#tw flood

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

I hope everything is okay for you with the flooding! Ik its really bad in some areas and hope you're not being hit too hard

Hiya :)! Thank you, I am ok, fortunately my city Brno has a big dam and tries to regulate the water with it so as long as it holds we should be more or less ok. Unfortuntately some places in the rest of The Czech Republic are not that lucky :(.

[sayitaliano]

The Ciaran storm arrived in Italy and hit Tuscany in particular these days...

Others Regioni are having problems. More rain is going to fall this weekend especially in Northern and Central Italy

[sincerecinnamon]

Listening to Rainwater by Lemon Demon during a flash flood warning 💀

[cuppajj]

Neo beasts x reader head cannons? 🥺

You know what anon? Just for you

Beast Ancients AU - Neo Beasts x Reader Headcanons

Congratulations! Someway somehow you’ve attracted the attention—and affection—of the Neo beasts. How do each treat you?

Saint Vanilla Cookie

This implies that he’s decided not to purify you out of his intense compassion. In fact, he’s settled for something arguably much worse: saving you for last, so you can witness his deliverance.

You’re his lamb, his bluebird, and he never lets you forget how blessed you are to be one of his

He’s gentle in almost every way. Voice, touch, words. He especially likes cupping your cheek and cooing sweet little things. Sometimes they’re laced with dark promises

On his orders, the Lambs of Penance are your personal servants and won’t let any harm befall you. Cream Wafer speaks to you respectfully, but you can hear a little envy in his voice

Saint pays attention to every little detail you have, the things you like, and your wishes. He wants to see you at your happiest because a tainted soul as yourself should never feel sad. He’ll wipe your tears away

But don’t assume he’s perfect; he’s far from. Saint stays true to his personal promise that you will be safe and happy and alive until the day he finally saves you, and that means that any potential threat to you will be dealt with by his lambs. If he thinks something will taint your soul further, he’ll be sure that it’ll never have the chance.

In fact, why don’t you stay with him? In his timeless kingdom, amongst his loyal followers and all the orchids that will watch over you. It’s the closest you’ll be to the light.

Make no mistake, saint is two steps away from being a yandere. He just wouldn’t get his hands dirty, and he would never change to that typical yandere-ish behavior. The oh so benevolent saint just wants to see you safe, and if that safety is under his wings, so be it…

Dragonberry Cookie

As the Beast of Pride, the way she loves is bold and loud. She will make it known to you that she loves you pretty quickly.

While she throws parties pretty frequently already, you’ll be center stage at a lot of them with her as she makes you dance together and drinks herself stupid with a bunch of glasses poured your way as well.

If you’re the shy type, expect to be embarrassed or put in big social situations a lot since she’s a massive extrovert who would bring you along to things. Outside of parties and other events of the sort, she would also love for you to watch her spar with Wildberry and her other soldiers

She’ll also give you lots of gifts

She does have a pretty big ego though, so she expects praise and validation from you. Compliments, acts of service, things that assure her you’re not just mooching off of what she gives you. If she thinks you’re not being grateful, she’ll get bitter and confront you about it, which will or won’t go well depending on how well you can prove your point to her

She’ll kill for you 100%. She might even do it in front of you. If you get messed up from that? It’s okay! You’ll get over it in no time.

Despite all this she does respect your boundaries, she’ll give you space if you’re vocal about it. She disappears on occasions and comes back covered in battle wounds and jam anyway.

You know about Pitaya locked up in her basement but you know not to touch them, let alone try and free them if you’re hero enough. She might just have to punish you for that if she catches you doing something you shouldn’t. Don’t worry though, it’s just this once, because you’ll surely never try anything again, right?

Big hugger, her love language is touch so expect hugs and kisses and mandatory cuddle sessions. Honestly if you’re just as messed as her then she’s a pretty solid lover

Frigid Cacao Cookie

It’s hard to tell he cares for you because he’s so distant, even from you.

You’re allowed into the throne room without summons, but the furthest into it you can go is to the foot of his throne. Like everyone else in the citadel, you’re not allowed to touch him.

Your days in the citadel are quiet. The outside is cold but the hallways and your room are warm, the latter always supplied to the brim with what you need.

Tiny licorice creatures slink in and out of your peripheral vision, watching you curiously. Sometimes they slink up to you, purring and chittering, and some might even be balancing trays of food, warm towels, clothes, or other things on their heads. Little do you know that Cacao has been ordering them to take care of you

While he doesn’t forbid you from leaving the kingdom, he’ll want you to come back to him one way or another. Ideally on your own, but one of the licorice oozes that have been watching you since you left could also bring you back.

You might see him out and about on rare occasions, and he might look at you. On even rarer occasions he might ask about your well being

The only thing he’s strict about is that you absolutely cannot attract attention from the other neobeasts, especially Saint Vanilla. The beast of Penance is already curious about learning what things make Cacao go soft; he does not need to learn about you.

Also don’t bring up Choco, he has a reaction to it

Celestial Cheese Cookie

Pampers you. Pampers you and pampers you and pampers you and pampers you

Thinks you’re the sweetest little thing and pinches your cheeks and everything

She’d be more than happy to show herself off, as well as all of her achievements. She gives you treasures from her conquests regularly

She’s similar to Dragonberry though where she expects praise, but unlike her she doesn’t get as angry. She doesn’t see her gift giving as a transactional thing, she does it because she can. You just gotta tell her how wonderful she is

The oases are a popular spot for her to bring you for food and refreshments, cared for by gold-adorned servants as she gushes over the grand vision for her kingdom. She’s honestly quite excitable and loves talking about herself and her plans.

Pay no mind to the scans that are run on you while you sleep, or the diagnostics of your information that run deep in her servers. She doesn’t think it’ll need to happen soon, but she’s planning to put you in a sarcophagus and hook you into her virtual world to make you live forever. She’s not going to let something else she cares about go.

Midnight Lily Cookie

The tamest one honestly

Unlike the others, she sees you as an equal. She knows your personal space and doesn’t encroach on it too much or too little, makes sure you’re well cared for and healthy, and keeps you safe. She also lets you leave and trusts you to take care of yourself. Being Beast of Sovereignty, she encourages the people under her to do whatever they please within their allegiance to her, and this includes you.

She’ll play the harp for you and ask you how she did

You also get lots of gifts and compliments from the other faeries for being the lover of their queen

She does have preferences though. She likes honesty and expects you to keep promises, she prefers if you do something for her in exchange for her doing something for you, and to not question her motive and means to take down her other half. She will get very defensive with you and shut down the conversation pretty fast

The flora in the silver kingdom bloom to their fullest around you both, but when Lily is upset with you, they curl or bud as you pass by them.

Speaking of chlorokinesis, get used to seeing her show no mercy with her plants. Unlike Dragonberry though, she’ll do her best to help you if the sight of bodies skewered on flower stems is too much. Maybe stick to the heart of the kingdom for your own good, where you’re less likely to see how the rest of Beast Yeast challenge her kingdom.

She has a whole bunch of rules set up when Saint visits. While she’d encourage not being with him at all, if you really want to see him, she made it expressly clear to him that he cannot purify you.

[strawberryfairyflower]

My friends don’t care about me

They probably hate me!!!

Little do they know

I punish myself whenever I think I messed up!!!

[greyhoundone]

[skrimbloz]

THE QUIET ONE ☠️🕸️

I AM SO PROUD OF THIS AHHHHHHH

I decided I wanted to have a go at using procreate’s symmetry tool and it was SO fun

Her silhouette is meant to look like a spider with her headband being the fangs and hair strands being the legs!! I also think it looks like a heart too which is pretty neat :D

This took me AGESSS because I kept changing the colour pallette and background, I love how it turned out though and the only thing I would change is that it’s kinda hard to see her bowing pose bc of all the dark colours 😭😭

I LOVE associating spiders with Harumi which is pretty ironic considering i’m arachnophobic 💀

I don’t think it’s used that much in the show other than the like spider they used to bug the bounty but I have chosen to RUN with it

[mollysunder]

The Medarda Family and the True Goal of Shimmer

Nature has made us intolerant to change, but fortunately, we have the capacity to change our nature. -Singed

For most of s1 the only versions of magic the audience really gets familiar with are visualized through hextech blue and shimmer pink, but we can't trust it to represent what actual magic is like on Runeterra. People from PnZ are incredibly unfamiliar with magic, it was banned for centuries, and they're mostly retracing steps and doing guess work. The best metric to understand how magic works is to look at characters and regions that are actually inclined to magic, and the Medardas may be the best example yet.

When Ambessa accepts the Wolf totem from Lamb one half of dual aspects of death, her body is enveloped in a bright purple transformation before being reforged into a red that resembles the kind her ancestors and the Lamb wear.

It's the same bright purple that consumes Sky in Viktor's last experiment with the hexcore in s1.

I think this purple represents magic at its most malleable state, where it can be refined or change others into final products with a proper catalysts. By s1's final scene, we know that Mel possesses magic and likely uses it through her golden armor. We also know it's possible for magic to be a hereditary trait that can be passed down (not perfectly) through family lines, which is prized in Noxus (and Ixtal?).

So if Mel has magic that likely means the Medardas family in general has latent magic that flows through them naturally, but what does this have to do with shimmer or PnZ in general?

The Medardas are relevant to PnZ because Zaun's leading minds, Silco and Singed, have spent their capital trying to replicate what the Medardas can do!Shimmer doesn't exist purely as a bioweapon, that's frankly secondary to it's point. Shimmer exists as a means to artificially make the users capable of performing magic, or at least shift the user's biology into something that can tolerate magic. Hextech as a solution to the mystery of magic completely sidesteps the relationship between magic and the user by using machinery as middleman, while shimmer takes a more direct route.

Singed can't literally biohack nonmagical people into mages all by himself. Singed instead developed what's essentially a hormone therapy to give users temporary magic abilities by synthesizing shimmer from these mysterious plants that resembles the color of the magic within Ambessa before her deal with the Lamb.

Why didn't Singed and Silco just give people the magic purple plants directly if it's capable turning them into mages? Sky and Rio might be the best examples for why you don't do that. When young Viktor feeds Rio the purple plants we see Rio immediately lose vigor, as an audience most of us assumed that was simply Rio's pre-existing condition acting up, but the relationship is more simple. When Singed said Rio was dying, he said it with surety because Singed KNEW the exposure to magic was killing Rio. And Sky was DISINTEGRATED upon being exposed to the hexcore's magic.

In that vein, Singed used Rio as a work around. From what we see non-mage humans absolutely cannot tolerate exposure to even base magic, but Rio was able to last longer. Instead Singed and Silco exposed Zaun to a version of those magic flowers that was broken down by Rio's metabolism into a version that non-magical humans can tolerate.

The wild thing is that all this effort is to get non-mage users to Ambessa's UNREALISED state, the purple is just the base magic that exists in mages. Even still, Singed seems to have developed the kind of strain of shimmer that's the closest he's ever come to real magic, and Viktor and Jinx used it.

Viktor's own magical transformation has been facilitated by the hexcore in the same way the Lamb facilitated Ambessa's transformation. Do i think Viktor has essentially created his own Aspect through the hexcore? NO.

But in the same way shimmer is facsimilie of magical ability, so too is the hexcore a subsitute for living magic. And by living magic I don't mean unicorns or mermaids, I mean magic that is given consciousness and shape by being tethered to human concepts. And the hexcore's basic purpose is supposed to be magic that thinks and Viktor has tethered it to the human plane with his blood.

This all begs the question about what could exposure to the hexcore do to long term shimmer users? What WILL it do to Jinx? We all know that's inevitable next season.

You see, power, real power doesn't come to those who were born strongest or fastest or smartest. No. It comes to those who will do anything to achieve it. -Silco

Tldr: Shimmer is a large-scale project to turn the population of Zaun into mages, or magically tolerant, by essentially microdosing the population with magic through shimmer.

[iamfabiloz]

tis but a scratch!! 😈

i missed drawing bloody stuff oughh my oc snowshiver murdering her mentor whiteoak lol drama

[satanizedmemes]

Francis vs Emeritus

[cosmic-kid-in-motion]

Dirty, Dirty, Little Slut

Mean Dom! Clint (Freaky Tales) X fem!reader

Summary: Clint uses your throat.

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Read on AO3?

WARNINGS and Content: Oh my god. What have I done. ALL MANNER OF GROSS KINKS HERE!!! if you are easily grossed out just move along. Degrading, mean dom Clint, puke Blow job (you fucking heard me), whipping, blood play? Licking blood. Ass eating. Blowjob. Fingering. Clint loves titties <3 Big big after care, from both Clint and also reader bc doms get dom drop too. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 'YOU'RE ADULTS! Again, GROSS STUFF.

Everything that happens is between two consenting adults that love each other very, very much. BDSM requires thoroughly pre-discussed boundaries, rules, and safe words, all of which this couple has gone through off screen. Do not look to fiction for sex education

Dividers by @sisterlucifergraphics

“Choke on it, yeah, fuck I can feel you gagging. Whatsa matter, baby? Can’t take it? That pathetic little mouth of yours can’t take my cock?”

A was being mean. Clint knew, he fucking knew he was massive and he knew it was a lot to take, especially like this. Clint had your head hanging back off the bed, thrusting into your open mouth and you had absolutely no control. It didn’t help that he had the small whip in his hands, lashing your exposed tits as he violated your mouth.

Gluck! Gluck! Gluck! He pounded in, heavy balls slapping against your face and plugging your nose when he buried himself fully inside you. Once you took him to the hilt, you could hear Clint groan in pleasure at the sight of his cock bulging out your throat. A large, rough hand wrapped around you, cutting off any chance of air you were going to get, while the other whipped your breasts. If you could see anything, you were sure he was smiling that devilish grin he had when he knew he was taking you to your absolute limit. Your throat tightened at every painful lashing, but Clint’s cock was buried so thoroughly, your mouth stretched out so wide very little sound came out. Your naked body writhed on the bed, cotton sheets soft on your back.

“What if I just didn’t pull out?” Clint taunted you as you tried your best to remain calm. You trusted him completely, but your lungs didn’t. He stroked himself through the thin layers of your throat, the sheen of sweat on your skin acting as his lube. “Would you do that for me? Are you willing to die for me?”

It wasn’t even a question. You’d do anything for Clint, but he’d lay down his life to prevent you from getting a single scratch that wasn’t part of the agreed dynamic. He was being rhetorical, not expecting an answer and you could never verbally give one, not like that. But despite your lung screaming for air, your body beginning to panic, you stilled yourself. Then, a single tap on his thigh.

“One tap for yes, two for no.” That was the agreed upon system.

Yes, I would die for you.

Yes, I live for you.

Yes, you own me, body and soul.

Clint pulled out, and suddenly your lungs filled with air, clarity in your brain again and pleasure filling your body. Clint, in a rare moment of softness during sex, leaned over while you recovered, suckling on your breasts a nipples while he fingered you.

“Fuck, I taste blood.” He lapped at where the lashes broke skin, adding a third finger inside you. Still warm and dizzy from the loss of oxygen, your body quickly swells with your approaching orgasm. “Such a dirty fucking whore, letting me abuse you. And you like it, don’t you? You like letting me destroy you, you like being owned? Don’t matter what I do to you, as long as you're mine.”

“Yes.” Without question, without another thought. As long as you were his, as long as the two of you remained wholly and totally devoted to each other, nothing mattered. He could and did do whatever he wanted to your body, but only because you surrendered it to him so willingly. 

Clint knew men who care about the surrender, who took what they wanted and how they wanted, but that wasn’t him. It was the submission, that was half the attraction for him. The willingness. The fact that all he had to do was raise an eyebrow, the one above his scarred cheek, and you fell into line. Not because you were scared, but because the smile on his face and the “good girl” after was the glue pulling your broken pieces together. He was the one doing the rebuilding, you allowed him the control to do so.

“That’s right. I’m in control. Now soak my fucking fingers.” Clint’s voice was so calm, so assured, your body couldn’t help but react when he latched his lips to your nipple again. Your legs shook as you came, the whole bed rattling as you cried out. It wasn’t a sexy, put-on porn star moan; it was loud, guttural, from the depths of you as your vision black and eyes rolled back.

Clint held your lulled back head up, easing the strain on your neck as your body tensed and rode out the orgasm on his still-pumping fingers. He knew sometimes your neck and back gave your problems, and while it wasn’t enough to have to work around it during sex, he liked to take care when he could. When your body was done, your looked tired, exhausted even.

“Gimmie a color.”

You smiled, not ready to be done yet. “Green.”

The soft smirk and twinkle in his eyes made your heart palpitate more than your orgasm. “Good girl. And your safe word?”

“Disco. But I don’t need it.”

He kissed your forehead. “Tell me if you do. You won’t be in trouble.” 

“I know.” 

Clint nuzzled your face before settling back into dom mode. Suddenly, his hand gripped your face painfully hard to force your eyes on him. “Now, I’m gonna get what’s fucking mine, and you’re gonna take my cum down your throat.”

You grin widely. “Yes sir.”

You don’t miss the split second where he almost smiled.

In moments, he was back inside you, thrusting wildly inside your wet and drooling mouth. Your make-up was all over your face, gagging on him more and more and Clint used your mouth like it was your pussy. He was so fucking deep inside, making you gag reflex triggered more and more. Just when you thought you were about to lose control, Clint pulled out, straddling your face.

Balls against your chin, Clint stroked himself while your tongue licked his ass; he rubbing his crack up and down your face, letting you into every inch until you tongue could fuck his hole.

“You’re fucking disgusting, you know that?” But he was growing breathless, closer and closer to his orgasm as he touched himself, the wet sounds above you spurring you on. “Nothing’s too low for you, huh? I could piss on you, and you’d thank me.”

Tap on his thigh. Yes.

“I could make you hump a toilet seat and you’d cum on it”

Tap. Yes. 

“Fuck! You’re a sick little bitch, shi-it!” He practically jumps off you, his face flushed, cock red and angry and you knew he was about to cum. He wants to cum down your throat. “You're gonna take my cum, and you're not even gonna need to swallow, got it? Gonna go straight to that cute t-tummy of yours.”

Right back in, Clint is ready to cum, ready to fill you right up but you feel like you’re about to spit up anything that might go down. He’s reckless, stirring and digging around your poor throat, grunting and huffing above you, his high second away. When he lets go, his warm seed pumping down you in streams, it triggers your gag reflex.

Clint sees the way your body lurches and pulls, finishing the rest of his orgasm by jacking off on your face as vomit spills all over you.

“FF-UUUCKKK UH, UH, SHIT!” His cum hits your face, but it’s nothing compared to puke spilled all over your face, neck, hair, and the floor.

He stands over you, stark naked, strong and powerful even as his cock hand softening between his legs. Clint has his hands on his hips, already admiring his work, dom persona slipping away by the second. 

“Dirty, dirty, little slut…”

“Clint.” You laugh, grinning up at him from where you still hang off the bed. “If you don’t get this shit out of my face, I will start screaming.”

*

He did, of course. No one did aftercare like Clint did. Usually he drew you a bath, but between you wanting to get cleaned up quickly and the fact you would need running water, he opted for a nice, warm shower. Clint made sure to keep the wound on your chest from the whip away from the water and careful to rinse your puke-covered face before the shower so no chance of infection. He cleaned your wounds with a soft baby washcloth, a playlist he made of your favorite songs quietly floating around the sounds of running water. He didn’t want to overstimulate you.

He scrubbed you clean, whispering about how beautiful you are and pressing gentle kisses to your skin. He was so good at what he did, by the time he held your hand to help you out of the shower, you didn’t feel any bit gross as he toweled you down.

Clint brought you clean clothes to change into, button down faux satin top and bottom set, and took you to the living room while he cleaned up. Clint even brought you a cooling eye mask, letting you relax. With clean sheets and a fresh wax melt in your baby yoda wax warmer, you laid on the bed with buttons undone as Clint applies disinfectant to your chest. 

“Let's leave this unbuttoned so they can breathe for a bit.” It wasn’t a question. He knew what you needed and how to take care of you. Clint lays down, and you settle yourself on your back in the crook of his armpit. “How do you feel, baby doll?” 

You sigh, wiggle a bit as you settle in, his beefy arms making for a good pillow. “Perfect.”

There was a beat of silence. “I didn’t mean t’make you throw up, baby. I would never do that without talk’n t’yuh about it first.”

“I know. But I didn’t mind. It was hot.” You grab his arm, wrapping it around your middle to let him know you weren’t made or upset; you still wanted him near. 

Clint cranes his neck to look at you, skeptical. “Really?”

“Yeah, really. Like, I’ve sucked on many dicks before, never threw up. Just shows how big you are. And I love how big you are.” you caress his bicep. You loved his big cock, those broad shoulders, meaty thighs, strong arms… everything that made you feel safe and protected.

Clint relaxes, then pulls the blanket up over your bodies.

“Nothing else went too far?”

“Nope.” You kiss his pectoral. “Everything’s perfect. Just like you.”

You fell asleep in Clint’s arms, and the two of you had the best fucking sleep of your lives.

Thanks so much for reading! Please consider reblogging, as its the only real way to spread works. This is romanarose on a new account, so I appriciate you helping me build up my followers again!

Tagging those who showed interest!

@hornystan @pedge-page @clawdee

[takaraphoenix]

So it turns out that Steter, beyond being an excellent ship with a delightful fandom, is also a gateway drug into Stetopher and I just feel like someone should have given me a heads up before I decend into another ship :/

Guess who's writing her first Stetopher fic :D

[silverskye13]

"I'll make sure you live long enough to regret this."

[strawberryfairyflower]

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[riddlemearose]

Phoning a Friend

Warriors watches the two Champions blearily, forcing his eyes to stay focused on them. He knows one is the Shadow but he can’t let himself entertain the possibilities of who the other one is. For now, he has to think of it nothing more than another potential enemy.

The one with the odd spear that gleams gold, its green gem ornaments clinking softly against the shaft as he twirls it, keeps himself between Warriors and the twisted Champion. The golden spear spins and spins, batting away a sickening dark blade every time the bloodstained, withered Champion tries to break through his guard.

Watching the spinning spear is actually making Warriors feel nauseous. Well, he mentally amends that to ‘more nauseous’, glancing down at the blood spreading across his tunic.

And this weird noise, whatever it is, isn’t helping! There’s something heavy weighing the clearing down, pressing into Warriors’ skin.

All he can hear is this pulsing loud tick tick tick in his ears, accompanied by an odd warping sensation in his limbs.

It’s magic, he knows that much, but he’s never felt it before and has no idea which Champion it may be coming from, if it even is either of them casting the spell.

He turns his head to spit out a mouthful of blood and it feels like the movement takes an eternity to complete.

So either his blood loss is more severe than he thought, or there’s something else going on.

The spear-wielding Champion darts backwards, his grip along the spear finally shifting into a proper stance, grinning wildly.

Ha, Warriors is hilarious.

A large shining gem sitting at the dip of the first Champion's throat lights his face up from below, all deep shadows and softened edges. He’s breathing heavily, a slight tremble visible in his fingers as he readjusts his grip.

The other Champion across from them makes a sweeping gesture with its withered arm and something red and alive spurs into life, lunging forward. The shape twists, absorbing what remains of the rotted flesh, and large, monstrous fingers stretch into existence. They reach through the darkness for the first Champion, wicked under the moonlight.

The first Champion raises the spear slightly in response, his grin vanishing as it's smothered under a blank, smooth expression that Warriors refuses to recognise. The fingers, the vile magic, get closer to his face, closing the distance rapidly—

And Time shoots out of the bushes, the Biggoron sword catching the moonlight as it arcs through the air and severs the arm from withered Champion's body. The arm hits the ground and melts into a writhing pool of furious magic, thrashing around that Champion’s feet.

The ticking in Warriors’ ears stops so abruptly he's thrown off-kilter, reeling at the sudden silence left in its wake.

Time glances at him, a quick look filled with concern and worry, then shifts his gaze to the spear-wielding Champion — Wild, Warriors lets himself finally acknowledge.

Dozens of micro-expressions fly rapidly across Time's face before he finally decides on grim determination.

“That,” he says in an almost wobbly tone of voice, taking up stance next to Wild, “is loud.”

“Yeah, I’ve been told. Sorry about that.” Wild agrees, still focused on the withered copy of himself standing in front of them. He shoots Time a small grin, barely there but blindingly obvious if you know what to look for. “Worked though.”

Time lets out a quiet huff of laughter, his own small smile twitching across his face. He shifts, sword held tightly in both hands. "You're definitely not wrong about that, Wild. When we get back to camp, you'll have to tell me how you managed to make your magic even louder than it already was."

[gemsofgreece]

You really should know about Storm "Daniel"

Unlike how much all of us Greek blogs notify our tumblr communities about the regular (at this point) arsons wildfires afflicting Greece, we did not say much about the floods the country has been suffering from right now. There was a mention here and there and I even made a joke post as the storm was starting but not a lot of stuff in general. So, I think there's a couple of things you should know and I feel like I could address about it and actually it's not just about Greece. So I believe this could interest a lot of people and it should be something known worldwide.

In the beginning of September there was an alarm about an extreme weather phenomenon forming above the Ionian Sea at the west of mainland Greece. In truth, the phenomenon was not caused by the climate change. It was just a very rare occurence where a high pressure atmosheric system was sandwiched between two currents of low pressure. Low pressure systems are the ones resposible for stormy weather while high pressure systems generally create stable weather. As the low currents encircled the high pressure system, the storm that had started forming became unusually stable for a storm. As a result, the storm moved northeast above Thessaly and other regions of the central part of Greece and... just decided to stay there for an indefinite amount of time. Furthermore, because it's September and the Ionian Sea had warmed up throughout the summer, the medicane (Mediterranean cyclone) gained tropical features as it was forming, pushing its intensity to extremes unknown to this area.

The storm remained above all of central Greece for about 4-5 days but at the meantime it was causing side-storms in neighbouring countries, such as Bulgaria and Turkey. Both countries suffered from floods causing damages and deaths.

Istanbul, Turkey (CNN).

Tsarevo, Bulgaria (CNN).

Four people died in Bulgaria and seven in Turkey.

But like I told you the core of this was exactly on top of Greece's central mainland and islands. So what happened there? I happened to experience this shit first hand. My recollection of it is that it was unlike any other storm I had experienced before. My knowledge on meteorology is not very advanced, however I believe due to the high pressure part, there were actually no winds at all - or they were insignificant, so it wasn't like what you might have in mind as a conventional cyclone. It was a rainstorm but it was like a rainstorm from hell. The crucial part is that in Greece summer violent rainstorms may last for about five minutes but certainly not for five days nonstop. There was no pause, not even for a second. It kept pouring and pouring in indescribable volumes, without decreasing or slowing down, not for a moment. The fourth day it started taking short breaks.

As a person with a phobia of lightnings since childhood, I kept wearing earplugs throughout all these days. For four days, ten seconds did not pass without at least one lightning shrieking exactly on top of our heads. In the end, I am dead serious, I think my lifelong phobia has been cured somewhat due to this extreme exposure that eventually had a numbing effect. I think only the first day there was a record of 7,000 lightnings. I believe there must have been dozens of thousands overall. The lightnings also caused fires but the downpour was so overwhelming no fire could ever stand a chance.

Whether during or after the rains, what I was seeing outside was post-apocalyptic. The only thing missing was the zombies. It really looked like a background from a videogame, including a constantly lit up sky. I was not in danger though people dear to me were. The worst for me was a huge fall in the quality of living but that doesn't matter. The rains caused severe destructions across cities and villages. They caused floods, they broke bridges, they broke a massive number of roads, they made walls collapse, they destroyed springs, they damaged water and electricity outlets entirely, they drowned flocks and flocks of animals, they destroyed mountainous and coastal villages alike, they made cars float and fly over each other and they uprooted houses.

Village in Mount Pelion, Greece.

But that's not the end of it. Four days later, the storm moved southwest towards the Ionian sea, basically to the place of its original formation. It side-swept over Athens in the meantime, flooding the city, but that doesn't mean much since I could cry and Athens would still flood with my tears. Anyway. AFTER the storm left, the floods caused by it started multiplying and expanding. Picture that: a crystal clear sky, a bright sun and your phone screaming state alerts about evacuating your village or town because a lake has launched at you! Here's the thing: Thessaly is a massive plain surrounded by a ring of mountains. Half of those downpours fell right on the lowlands causing floods and destructions the first days. The other half however fell on the mountains, filled the streams heading down and they all met up and filled the lakes and the large river of Thessaly, Pineios and they all basically exploded the next days. Pineios especially exploded both in its western and eastern part, sinking the entirety of Thessaly's plains under water. As a result, floods were actively taking place days after the storm had ended and the weather was good. The phenomena have only started subduing since yesterday.

The overflowing of the river, trapped by the mountains.

Farmers won't be able to work this year and next year is questionable as well. There are huge concerns about various epidemics breaking out as more and more dead animals are found in the waters. Entire villages are under the water. There are estimations that some villages in west Thessaly might have been lost forever and their residents will have to move elsewhere. Sixteen people have died from the rainstorm and the floods.

Actual villages in Karditsa, Greece.

A more longterm danger is that the ground received such an unnatural amount of water that it might have been severely eroded and destablised, making it vulnerable to natural disasters I don't want to utter. Many roads are either broken or bloated and Thessaly has been cut out from communication and transportation with the rest of the country. To this day, there are maps guiding people how to drive from North to South Greece and vice versa by entirely skipping Central Greece! (Hint: they will have to drive through Epirus, aka western Greece.) The first days there was also complete isolation from what was happening in the country and the world and also the very regions we were in as we had no electricity and our only chance was getting a call from somebody being elsewhere and telling us what is going on.

Volos, Greece (CNN)

Many regions have received within 2-4 days 55 times their monthly amount of rain or more than twice the yearly amount. Greek meteorologist Christos Zerefos estimated that such a phenomenon occurs every 300-400 years. Meteorologists were alarmed internationally - with Germans and Americans reportedly saying they hadn't studied such a phenomenon again in their career. Its intensity was record high in the history of Greece and right in the top of Europe's as well. They also agreed that such a phenomenon would be devastating even if it had hit the most advanced and prepared country.

BUT THIS IS NOT THE END. The weakened Daniel seemed to slowly move towards South Italy but it decided to take a turn and headed south towards Libya and Egypt. Quite possibly, as the storm was once again travelling across the warm Mediterranean Sea, it was rejuvenated and gained even more tropical traits. Eventually, the medicane hit Libya with unprecedented force.

The cyclone travelling from Greece to Libya.

The toll it took on Libya is unspeakable. As I am writing this,

More than 5,226 people are killed and more than 10,000 are currently missing.

Like, can you wrap your head around what I am talking about? I don't see this shit being acknowledged enough across the world. I am checking this again and again, to ensure I am reading this correctly.

Daniel has officially become the deadliest medicane on record.

Eastern Libya, from Al Jazeera.

In the meantime, Greeks found opportunities to practice their favourite sport: political infighting. People who weren't even here when hell broke loose say that if this or that was properly done, we would not have problems at all. I even saw an idiotic Greek expat comment how "we got drowned in a little bit of rain". The truth is we should bloody thank our lucky stars and I say this with the entire awareness of half of Thessaly being currently underwater. It is true that Greek governments and people have done so many things badly, like building on top of streams and rivers, changing rivers' natural route, drying up natural lakes and all that shit that guarantees you are going to have massive problems once a serious storm breaks out. Also, the disaster revealed that there was once more a very questionable management of all the money given by the EU for anti-flooding measures after a previous flood (Ianos). Of course, I would be happy if at last we viewed this disaster as an opportunity to improve ourselves and the management of our land, however whatever happened these days wasn't the fault of anyone in particular. On the contrary, A LOT worse could have happened. A lot. Maybe Libya is not an indication because if Greece is not used to such extreme rain phenomena, then Libya is probably ten times less used to them, however we should not forget that this monster was STUCK at least five days over the heartland of Greece. For this alone we should damn be thankful we did not get it any worse and that the land endured in any way and of course now we have to correct old mistakes as well but let's do it united and determined and without wasting time once more in pointless infighting, which in this case might even be unfair. (In fact I think the thing we should blame the state the most about was not making it clear beforehand that this was going to be unprecedented, not just "very severe". They probably didn't want to cause panic and mayhem but still. We should know.) Of course I am not talking about how the state will treat the afflicted regions from now on, which is entirely its responsibility. And we should stand next to Libya. Greece has its wounds to mend but it should absolutely provide support to Libya. We know what this freak phenomenon was like.

I know this text is long but please consider reblogging this. We should know what happens on our planet. Thousands of people are dead from a freak phenomenon devastating regions across lands and seas. Also forgive any mistakes I might have made although I believe the information is correct for the most part. I didn't speak more about Libya because I don't know enough to analyze the situation as much. Perhaps there are ways of supporting the country too. As a last note, this phenomenon was not freakish because of the climate change - it was just a very unusual occurence. However, the - otherwise normal - warmth of the sea did feed and intensify the storm and the climate change might in the future cause these super rare, accidental phenomena to become more frequent.