as OCs )

⸺ㅤ▘▐ㅤ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⁰⁰¹ ⠀⠀𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐄 & 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

momo ayase ⠀⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀dandadan ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age ¹⁸ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀physic powers , killer fashion sense , & the girl with a plan. yoshino somei⠀⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀yakuza fiancé ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age¹⁸ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀yakuza princess , iron spine , & tattoo eye-picker. alphonse elric ⠀⠀/ ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀full metal alchemist ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age¹⁵-¹⁸ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀polite younger brother , man of metal , & heart of gold. ling yao ( greedling ) ⠀⠀/ ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀full metal alchemist ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age¹⁸ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀race to the throne , princely duties , & a body made for sin. olivier armstrong⠀⠀⠀/ ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀full metal alchemist ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age³⁷ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀northern wall of briggs , ice queen , & eldest sister. riza hawkeye⠀⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀full metal alchemist ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age²⁵ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sharp shooter , the queen piece , & 1st lieutenant ┈─★ ⠀ vi ( violet ) ⠀⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀arcane ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age¹⁶-²³ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀pinkie , brawler , & girl kisser ( @b7ush jinx exclusive ) ┈─★ ⠀silco⠀⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀arcane ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age³⁹ - ⁴³ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the eye of zaun , brother lost , & kindred spirts. ( @b7ush jinx exclusive ) ┈─★ ⠀lest⠀⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀arcane ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age²⁵ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀cats eye , keen hearing , & information gathering. ┈─★ ⠀scar⠀⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀arcane ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age²³ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀bat ears, bone mask , & a right hand man.

┈─★ ⠀vander⠀⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀arcane ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age²⁵ - ⁴⁵ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the hound of the underground

kyōjurō  rengoku⠀⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀demon slayer ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age²⁰ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀heart ablaze , soul of fire & a need to protect . inosuke hashibira⠀⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀demon slayer ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age¹⁸-³⁰ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀dual wield , AaHahaHAHA & wall eyed boar head . kanao tsuyuri⠀⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀demon slayer ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age¹⁸-³⁰ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀butterfly manor , fate decided & blowing soap bubbles . utena tenjô ⠀⠀⠀/ ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀revolutionary girl utena⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age¹⁷-²⁵ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a prince promised, protector of princesses, & sword of Dios.

⸺ㅤ▘▐ㅤ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⁰⁰² ⠀⠀𝐖𝐄𝐁 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

┈─★ ⠀ivan⠀⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀alien stage⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age ²² ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀nasty dog, the gods eye , & a heart to give. ( @b7ush till exclusive ) ┈─★ ⠀mizi ⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀alien stage⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age ²² ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ MY CLEMATIS , lone turtle dove , & failed savoir(@b7ush sua exclusive) ┈─★ ⠀luka ⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀alien stage⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age ³⁰ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀lick claim , smiling mask, & ruler of the heart(@b7ush hyuna exclusive ) ┈─★ ⠀dewy ⠀⠀⠀ /⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀alien stage⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age ³⁰ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀no screen time , himbo coded , & nabbed npc ┈─★ ⠀jester lavorre⠀⠀⠀ /⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀critical role⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age ²⁰-³⁶ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀mischief & giggles , blueberries , & the heart of the group

⸺ㅤ▘▐ㅤ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⁰⁰³ ⠀⠀𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

helsie ⠀⠀⠀ /⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀fortnite⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age ²⁰⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀adventure-seeker, vampire staker, & boba master ┈─★ ⠀sara chidouin ⠀⠀⠀ /⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀Kimi ga Shine⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age¹⁷-²³⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ the god father , the leader , & cute little detective. ( @b7ush jou exclusive ) ┈─★ ⠀ dottore⠀⠀⠀ /⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀genshin impact⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ ageˡᵉˢˢ ⠀ ⠀⠀ƶ͛ą͛ñď͐͋ɨ͋͐̈́̾k̾̈́ , the good doctor , & pieces of a whole ( @b7ush kuni exclusive ) ┈─★ ⠀hu tao⠀⠀⠀ /⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀genshin impact⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age²⁰ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ spirit guide , meeting death with a smile, &  plum blossoms lumine⠀⠀ /⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀genshin impact⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age²⁰ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ sylas ⠀⠀/⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀league of legends⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age³⁰ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ alune ⠀/ ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀league of legends⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age²⁵ ashley brown⠀⠀⠀ /⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀until dawn⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age¹⁸-²⁵⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀smart cookie, beanie wearer , & the token girl of a trio.

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i  highly  doubt  anyone  will  ever  request  anything from me  but  I  figured  I  should  put  it  here  anyways cause  hey  ,  i've  been  wrong  before. HA.

[bitter69uk]

Born on this day: fabulous 1950s rhythm and blues queen Ruth Brown (12 January 1928 - 17 November 2006). I have cherished memories of seeing “Miss Rhythm” perform several times over the years at Viva Las Vegas Rockabilly weekenders. Even in declining health, she exuded earth mother warmth and rocked the house. And Brown knew how to milk it for dramatic effect. “The doctors told me I’d never walk again,” she’d declare. “And here I am!” Which always elicited an eruption of applause! Ruth Brown was a woman and a half! For John Waters fans, Brown is synonymous with the role of Motormouth Maybelle in the original (and definitive!) 1988 version of Hairspray. As Brown told NPR in 1997, she almost declined the part. “I had said, well, I'm not going to do this film, especially when they took me to wardrobe and brought that white wig out. I said, not on your life … (But Divine stepped in.) I called him the divine Divine. He came to me, and he said, “Girl, put that wig on your head and make some money.” And I said to him, “No, I'm going to lose every fan I've got in the world if I come out with this white wig.” And Divine said, “Well, I tell you what. For every one you lose, I'm going to bring you two.” And every time I see that film - and it runs continuously, and I've gone into grocery stores and see young people following me around - my ego says, “Oh, they know who I am, Ruth Brown,” that kind of thing.  And then they will eventually say, “Aren't you Motormouth Maybelle?'” That was my role and continues to be my claim to fame, you know. That cult film has really been wonderful. I go to the mailbox quite often now and find a little cheque with John Waters - God bless him - on it. And he writes to me and sends me crazy Christmas cards and things till this day.” Pic: photo of Brown at Viva Las Vegas 2006 by me.