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[witchboxco]

Imbolc Altar Ideas & Correspondences

Imbolc, also known as Candlemas or Brigid's Day, marks the halfway point between the winter solstice and the spring equinox. It's a time to celebrate the returning light and the awakening of the Earth.

Altar Decorations:

Candles: Imbolc is strongly associated with the element of fire. Decorate your altar with candles in shades of white, yellow, and light blue to represent the increasing daylight.

Brigid's Cross: Craft or purchase a Brigid's Cross, a traditional symbol associated with the Celtic goddess Brigid. Hang it on your altar as a protective charm.

Seasonal Flowers: Place early spring flowers like snowdrops, crocuses, and daffodils on your altar. These symbolize the first signs of life returning to the land.

Herbs: Incorporate herbs such as rosemary, thyme, and cinnamon for their purifying and invigorating properties. Bundle them together with a red or white ribbon.

Seeds: Represent the potential for growth by adding a dish of seeds to your altar. Consider seeds associated with early spring crops like wheat or herbs.

Imbolc Symbols: Include symbols like lambs, ewes, and the sun to capture the essence of this seasonal transition.

Candle Holders: Choose unique candle holders or lanterns to enhance the ambiance. Consider using candle holders in the shape of suns, stars, or nature-inspired designs.

Divination Tools: Add divination tools like tarot cards or runes to your altar for seeking guidance during this transitional period.

Symbolic Stones: Integrate crystals such as citrine for abundance, aquamarine for clarity, and moonstone for intuition. Arrange them aesthetically around your altar.

Feathers: Symbolizing air and spirituality, feathers can be incorporated to invoke the energy of the season. Choose feathers from birds associated with the goddess Brigid, like swans or owls.

Artwork: Display artwork or illustrations that resonate with the themes of Imbolc. This could include depictions of Brigid, snow-covered landscapes, or symbols of growth and renewal.

Imbolc Incense: Craft or purchase incense blends with scents like frankincense, myrrh, and chamomile to fill your sacred space with a soothing and purifying aroma.

Correspondences

Goddess Brigid: Imbolc is sacred to Brigid, the Celtic goddess of hearth, home, and inspiration. Invoke her energy for healing, creativity, and protection.

Colors: White, yellow, light green, and light blue are associated with Imbolc. Use these colors in candles, altar cloths, and decorations to align with the festival's energy.

Stones: Crystals such as amethyst, garnet, and clear quartz resonate with Imbolc's energies.

Foods: Dairy products, especially cheese, and foods made with seeds like bread or muffins are fitting for Imbolc. Set offerings on your altar or incorporate them into your celebration feast.

Water: Imbolc is also associated with the element of water. Include a small bowl of water on your altar to symbolize purification.

Creativity Symbols: Imbolc is a time for inspiration and creative endeavors. Include symbols of your creative pursuits, such as a paintbrush, musical instrument, or writing quill.

Anointing Oils: Create or purchase anointing oils infused with herbs like lavender, rosemary, and frankincense. Use them to anoint candles, tools, or yourself during Imbolc rituals.

Animal Representations: Incorporate figurines or images of animals associated with Brigid, such as lambs, cows, or swans, to honor her connection to the animal kingdom.

Wheat or Corn Dolls: Craft small dolls from wheat or corn husks, symbolizing the harvest to come. Place them on your altar as a representation of the Earth's fertility.

Bell or Chimes: Hang a bell or wind chimes near your altar to symbolize the awakening of nature and the stirring of life. Ring it during your Imbolc rituals to mark significant moments.

Decorative Cloth: Choose an altar cloth with intricate patterns or symbols related to Imbolc, such as suns, wheels, or Brigid's crosses, to add a touch of magic to your sacred space.

May you find warmth in the returning light. <3

[themodernwitchsguide]

altars for greek heroes

ACHILLES: hero of the Trojan war, son of nereid Thetis

Colors: gold/bronze, red for Trojan War. blue, white for his mother Thetis

Offerings: yarrow, gold/silver, shells, gull feathers, olive, laurel, gemstones

Crystals: aquamarine, sodalite, jaspers (red, yellow, ocean especially)

*to honor Achilles you must also honor Patroclus*

PATROCLUS: hero of the Trojan war, son of King Peleus

Colors: gold/bronze, red for war. purple for royal birth

Offerings: incense/fire, oil, olive, laurel, gemstones, gold/silver

Crystals: agates (moss, tree especially), amethyst, lepidolite, rose quartz, citrine

ADONIS: lover of Aphrodite, became god of rebirth and beauty

Colors: pink, purple, red for beauty and association with Aphrodite

Offerings: fast growing plants (lettuce, fennel, barley, wheat), anemone and other flowers, dead plants, cake, honey

Crystals: flower agate, rose quartz, amethyst, rutilated quartz, jaspers (specifically rainforest or other green ones)

ARIADNE: helped Theseus to defeat the Minotaur, later married Dionysus and became goddess of labyrinths

Colors: gold for noble birth. purple for association with Dionysus

Offerings: grapes, puzzle toys, spools of thread or fabric art, wine, herbal tea, saffron

Crystals: grape agate, celestite, star jasper, pyrite, amethyst, scolectite, selenite

ASCLEPIUS: god of healing, son of Apollo

Colors: yellow, white for association with Apollo. red, pink, orange for healing

Offerings: snake skin, clay/bronze humanoid figurines, cypress, pine, olive trees, medicinal herbs

Crystals: quartz, rhodonite, amethyst, fluorite, selenite, citrine

ATALANTA: one of the Argonauts, devotee of Artemis, killed the Calydonian boar

Colors: brown, green for the hunt. white, blue, grey for association with Artemis

Offerings: pork, boar hide, apples, laurel, forgeables, lion/bear imagery

Crystals: jaspers, moss/tree agate, petrified wood, amethyst, rose quartz, selenite

CASTOR AND POLLUX: Pollux was a son of Zeus who shared his immortality Castor, they were turned into the Gemini constellation, saviors of seafarers

Colors: purple for noble birth. white and grey for association with zeus. black for the night sky

Offerings: shells, laurel, olive, meat, wine, two things conjoined (like two cherries or two grapes on a vine)

Crystals: star and ocean jaspers, sodalite, aquamarine, obsidian, hematite

HERAKLES: went mad and killed his wife and kids, did 12 labors as penance, god of strength and heroes

Colors: red, gold for strength and heroes

Offerings: hellebore, olive, laurel, meat, alcohol, yarrow

Crystals: bloodstone, carnelian, garnet, red jasper, smokey quartz, pyrite

HYACINTHUS: Spartan prince and lover of Apollo, became god of vegetation

Colors: pink, yellow, green for vegetation. yellow/gold for association with apollo

Offerings: iris (they were called hyacinths by the Greeks) and other flowers, grain, yarrow, clove

Crystals: tree/moss/flower agate, jaspers (especially bumblebee), citrine, carnelian, pyrite, honey calcite, amber

ODYSSEUS: clever hero of Homer's "The Odyssey," favored by Athena

Colors: gold, purple for royal status. grey, white for wisdom

Offerings: owl feathers, shells, boat imagery, poetry/speeches, laurel, olive, cypress

Crystals: jaspers, obsidian, quartz, aquamarine, turquoise, sodalite, bloodstone

ORION: lover of Artemis, was turned into a constellation after death. Sirius is his dog and Scorpius the scorpion that slayed him

Colors: black, white for night. brown, green for the hunt

Offerings: forageables, apples, hides/leather, mugwort, cypress, moon shaped items

Crystals: star jasper, bloodstone, selenite, celestite, howlite

ORPHEUS: son of Apollo, famed musician and poet of the Argonauts, travelled to Haides to try to save his wife Eurydice

Colors: yellow, gold, white for Apollo. black for the Underworld

Offerings: music (especially lyre), poetry, hymns, honey, laurel, wine, meats

Crystals: aventurine, obsidian, black tourmaline, smokey quartz, selenite, yellow jasper, honey calcite

PERSEUS: son of Zeus, slayer of Medusa, has a constellation

Colors: gold and red for hero status. white, grey, blue for association with Zeus

Offerings: meat, laurel, snake shed, alcohol, fruit, honey, milk (to honor his mother Danae)

Crystals: jaspers (red, star especially), bloodstone, serpentine, quartz, obsidian

THESEUS: slayer of the Minotaur, united Attica, completed six trials for the entrances to the Underworld that he passed on the way to Athens

Colors: blues for ocean, being a son of Poseidon (in some stories)

Offerings: ship imagery, meat, olive, yarrow, gold

Crystals: pyrite, sodalite, lapis lazuli, coral, blue aventurine, aquamarine

[ginkgo-phyta]

I dunnu if I'm asking right but Spencer with injured knee who feels bad that his gf is taking care of him so much but he's horny and he's also kinda feeling shy asking her to take care of his lil problem but she ofc delivers.

On a side note: cane spencer drives me insane ok thank you <3

yes yes, you asked right!! what a wonderful first request THANK YOU I LOVE YOU hopefully this inspires more people to request pls pls PLS im actually begging atp. anyway, im so loving this request and tell me why i was thirsting over spence w/ a cane literally last night we’re on the same wavelength rn anon ilysm. i hope this piece satisfies you! i actually strayed a lil bit from the prompt, in this spencer doesnt outright ask. i hope that okay eeee but if you want me to do another where he DOES actually verbally ask, i would love to do that, too. fair warning idk if this is still a "drabble" LMAO its 2.6k words i couldnt stop myself, but here you go, my love :] i hope you enjoy

SMUT, afab!reader, description of female anatomy, oral (male receiving)

It’s some odd hour of the night, the sounds of a black-and-white film Spencer’s not quite paying attention to playing on your laptop intermittently gets interrupted by the hoot of an owl perched on a tree somewhere in the distance. You pay it no mind, engrossed by the inviting images flashing before you as you absent-midedly trace figurines onto Spencer’s clothed leg. The two of you were nestled on the couch in his living room, your head resting in his lap after triple-checking you would be far enough from his injury and that he was comfortable. Although he tried his best to repeatedly reassure you, his current shifting began raising your doubts again. Your fingers abandoned their dancing right above his knee as you pushed your body up, leaning your weight on your hands placed firmly on the cushion to crane your head and look at your boyfriend

“Spencer, honey, what’s wrong?” Your voice was warm and full of worry, the timbre washing a feeling of love and desire over the doctor's body, sending a shiver down his spine.

“N-Nothing’s wrong,” he started with a stutter, clearing his throat before continuing, “why’d you move?” you were vaguely aware of his eyes darting down before meeting yours again, but you waved it off, figuring he was just caught off guard. In actuality, Spencer was trying his best not to stare at your mouth-watering cleavage pouring over the neckline of your lounging shirt, deliciously pushed up by the position of your arms.

“I moved because you keep moving, silly. Is your knee hurting again?” Your hand reached out to resume their traces, this time ghosting the top of the ailed joint, your gaze moving along with it. “Maybe it’s time to put some heat on it, hmm?” you mumbled to yourself and before Spencer could even object, you were moving off the sofa and toward the kitchen.

As soon as you were out of the vicinity, Spencer’s head fell back against the couch with a soft thud, a groan of frustration rolling out of his throat. You had been taking such good care of him since his knee got shot last week, refusing to let him do anything by himself. He tried to stop you at first, but you explained to him how rewarding it was to you. 

“I enjoy taking care of the people I love, Spencer,” you said with a serious look in your eyes, his face cupped gently between your palms, “I enjoy taking care of you. Please let me?” your words became quieter as your face inched closer to his. Spencer sighed at the feeling of your hands starting to card through his hair

“Okay, if you insist.” he sighed against your lips, finally giving in. The giggle his response drew from you drowned Spencer’s heart in ecstasy, and he decided he would simply return the favor some way, some time in the future.

That’s not what was frustrating him, though. It was how incredibly turned on he had been feeling the last couple days. The guilt of you having to take care of him, even if it’s something you wanted to do, prevented Spencer from touching you and he hated that. When it came to you, his lovely, kind, caring, thoughtful partner, all he wanted was to put his hands on you- sexually or not. Peppering your jaw with kisses, nuzzling his head into your neck, caressing your back as you rested on him, pressing his nose into your clit as his tongue delved into your folds; he lived for all of it. Even as you laid your head in his lap, he held back from massaging his fingertips against your scalp out of guilt and fear. He didn’t want you to feel like he was taking advantage of you, or pressure you into servicing him, if you will; even though he wanted it so bad and you were so close to his crotch it was making him crazy. Like a madman, he craved to touch you, to feel you. Your bare body pressed against his, nails scratching down his shoulders, your lips sucking his balls into your hot mouth, wet cunt spasming around his twitching cock. He knew none of that would happen, you reminded him as much after a check-up at the doctor’s office 

“The doctor said no physical activity, remember? I can’t have you moving around, honey.” you said to him with a pointed look after the two of you had returned home where one kiss led to two, becoming deeper and more passionate. You pulled away before it could go any further and dutifully reminded him. 

Since then, you mellowed down. Of course you gave Spencer massages wherever you felt he could use one, but you kept your kisses to pecks and made sure to stay on your side of the bed at night. Safe to say, Spencer was feening. 

He shut his eyes tight and ran his hands through his hair, trying to compose himself before you came back into the living room. “Come on, get a hold of yourself.” he grumbled quietly, slapping his fingers against his cheeks in an attempt to drill it into his head. The sound of your light padding drew him back to the moment and you emerged into his eyesight with a tray. 

“What’s all this?” Spencer let out a breathy chuckle, shifting to sit forward a bit more, as much as he could with his injured leg propped up on the table (on top of two pillows, as per your directions). 

“Well,” you started after setting the tray down next to the laptop, standing straight to admire your handiwork and huff stray strands of hair out of your face, “I was in the kitchen getting the hot pack ready, so I put some snacks together. And then I thought maybe you could use some tea! It’s just an herbal tea I put together earlier- it’s mainly willow bark, but I also used some ginger and cinnamon. It’ll help with the taste while helping you heal, too!” you clapped your hands together in excitement, holding them against your chest like a giddy toddler. Spencer couldn’t help but laugh lightly, pride swelling in his heart, joy stretching a smile from ear to ear. 

“I love you.” Was all he could say as he stared up at you. 

You laughed at his dumbfounded reaction, lightly pushing his shoulder. “And I love you, too.” you smiled back at him before leaning over to hand the cup of tea to him, “I want you to get better fast.” you said matter-of-factly, this time duly noticing Spencer’s eyes fixated on your breasts. As you bounded over to the other side of the couch, you bit your lip as dirty thoughts of Spencer flooded your mind. Even though you’ve been doing your best in controlling yourself, you still missed him. A pout couldn't help but mold your lips every time you gave him a short and simple peck or you restrained your hands from traveling over sensitive parts of his body when massaging his shoulders. 

You leaned back, body facing Spencer as you watched him sip on his tea. “How’s it taste, hon?” your voice had an unplaceable hint, causing Spencer to look over at you.

If he had taken a larger sip, the tea would have surely been spat out of his mouth as Spencer’s eyes met your figure. You were draped over the arm of the couch like a centerpiece, head tilted curiously to the side as your fingers played with the buttons of your thin satin shirt, a couple more popped open than before. He could see the edging of lace peeking out, beckoning to him, the shape of your pearled nipples begging to be free from their restraints. Spencer’s dick twitched in his pants.

“U-um,” he stuttered, shakingly putting the cup back on the table and averting his gaze from you. Spencer wiped his hands on his thighs, “G-good. It-” an audible gulp pierces his sentence, “Yeah, it’s nice.” He tries to lean back and focus on the movie still playing in front of him, but your movement from the corner of his eye has a grip on his attention.

You basically crawl over to him, the leather couch creaking as you settle as close to his body as you can. Side pushed against the back cushion, your legs tucked under you, knees pressing against Spencer’s thigh. He begins to squirm, trying to ignore the tent growing in his pants- but you don’t. 

“Oh, baby,” you rasped seductively, one hand reaching out to press against his thigh, the other tucking his long hair behind his ear, “do you need me to take care of you?”

Spencer let out a shaky breath, the feeling of your hand so close to his crotch immediately caused his eyelids to drop close. The beginnings of a whimper bubbled up in the back of his throat, but he contained it. He didn’t trust himself to speak, residing to vigorously shaking his head. 

“No?” you demurred with a quirk of a brow, fingers waltzing over to graze his hardening cock, “It doesn’t seem like that’s true.” you lean closer to him, breasts pressing against his arm as you whisper against the shell of his ear. “It’s okay, baby, you can tell me.”

Against his wishes, the whimper broke free from Spencer’s throat, sauntering like music into your ears. You hummed in delight at the reaction you’re eliciting from Spencer as his head rolled to bump into yours; his hands shoved under his hands, veins in his arms bulging as he tried his hardest to hold himself back. His bottom lip is trapped in between his teeth, chest rising and falling at a quickened pace to keep up with his ragged breathing as your fingers fully grip him, palm slowly grinding into his base. 

“No!” he blurted out, “It’s okay, you don’t have to. You- oh! You already do s-so much for me. Besides, we can’t, you said…you said so yourself- mm-mhm!” a piteous moan cuts his sentence off and you can’t help but revel in it.

You think back to the conversation he references, shaking your head when you find a loophole, “I said you couldn’t move…That doesn’t mean I can’t still take care of you.” with a smirk you shift slightly, moving your hands to push at the waistband of Spencer’s plaid pajama pants. Before you could get it down even an inch, Spencer’s hands fly up to grab your wrists. 

The way he crooned out your name had your eyes whipping to meet his, confusion welding your features, “You r-really don’t have to,” Spencer swallowed hard once again, but his voice was steadier than before, more firm, “I feel so bad, you’ve done so much for me. I…” a second passes as he tries to find the right words, “I feel so guilty for making you do this. I shouldn’t even be so turned on it’s wrong-”

You cut him off before he can go on, your hands moving to gently grasp both of his as you attempt to reassure him, “Spencer, you’re not ‘making’ me do anything. It’s not wrong at all. I want to- I want you. I miss making you feel good, baby. It’s okay to be turned on, won’t you let me help you?” One of your hands caresses his cheek, thumb shifting to trace under his bottom lip. “I’ll be careful, I know exactly how to make you feel good without you having to move a muscle.” Your once reassuring voice is back to dripping with desire as you whisper against the corner of his mouth, reeling Spencer in with ease.

He moans at your words, nuzzling into your palm and he digests your words. After a couple seconds go by, eyes flitting between each of yours to confirm your feelings, he caves in, “Please…”

His breathy plea spurs you onward and you make quick work of pulling down his pants just enough to let his cock spring free. The sight of his unbelievably hard, thick length hitting his abdomen was drool-worthy. Spencer sighed at the feeling of the cool air slicing the leaky head of his dick. He rested his head back against the sofa, watching you through heavy lids. You adjusted your position to get more comfortable before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his tip, looking up at Spencer to watch his face. “Remember,” you started with a wicked smile, a single finger drawing up the underside of his length, “don’t move, honey.” And with that you descended onto his cock. 

Ideally, you would have taken your time, but you were a starved woman. As soon as the head of Spencer’s cock passed your lips, you were moaning. You couldn’t even look up at him as you usually loved to do, losing yourself in the feeling of his fat cock stretching your lips. You sucked him in, first working the top half to warm yourself up, swirling your tongue around the tip, pressing into his sensitive spot, before swallowing down the rest. Obscene sounds filled the fervent air of the apartment, the salacious music emanating from Spencer’s throat proved to be the icing on the cake. 

His hands were balled up, one desperately trying to hold onto the leather of the couch while the other fisted the fabric of your shirt, knuckles pressed against your back. Spencer felt like he was ascending to heaven, each suck of your lips, lap of your tongue, moan around his cock, had whimpers and unintelligent pleas mumbling from his mouth. “Yes, yes, yes!” was the only coherent sentence he could form. He didn’t hold back, either, paying no mind to whether or not his neighbors would be awoken. 

His head thrashed against the back couch cushion as the desire to buck up his hips heightened. Your palms pressing into the top of his thighs, nails digging into his skin, prevented him. Still, you deftly bobbed up and down his long cock. 

“A-ah, please! More, more, pleasee!” he whined out, his entire body shuddering from the pleasure. You moaned in response, not waiting any longer to burrow down on him, his length reaching even further down the back of your throat until your nose hit the dense plat of curly hair covering his base. “Oh my fucking God” Spencer groaned, his hands flying to rest on your head, fingers tangling into your hair, but not pushing you down. You stayed there for a few seconds, nails grounded further into the flesh of his thighs, allowing Spencer to feel the way your throat contracted around his cock. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” he breathed out, pushing your hair out of your face to look down at you properly. The view of you completely consuming him, eyes rolled back into your head, tears pricking the corners, brows furrowed in concentration as you fought your gag reflex and moaned around him almost had Spencer cumming down your throat right then and there. He would’ve, too, if you hadn’t released him from your mouth with a squelch, moving up closer to his line of sight, panting to catch your breath. 

Spencer tried to thrust his hips up, but you held your weight down on him. “Oh, baby,” he whined out, cupping your face with both his big hands. You stared at him with a fucked out smile, chin covered in a mixture of your drool and his precum which you then wiped at with the back of your hand. “Please,” he whined, his splayed fingers pressing into the side of your hairline and your neck, “I’m so close. Wanna cum so bad…” he pulled your face to his and dove into to engulf your lips with his. He moaned into the deep kiss, tasting himself on you. Much to his dismay, you pulled away just a couple seconds later, leaving your lips against his to whisper:

“You wanna come in my mouth or in my pussy, baby?”

A/N: and, scene!! thank you again, anon, for being my first request, this was so fun and i actually finished this in one sitting just for you! anyone want a pt.2 where reader rides spencer??? wink wink :D also why do i have this scenario in my head when reader is absent-mindedly like...stroking spencer's cane LOL but it just turns him tf on cuz hes like omg i need you to do that to my dick pls HAHAHA

[darrowfire15]

My Pokemon Team (as of 2024)

@palettepainter and I are making our ideal Pokemon teams. This is mine.

Houndoom - I have always liked the dog Pokemon and when I got my first Manectric card in middle school, I fell in love. But once mega forms were introduced, Houndoom just became 200% cooler. And who could say no to a face like that?

Besides looks, Houndoom can be a pretty strong Pokemon, being a fire/dark type who mostly live in packs. The Pokédex entry suggests that if you get hit by its fire, the pain will never go away. Creepy, but effective.

Absol - This is also a Pokemon that I fell in love with their mega form before their original form. Also, Absol is just very mysterious in general. Being known as the "Disaster Pokemon" doesn't help its reputation, but it still deserves love for a unique design.

Absol is a dark type Pokemon with a calm disposition and a humanoid face. It also dislikes fighting, so it doesn't like changing into its mega form, which I would be fine with.

Hydreigon - I cannot make my team without a dragon type (says the person obsessed with dragons), and what's more dragon than Hydreigon? Since the Pokemon Anime had a Black and White episode dedicated to Iris taming one, I thought it was the coolest thing.

Hydreigon is a very destructive dark/dragon type Pokemon with only the middle head having a brain and just attacking/biting everything it comes across, but I'm sure with a lot of patience (and bandages), it could be trained.

Gliscor - No Pokemon team is complete without a Pokemon who can fly (in my opinion), and that goes to Gliscor with an interesting design for both stages. I have the Gligar Pokemon card and was on the hunt for the Gliscor card before I stopped collecting them.

Gliscor is a ground/flying type that looks to be a mix between a bat and a scorpion. Also, IT CAN GROW TO 6'07". That is insane when compared to its first stage, where it's half that height.

Decidueye - In terms of Pokemon name memorization goes, I stopped after we hit the Alola region, but I remember loving the Owl starter that was an archer (during my small archer phase). The glow up from a small owl to a Robin Hood-esque vibe is really cool.

Decidueye is a grass/dark type who fires arrow quills from its wings with precise aiming that it never misses. It also pulls on the vines of its hood to aid in focus. I also think he's just so badass.

Glaceon - Somehow, I never escape the Eeveelutions, so let's go with one of my favorites: Glaceon. I had a Glaceon action figure that I brought everywhere along with my other Pokemon figures.

Glaceon is an ice type who can freeze the air around itself to make small ice crystals. It does this by controlling its own body heat so that it drops to a freezing level.

The whole team, with their types put into thought, are very strong against Ghost and Fairy type Pokemon, but weak to Fighting type. I put my team in this website to see the strengths, weaknesses, etc. https://richi3f.github.io/pokemon-team-planner/plan/#home

My previous team consisted of Houndoom, Absol, Hydreigon, Gengar, Chandelure, and a shiny Sylveon, and the team before that was basically Manectric, Hawlucha, and Lucario (a mix of Pokemon figurines and cards).

[stalkerofthegods]

Athena Pallas/Minerva Deep dive

To the wisest of the wise, to the goddess that tells us the wisdom, may we all cheer for her, like how men and women and all equal in war would cheer after victory.

Herbs • Olive tree, Tiger lilies, geranium, oak, cypress, Hellebore (Christmas and Lenten rose), and citrus tree, walnuts, pears

Animals• owl, snake, rooster, griffins, horses (she taught men how to tame horses), female lambs, doves (as a symbol of victory), rams, eagles, tigers, leopards, and other cats (could not find why but many were in agreement.)

Zodiac • She was mostly celebrated in June/July so I would say, Gemini, Cancer, and Leo.

Colors • gold, orange, yellow, emerald green, and royal blue

Crystal• bronze, metal, gold, silver, Azurite, Iolite, ruby, star sapphire, turquoise, lapis lazuli, ivory, Amazonite, Iolite, Bloodstone, Clear Quarterrtz, onyx.

Symbols• owls, olive trees, snakes, the Gorgoneion, golden shield, and helmet, serpents 

Jewelry you can wear in their honor• you can veil in their honor

Diety of • knowledge, knowledge in war, crafting, inspiration, strategy 

Patron of• Military, justice, skills, close combat, good counsel, prudent restrain and practical insight, weaving, and spinning, crocheting, the defense of towns, heroic endeavor, and protection agriculture, she is known in the arts as well with Hephaestus, protectress of the phratries and houses, authority of the law, the order in the courts and the assembly of the people, mathematics, strength, asexuality, librarians, peace, judges, protests, metalwork, birds (called the goddess of the birds), teachers

Offerings• She was sacrificed bulls, rams cows, all female except a lamb, it must be a male lamb, Locrian maidens or children are said to have been sacrificed to her every year as an atonement for the crime committed by the Locrian Ajax upon Cassandra (do not do, just here for historic offerings.), Olives, Bread, Grains, Olive oil, Cakes, Olive tree branches, Owl figurines or imagery, Silver jewelry, Honey, Milk, Books, Strategy games, Quality chess boards, Snake figurines or imagery, Fountain pens, Handmade objects, Clay items ( ex- plates, bowls, vases), Yellow and/or white candles, Yoghurt, Daggers, Swords (including small decorative versions), Devotional poems, Studying, Learning something new, Using what you learn as a way of growing and developing as a person, Standing up for yourself, Improving yourself, Owl pellets, Owl decoys for gardens,Work out clothes/gear, Fidget toys for when you’re working, Brain imagery, Spider imagery, Crafts you have made, Certificates/degrees/awards for achievements, Favorite books/books on mythos or Greece, Knitting/crocheting/crafting materials, Needles, Your glasses, Coffee/tea, Nice pens/pencils, Journals/notebooks, Voting stickers/cards, Spears/swords/daggers/helmets, Protest signs, pears, walnuts, Garlic bread, Start a small side business.

Devotional• Read a book, become a librarian as a summer job, or simply check out or return a book, join a book club, host a book club, learn Battle strategies, learn Wars and how they were won, learn What led to wars being lost, read The Art of War by Sun Tzu, learn about Politics,  Democracy in Ancient Greece, learn about Armor and weapons, Catch and release spiders in your home, do Pottery, learn about Cross stitching and knitting, Tutor someone/get tutoring for areas you need help in, Watch TED talks/listen to educational podcasts, Plan out your day/keep a planner, Thinking before taking action, controlling our anger,  Learn new vocab words, Make your notes pretty, Learn study techniques, Take appropriate study breaks, Do projects for Her, Challenge yourself, Learn grounding techniques, Do your homework, Give up things that are unhealthy for your brain (ex-  smoking cannabis, drinking.), work out, Learn basic first aid, take CPR classes, Take care of your body, Go to protests/advocate

Ephithets• will post later, postponed due to motivational issues, will come soon. 

Equivalents (alike but not the same)• neith (Egyptian), thrud (Norse), Minerva (roman), Athena (Greek) 

Alter• I would not put her alter near Heaphestus, be tried to violate her in a myth, I would not put her alter near Aphrodite because they are known to not get along in myths, but things could have changed. She does work well with heroes, so if you worship Hercules or Perseus I would put her alter near them, I would not put her near Arachne and keep her alter away from spider areas, etc. Keep her altar clean and orderly. She does not like the giant Pallas, he tried to ruin her chastity.

Signs they are reaching out• Encounters with owls, olive trees, or feelings of wisdom and inspiration, seeing owls in the day, going to the library more often, staying after school. 

Vows/omans• to stay a virgin forever, and to change her name 

Number• 6 or 7 and 5 (I couldn't find a website that could agree.)

Morals• Morally lawful

Personality• Strong, endearing, respected, smart, confident, practical, clever, a master of disguises, and a great warrior. Brings Harvard teachers to shame. 

Home• Mount Olympus 

Mortal or immortal • Immortal 

Fact• Some say she invented the flute, she invented the plow, and the rake, borrows tools from Zeus to do war saves people when fate counts on it, she repels Ares, some say Athena’s full name is Pallas Athena, but they say she added the name Pallas to hers after she accidentally mortally injured her friend Pallas during a practice session in her youth.  Athena was seen naked bathing, she felt bad for the man, she covered his eyes and made him blind, making him an oracle.

Curses• blindness, more spiders, spilling tea, dyslexia getting harder, losing ur glasses, no one knowing who you're dressed as during Halloween, getting into fights, unjust detentions, no one showing up to class, getting fired as a teacher or librarian (unjustly), dropping books and learning stuff all of the sudden, forgetting materials that you learned on your test, your quizzes and tests get lost.

Blessings• remembering test materials, witty replies in arguments, detentions all of the sudden going away, getting into your dream college, getting into a book club, finding ur books, getting a librarian or teacher or tutor job.

Roots• Greek, near the river Triton born after or in the Titanomachy era.

Friends• Pallas (her friend growing up)

Parentage• Some say Poseidon then she went to Zeus after a dispute and became his daughter, and some say metis and Zeus, some say Hepeastus.

Siblings• Artemis, Aphrodite, the Muses, the Graces, Ares, Apollo, Dionysus, Hebe, Hermes, Heracles, Helen of Troy, Hephaestus, Minos, Perseus, and Porus.

Children• She does not have any romantic lovers, but she has adopted children, who are, Erikhthonios/Erichthonius.

Pet• one white and three dark horse and an owl, (she shares a chariot with Artemis) 

Appearance in astral or gen•  a stately woman armed with a shield and spear, and wearing a long robe, crested helm, and the famed aigis with the the Gorgon Medusa on a shield

Festivals • The cleansing Festival/Plynteria and Kallynteria Festival, the threshing festival/Skira Festival, the festival of Minerva/Minor Quinquatrus, The panatheanaea/Athena Festival, The Vintage festivalOschophoria Festival, the artisans Festival/Chalkeia Festival.

Day • she does not have any day of the week, the 23 of each month, and the first day. 

Sacred places• The Parthenon on the Acropolis of Athens is dedicated to her, and Athens.

Status• Wisdom goddess, One of the major theoi and goddesses in Greek mythology 

What angers her • If you stop worshiping her, I would clean up and part respectfully and know she understands, she does not like the sudden removal of an alter and the trashing of one.

The music she likes• classical and lo-fi study music.

Planet• Pallas Athene (minor planet) and the Asteroids 93 Minerva and 2 Pallas

Her Tarot cards• queen of swords, queen of wands, justice card, balance card

Remind me of• the saying “hitting the books” and someone actually throwing books, twilight from My Little Pony, Dead Trees (books)

Scents/Inscene • Patchouli, dragon’s blood, musk, indigo, orange blossom, cinnamon, and cedarwood

My opinion • She's cool.

Prayers• 

Prayer To Athena by Liz “Morning Dove” La Posta

Oh, wise Athena with your spear and shield, protect me and my family from injustice and harm. Council me with your wisdom so that I may make the best decisions. Grant me success in my endeavors, but keep me humble so that I might not become condescending to others. I thank you for the many times you have guided me on my Path. Share with me your mysteries and I will do my best to follow. Athena my Goddess, I pray this in your sacred name, and I vow to always be your faithful dedicant.

Prayer to Athena for Wisdom

Clear-eyed Athena, unrivaled in wisdom, daughter of Zeus and Metis whose craft and wit excelled among the mighty Titans: Athena, I pray to you. Wise in all things you are, goddess; your cunning and guile are well known. In time of war you have no equal in tactics or in strategy; many armies have you guided to victory. In time of peace your blessings fall on those whose work is of the mind–friend of the philosopher, the scientist, the student. Advisor of kings, patron of clever heroes and bold-hearted adventurers, defender of the thinker, mistress of reason and understanding, goddess to whom a strong arm and a sharp sword are nothing without the sense to wield them well and the insight to know when words are worth more than weapons. Athena, grant me a sound mind and steady temper, bless me with good judgment, show me the long view.

Links/websites/sources •seleniangnosis https://www.theoi.com/Cult/AthenaTitles.htmlhttps://www.britannica.com/topic/Athena-Greek-mythology https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Athenahttps://www.perseus.tufts.edu/Herakles/athena.html https://www.theoi.com/Olympios/Athena.html

https://www.worldhistory.org/athena/#google_vignettehttps://greekgodsandgoddesses.net/goddesses/athena/https://olympioi.com/greek-gods/athenahttps://ilfiorello.com/athena-the-importance-of-the-name/https://www.theoi.com/Cult/AthenaTitles.htmlhttp://www.goddess-athena.org/Encyclopedia/Rituals/Festivals/index.htm ATHENA'S BIRTH ON THE NIGHT OF THE DARK MOON - JSTOR 881 Athene - Wikipedia Athena | Olympian Goddess of Wisdom | Born from Zeus SkullGoddess Gift https://www.crystalvaults.com/goddess-athena/#:~:text=Crystals%20such%20as%20Azurite%2C%20Iolite,Athena%20can%20bring%20to%20you.Athena: Greek Goddess Of Wisdom And Craftsmanshiphttps://www.museandmoonstone.com/blogs/blog/crystals-goddess-athenaThoughtCohttps://www.thoughtco.com › what...What Are the Symbols of the Greek Goddess Athena?numeralgame.64g.ruhttp://www.numeralgame.64g.ru › ...Numerology and ancient Greek myths. Pythagorean numerological number 5. Goddess Gifthttps://goddessgift.com › goddessesAthena: Greek Goddess Of Wisdom And Craftsmanship Number Seven Facts, Symbolism & Meaning - Study.com Holy And Unholy Numbers - Street Directory Athena: Greek Goddess Of Wisdom And Craftsmanshipseleniangnosis travelingthief Titanomachy Definition, Myth & Impact - Study.com Athena Siblings - 1379 Words | Internet Public Library - IPL.org Athena Justice, Mythology Tarot Enamel Pin - LitJoy Crate Inner Goddess Tarothttps://innergoddesstarot.com › go...Goddesses in Tarot: Athenahttps://www.hellenion.org/athena/prayer-to-athena/https://www.tumblr.com/tarotbee

I use resources, I do not own the info, and most deep dives have UPG (that I use in my work.) And I only take some information from sources. I am 14, this is my hobby, I am learning but I spent many hours and days on this, and I am always open to criticism. I have been doing worship for 5 years. Please know you can use the info, I do not sue, but I will take action if this work is used without permission and not put as a resource if used in any work. without permisson and not put as a resource if used in any work, for the public.

[the-devils-girl94]

Christmas Betting Game 💋🎁

Chapter 1: Lexi Proposes A Bet! 💋

((I told you guys I would be bringing back this picture to explain it's meaning! Hope you guys enjoy this little smutty self-insert!))

Lexi grinned at herself in the mirror, showing off her sharp teeth, as she eyed herself. Red like her eyes, she wore a bodycon dress that showed her voluptuous curves. It had no straps or strings, leaving an ample amount of cleavage to show and her shoulders bare. The hem of the dress was decorated with trims of white, faux fur. And a beautiful bow tied it altogether perfectly. With a pair of elbow-length gloves and thigh-high stockings, it completed and captured the very look she was aiming for.

A sexy, Missus Claus.

"Coo. Coo."

She felt a soft, fluttering sensation on her cheek and she looked over into the purple-tinted glasses of her owl. She gave them a smile and gently scooped up the small bird in her hand.

She placed the creature on top of her head, where it quickly settled itself into her curls like a nest. It gave her a phantom thumb's up. Chuckling, she gave herself one last look and grabbed a nearby Santa hat, putting it on her head. "I think I should dress up more often," she muttered to herself. "I should ask Asmo sometime."

"Coo," the owl replied in answer, but Lexi only rolled her ruby eyes at it. She made her way to her door, where she also grabbed a bag and a note, and left her room.

It was time for a new game to start.

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It was another bustling day for the House of Lamentation. The brothers were once more getting ready for RAD and enjoying yet another eventful breakfast. But, this time, they were stunned to silence when the only human occupant decided to make her appearance.

Sauntering in the room, decked out in her Santa outfit, Lexi proudly exclaimed, " Ho ho ho, bitches!"

"Oi, Lexi, watch your language!," frowned Lucifer. He narrowed his eyes at her, but she only laughed in response, causing his brow to twitch in annoyance. He really didn't want to deal with today. "And please tell me what is the meaning of this? Why aren't you dressed for school?"

"I decided to skip school today. I got something I want to propose to you all."

Lucifer stood to protest but Satan, the fourth oldest of the bunch, abruptly intervened. "And what is it that you're thinking of proposing, Lexi?," he asked, giving her a smile that showed how amusing the whole situation was playing out in front of him.

She smiled back at him before returning her gaze to Lucifer, meeting his eyes coolly. "I want to play a game with you guys. And I think you'll all like what I got as a prize if you win."

Asmodeus, to the right of her, gasped in delight and clapped his hands together rapidly. "Ooh, I'm getting excited! I don't even know what the game is but I can tell I'm gonna win!," he squealed.

"Is the prize gonna be food? I'll play if there's some limited edition snacks involved," came the sound of the sixth oldest brother, Beelzebub. And soon the others started to chime in.

"Obviously, the prize should be money! Some cold, hard Grimm, man!"

"Waaah, if it's that new Ruri-chan figurine I've been anxiously waiting for my entire life, I would be so set!"

"Hm, I definitely wouldn't mind a new book that's been circulating in my social circles that I haven't gotten my hands on yet."

Lexi sighed and pouted as the attention from the brothers were fading away from her. She napped her fingers and a large phantom hand holding a buzzer came from underneath her hat. The sight of the hand caused Mammon to yelp and hide.

"BZZT!"

The sound of the buzzer caught everyone's attention and they were once again focusing on her. "Thank you, Sozzy," she petted the fuzzy owl under hat, chuckling when it nuzzled against her hand; the creature letting out a soft 'yeey' only Lexi could hear. Clearing her throat, she spoke again. "All of you are wrong! Though, thanks for telling me what I should get you for Christmas, but this prize is something more valuable and precious."

"Well, what is it?," came the annoyed voice of Lucifer, who was already done with the young woman's antics.

Hearing that, Lexi gave everyone a shit-eating grin, showing off her sharp, pearly whites. She brought her hands up to her breasts, leaning over the dining room table as she did so, which made all the brothers' cheeks heat up.

"It's me!"

[jynxd]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ The owl mask

͟͟͞͞➳❥ Appearance.

His mask takes the appearance of an owl. The main part of the mask is a refined white a with gold bordering. When he initially constructed the mask it was pristine. However, now there are various cracks in his mask from his many encounters with Jinx. These cracks are sealed shut and filled with gold filling. Ekko has an extreme attachment to this mask, as such he never makes a new one and always repairs it.

͟͟͞͞➳❥ Origins

As a child, before the uprising, Ekko was raised by his parents, of which his mother had owl vastayan lineage. (His father being chameleon.) His mother displayed an obvious love for owls as a result. Ekko had even crafted her a small makeshift owl figurines. Most of which always broke.

After the uprising and being taken fully in by Benzo, Ekko grew close to Benzo. So much so that after Benzo died and after Ekko had conquered his shimmer addiction, he returned to Benzo's shop. He collected a certain mask from it and crafted parts to match, making a bigger mask.

(This was also the mask he used to spy through and eavesdrop on conversations.) The mask itself is a reminder of his parents, as well as a way to keep Benzo with him.

[lilimonarch]

Doctor Hanahaki - I haven't felt that in a while. [6]

Doctor Hanahaki

Chapter 6

WC: ~2936

Akaashi works through his life as a doctor, but something has shifted. There's a feeling he has not felt before as he starts to slip.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47404093/chapters/131136568

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Akaashi Keiji hated cherry blossoms.

The flowers bloomed, covering the roads with beautiful hues of whites and pastels, children picking up the petals and tossing them in the air as Akaashi took a walk in the park after a day in the clinic. Sure, he had an appearance on the air later in the evening, but that was later, and this was now and right now, Akaashi had to clear his mind.

Most people enjoyed cherry blossoms; most people appreciated their beauty on the trees. Akaashi on the other hand, more commonly saw these petals covered in blood, spit, belonging to Hanahaki victims. Yet, he still walked, through the sidewalks covered in petals. His mind was foggy, clouded, a mess. He knew he had a habit of overthinking practically anything, but this was different.

A new memory had come to him. Not a memory, a dream. A dream which seemed too real to not be a memory, but it can't be a memory if he doesn't remember so-

Akaashi was overthinking it again.

This dream from the night prior was him in a hospital bed, a bracelet of blue beads on his wrist. There were clearly letters on beads, spelling out something. Of course, his own subconscious wasn't going to reveal information that has been suppressed and erased. Again, Akaashi was overthinking it. Why now? After 20 years of living his life without asking questions, why was he so curious about his past?

He now wishes he had asked his mother before she passed away.

Akaashi looked up, seeing an old couple sitting on a bench by the sidewalk. It appeared he was not the only one simply trying to enjoy the environment and weather. The couple had no phones, no books, they were simply sitting and soaking in the sunlight. Akaashi didn't feel it was missing, having love in his life. He lived perfectly fine as it was: he was successful, comfortable, and free from the constricts of love. A part of him, however, thought he could maybe take Bokuto on one of these walks.

Bokuto was on his mind more nowadays. His patient, someone who treated him so kindly, someone who seemed to know him inside-out, despite hardly being past the professional level. The lack of professionality with Bokuto did not seem to bother him as much as he thought it would, he enjoyed Bokuto's company. They were friends, and after Bokuto fainted for the first time a month ago, Akaashi found that Bokuto became his constant in life.

Bokuto was important to him.

As the alarm on his phone rang six o' clock, Akaashi turned away from the old couple and started to head back to his car. He had an interview on the news and Yamaguchi's files would be dropping in anytime soon, plus a call from an insider at the hospital with hopefully some updates on Hanahajou.

Akaashi sat in his car, looking at the small owl figurine which hung from his car mirror. Bokuto had gifted it to him, as a thank you for staying with him in the hospital. Bokuto seemed like an owl, at least in the older pictures he would show Akaashi. His hair gelled up almost looked like spiked feathers. Nowadays, his hair was down and soft, lacking the personality Bokuto had shown when they had first met.

Akaashi drove home, still unable to get his mind off of Bokuto. It was a dangerous game, making connections with his patients, on a legal and personal standing. He was allowed to be friends with his patient, it wasn't like he was romantically involved or anything! What hurt more, was the fact it grew more and more realistic Bokuto would not last till next winter. His muscles completely wasted away. Constant eyebags under his eyes which didn't shine with the same brightness. His voice was quieter, hoarse from the constant coughing of the months, but he always smiled. Bokuto was always smiling with Akaashi, no matter how much pain he was in. Bokuto was not like his other friends. Bokuto was especially important to him, it would appear. Whenever Bokuto was around, Akaashi found himself feeling emotions all unfamiliar.

Bokuto felt like warmth, like comfort. Akaashi did not feel that empty missing feeling he could never pinpoint when he was with Bokuto.

Akaashi unlocked the door to his home, immediately heading to boot the computer and making sure he looked presentable. His hair was fine, his video-worthy façade was fine, everything was going to be fine. Three... two... one.

"Good evening, everyone! We are live, once again, with our amazing Dr. Hanahaki, Dr. Akaashi Keiji. How are you doing, Dr. Akaashi!" The reporter gleamed a smile through the screen, rather sickening to Akaashi.

Right, attractive façade to pull in the views so he would get paid. "I'm doing well, thank you." Money was nice, the job looked good on his resume, so he needed this. Well off, but still paying college loans from America.

"Of course, now any major updates with Hanahajou that you think the audience should know? The surgery's effect has been doubted for the past few months, and there are families trying to sue for surgeries going wrong with Hanahajou."

Akaashi nodded. "The surgeries, unfortunately, are not for me to comment on. This is still a relatively new variant so us doctors are learning about the disease every day. No medical mistakes are being made as far as I know, but I can understand the sadness of the families of a surgery going wrong. However, the surgery has been proven and proves time and time again it is extremely effective against Hanahaki. People who have Hanahaki, but no special variant, should not be discouraged by this news." Reassurance the families of Japan desperately needed. Just because Hanahaki wasn't as widespread as the flu doesn't mean they don't have the right to be worried. "I am an advocate for patients as any doctor would be, but we still don't have the information. Hanahajou has proven much deadlier, but our friends in the science field are working day and night to find-"

A flash, a vivid memory of his teenage self, curled in on the hospital bed as he gasped for air. "To find..." His vision was getting spotty as he screamed and begged for his mom, the fear of feeling he would die at such a young age. The fear of the unknown.

Snap out of it.

"To find a treatment for Hanahajou." Akaashi finished, the reporter giving him an eye of concern as Akaashi pushed it away. He was off his game, that's for sure.

"Alright, that's it for our Hanahaki news. Thank you for enlightening us with your extent knowledge, Dr. Akaashi."

Akaashi waited not even a second before hanging up from the video call, leaning back into his chair with a sigh. Through the door, Nariko came crawling up to his lap, Akaashi smiling slightly as he stroked the cat. "Always wanting your affection, don't you?"

The phone rings before Akaashi has a proper chance to finally relax. His friend at the hospital, with big news. He races to the phone, picking it up and rubbing his eyes.

He's been more tired lately.

"Hello! Akaashi! Big news, big news for you," the person on the line is practically gleaming, but it's that partially worrisome gleam masochists get. Maybe masochist isn't the right word. Science people always got excited about science things, and science news was hardly ever good nowadays.

"Good news?"

The persona of brightness dies within an instant, Akaashi already getting the hint. "When is it ever good news?" His friend jokes, even Akaashi getting a light chuckle at their current position in life. "It's Hanahajou news. Good news is we have new information, if that counts."

"It doesn't count," Akaashi shook his head, opening the email sent with new files from one of his cases. Yamaguchi, tests came back. He's truly considering the surgery may be the only option at this point, and he can't help but feel uneasy about it. "What's the news?"

There is a small sigh from the other side of the phone, Akaashi knows what it is. "Surgery with Hanahajou is officially a no-go, the WHO is supposed to verify that by the end of the week. We can't get a successful surgery without the thorns puncturing their lungs," the voice says, and all Akaashi can see is Bokuto sitting in his office as they are running out of options. "We lost another trial-patient today. There was a truckload of paperwork so the family can't sue, but we are about to be in a lot of trouble when this breaks out."

"Do you have any other news? Anything you want to pass through the grapevine to a lowly clinic doctor," Akaashi was trying to joke, trying to lighten the situation and the pit in his stomach.

They were running out of time.

"Lowly clinic doctor? You kidding? What wouldn't I tell Dr. Hanahaki himself?" They both laughed. "That's all, but I was watching you on the news..." Akaashi glanced away, watching Nariko play by his feet, ashamed of his performance. Right, the world saw that.

"I'm just tired, I spaced out. Nothing bad."

"If you say so. Good night, Dr. Akaashi. Get some rest then, you work harder than most of us."

Akaashi found it difficult to fall asleep that night.

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"Yamaguchi? It's nice to see you again," Akaashi walked in the room, Yamaguchi sitting on the small bed in the doctor's office with a few files in his hand. He sat in the chair in the room, glancing at his patient while going over the notes Kiyoko took. "Any updates I should know about before we begin?"

"There's blood on the petals," Yamaguchi brought his knees up to his chest, and Akaashi found it difficult to convince himself Yamaguchi was an adult old enough to drink and not a child in school. He was so small now, having lost a significant amount of weight over the past month. His eyes were tired, and lips chapped from all the coughing. "I get fevers sometimes; they come and go."

"Have you thought about the surgery at all?" Akaashi set the files aside, putting his full attention on Yamaguchi as the other teared up. Compassion: part of the job. It was the part he was less good at than Sugawara or Kiyoko, but an important part he was still skilled at, nonetheless. "Take your time, I know it's a rough decision."

Yamaguchi glanced towards the window, Akaashi watching as two crows landed on the windowsill. "I... I'm a bit scared, I don't want to forget him," he sighed. "Yeah, he's a bit eccentric, that's for sure- but we've been friends since forever. We went to school together, we graduated together, and... I don't want to throw all those memories away."

Throw those memories away?

Akaashi had made his choice. Well, it was not much of a choice, but he could not take it back. A flash, he stood on a volleyball court, wearing a uniform of gray, yellow, and black. The colors were muddled with each other. It was similar to the dream he had a while ago, a dream he could never erase from his mind. He sets the ball to the spiker, now being able to see the built figure as he slams the ball down into the opponent's court. The crowd roars, cheering a name Akaashi can't pinpoint.

"Dr. Akaashi?"

Akaashi blinks a few times, no longer on the court but in the doctor's office. "I apologize, I zoned out. I can see why you would feel that way," Akaashi nods. "Surgery is your top option at this point. You are young and otherwise healthy; I have no doubts they will approve it. As I stated earlier, the choice is yours," he had to be frank, he had to be honest. The signs weren't looking good, and he had to do the other part of his job he did not like as much. "I can get you more inhalers, oxygen at home, but it's all just buying time. You have time, Yamaguchi, but I know it's limited."

Bokuto does not have time.

"Yeah," Yamaguchi nodded, sighing. "Yeah, let's do it. I want to."

There was no paperwork to be done just yet, but at the end of the day, Dr. Akaashi Keiji filled out a form recommending Yamaguchi Tadashi for the Hanahaki surgery. He pressed the submit button, leaning back in his chair as Sugawara came from the hallway.

"It's Wednesday," Sugawara grinned, bag in hand. "You know what that means?"

Akaashi nodded, shutting his computer off and heading off with Sugawara. Sugawara's car was in the shop, so Akaashi drove the both of them to their usual spot. A usual spot with ramen, gossip, and an overall welcomed distraction from all his troubles in the world. On this Wednesday evening, Sugawara chose to spend his time with him. Suga chose him.

"You are overthinking things again," Sugawara sipped from his tea, completely catching Akaashi off guard. Was he so obvious? "You're really obvious," he grinned, Akaashi letting out a nervous chuckle. Sugawara knew him so well, it appeared.

"Maybe, I just have to put a recommendation for the Hanahaki surgery when I get home. That's all."

"For Bokuto?"

No.

Akaashi shook his head. "The surgery doesn't work for Hanahajou; it's for one of my other patients. Poor kid," he commented. "I wish it did." The last sentence slipped out, surprising both of the doctors at the table.

"Wow! Is Akaashi growing attached?" Sugawara teased, but he was more impressed over anything. Cold-hearted stoic Dr. Hanahaki himself, showing emotion for his patients? "Really? I didn't think..."

"Shut up," Akaashi smiled behind the slight flustered expression he needed to bury. "I care for my patients, is that so hard to comprehend?"

Sugawara nodded vigorously. "Absolutely. It would be more believable coming from anyone in the clinic, even from Kiyoko." They were laughing, they were talking, having a great time. Akaashi was spending the rest of his time enjoying the meal, enjoying Sugawara's company, but his mind would drift to Bokuto.

Bokuto sitting weakly on the examination bench, Bokuto laying helplessly in the hospital bed hooked up on oxygen. Vivid memories of the bloodied petals from that night, the closest Bokuto has gotten to losing everything so far. Why is he always on my mind? "I'm just worried. It's my first and only Hanahajou patient. If I get more, I must be prepared." Plus, Bokuto seems to be an amazing person. He doesn't deserve to be young.

"You aren't telling me everything... are you?"

"Your husband is behind you."

Perfect timing, Akaashi thought as Sugawara whipped his head around to see his husband stood by the doorway of the restaurant, the man in question sporting a face of betrayal. "Akaashi! I was trying to surprise him!" He huffed, Sugawara jumped up and gently (supposedly, it did not look very gentle) punching him in the arm.

"Surprise me? Daichi... come on. That's my thing."

Akaashi laughed, he smiled at their banter. It was good, kind, salty-sweet married banter. "Sorry, Sawamura." Akaashi watched as Daichi clutched his arm from where Suga hand landed a hit before the doctor wrapped his arms around him and brought a soft kiss to Daichi's lips. "I assume he's picking you up?"

Daichi nodded, Sugawara clinging to his arm. "I'm sorry, did I get here too early? I can leave and come back!"

Akaashi shook his head. "No, we were wrapping up anyways. Don't worry about it," he assured him, Sugawara nodding in agreement. Phew, he forgot about that slip up.

That's what it was, Akaashi's showing of compassion for his patients, revealing his attachment to Bokuto. A slip up, a different shade of blue to his typical monotone color wheel. It was almost annoying, the feeling which bubbled in his chest whenever he talked about Bokuto, whenever he was with Bokuto. It would be annoying if Akaashi could deny the fact that he enjoyed it. "Have a good evening, you two!" Akaashi waved as he went to his own car.

Now, the air was silent as his phone sat in his hand. Bokuto was a star volleyball player, meaning he was essentially some sort of famous. His phone sat in his hand, the words just seconds from being entered and revealing a world all about Bokuto Koutarou. Surely, there were clips of his volleyball days, interviews, clips, all over the internet just waiting for Akaashi to watch.

No.

Akaashi shook his head. The more he grew attached, the more it would hurt when Bokuto was no longer around.

Just keep driving.

~

I don't want to love.

A cut so deep they are bleeding out, pleading for their feelings to organize. Pastel petals cover my office floors as they thrash in tears, a bloody blossom blooming from their mouth.

A memory so vivid I wake in cold sweat.

I don't want to love.

Vulnerability ruining success.

Giving up on dreams now no longer worth a single thing, for someone who may not even stay. They hold onto words they may not mean.

I wonder about love.

If there is more than the inculpabilities, incompetency, and irrationality of its victims.

The security described by all, the warm nights with someone they loved. The warmth in their chests, the flutter in their stomach.

There's a drum beat in my chest.

Intrusive thoughts enter and leave.

The feeling is almost pleasant.

I haven't felt that in a while.

[thevibraniumveterans]

SECRET INVASION

S1E1 - Resurrection

SPOILERS!

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Opens in Moscow with Ross, and the statement by Prescod (who's that?) saying, "Imagine a world where information cant be trusted. Not very hard, is it?" That's one hell of an opening line. Very modern-minded. The voice continues, "News service says one thing, website says another. Society starts to fray. All we can turn to are the people we care about. But what if those people weren't who we thought they were? What if the ones closest to us, the ones we've trusted our whole lives, were someone else entirely?"

It's fascinatingly political; Prescod, a white man, dislikes the idea of being colonized. There's even a whole biblical aspect to this too, what with the stories of the Promised Land and all, but that's not quite a conversation I want to get too deep into. It's the broader issue of not liking your land and home being taken over by someone else.

Ross may be skeptical, naturally. He speaks with someone who has information but not enough of it to be sure.

Someone shoots Prescod! The lights in the building as Ross and his pursuer go up, it's a great shot. Dramatic.

The pursuer is Talos? Ross is a Skrull? Or should we say, Not-Ross! Hill says, "He's one of you!” To which Talos responds, "No, he's one of THEM" Meaning that Talos has separated himself from the attacker, and invading force.

That's VERY, VERY unusual, to have the first half of the credits and the title card come right after the first opening scenes.

Hill welcomes Fury back to Earth. Fury pays Talos a visit. Talos reveals that Soren (his wife? Partner?) is gone. But what is the implication of Talos saying, "Soren loved you?" Fury is also upset she's gone.

Hill says of Gravik - who presumably once trusted Fury, who had disappeared after the Blip, to help the Skulls - "He preys on the collective rage of young, displaced Skrulls." This feels like a fiting description also for the Flag Smashers from TFATWS, who were also refugees in a way, people who could not find a place to call home.

Fury goes for a night walk, and as Talos predicted, gets mugged and kidnapped... by guys working for Sonya, someone whom Fury knows, apparently? How do they know each other?

Sonya is the second person to tell Fury that he's changed.

The owl figurine; Fury touched it earlier, and there's a shot of its eye. What is its significance?

New Skrullos. New place? Emilia Clarke's character seems to be an ambassador for the Skrulls, kind of. She knows they're refugees and treats them, including the newcomer Beto, with heart. She says Gravik provides refuge but also the way of the warrior. She says warriors can leave; those who are not, remain at the compound.

She walks into this cellar? With devices of some kind, which Skulls (the warriors) use to take the form and then the mind of their captors.

The owl is a camera.

Emilia Clarke's character is reading a book titled "Understand the Human Mind". I couldn't find this book online, but the closest is "Understanding the Human Mind", which according to Routledge, "explores how and why we, as humans, find it so easy to believe we are right - even when we are outright wrong." Seems intriguing; I’ve added it to my book wish list.

This conversation! Talos: "Well, you know, I'm not even 40 in human years. I haven't even gone on my midlife crisis shopping spree yet. What'd you get for yours?" Fury: "The Avengers.'

I wonder why Talos feels like the weight of the world is upon his shoulders. He clearly doesn't want an invasion to happen but it's too late; it's caused by his people the Skulls but he's distanced himself from them.

Emilia Clarke's character is G’iah. Talos' lost daughter. Talos tells her that mom's dead; she runs to an alley to compose herself.

Fury acknowledges the existence of the real-world Cold War in the MCU.

Hill is the 3rd person to tell Fury his head's not in the game enough for it to really matter. She knows him better than anyone, saying he was never the same after the Blip. (Rewind: Blip was when half of all life got dusted; Snap was when they all came back.) Fury had a flashback of himself getting Blipped.

G’iah tells her dad Talos that the attack is planned for Russia's Unity Day, which calls for tolerance between various ethnic and religious groups in Russia. Ironic, since the attack to sow chaos presents the antithesis to that, organized by a minority who want to be a majority, reasoning that they are refugees wanting a home to call their own. That sounds very, VERY familiar in real life, to way too many instances to name.

Fury tracks a shapeshifter, but someone has shapeshifted into Fury and shot Hill.

———

Closing thoughts to this episode:

Very fascinating, intriguing, and politically modern, told with a perspective of refugees who have had enough with the world around them. Can’t wait for Ep2.

[shadow-usagi]

question 28 do you collect anything? :-)

Okay so...I love ~little objects~, especially if they are ceramic or glass. I've collected some images from the internet because I don't wanna leave my bed to photo mine, but all of these are either the exact one i have or very very similar. Some of them are just very cute animal figurines:

The first two are exactly the ones I own and I just learnt via this post they are not just knock-off posh ones but their own Japanese posh ones - except mine were £6 for the pair. Effervescent. (Love a bargain). I also own that little tiger but mine has a snaggletooth to his smile which meant I had to own him. I went back to the shop multiple times over months and no one had bought him. Not all are white/red/blue but these...are.

Some are fandom-y:

The Totoro log box opens and has a little glow-in-the-dark Totoro chilling inside, which you can see through a hole in the log. v. important detail. It's from the Ghibli Museum in Mitaka. That's my favourite lil pokemon terrarium Rement figure I have (pidgeot is one of my favourite pokemon since the first game).

Others I have because I studied the original or one of its kin at university (so we have a warrior's bond now), or, i have visited the place / original. I lust after museum replicas, but mainly have the small affordable versions:

That first one I have in beige stone (from TK Maxx somehow). The owl is kind of like the one I have but mine is cuter. The glass is a paperweight with a cool accurate 3D map of Stonehenge inside, which I both studied (and also we visited it at dawn on our honeymoon).

Finally I have a few that belonged to my very beloved grandmother, who passed away year-before-last, or belonged to other family who're no longer here. Most notable are these two ladies who we consider very very gay now:

They are in love, and flirt endlessly on the bookcase. I am in the process of learning how to use temporary tattoo sheets to give the lady in yellow a neck tattoo because...well, i think she should rock one?

To be honest the most numerous are the ceramic pumpkins I have for Halloween, but they only appear in their glory in October. The rest get switched out through the year because ~little objects~ always make me happy.

[decibelcoatl]

Little Heartbeats II

Read on AO3

Behold, the long-awaited sequel no one asked for, but is getting anyway.

Also, Happy Valentine's Day! ♥

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He awoke to the sound of snow thumping loudly against the balcony door, slowly rising from his bed and the blankets that covered his body. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Lan turned to notice several imprints on the glass where several snowballs had struck, partly blocking out the moonlight that shone upon his room. Looking around, he was surprised (and relieved) that the noise hadn’t disturbed MegaMan from sleep mode.

What kind of maniac throws snowballs in the middle of the night, and what do they even want from me, he thought as he trudged to the door. The moment he opened it, he found himself being blasted by a rush of cold air, causing him to shiver. It almost reminded him of the time he��d braved a fierce snowstorm trying to restore the weather in Sharo, risking his body heat while MegaMan lit the Cyber Torches.

Well, I’m not going to stand around and freeze to death, he thought with a grumble as he shut the door and locked it as tightly as he could. He started to turn around to get back to sleep, only for the snowballs to resume once more.

Letting out a groan, he returned to open the door once more right as a stray snowball flew right in his face. Lan quickly dodged it and watched as the snowball slammed against his collection of action figures. Some of them wobbled in place, while others fell with a resounding thud.

“You gotta be joking…” Lan sighed, putting a hand to his forehead. All that time spent organizing his collection, only for it to be partly wasted. At least none of them broke, including that limited edition Owl Guard figurine. Lord knows how much Zenny he’d spent on that figurine, and having it broken meant his efforts would have been all for naught!

Well, putting the figurines back in place would have to wait until tomorrow. Right now, he needed to find out the cause behind those snowballs.

“Finally awake and showing your sleepy face?” a familiar girlish voice called out to him from below. Lan turned around to find none other than his dear friend Mayl standing below the balcony. Her ruby eyes were shimmering as she grinned from ear to ear.

“M-Mayl?! What are you even doing here?! It’s the freakin’ middle of the night!”

The girl quickly shushed him before beckoning him to come down. Lan sighed as he went back inside and closed the door. “She better owe me an explanation,” he muttered to himself as he slipped on his bandana. He then headed downstairs to put on his coat and boots before opening the door and stepping outside.

To his astonishment, a gentle snowfall had descended upon ACDC Town, blanketing the whole world in pure white. Up above, the moon was as bright and silvery as ever, coupled with the glittering stars that dashed across the endless black sky. His breath caught in his throat and his hands unconsciously clasped over his chest as his heart began to beat at a slightly faster tempo.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Lan stifled a yelp of surprise upon hearing Mayl’s voice, causing him to turn around to find his best friend right beside him.

“M-Mayl, don’t sneak up on me like that!” Lan scolded her. “You almost gave me a heart attack!”

But Mayl only giggled. He looked so adorable when he was flustered like this – that was one of the reasons why she liked him…more than he realized.

“Sorry about that,” she said. “But there’s something I want to show you. I think you’ll love it!”

She was always like that. Lan had known this aspect of her for as long as he could remember. When they were little and their friendship was nothing more than a bud, she’d take him wherever she wanted to take him, show him what she wanted to show him, and more. He’d been lonely for much of his early life – a fact made more prominent when he learned that MegaMan was his identical twin brother Hub, who died of HBD when they were only one. But he knew he’d be lying if he said he didn’t appreciate Mayl’s company.

Back then, Lan was much more timid and sheltered, with his only “friends” being his dad’s colleagues from SciLab. Mayl, on the other hand, was much more brave and outgoing, and also a secret fantasy nerd. A complete contrast to their present selves, except for the third aspect. Lan never stopped hanging around SciLab, and Mayl continued being a secret fantasy nerd.

With little warning, Mayl grabbed Lan’s hand and began dragging him down the streets. Lan opened his mouth to protest against her act of throwing him off-balance, only to quickly close it upon laying his eyes on her smile – that damned, beautiful smile that always seemed to make his ears burn and his heart race these days (and all without him knowing or understanding why).

Without even thinking, he gently squeezed her hand back as she continued dragging him along. She wanted to show him something she thought he might like; there was not a snowball’s chance in hell he was going to ruin it over something so trivial!

As the two passed by snow-covered buildings and trees, Lan kept his gaze trained on the snowflakes that lazily fell from the sky, noticing the contrast between now and during the snowstorm crisis in Sharo. It made him wonder how Raika and SearchMan were doing back there. Perhaps he should write an e-mail to them sometime, even though he and Raika weren’t exactly what one would call friends.

“And here we are!” Mayl’s chipper voice snapped Lan out of his reverie. He looked down and let out a choked gasp to find a view most beautiful.

There, right before the two, was a sprawling lake encrusted with white snow. Its surface was clear and reflective as any mirror as starlight and moonlight danced upon it, while snowflakes whirled about it in their slow movements. Not a creature was stirring, save for the occasional hoot of an owl or two, and there was nothing that could disturb the stillness of the lake.

All things considered, it was a view and a moment most resplendent.

…Until he decided, against his better judgement, to open his mouth.

“So…you brought me here to tell me that you found yet another possible portal to that realm of witches?”

He was quickly punished by a sharp jab in the ribs, followed by a swift kick to the back of his legs that knocked him off-balance. He grunted in pain as his back met the cold, hard earth, knocking whatever air he had stored in his lungs straight out of them.

He lay there, wheezing for a few moments before slowly sitting up to brush out some snow that had gotten into his hair. He then turned to glare up at the girl, who had turned away with her arms crossed and a pouty expression on her face. “What the hell was that for, Mayl??”

“You’re such a moron, Lan,” Mayl simply retorted. “I didn’t bring you here just to show off some portal!”

“Then what?” Lan rose back to his feet and dusted the snow off his pajama pants, muttering half to himself about how he was going to have them air-dried in the morning.

Just as quickly as she had lost her temper, Mayl was able to regain it as she looked out at the lake. “I heard this place was at its most beautiful in winter, when the sky was clear and there was no one around,” she explained. “I’ve always wanted to see it for myself, but never really got the chance to do so…until now.”

Lan raised an eyebrow. “And you decided to bring me here because…?”

There was a pause as Mayl shuffled her feet in the snow, sprinkling the fluffy pink trim of her boots with a powdery white. She then looked up bashfully at him with a light pink blush on her face.

“Lan,” she began. “Do you know what today is?”

Lan found himself absentmindedly flicking a snowflake off his nose. “No…?”

The girl let out a sigh. “Of course you wouldn’t,” she muttered half to herself before turning to face him. “It’s Valentine’s Day!”

Oh.

Oh crap.

He always forgot about THAT day! The day when he would receive so many cards that he’d go completely speechless, and so many chocolates that he could stuff himself full if he wanted to (though not without receiving a scolding from MegaMan). He knew Mayl would have plenty of competition that day, with all the other girls fawning over him – except Yai, who saw him as more of an older brother figure.

He turned away as he put a hand to his chest, his heart pounding a little bit more than usual.

Mayl frowned. “Is there something wrong, Lan,” she asked.

“W-well,” the boy stammered. “It’s got nothing to do with you, or the scenery. And I do appreciate coming out here with you, even if you had to drag me out here in the middle of the night…but…”

How could he formulate his next thoughts into words? It had been a few months since the fall of the Nebula crime syndicate and the permanent deletion of Nebula Grey. Dr. Regal had been completely reformed through mysterious circumstances, but he and Dr. Hikari were certainly on better and more friendly terms now that they were colleagues in SciLab.

Despite all that, however, Lan just couldn’t shake the feeling of regret and guilt that was building up inside of him. All this time, he’d been hiding so much from Mayl, Dex, Yai…even his own mother, whom he’d disobeyed for the sake of working alongside Chaud and Baryl to rescue his father and put a stop to Regal’s abuse of the SoulNet. In the end, they did succeed…but Lan was worried that he had put a wedge between himself and Mayl in the process.

He recalled how upset and distressed she was when she learned the truth. The only thing he could do was comfort her with words of reassurance that he would rescue Roll, GutsMan and Glyde, and all the other Navis who were corrupted by Regal’s Dark Chips, and that he would come back to her…and even then, he knew these words were just illusions to keep her out of any more danger than she was in now.

He turned his attention to the distant horizon, taking note of an owl that had just crossed his line of sight before vanishing into the dark canopy of the trees.

“It’s not on you, Mayl,” he spoke rather absentmindedly. “It’s on me.”

Mayl blinked in surprise. “What do you mean?”

Lan let out a shaky breath as he felt his eyes begin to water. “During the SoulNet incident, I’ve been nothing but selfish. I lied about teaming up with Chaud and Baryl, I hid the fact that I was operating within Higsby’s chip shop to take down Nebula…hell, I even disobeyed my own mother about staying put! And all because I was too weak and selfish to stop Regal from hurting the one closest to me! If I hadn’t asked Dad to bring you, Dex and Yai along, Roll and the others wouldn’t have been kidnapped, and the whole mess wouldn’t have happened to begin with!”

You don’t deserve me.

Tears were now streaming down his cheeks, but he pushed himself to continue. “I’ve done nothing but screw things up. I couldn’t protect my family. I couldn’t protect my friends. I couldn’t even protect myself or Hub. I pushed everyone away to try and change who I really was.”

He lowered his head and wiped the tears from his eyes. “Chaud was right…I’ll always be just a burden.”

You deserve better.

The feeling of Mayl’s pinkie finger intertwining with his own caught Lan’s attention as she inched closer to him. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Lan, and you were never a burden,” she told him as gently as she could. “You did the best you could – no one can blame you for that.”

She leaned over to rest her head on his shoulder as she bumped her wrist against his, smiling softly. “The fact that you’re still here is more than enough. After all, you mean the world to me. I brought you here to remind you that there’s more to life than stopping cyber terrorists.”

A light blush appeared on Lan’s cheeks as her kind words touched him. He could almost swear the beating of his heart filling his ears as it hammered within his ribcage.

“I…I don’t know what to say,” he whispered.

Without warning, she suddenly wrapped her free arm around him, pulling him in for a hug. Lan was completely caught off-guard at first, but then slowly returned the embrace. He felt a warm feeling overcome him as he did, and he couldn’t help but smile a little.

“By the way,” Mayl said as they pulled away and she placed a finger on the tip of his nose.

“U-um, yes?”

“No more putting yourself down and calling yourself a burden,” she admonished him. “Or I’m going to get really mad.”

Lan gulped, but smiled sheepishly and nodded. “A-as you wish, captain,” he replied.

His only response was a silly little giggle that escaped the girl’s mouth.

* * *

After what seemed like a long time, Lan and Mayl decided it was time to head home. Though Lan would have liked to spend just a little more time at that moonlit lake, he also knew that if stayed there too long, MegaMan would likely get suspicious.

The two of them spent the entire return trip home in complete silence, taking in the gentle snowfall that surrounded them and the quiet, snowy town of ACDC. The only lights to guide them other than the moon or stars were the streetlights that illuminated their path, and even then there wasn’t anyone around except for themselves.

All the while, Lan kept Mayl close to him, his hand held in hers. He could feel his heart thumping a happy tune in his chest as his cheeks became flushed. Normally, such display of affection from Mayl would have left him feeling bewildered and confused. But tonight was not the case.

Tonight, he just felt happy having her by his side.

Plus, Valentine’s Day was coming up. Maybe for once he should try and get a bit more involved this year (provided he didn’t die of secondhand embarrassment first).

“Well, here we are,” Mayl’s voice broke the peaceful silence as they finally arrived back home.

Lan let out a sad sigh as he reluctantly let go of her hand, knowing that this would be a parting of ways for now. But at the same time, he also knew that they would meet again in school.

“I had a lovely time going out with you,” Mayl chirped, drawing his attention back to her. She had her hands behind her back as she smiled her brightest yet (damn, she could outshine both the sun and moon with that smile if she could!) “Even if it meant having to wake you up in the middle of the night.”

Lan remained speechless. Then, he chuckled. “I-it’s alright,” he replied, averting his eyes and clutching his right arm with his left hand. “I had a nice time, too.”

Mayl smiled, drawing out those adorable dimples on her face as she did.

Then let out a yawn.

“Well,” she said drowsily. “I’d better get some sleep. You’d better, too.”

Lan chuckled. “Heh, yeah,” he commented, rubbing the back of his head with one hand. “I bet MegaMan is probably out of sleep mode and wondering where I snuck off to.”

Mayl giggled. “I bet Roll is, too. Well, see you.”

She then turned on her heel and began to walk towards the front door of her house. Lan did the same, but only took a few steps before he paused.

“H-hey, um…Mayl?”

“Hm?” Mayl turned to him, her eyes brimming with curiosity.

Lan took a deep breath and turned to face her, this time with a much more genuine smile. “Thanks for what you told me back there,” he said. “You…” He turned away and blushed while maintaining eye contact with her. “You mean the world to me, too.”

Mayl’s eyes widened with surprise at this statement. She hadn’t expected Lan to say something like that, especially after all that emotional turmoil he went through.

Still, she couldn’t help but smile warmly. She was glad she was able to at least help him in her own way, even if it wasn’t what either of them had expected. It felt like a weight had been lifted off both their shoulders, and they could finally rest easy with the knowledge that Nebula was gone for good.

“I’m glad,” she said. “Well, see you tomorrow.”

Lan nodded as she watched her disappear behind the front door of her house. “Yeah…see you.”

He stood for just a little while longer before a sleepy feeling came over him. He decided it was best to get home and get some rest.

As he approached the door, he took one last look outside, taking in the moonlight that shone upon the streets, and smiled. Tonight might not have been what he had expected in the slightest, but he knew in his heart that it was one he would treasure for as long as he lived…just being that that moonlit lake, alone with the one person who mattered the most to him.

[delicioussaltynutz]

A little introduction thing

name : Kirby (or my username/s: ButteredToast/ delicioussaltynuts)

Age: 22

Sexual orientation: Asexual and Pansexual

Gender: Non Binary

Pronouns: They/Them/Their/They're

I'm autistic

Favorite color/s : forest green ,navy blue,and aquamarine

Nationality: African American

My favorite shows and/or movies and video games:

Shows- Inside Job, Rottmnt, The Cuphead show , Lego Monkie kid, Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel, Spooky Month, The Owl house, She ra, Mha (I'm not done watching all seasons tho, so no spoilers), Gravity Falls, Spongebob (the older seasons), Dead end Paranormal Park, and Metal family

Movies - Wendell & Wild, Spider man into the Spider verse, Rise of the gaurdians, Netflix Pinocchio, guardians of the galaxy, Wendell & Wild, and Encanto

Musicals- The Beetlejuice musical, The Spongebob musical, and Alexander Hamilton

Video games- Team Fortress 2, Overwatch, Little Nightmares, Edith Finch, Bendy and the Ink machine, Bendy and the dark arrival, and Sam and Max (Might edit this in the future , because I plan on getting a Nintendo switch)

Favorite food/s: Chicken (basically any kind), Debbled eggs, and Tuna

Favorite beverages: Pepsi, Mocha Boba tea, cheer wine, and rootbeer

Interest/hobbies :

Interest- collecting figurines and/or stuffed animals, anything relating to mythology cryptology or monsters in general, musicals and plays (and theatre in general) and angst

Hobbies- Reading,writing, internet surfing, drawing, dnd , drawing fanart, and character design

My Kins:

° Luz Noceda from The Owl House

° Orel from Morel Orel

° Blitz from Helluva Boss

° Moxxie from Helluva Boss

° Dib from Invader Zim

° Steven Universe from Steven Universe Future

° Amythst from Steven Universe

°Barney from Dead end Paranormal Park

° Preston from Camp camp

° Gwen from Camp Camp

° Dipper from Gravity falls

° Bosco from Sam and Max

° Tweek from South park

° Donnie from Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

° Entrapta from She ra

My comfort Characters:

° Demoman from Tf2

° Spy from Tf2

° Stolas from Helluva Boss

° Fingers from Dead end Paranormal Park

° Courtney from Dead end Paranormal Park

° Gord from Dead end Paranormal Park

° Kevin from Spooky Month

° King from The Owl house

° The collector from The Owl house

° Hooty from The Owl house

° Beetlejuice from The Beetlejuice musical

° Yuga from Mha

° Giovanni potage from Epithet Erased

° Double Trouble from She ra

People that's allowed on my page:

°mutuals/friends

° fans or follows

° People that are respectful

° People that don't bully

° people that love the same things as me and/or love their own things or have their own interest

People that's not allowed on page:

° Bullies

° Homophobes /transphobes

° Trump supporters

° Pro lifers

° People that shit on others over their comfort characters or special interest

° Ableist

° Pro shippers

° Zoophiles (or zoophilia of any kind)

° White washers

Ect.

BE RESPECTFUL ,THIS IS A SAFE PLACE

⚠️⚠️MINORS DNI ( I DON'T MEAN TO COME OFF AS RUDE, I JUST DON'T WANT TO GET IN TROUBLE)!!!⚠️

[animalfantasy]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: White SNOW OWL Figurine Sculpture Hotant Detailed Snowy 6.5 inch Tall Decor.

[rummagerunner]

Lenox Snowy Autumn Owl Fall Porcelain Figurine

Lenox White / Ivory Ceramic Porcelain and Gold Trimmed Snowy “Autumn Owl” Bird Figurine Perched on Branch with Fall Leaves Sitting Next to Halloween Pumpkin Retired. No Longer in Production. Approximate Overall Autumn Owl Figure Dimensions: 4″ (H) x 4″ x 3.5″ (D) Item is excellent. No chips, no cracks, no crazing, no repairs. There is a very tiny black spot on top of pumpkin. Cardboard box has…

[luv2brd]

Bronze Owl Garden Decor

Bronze Owl Garden Decor & Metal Owl Statue, Outdoor Owl Decoration Yard Decor, Metal Owl Sculpture Home Decor Figurine

Handmade Metal Owl Home or Garden Decor in Bronze (also White, Blue or Green)

Great for Indoor Home Decorating or Outdoor Yard Art (see pics)

Owl Statue is Handmade in Mexico, Bronzed in the USA, and/or clear-coated with Rust-o-leum for longevity outdoors

Measures 19" tall by 8.5" wide by 5" deep; Weighs approximately 2 lbs 2 ounces

Handmade Condition means it may contain slight imperfections

Handmade Condition means subtle color variations might occur as well

To learn more about the product, click here.

Please check out other Luv2Brd products, here.

[oterojgoinfla]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Deer, an Egg, owl, sunflower, green deer, bells and many more Japan Taiwan.