#Purple Rain Union

[yahoo201027]

Day in Fandom History: December 1…

Linda signals her redemption for her failed Talent Show performance for her upcoming high school reunion and decides to get her old band back together for a once-in-a-lifetime performance. “Purple Rain-Union” premiered on this day, 10 Years Ago.

#Day in Fandom History #10 Years Ago #Bob's Burgers #Bobs Burgers #Bob’s Burgers #Season 4 #Episode 6 #Purple Rain Union #Cartoon #Animation

[sleeplessdreamer14]

I just remembered how a bunch of Linda’s old classmates got jobs in skincare and pharmaceuticals (as shown in Purple Rain-Union season 4: episode 6) and that just gave me the idea that a lot of kids at Cardinal Gennaro High coincidentally had pretty bad skin problems, so a solid chunk of the student body just because fascinated with dermatology and wound up majoring in it.

#bobs burgers #linda belcher #bob’s burgers #bobs burgers season 4 #purple rain-union #my stuff #dermatology

[uncannybob]

One-Time Characters I Wish Would Return

Characters who only appeared in one episode that I think should return to the show.

Samantha (S1E11. Weekend At Mort's)

Note: She had a fun personality & a good repore with Mort. I do think her character design could benefit from an upgrade thou where she ever to return which at this point is unlikley.

Colton (S9E11. Bobby Drive)

Note: For what little screentime he had, he seemed like a cool guy. He was ready to sabotage his own party just to spare the other kids the boredom. I think he could make a good companion for any of the Belcher kids.

Roger & Judy (S7E14. Aquatisism)

Note: So here's an idea; if you ever write a Zekina fic where Zeke takes Tina to the aquarium, include Roger & Judy as a side ship. I promise it will be super cute.

Shelby (S3E5. An Indecent Thanksgiving Proposal)

Austin (S7E22. Into the Mild)

Note: I love this guy. He was like an even more excentric Tedy and his chemistry with Bob was perfect! Bob did say by episodes end that he kept in touch so I was hoping for his return and was a bit dissapointed when it didn't happen.

Grandma Alice (S13E20. Radio No You Didn't)

Note: I know she already had an entire episode dedicate to her. I just want more lore, okay!

Benj (S13E22. Amelia)

Officer Large (S11E15: Sheshank Redemption)

Note: This character dosen't have a page on the Bob's Burgers wiki yet. I might take it on myself to write one cause this girl cracked me up everytime she spoke.

Warren Fitzgerald (S6E15. Pro Tiki/Con Tiki)

Captain Flarty (S3E4. Mutiny on the Windbreaker)

Note: I know he was arrested but if the show can bring back evicted bank robbers and would-be-murderers like Mickey and Fanny I think they could bring Captain Flarty back if they wanted to.

Duval (S3E4. Mutiny on the Windbreaker)

Note: It would be fun if Duval settled down in Seymore Bay after the mutiny on The Windbreaker. Maybe he became chef at some small shak or deli.

Derek Demotopolis (S4E6. Purple Rain-Union)

Note: I think one way to re-introduce Derek Demotopolis the dermatologist would be if one of the Belchers got some sort of skin condition and he just happens to be the doctor they go too. Either that or they could bring him back as Gayle's love interest.

Dillon (S7E13. The Grand Mama-Pest Hotel)

#bob's burgers #obscure characters

[stalkerofthegods]

Hara is the Greek goddess of many joyful things, Even tho she has a bad reputation, she is beautiful in looks and soul.

Herbs • lilies, poppies, irises, white roses, waterlilies, Golden roses and white roses, Vitex agnus-castus, poppies, stephanotis, cypress, coconut, maple trees, all white flowers, Marigold, Patchouli, Sage, Rosemary, Frankincense, oak, asterion flower, hyacinths (from when Zeus swept her up in a cloud in Bed of hyacinths in the Iliad 14.340-50)

Animals•peacock, the crow, the cuckoo, carrion-crow, Cow, snake, dragon, crab, snail, and other shelled creatures, eagle, young cow or lion, Wide-winged hawk, Cranes, heifer, goat

Zodiac • Cancer 

Colors •White, royal blue, purple, dark green, grey, and silver, yellow, gold, red,  blue, purple, rose.

Crystal• pearls, garnets, citrine, amber, diamonds, star sapphires, platinum, Morganite, Rose quartz, Lapis lazuli, Peacock ore, herkimer diamond, iris agate, apophyllite, morganite, turquoise. 

Symbols• the crow, the cuckoo, the peacock and the pomegranate, Milky Way, the cow, the seasons of the year, Lotus-staff, the scepter.

Jewelry you can wear in their honor rings• wedding veils, and veiling in her honor. 

Diety of • marriage, women, childbirth, and family, she also used to be an earth goddess, Matriarchy, fertility

Patron of • married women, presiding over weddings and blessing marital unions, bringing a woman fertility, protecting her children, helping a woman find financial security, overseeing both private and public affairs, and protecting women in labor. She also has domains in life, death, and the rebirth cycle. And is the patron of earth and cows before marrying Zeus, the Air, Clear skies, Rain, Storms, the Constellations, Maidens of marriageable age, Maiden virginity, Betrothals, Bride-price (dowry), Widows, Menstruation, Heirs, Dynasties, Fidelity (legitimate heir & not the product of adultery), Inheritance, sanctity of the home, kings, empires, heaven, showers, and breezes, prosperity, progeny and military victory, luck in battle, heroes 

Alter ideas• She likes big alters, and I would put them near a lake, she was raised near a lake, and she likes extravagant things. 

Offerings• Honey, Breads, grains, homemade sweets, Pomegranates, Fruits, Milk, Wine, Pure water, Peacock paintings, peacock statues, peacock patterns, Cow paintings, cow statues, cow print patterns, Cuckoo bird art, cuckoo bird statues, Cuckoo clocks, Diadem (crowns), Throne imagery, Framed family photos, Chocolate, Pomegranate seeds, Peacock feathers, Peacock jewelry, Cuckoo feathers, Snail and hermit crab shells, Cow jewelry, Toy peacocks or cows, Perfumes, Silver and gold jjewelry (especially rings), White or gold rose petals, Golden roses, Art that you’ve created (especially if it is an art of Her), Poems are written for Her, Any crafts you’ve made, Stories that you’ve written, Photos of your S.O. and children, goat meat, goat cheese, the asterion flower, Nemean lion imagery, shields/shield imagery, wedding related (ex- rings, veil, garter, copy of vows), she likes sweet things, snail shells, any shelled animal leftover shell

Devotional• Donate your time or money to charities that help women and children, find a fallen branch and burn a small part of it as an offering to Hera (based on the festival Daedala), don’t cheat, don’t make others cheat (don’t be a side chick), tame your jealousy, Read the story of Zeus and the Daidale (“wooden bride”), As you make your bed ask Hera to bless it and Bring romance to your marriage bed, Take a day to indulge in love, keep your home clean, be kind to children, do house chores, take care of your physical health, take care of your mental health, speak your mind, donate to and support domestic abuse victims, write her poems, donate old maternity clothes and baby clothes, Campaigning for women’s rights and equal marriage, gardening, painting, making music, do colour magick, Celebrate solstice and changing seasons, Setting a boundary in life (especially in love).

Ephithets•  Cow-Eyed, White-Armed, The Virgin, Queen of the Gods, Protectress, Queen of Heaven, Protector of Women, Hera Alexandros (Protector of Men), Lady of the Beasts, Of The Golden Sandals,   Ἀλέξανδρος (Alexandros) - Protector of Men, Αἰγοφάγος (Aigophágos) - Goat-Eater, Ἀκραῖα (Akráia)- She of the Heights, Ἀμμωνία (Ammonia), Ἄνθεια (Antheia) -  flowery Ἀργεία (Argéia)- She of Argos, Βασίλεια (Basíleia)- Queen', Βουναία (Bounáia)- She of the Mound, Βοῶπις (Boṓpis) - Cow-Eyed or Cow-Faced, Λευκώλενος (Leukṓlenos)- White-Armed,  Παῖς (Pais)- Child (in her role as virgin), Παρθένος (Parthénos)- Virgin, Τελεία (Teléia)- as goddess of marriage, Χήρη (Chḗrē) - Widowed, Τελχινία (Telchinia) - She was named like that because according to a legend, that the Telchines were the first in the island and also the first who created statues of gods, Ζυγία (Zygia) - as the presider over marriage, Hera Nympheuomene - Hera the betrothed bride, Hera Pais - Hera the girl, Hera Parthenia - Hera the maiden

Equivalents• Hathor (Egyptian), Juno (Roman), Frigg (Norse), Isis (Egyptian)

Aspects• Khaos-Aer (the Air), Hemera (Day), Nyx (Night), Titanis Rheia (Flow), Selene (the Moon), Eos (Dawn), Mother of Typhon (Typhoon, Smoke)

Attendees• Eleithyia (Goddess of Childbirth), Hebes (Goddess of Youth), Iris (Goddess of the Rainbow), The Horai (Goddesses of the Seasons & Heavenly Law and Order), Okeanides (Cloud-Nymphai)

Signs they are reaching out• Sudden imagery of peacocks and her animals, sudden mentions of what she is the goddess of, feeling an intense pull to her 

Morals• Morally grey 

Courting• Zues

Personality• Hera has a fast temper and is quick to administer justice

Mortal or immortal • immortal 

Fact• Hera’s temples may have been the first to be roofed, her temples were some of the largest ever built (she is very big on big alters and on temples) 

Blessings• Good betrothal, Marital harmony, Successful birth, Heirs, Dynasties, Birth of a male heir, good luck in battle, successful birth

Curse: Marital discord, Punishment of adulterers, death in birth, Protracted labor

Roots• her origin could’ve been as a Pelasgian goddess, she was nursed as an infant by the three daughters of the river Asterion: Euboia, Prosymna, and Akraia. But in the Iliad, Hera states she was given by her mother to Tethys to be raised, aspected to be raised in Argos in Argolis Greece and her birthplace being Samos on a Greek island. She also claims to be the oldest, but so does Hestia.

Parentage• Kronos and Rhea

Siblings• Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Hestia, and Demeter, half-siblings with Chiron 

Pet• peacocks (peacocks pull her chariot)

Children • Angelos, Ares, Eileithyia, Enyo, Eris, Hebe, Hephaestus, and the Kharites, many say she adopted Heracles, (he built a temple for her and etc)

Appearance in astral or gen• in Greek and Roman art as a large woman, fully clad, wearing a diadem radiantly beautiful woman, shining like the sun, however, she is also a shape-shifter with many forms and is usually wearing a veil. She also has 3 aspects, the Maiden, Mother, and Crone aspects, She comes with the scent of flowers, and the earth blooms at her every step.

Festivals • Daedala, Heraia, and Anthesphoria were also common in the Peloponnese (where it was celebrated in honor of  Hera Antheia at Argos, and of Aphrodite Antheia at Cnossus.)

Month• June 

Sacred places• Heraeum at Nemea in the Argolid, the great temple on the island of Samos, and the temple at Olympia. A sanctuary at Argos, a seventh-century BCE temple built over an earlier shrine, is among the oldest Greek temples, Argos (Samos).

Status• Queen of the gods, and a major deity before and after marriage. 

What angers her • Cheating, the Trojans. 

Music she likes• wedding music. 

What she likes in people• Women, heroes, moms.

Planet•  Venus, and the full moon 

Her Tarot cards• The empress, the world. 

Scents/Inscene • rose, iris, myrrh, civet, jasmine, and patchouli, Rose, stephanotis

Prayers• 

Hera, queen of Olympos, the bride of thundering Zeus, protector of marriage, of the joining of hearts and the creation of bonds, of the building of home and the finding of family. Great Hera, whose presence honors any wedding day, whose favor graces any marriage, I pray to you, O goddess, grant to me a joyous union, a love to last, a harmonious home. I ask your blessing on my household, O Hera–may it be a place of happiness and affection. I ask your blessing on my marriage bed–may it be a place of joy and pleasure. May my mate and I share our lives; may we grow old together, merry and content; may our words be honey-sweet, and may our love be ever strong. Shining Hera, I ask your blessing.

“O Hera, Queen of Gods, divine protector of marriage, From your throne above, look upon us with favor. Majestic and exalted, cloaked in unyielding loyalty, Bless the bonds we forge, and the promises we make. Grant us the strength to uphold love’s sacred vow, To support and cherish, through trials and time. May our hearts reflect your undying commitment, As we seek harmony, guided by your wisdom. Hail Hera, the eternal matriarch, in reverence we call, With offerings of peacock plumes and lilies white. Embrace us in your grace, bestow upon us unity, As we honor you, now and in all our days.”

I praise you bright and noble Hera, great lady of Olympos, gracious queen of the deathless gods, dark-eyed goddess, fairest of the children of Rhea, graceful and comely, cloaked in the starry skies, garlanded in poppies fragrant and blood-red, crowned in brightest gold, the lotus wand in your hand, your form ever draped in the finest of silks, majestic one whose blessing is sought by all, whose gifts are treasured, whose favor is a surety of good fortune. Hera, champion of great cities, gurardian of ancient Argos and the pretty isle of Samos, warder of the bounds of marriage, protector of women in the old world and the new, unparalleled goddess, white armed one, sovereign of the high-reaching heavens, I honor your might. 

Deep-eyed Hera, beloved bride of mighty Zeus, mighty goddess, fair of face and silent of step, noble your manner, stately and poised your form, a queenly presence is ever yours, godly in glory, womanly in grace and beauty. Beloved Hera, patroness of kings and princes, friend of women, of mothers, upholder of marriage, of the right of lovers to join hearts and hands; lavish your gifts, liberal your hand, limitless the blessings you bestow on those you favor. Hera, the broad sky is yours, and the sweet air we breathe; to you we turn to for harmony and wedded bliss; to you we turn to for strength in the passion and turmoil and hard work of marriage; to you we offer our thanks for a life of love. Well-crowned Hera, beautiful one, revered one, greatest of goddesses, I praise and honor you.

Hera of the deep heart, the beautiful goddess whose true radiance would blind mortal eyes, whose steps fall softly in the golden halls of storied Olympos. In silks your fair form is draped, O Hera, heavy with jewels is your crown, the sweetest of perfumes surround you; in ancient times you received the highest honors, the finest of offerings were ever yours, your shining temples stood across the land. Hera, defender of cities, protector of marriage, champion of the love that upholds a family, that cherishes a child, you are the friend of those who hold the household dear. Queen of the heavens, holder of the lotus staff, the poppy and the pomegranate have you in hand. Hera, supreme in dignity and grace, unsurpassed in goodness and kindness, I praise you.

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#Hera #the gods #hellenic devotion #hellenic polytheism #hellenic worship #doing the research for you #greek mythology #greek gods #ancient greek #zeus #greek myths #queen #goddess hera #hera goddess #hera deity #Zeus #zeus deity #zeus greek mythology #zeus god #greek pantheon

[ltwharfy]

"Bob's Burgers" Season 4 Episode Ranking Rewatch (Long Post)

So, I've been rewatching "Bob's Burgers" from the beginning and ranking the episodes using the spreadsheet that @babsvibes created! If you want to know why I'm doing this or how I view the 1-5 rating scale, you can check out my Season 1 post! If you want to check out any of the other seasons, I've been using the "bob's burgers episode ranking rewatch" tag for all of them.

Now, on to Season 4:

Average (Mean) Score: 4.59

Mode (Most Common) Ranking: 5

Ranking Breakdown: 13 5s; 9 4s

Season as a whole thoughts:

I'm genuinely wondering if Season 4 might end up being the highest rated season when this project is all said and done. And that's interesting because it is not a season I immediately think of when I think of a season with a lot of my favorite episodes- I think of 3 and 7 first. But Season 4 is just so consistently entertaining! As I got towards the end of it, I noticed that I had not given any of the episodes a 3 yet- but looking it over again, that checks out. I'd really be happy to watch any of these episodes any time I am in the mood for "Bob's Burgers"- there isn't a "meh" or a mixed review in the bunch. And since I have already rated episodes from later seasons when I've caught them on cable, am pretty certain that this might be the only season with no 3s or lower in it.

But honestly, one of the things that really makes "Bob's Burgers" standout among TV comedies for me- and one of the things that motivated me to do this rewatch- is that I think it has been really consistently good for a really long period of time. And if Season 4 was the most really consistently good season- well, then, maybe it makes sense for it to be my (mathematically calculated) favorite! (But we've still got a lot of seasons to go...)

Some thoughts on specific episodes (and feel free to ask if you want my thoughts on an episode I didn't comment on):

"My Big Fat Greek Bob": One of the "sleeper hits" of the season- I had forgotten how much fun it was! Bob's bond with the frat guys, the kids exploring the frat house, Linda and Gretchen's "lady goods" parties- it's all a hoot! And one of the pleasures of doing this rewatch has been realizing how much I enjoy many recurring BB characters- not in a "they are my new Blorbo I must create a billion head canons about them!" way but just in a "hey, it's nice to see you in this episode!" way. So, hey, Dr. Yap, it was nice to see you in this episode!

"Turkey in a Can": One of the hardest "Bob's Burgers" questions you could ask me is to name my favorite Thanksgiving episode- making me choose between this one and "Dawn of the Peck"?! Please no! The scene in the bathroom on Thanksgiving is one of the funniest bits of chaotic humor on the show ever. If I'm not cracking up when Gayle declares "It's the end of the world!" and kisses Mort, you should check my pulse because I'm probably dead.

"Purple Rain-Union": "Won't you enter my Acropolis and make my yogurt Greek?"- how come Aunt Gayle's name never comes up when people are discussing the greatest songwriters of all time?! Also, I love the scenes with Jen (one of my all-time favorite recurring characters) in this one- especially her hilarious "pep talk" to Linda. I also love the way Louise's nonsensical "everybody gets a black eye" plan somehow works!

"Slumber Party": Yes, the slumber party plot itself is great! Yes, Jessica and all the other recurring characters who debut in this episode are great! But what I really love about this episode is the amount of screentime and dialogue devoted to Little King Trashmouth!! "It's a rac-coup d'etat!" and "Aw, babies getting rabies" are two of my favorite ever Linda quotes! Let's just say that if I lived in Seymour's Bay I would be a crazy raccoon person alongside Linda and Teddy. I love those alley rascals!

"Easy Com-mercial, Easy Go-mercial": Hey, Randy, it was nice to see you in this episode! After "Fraud of the Dead", I was thinking about Louise directing that film and also directing the Meatman film in "Ain't Miss Debtatin'" and wondering if there were any other indications in the show that she had this interest in directing. So, it was interesting to rewatch this and note that Louise not only insists that she should direct instead of Randy because she came up with the script idea, but even when Randy is directing scenes of the commercial that she is not in, you can see Louise standing next to him mimicking his actions- like, it's not just about her wanting power or not respecting Randy (although both things are true) she's genuinely interested in directing!

"The Frond Files": Our first three stories anthology! Two things I really love in this one: the way Louise writes that ridiculous argument between her and Gene at the end of her story-it's the most sibling thing ever! Also, I LOVE the coloring and designs of the "Fart School for the Gifted" segment- it's just really beautiful art to accompany a really silly story! (I also love Linda's tearful reaction to that story and Bob insisting to Frond that he ending is ambiguous). I also loved the use of black and white for (most) of Tina's zombie story.

"Mazel Tina": Another fun thing of the rewatch has been noticing story types/structures that the show reuses that I enjoy- and this is one of them, where the Belchers are go to a place together (Tammy's bat mitzvah) and then all have separate little adventures there ("Mutiny on the Windbreaker" and "Legends of the Mall", are among other stories of that type). I particularly enjoy Louise in this one- Louise talking Janet into quitting her job and following her dreams is hilarious, as is all the Tammy-Louise interaction. One of the things that makes Tammy a great recurring character is that she has her own different dynamics with each of the Belcher siblings- they all mess with her, but in completely different ways.

"The Kids Rob A Train": So, as I have written in other long posts and in fics, one of the reasons I enjoy Louise and Rudy's friendship is that we can see it evolve over time. They don't automatically become besties after "Carpe Museum"- in this one Rudy tells Beanbag that he knows the Belchers from school, not that they are his friends. And I think we see some key moments in the development of their friendship in this one- Rudy's patience with Louise's siblings during his presentation about the train, Rudy and Louise's back-and-forth as he tries to get her to hand him the chocolate through the window, and his fake allergic severe reaction and her panicked response. But even if you aren't as obsessed with that relationship as I am, this episode has tons of great things- Bob's "friendship" with "Ramon" the boy riding the bike next to the train, Gene's outfit, the thrilling musical score!

"The Kids Run Away": Another sleeper hit that I never really appreciated until this rewatch. I particularly love that Gayle is actually helpful in resolving the Louise cavity crisis in this episode. Yes, Gayle has a LOT of issues, but I think she does try to be a good aunt and a good sister.

The "How Bob Saves/Destroys the Town" two-parter: Most of the time, my ratings are mainly based on how much I enjoy the comedy, story, and character beats of the episode- I haven't really rated any episodes up or down based on how they look visually- and I readily concede that is not really my wheelhouse, I don't really know much about evaluating animation or direction in animation from a technical perspective. That being said, both parts of this two parter were probably the first episodes of the show where I repeatedly thought about how beautiful it was! There are many great shots that make the episodes seem more cinematic or theatrical (the spotlights on the singers during the musical numbers) rather than "just" an episode of television. The view of the town when Bob and Calvin are on top of the rollercoaster is particularly great. And I love how they brought back so many recurring characters, even if it was just for silent cameos (like Darryl and Logan being in the background for part of "Bad Things Are Bad")! This episode really shows how much the show had grown over four seasons- how it had developed a setting and a ton of characters, both supporting and main, so that you really cared about them. A fantastic ending for a fantastic season!

Random thoughts (stuff that doesn't affect the ratings):

-This season seems to have more plots involving Bob working somewhere other than the restaurant ("My Big Fat Greek Bob", "Bob and Deliver") and more plots about the family or members of it being in physical jeopardy (the first three episodes, "Christmas in the Car", the two-part season finale) than most seasons. I remember noticing that when it was first airing and worrying that it was a trend that might lead to the show becoming less grounded (like "The Simpsons") and that if we got to 10+ seasons we'd be seeing stories about Bob becoming a temporary chef for NASA and the family being stranded on the International Space Station or nonsense like that. Obviously, this concern was misplaced. if anything, the show has become more grounded as it's gone on, making episodes about things my retired aunt and uncle do as hobbies (birdwatching, hunting for mushrooms).

-I try not to nitpick jokes, but it bugs me in "Mazel Tina" when Gene yells "One Luftballoon!" after seeing Tina's blood red face. Yes, the English version of Nena's "99 Luftballoons" was "99 Red Balloons"- but "luft" doesn't mean "red" in German, it means "air" and "luftballoon" just means "balloon"-it has nothing to do with it being red! So, he's just saying Tina's red face looks like a balloon, which is an odd joke. Sorry, this is incredibly dumb, but y'know I took German for two years in high school and I need to use it occasionally so I don't feel like I wasted that time...

Thanks for reading! See you in Season 5!

#bob's burgers #bob's burgers season 4 #bob's burgers episode ranking rewatch #long post

[freerangeranger]

An update on Meteor Falls. The rain seems to be letting up slightly. It is not safe to go outside.

@skygodtraumabond has been working with their team for providing support to rangers and civilians. Their pokemon respect them - as do I. Please take a break; this is a endurance game, not a sprint.

Honey... she has been coordinating pokemon and people evacuation efforts. I had not spoken her all day. In the last hour she went missing - I found her like this.

< A photos taken in a grey - white tent with the Ranger Union Logo on the outside. The edges of the waterproof canvas is eaten away but most of the tent is in one piece, despite being stained by purple streaks.

Sitting on the floor is Honey- her hair has been eaten away by the rain. She is hunched over, sleeping, with no less than 10 cleffa crowded around her, mostly in her lap and hiding under her vest. They are also fast asleep. A small army of empty pokemon nursing bottles sits discarded. >

The cleffa lost their parents in the downpour - they will be rehomed by the Rangers when this is over.

We are managing. I am going back to work.

- Ismene ⚔️

#⚔️ ismene blogging #rl pokemon #irl pokemon #pokeblogging #high stakes pokeblogging #cw high stakes pokeblogging #team snagem shadow sky #cw pokemon death

[storyteller-aprendiz]

The Owl house is a show with many traumatizing and dark scenes but the one that has stuck with me the most is this one:

Just the cruelness of this game & how it is use to indoctrinate this young witches into the rather “new” coven system.

How Raine’s and Eda’s names, and the rest of the young witches, are erased to distinguished between “coven” or “wild” as it would be in the future, where their personhood is robbed by the coven system.

How the game is set against the wild witches from the beggining, they can’t and will never win, and the system wants you to know that so that you’ll never consider turning “wild” once the time comes.

How everyone is terrified, and no one wants to do it, they just think they don’t have any other option. Just look at the face of the purple witch here:

And the wild witches all go to their own side- without any possibility of unionizing- where areas you could say that the covens are doing “team work” to erradicate them, but it doesn’t work like that. The existance of the Coven Head position, means that there is a heriarchy within the covens and if there is then everyone is your enemy and if you wan’t to climb higher you have to step over them (which comes with fun and disconcerting stuff of what Raine had to do).

And if we go with the theory that both of Willow’s parents are at this event, you can see how they were both traumatized by this excercise in how they acted with their daughter. Trying to push her to the most respected coven (which is so interesting because divisions, between divisions, hierarchy within hierarchy), trying to make her follow the rules because if she doesn’t, she’ll be hunted.

How many more witches and demons like them where forever affected by this game, and how it affected the actions they made on the future?

And it makes me wonder, how many times has this game been played on the Isles? Not only as a means to an end to win some pretty ribbon, but just as a recreative game between friends and cousins. Did it was played when Luz was at Hex-side?

Of course, the story (and the game) ends with a happy ending. And how did our characters win, how did Raine and the wild Witches win, by going against the rules, outside of them, by joining forces with Eda and the Coven Witches (there’s also something to say about how Eda was the one to propose the idea of help - because she had privileged within the game and therefore it made sense for her to extend said privilege. And then in the present day Raine offers to help the wild witches instead, since they are the ones that are now in the position of leaderships.)

#the owl house #raine whispers #eda clawthorne #og hexside squad #them's the breaks kid #toh #toh season 2 #meta #toh meta

[moomoorare]

my piratecove au first digital drawings!!!

It's just to get the first ideas out, a but of backstory too. Much angst to come, so much fluff to hug it and make it better... <3

Some more lore under the cut ↓

Millicent 💙🐟

Here we have Millicent! A little Blue Persian cat found on a deserted island by all the others.

She was a bit feral, hardly spoke and was very distrustful. She's still adjusting after two years of living with the family on a peaceful shore.

Millie loves the sea, fishing and taking naps by a fireplace. She and Pomme are around the same age, though Millie looks smaller.

When she was found on the deserted island, both girls were 5. Marigold was 3 and Rain was 1.

Pomme ☀️🍎

Pomme is a blessing, a miracle of the Enchanted Apple.

Once a ritual of union was performed, both the mothers had to taste each other's blood and then bite the apple. Then Pomme was born from her father Puffy, she looks like gold.

She's sporty, loves to move and jump around, she's a sheep hybrid, doesn't have an animal form, and she can't seem to grow horns, so she wears a headband with some.

She has many headbands, not only with horns but also wings, cactus, stars and cat ears. Her collection grows everyday

Marigold 🏵️🧡

Mari is also a blessed child, in a certain way. She's the middle child, with 2 years difference to all her siblings.

She's the wedding gift of Tina and Hannah, given to Niki and Puffy as a little marigold seed, she was put into a pot, loved and cared for until she bloomed into a little flower kitten. She can shapeshift into a tiny orange tabby cat

She loves the colors orange and yellow, likes mint green a lot. She's a very picky eater, doesn't like fish and seafood in general. She loves sweet things like apple pie and ice cream though. She does not like being brushed, or touched unless given permission. She's a very bubbly kid though, she talks very loud and brings a lot of life to the household.

Rain 🌧️

He's the youngest of the four Puffychu children, he's just a little toddler. He's a goat-sheep hybrid, and looks a lot like Puffy.

He was born on a rainy day, hence the name. In Puffy's piratecove near the ocean, the day was gray and dark, the waves angry and the sky pouring with flashes of light.

He loves purple, green, blue and red. Also brown, a lot.

He loves pumpkin pie, and he's a sleepy boi

#piratecove au #dsmp fankids #dsmp fanart #mcyt #rare sketchbook

[late-to-the-fandom]

If you're up for it, make a scene with these words: chandelier, crimson, chaos.

I am routinely bad at speed writing or writing for prompts, but I saw this last night, had the idea (these words on very on brand for me), then gave myself half an hour to write this scene as a warm-up this morning. And I don't hate it! So, thank you, my friend - this was so fun! Do you want one in return?

The high ceilings of Darkwall were the despair of the Dark Prince’s dredgers. Eight brave volunteers - or sacrifices - were required to dust the hanging light fixtures of every one of the tower’s myriad rooms, each standing on the shoulders of the other, drawing matchsticks for which unfortunate soul was sentenced to the top; forced to clamber up his fellows, flat feet balancing on wobbling shoulders, stubby arm wielding the feather duster like a sword as high overhead as could be reached, until the rain of dust made one of them sneeze and the whole tower collapsed in a chaos of ows and oofs.

It was the dredgers’ least favourite task. Which was why, when the Master’s new mortal servant volunteered to do the dusting, they formed a hasty union to demand Breakfist grant her request.

The head butler, however, had his doubts about the strange, purple creature. Anything with such thin skin and delicate bones was hardly suited to the dangers of housework. And, tall as she was, the Tower’s rooms were taller. From a corner of the ballroom, Breakfist watched in professional skepticism as the mortal tilted her head back on her fragile-looking neck to inspect the high, ornate ceiling.

With a glance at the silent butler, she crossed the room, kidnapped a wooden chair from its place against the far wall, and arranged it under the unlit chandelier. She planted one boot, then the next, on the chair’s cushioned seat - the dredger’s expression grew stony - but even with its aid, her outstretched arm and its wielded cloth could not reach the heavy oil-rubbed bronze construction. She scrambled down again - with a second sidelong glance at the watching Breakfist - and fetched another chair. This she hoisted onto the first in a rickety tower before beginning a more cautious climb.

Breakfist knew what was coming. He had watched his dredger underlings enact this very scene uncountable times. The mortal managed to wipe down three of the curling arms and their unlit crimson candles before a stray slip of her foot wiggled the top chair from its perch on the second. Down came the whole precarious construction, and the lady with it, whatever sound of shock she made hidden by the sudden rapid footsteps pounding across the ballroom’s polished floor.

The Prince was there. Had he, too, been watching? Equally suspicious of the mortal’s competence? He did not look displeased as he caught the lavender lady in his arms, in time to prevent her landing on - and inevitably breaking - the expensive collapse of chairs. On the contrary, Breakfist caught a flash of a grin, something long absent from his Master’s face, and a hint of satisfaction in his reproof as he deposited her carefully back on her feet.

“While I admire your dedication and… creative problem solving, perhaps such tasks are best left to the dredgers. They are quite sturdy, I assure you, and have plenty of practice. And I should hate you to survive the horrors of the Endmire only to meet an untimely end in my home.”

The mortal mumbled something Breakfist could not hear. It made the Dark Prince laugh.

“Yes, I suppose he can be rather intimidating,” he said, turning his mirth on Breakfist who jumped to attention and shuffled promptly forward. “Breakfist,” his Master chided cheerfully. “Do stop staring like that. You are making our guest nervous. Here.”

He plucked the mortal’s cloth from her hand and brandished it toward the butler with the instructions, “Have the other dredgers finish up the dusting,” before turning back to the lady and offering her his arm. “What say we try you on something less dangerous first? How do you feel about learning to duel?”

Another low, bland murmur made the Prince laugh again as he escorted the strange creature from the room. Breakfist, righting the fallen chairs, paid their conversation no mind. The mortal might be useless, but anything that lifted his Master’s low spirits had the devoted butler’s stamp of approval. Her place was at his side, Breakfist’s place was at his feet, and the dredger servants peeking their heads around the door, their places were one on top of the other in a tidy, teetering tower.

#ask games #writblr games #renathal x maw walker #a wend in the shadows

[the-gene-mile]

Going around asking some bb blogs but

Do you got a favorite end credits scene? :3

OH TYSM FOR ASKING there r a lot of them i rly love but here's a top 5 (ordered but not definite if that makes sense?) this post got long sorry

s9e12 the helen hunt - THIS ONE IS SO CUTE i love when they let bob dance in the end credits and i also love gene + bob moments bc we don't rly get those. and the way everyone gets involved?? perfection. love it. absolute peak

s12e11 touch of eval(uations) - probably my favourite in terms of music? especially since we barely get to hear calvin sing. also boblin dancing?? oh my god just look at them?? it's so good i love it

s13e13 stop! or my mom will sleuth! - gene and tina episode believers (me) will be so starved for content of just these two they'll cling to these end credits for their life

s9e15 the fresh princ-ipal - it's pesto in my pants cmon it's such a good song for no reason

s4e2 fort night - there r SO many cute details in this. andy and ollie sharing and louise making tina trade then feeling bad about it r personal favs

s10e15 yurty rotten scoundrels would be here too but i can't for the life of me find it uploaded anywhere. but i rly love the visuals in this one i love seeing them get creative w it. honestly probably a v close second favourite. sucks i couldn't find it uploaded anywhere (and my laptop is a BABY and doesn't like recording things. idk why so i can't even get the video myself)(i'm assuming bc the actual episode is v mid no one rewatches the episode enough to actually remember the credits)

also honourable mentions under the cut (there's a lot. like 45 episodes a lot. i got carried away and i really like the end credits leave me alone)

sorry for any overlays on the videos. i'm assuming it's so the uploader could avoid copyright atp this list is just a personal catalogue. idk how it got so long i think i blacked out for 3 hours while writing this

s2e1 the belchies - i have no idea why jjr is animated so well here?? s2e4 burgerboss - i just rly like the music s2e6 dr yap - probably the funniest end credits for me? it's definitely up there

s3e21 boyz 4 now - louise is just a girl god don't talk to me

s4e6 purple rain-union - this one's only here bc i rly like how gene and jen help louise onto the stage s4e9 slumber party - one of my fav episodes i kinda have to put it here

s5e19 housetrap - why they don't let larry murphy sing more often is beyond me s5e21 the oeder games - i mean cmon it's the oeder games

s6e3 the hauntening - it's just cute s6e7 the gene and courtney show - courtney mentioned s6e19 glued, where's my bob? - it's bad stuff happens in the bathroom. i can't leave it out

s7e8 ex machtina - tinimmy mentioned (in all seriousness jjr is animated v well in this sequence) s7e16 eggs for days - teddy and linda singing god bless s7e18 the laser-inth - BOB AND GENE MOMENT (also one of my fav episodes so it goes on here bc i'm biased)

s8e1 brunchsquatch - idc what anyone says i love this episode and i love that they made it (i do wonder if any of the ppl included r still actively in the fandom) s8e4 sit me baby one more time - one of tina's best songs tbh s8e5 thanks-hoarding - teddy and lin singing 10/10 s8e14 the trouble with doubles - good song and louise and gene r rly cute s8e21 something old, something new, something bob caters for you - same as 0619 it's such a good song i can't just leave it out

s9e6 bobby drive - such a good song?? s9e7 i bob your pardon - another banger song s9e9 UFO no you didn't - we need to see susmita more s9e17 what about blob? - this song is so good the in universe characters don't get it s9e22 yes without my zeke - i love when they experiment with the art direction

(there's a lack of s10 and s11 end credits uploaded to yt which SUCKS bc i rly like a lot of them so uh. use ur imagination) s10e3 motor, she boat - gene fnaf jumpscare at the beginning but god i love louise's ears squashing down under hat 😭😭 s10e11 drumforgiven - gene is just so happy in this sequence god don't talk to me s10e14 wag the song - one of the only times jjr sings the end credits song afaik? also love the limited colours s10e21 local she-ro - cute linda and tina sequence s10e22 prank you for being a friend - rudy is so happy here look at him

s11e1 dream a little bob of bob - TINA AND BOB MOMENT!! s11e4 heartbreak hotel-oween - the way gene and louise peak out of the costume's window is rly cute s11e6 bob belcher and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad kids - good song s11e11 romancing the beef - cute boblin moment s11e12 gift card or card trying - BABY BELCHERS

s12e3 the pumpkinening - gene seeing lin and gayle dancing then going to join them is just rly cute to me s12e4 driving big dummy - yk the drill by now, if larry murphy sings it goes on the list s12e7 loft in bedslation - v cute sequence; when they both fall asleep while making it >> s12e13 frigate me knot - so catchy for no reason?? s12e21 eighth grade runner - u know i love some creative end credits

s13e5 so you stink you can dance - the lyrics r so cute?? also jjr looks rly good in black he should wear it more s13e6 apple gore-chard! (but not gory) - louise and jessica r just kids god i love this sequence a lot (louisica bias) s13e8 putts-giving - the only way i can describe why i love this so much is that it itches a scratch in my brain i didn't know was there s13e14 these boots are made for stalking - love when they let bob dance in the end credits s13e16 what a (april) fool believes - this song is so gay for no reason "you've got the chain i yearn to yank" dude fuck off s13e22 amelia - come ON it's AMELIA it has to go on the list

s14e5 bully-ieve it or not - definitely recency bias but i rly like the song

#i ended up having to limit the honourable mentions to 5 per season bc i was writing too much LMAO #tried to limit it to 3 but seasons 8 9 and 13 were testing me (i failed) #shoutouts to s7e13. s8e8. s8e12. s9e8. s9e16. and s9e20. gone to the episode per season limit #ik s13 has 6 but i genuinely cannot choose which one to cut #if any links go to the wrong episodes shhhh no they don't #asks #fangomango #bob's burgers #rambles

[martyrbat]

red hood: the lost days

(id's and links to the individuals below)

IMAGE ONE: Jason Todd sitting on a motorcycle that has its headlights on as he's in the rain. Jason is wearing a leather jacket and is holding the Red Hood helmet in front of his chest with two gloved hands on either side of it. His chin is dipped down slightly as he glares straight ahead with a dour expression, red eyeshadow smudged around his eyes in the shape of his Robin mask. The background is blood red with the Bat-Signal shining on it. Jason is in front of the Batman symbol, blocking the center of it. The wings are visible behind him as they flare out on the sides of his head and the ears are poking out slightly above him.

IMAGE TWO: Jason Todd with his Red Hood pill helmet on. He's holding a handgun with his finger on the trigger and has it pointed up while smoke wisps come from the barrel of it. He's holding a giant playing card in his other gloved hand and presents it to the viewer, blocking most of his helmet in doing so. Batman is on the top of it, angrily snarling his teeth as the Joker is mirrored underneath him and is smiling with all his teeth showing. On the top, there's a red letter J in the corner and on the bottom there's the black bat symbol. There's six scattered bullet holes in the card.

IMAGE THREE: Talia Al Ghul holding Jason Todd as she submerges him in the Lazarus Pit. Her hand is cradling the back of his head as her other hand gently holds his bandaged side. Her long hair is down and flowing slightly as she's in a pink robe, the excess sleeve fabric floating. She looks down at Jason with a somber, caring expression. Jason is shirtless and has scars littering his chest and biceps. There's red around his closed eyes in the shape of his Robin mask and he has dried blood coming from his open mouth. In front of them is the red pill helmet that Jason will later wear. The chemical liquid is a blend of green and yellow as there's soft orange flames that rises from around Jason and behind Talia. The background is soft pink and white with dark pink, halfwilted trumpet shaped flowers curling behind them.

IMAGE FOUR: Jason Todd with his Red Hood pill helmet on and duel wielding two handguns. He has a fitted high necked, black tanktop on that exposes his muscular arms. He also has red gloves, green cargo pants and brown military boots on. He has an open chest rig for the gun magazines and gun holsters strapped to his thighs. They're connecting to an utility belt that attaches him to a cable line that's wrapped around his ankles. He hangs upside down in front of a giant explosion, behind it is the Union Jack cross.

IMAGE FIVE: Jason Todd with his Red Hood pill helmet on. He's being engulfed in flames, the orange fire blocking his lower half. He has an open chest rig on and is wearing a fitted, high necked black tanktop. His muscular arms are stretched above him and reach over the flames to be in front of a dark blue wall that's covered in bullet holes. His fingers are curled as his entire hands are coated in dripping blood.

IMAGE SIX: Jason Todd pinning the Joker down in a puddle of gasoline by sitting on his chest. Jason is without his helmet with it laying in the gasoline near them. He has red eyeshadow around his eyes in the shape of his Robin mask and is snarling through gritted teeth down at the Joker, who's smiling up at him. Jason's muscular arms are exposed by wearing a black tanktop and blue jeans while the Joker is in his pinkish purple suit. Jason is holding a lit torch and behind them is a barricade of flammable barrels and the bright, full moon. In front of the moon is Batman with his cape flared out to resemble wings, his only visible feature being his glowing eyes.

#i hope u all enjoyed the jason todd jaturday spam :3 #jason todd #red hood #lost days #crypt's panels #posts from the crypt #not tagging the comics separately hdidhfh its fine but :) i just think all the covers for lost days are neat

[yahoo201027]

Day in Fandom History: December 1…

Linda signals her redemption for her failed Talent Show performance for her upcoming high school reunion and decides to get her old band back together for a once-in-a-lifetime performance. “Purple Rain-Union” premiered on this day, 9 Years Ago.

#Day in Fandom History #9 Years Ago #Bob's Burgers #Bobs Burgers #Season 4 #Episode 6 #Purple Rain Union #Cartoon #Animation

[kpopnlockit]

Royal Counsel (Part 17)

Happy 2023!

Part 16: https://kpopnlockit.tumblr.com/post/691167643968929792/royal-counsel-part-16

Part 18: Coming soon!

      The ceremony would be quick and presided over by a priest. As far as you knew, Vixx was not a very religious country but even they viewed marriage as a union before God. That sentiment apparently extended to engagements as well. The ladies-in-waiting had delivered you straight to the path that divided the rows upon rows of filled seats. At the end of the aisle was a gilded platform that had been specially made for the occasion. It was raised a half-meter above the ground so that the entire audience could see. An arch would frame you as you stood up there, the arch having been draped with purple chiffon and outfitted with white roses to create a picturesque scene. Two artists had been hired to capture the moment on large canvases. Even the weather was cooperating. It was fairly cloudy but there was no threat of rain, and a gentle breeze cooled the rising heat of the day.

      You had focused on the stage when you arrived, but it did not take long to hear the tinkle of the guests’ finery as they turned to look at you. The buzz of conversation died hurriedly as they realized that the event was starting. You did not allow yourself time to study them because you knew all you would find was judgment. There would be talk of your dress, of your hair, of your face, of anything and everything that could be critiqued. The gossip would come no matter what you did so there was no point in wasting your energy on witnessing it in real-time. 

      The sound of violins interrupted your thoughts. You could not see where the music was coming from, but the sound of harps and flutes could be heard adding to the ethereal ambience that was being carefully crafted. To add to the image, the servants of the manor were outfitted uniformly in lavender livery. They stood in neat lines on both ends of each row of seats, making sure that their polished shoes did not touch the royal purple aisle runner that was meant for you and your promised to walk down. The manor had to have hired outside help for the occasion, as there were far more butlers available to attend to the nobles than you had ever seen in the castle. The ladies-in-waiting curtseyed and followed a path around the guests that had been marked with a generous scattering of white rose petals to their designated chairs off to the side of the stage.

      King Ravi had been somewhere nearby. As soon as you were deposited, he appeared at your elbow with N, Leo, Hyuk, and another man you did not recognize tailing him. The mystery man was tall, just like the other men and had a very distinguishing nose. All of them were outfitted in Vixx colors of aubergine and gold. However, each suit was different, with Leo’s being of a military bearing and N’s being plainer and befitting of a scholar. It was clear that the choice was deliberate to show pride in Vixx and simultaneously display their positions within the royal court. The man you did not recognize clapped King Ravi on the shoulder before leading the men down another footpath that mirrored the lady’s maids to their chairs on the opposite side of the stage. 

     You took a long look at your fiancè. He wore a traditional Vixx robe with a plum torso and white sleeves to match his white trousers. A beautiful mulberry and gold embroidered sash across the waist denoted his royal status and a patch over his left shoulder highlighted his military honors. The most surprising piece of his ensemble was a red tie that kept his robe closed. It matched the crimson in your gown. You had expected him to only be in Vixx colors. You would have to overanalyze the meaning of that later. In total, it was a simple but elegant outfit that did not require jewels or additional adornments to display King Ravi’s pride in Vixx and its short history.

     King Ravi did not have anything in his body language that showed nervousness. He wore a facade of happy serenity. He turned to you and offered his arm. He smiled as he said, “You are exceptionally beautiful today.”

     You did not know if you wanted to roll your eyes or blush. “You are more handsome than usual today as well,” you replied. And it was true.

     He always looked regal in his national hue but combined with neatly styled hair and lightly rouged lips, he seemed to glow in the glimpses of sunlight that peeked through the clouds. You took his elbow and straightened. You needed to exude some of his easy confidence, let alone feel it. 

     Spectators gawked as you took your time walking toward the dais. Like King Ravi, you gazed ahead and refused to let your line of vision wander. It was not only for your peace of mind, but also to remind those who questioned your legitimacy of their own positions. Most would not be able to be in the same room as you once you were queen. Their presence at the engagement was to add to the scale and perceived grandeur of the event. Many of the attendees would usually only be invited to local balls and functions hosted by the nobles of their respective kingdoms. To be invited to a foreign King’s celebration was a show of power and excess. Vixx would be seen as a country that could afford to house and cater to irrelevant earls and counts. Vixx would also be considered humble and hospitable for doing the same. 

     As you had noted before, the ceremony was quick, taking just over ten minutes. During the proceedings, King Ravi did not once look away from you. Though you could pretend to be as stately as a monarch, having a staring contest with one of the most powerful men in the world while promising matrimony in the near future proved to be difficult. You very much wanted to squirm under his gaze or break eye contact just for a moment of reprieve. That could not be done without repercussion so you both maintained vaguely agreeable smirks. Internally, you wanted to awkwardly giggle at the ridiculousness of the situation. The only reason you did not was because of the seriousness of the situation. And just like that, the whole fiasco was over and King Ravi took your hand and led you back to the castle. 

      You did not actually go back inside but he instead took you to one of the open tents set up to the right of the rows of chairs. Some of the tents had been set up with food and drink and others had been outfitted with lounging furniture over thick carpeting. The most ornate tent housed two identical white thrones. In that tent, King Ravi ushered you to take a seat before sitting himself.

     Once the guests were given leave to roam, they did so. A line of attendees formed, all of them wishing to give you greetings and congratulations. You plastered on a genteel smile and murmured your thanks and shook hands and received curtsies and bows. The line never seemed to end but you continued to nod affably alongside King Ravi. You could not recall a single face you had seen. You were sure that you had greeted at least a few people you had personally known, but through the flood of brightly colored clothes and painted skin, you could not recognize them. The receiving line took an estimated two hours. During which, you charaded as a polite and sweet future royal. Undoubtedly, everyone knew that you were no such thing, but no one dared to slight you.

     There were about thirty minutes of reprieve between the end of the cocktail hour and the beginning of the reception. You were able to get through half a glass of lemonade before you were prompted to go to your chambers and change into your second dress. You were glad to go. The volume of social interaction had been overwhelming. Minah and a small entourage of ladies-in-waiting escorted you. The house was startlingly quiet after having been in the ruckus outside. With only the sound of footsteps echoing in your ear, you realized that you had not spoken to King Ravi at all after the ceremony. You likely would not be able to exchange words for the rest of the night. You were not sure if you were disappointed or not.

     The second gown was less revealing than the first but was far more striking. It had a proper ball gown silhouette with a touch of scandal in the sleeves, or lack thereof. The bodice was completely strapless. Over the top was a sheer shirt with long sleeves to add the illusion of modesty. Buttons in a straight row went all the way up to the throat of the mesh shirt. A ribbon tied into a small bow separated the waterfall of fabric flowing to the floor from everything above the waist. The thing that set the dress apart from all others was that it was dyed a deep blood red. To contrast with the dark tint, the gauze over your arms and chest was stark white. Your hair was pulled back into an immaculate chignon. This time, large diamonds studded your ears and encircled your wrists. It was so bold that you would command attention by virtue of walking by. 

     All eyes were on you when you walked into the ballroom. Your entrance was announced which did not help. You kept your chin high and your shoulders rolled back as you made your way through the crowd. No one attempted to approach you. King Ravi was easy to locate as he was a spot of red in a sea of amethyst. Just like in Exo, his clothing was designed to complement yours. He wore a white shirt tucked into white pants and an open cherry-dyed sheer robe over it all. The robe was once again fashioned in the traditional style of Vixx, embroidered with red roses. The collar and sleeves were lined with the same ribbon at your midsection. It was a smart move to transition from Vixx purple to matching completely with you. It sent the message that before the ceremony he was King of Vixx. Now he was a claimed man with a partner that was his equal. The spot of cardinal on his ceremonial robe now made more sense, as it showed that he was including a fleck of you in his attire. A sign of thoughtfulness, of what could be construed as love. You appreciated the powerplay in the small and subliminal undertones to everything. It would help paint the picture you both wanted. Two very different people now united to create a nation more powerful than the world had seen in centuries.

     King Ravi motioned to meet him in the middle of the room. Your skin crawled with the attention being directed at you by everyone else. You did not open your mouth to greet him first, which in any other situation would be incredibly rude. However, you had a plan. You had not discussed it with him previously so you did not know if he would play along, but you were banking on it. You paused and made sure to look him in the eye. He quirked an eyebrow before his mouth settled into a small grin as he approached. He understood what you were doing. He did not falter in his prowl towards you. He only stopped when he was within an arm’s distance. He took your hand and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

     Though you had wanted him to greet you first, you had not expected the chivalrous gesture. You could not hide the way your lips parted in surprise. You rapidly overcompensated with a wide smile and commented, “You look quite handsome in red.”

     “Not as stunning as you though,” he replied in a tone equal part sultry and teasing.

     You beamed though you really wanted to return with a smart quip but that would not be ladylike. He took your hand in his and turned towards the spectators. 

     He addressed the guests in a voice so loud, it must have come from the depths of his gut, “Friends, thank you for being here today to celebrate this joyous occasion.”

     You stood still, the portrait of a happy girl betrothed to Prince Charming.

     King Ravi glanced at you, before continuing on, “Please celebrate with us. Enjoy the food, drink, and dancing.”

     At that, the miniature orchestra in the corner began to play. A cheery song was chosen, concealing the lack of applause after King Ravi’s speech. There were plenty of people not pleased by your arrangement. There were also many who had not developed an opinion yet. When they approached you one on one, they were on their best behavior. However, there was power in groups. They had conspired not to clap and King Ravi had predicted as much. By not allowing ample time for people to even try to applaud, he had enacted his own countermeasure. Very few would pick up on the silence. 

     You would have to tread lightly. You were in a den of snakes. You smiled wickedly. It was good to feel at home.

#vixx #vixx fanfiction #vixx fanfic #ravi #ravi fanfic #vixx ravi #vixx ravi fanfic #wonshik scenario #kim wonshik #wonsik

[tinarannosaurus]

the “there’s only one solution—we all have to have black eyes” bit from purple rain-union is the spiritual successor to “...oh no, we all got chloroformed”

#groups with one braincell solidarity #purple rainunion

[ver-s-m-l-tude]

June Prompts from Nosebleed Club:

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1. My life splayed open before me // fresh dead // car crash dead // the sun glares operating room florescence // and lowers it’s Maui Jim’s to tell me I’m theirs now // all supernova spitfire // crystalpunk in a crimson // pantskirt clinging with sweat and fishnets crawling with whalefall // I want to feel like // a silent film walking into a bar // a score marked by ill omen // and a burn hole. New. New. New. // I store the light behind my eyes // basking, open chested.

2. What of it? What of the stagnant pearlescent water standing trials of would-be-fire and mosquito larvae? What of dumpster leakage and stale pizza crust, sog of bread and blank? What of ‘my name is’ sharpie smear a squid ink bagel crimson lined? What of burnt rubber? What of exhaust fumes, acid rain, potholes and spare change? What of the pigeons, there? Do they feel their lack? Some neutered thing, gene naked and twisted two turns past just ‘helix’ and three skips of a rock past ‘dove.’ Do they know what has been taken, what we take? Bastard children left to burn down with the house, packed like sardines in the attic.

3. Occhiolistic minds starstruck with void, the realization of matterlessness as hot ash rains from a red sky and caresses the hood of your car. Lovers: forest fires and gasoline engines. They fuck like exhaust fumes gasping. You, ever the voyeur, watch the procession of images through windshield polaroids. It’s like this: the sky flirts with apocalypse, the aphrodisiac that is a strawberry moon coated in chocolate monoxide. They fuck like lovers dying, an ill fated marriage, arranged to look good draped in the red satin of this: the end. The ending which leaves the crowd gasping for air, stranded countryside amidst a forest of ash. Entropy the reverend minister blessing their cause, the beauty of a union of misbegotten gains, a procession, a momentum, of speeches and lovers using tablecloths as bedsheets at the rehearsal dinner. Everyone gasping, grasping for the substantial more to distract from that bloodshot eye, the strawberry moon, watching. Matroska doll voyeurs, karma within karma, a world hungry and feasting, picking clean the bones. In the end, the sun sets behind time. The moon, careless, exits stage right– a bride fleeing the altar. In the end, smoke is just carbon, more in common with us than any solar body.

4. Icy certainty, deterministic daydreams manifest. Singular pointed focus weaved in wire through a hag stone, vibrations the color of that tea they liked, all Antarctica melting, all steam and caffine and –

Loving you was the best thing I ever did, but not the best thing I’ll ever do. Highways of aortic determinism blood running back to you in the shade of roman roads, cobblestone wounds, scabs of citrine and –

I’m not bitter tonight. I’m human tonight. Floral and fruiting. Today scars grinned with teeth that had seeds in them. Magic was real again, like mud pies and stone soup and potions and sand in sunscreen and –

There’s that pine smell again. Knuckle sucking nostalgia punch drunk on fracas wine and need. I need. I need the wanting of it. Small body too big with ocean brine bloat, wrung dry. Wonderlust. Fill me. Glint machine painted –

5. Pretention as pretty as pomp in pink or ink smears between fingers. Peppered in pewter pipe dream shavings, pruned to fit without pinprick leakage of pellucid psalms of pleonexia. Reproduced, pirated, purple with pleading peroration on pride and the puritanical work ethic. But to pasture, to drink that pleasant pellucid pruno to a plump passionate drunk. But to pasture, to feel prized, protected. But to pasture, to hearth. A Shepherd’s love better for it’s echo in space unoccupied. To pasture, to be fed. To grow. To pasture but oh to leave. Prairie wide expanse of pewter pipe grass patronizing through plugged cheeks. Oh to leave pleading for pliant purpose bent to shape. Oh to leave pleading for parallel coupling like cosign waves pirouetting through near misses and tangential caresses. Oh to leave pleading for pangs like pinprick puncture wounds to stop bleeding. Oh to leave, praying.

6. Redacted.

7. 8. 9. Dilapidated, bunny, lash.

The dogs lie, tails low, limbs low, swaying grass. I understand. Hunger. Not for meat, no, for blood. They are different things, but the same, feeding in different ways. We’re all the same. For me it’s the ink, playing predator in black and white. We’re all the same. Writing is to life what dogs are to wolves. An oscillation of limbs lashing, harried, fur flitting with something like fun, something like fleeing. We’re all the same. Even the house, floor fetid with rot, fetid but blossoming. Rot is to flowers what time is to tempo. We’re all the same, the house, however, is longer. Carbon fixed in fiber, xylem long dry knows nothing of blood– not yet anyways. It knows tempo, though. Many a tune trembling between joists and trim, a faint memory of something like fun. The house knows many things but speaks none of them, except in late winter wheezing, the settling of old bones which never knew locomotion like the dogs there, but are learning. The house has learned many things, and it wears that learning on sleeves scarred. Chipped lacquer from family dinners, no blood yet, but pasta sauce perhaps, the wishing of blood perhaps, in echoes of screams ratting its bones alongside tempo and treble. Many things call the house walls home, mice and maggots, a family of rabbits– neighbors hunted. One falls from ceiling to foundation, rotting there against the water main. But no blood. Just holes punched in frantic search for the stench that was there long before anyone could smell it, and certainly long before the rabbits. Hyde glue and acetone. The dogs thunder overhead, the basement the tom drum of suburbia, lashed by foot and paw. We’re all the same. I listen like the rabbits, though before them, for the thundering foot above. Fingers on keys on tempo with the joists and studs, I creak too, I fall too, I know blood, I tasted it. But not the house, not yet. No, the house knows subtraction and addition. Minus two dogs, plus three dogs, it keeps score in the carpet, piss stains, vomit from the night he ate a bark of soap, and a bouquet of roses. The house knows slobber. It knows seven layers of paint, and three layers of plaster. It knows the mirror, silver nitrate peeling pockmarked as its gypsum riddled with pinpricks. It knows cedar wood warped and twisted like alpine juniper, and just as grey. It knows other grey things: cement, pavement, the darker spots of oil stains would be fire like the two dogs before. It knows graphite, and ink smears. It knows hair, black and grey. We’re all the same. It knows these things but It won’t learn of blood for many years. Not until its bones are made teeth bared and its joists rest on rot-carpet like rabbits on water mains. It learns of blood then, after five dogs, and a number of feet and paws. This is its final lecture, as the patchwork plywood door caves in to last foot, and teaches it of red. Though it tastes like gasoline, its blood. Though it stings like fire, its blood. We’re all the same, full of tempo, heart lashing red like sprays of treble. The rabbits watch, they’ve won. The dogs are gone. The feet are gone. The stains and tally marks gone. We’re all the same, dust to dust and ashes. We’re all the same. Type, run, fall, lash, laugh, gasp, scream, cry, live, li–

#living document #introduction #w

[apaise]

a week ago the vale had received the announcement that king aleksander of drachma was to marry naya kuvar, a commoner. the news soon became an inescapable topic in the palace and the markets, nobles and peasants alike curious about this great love story. with marriage such a powerful bargaining chip for unwed royals across the land, the masses were fascinated by aleksander choosing someone who would bring no new territories or trade or military to his realm. 

surely it must be a tale of romance.

for the following days, alys was subjected to her ladies’ constant fantasizing about the king and his bride, imagining some fairytale of choosing love over duty. though it was a constant theme in their novels passed around at tea, it was rare for the ladies to experience a living and breathing example; alys could not fault them for their excitement. she did have to disappoint them in failing to attend the wedding, however. with issues in the north over pests attacking the crops and villages going hungry, alys could not push her work aside to celebrate aleksander and naya’s union -- no matter how idyllic the story. 

the outcry in the palace was immeasurable after, maids and noblewomen equally disheartened that alys would not visit drachma and inform them all about the king and his blushing bride. her head maids were particularly disappointed to miss out on the opportunity of travel, wanting to explore the exalted drachma. after provisions from the stormlands had been secured to aid the north, alys finally agreed to attend naya’s coronation ( mostly to quell the complaints ). her retinue set forth early to arrive in drachma on time, with alys delaying her departure as she continued to arrange assistance for the north. thankfully, she and beryl could take flight the morning of the reception without any concerns of arriving late.

the feast before the princess’s coronation was a lavish one with intricately carved fruits and boar’s head and cockentrice. though the king’s sister was regrettably absent due to a light fever, aleksander’s mood was nonetheless merry, toasting his bride and amazing the nobles as he carefully cut into a pie that let loose live doves in honor of their matrimony. alys presented the king and princess with a gift in the classic greystark tradition: a golden dragon egg. this one had been specially commissioned for a tale of such romance, the egg smothered in red enamel roses studded across a gold trellis covered in emerald vines. a tug on the lid would open it like a music box, revealing two intertwined pearl roses inside with the king and future queen’s initials. 

king aleksander thanked alys generously, bestowing compliment upon compliment and occasionally speaking over his young wife. though alys smiled in return, she couldn’t help but notice princess naya appeared much less starry-eyed and exuberant as the rumors would portray her. she was beautiful to be sure -- enough to balk a poet should he attempt to describe even the gentle dusk of her eyes. yet she did not look like some heroine of fantasy on the cusp of every dream coming true; if alys peered closer, she looked like juliet awakening alone in the tomb. 

such matters were not alys’s business, however. she left the king and princess to welcome the others, enduring the rest of the night in patience, only wishing to return home. after the feast, aleksander invited everyone to the vast terrace outside, and to alys’s horror, there was a fanfare of fireworks. a century before alys was born, explosives had been the mode of combat used against the greystarks ( even when they were protecting the velaryons ). though ordinary explosives could do little against a dragon, the army of the eyrie had concocted some purple poison that could melt even dragon flesh. while beryl had survived the war of the era, her brother had not.

as the other guests ooh and awe, alys excuses herself to find her dragon, fearing her reaction to seeing colors of fire rain from the sky. she’s relieved to discover beryl’s still in the courtyard and that she hadn’t flown off, yet -- she’s completely distressed, pacing and giving raspy yowls. upon seeing alys calm and unharmed, however, beryl lets out a smoky sigh, and the queen’s quick to tend to her with a soothing touch. she realizes in beryl’s desolation she had somehow injured herself, a gash at her back leg. alys couldn’t discern what could have caused it; had she flown away and come back . . . .? thankfully it isn’t deep, but she still sends for a maid to bring her medical supplies, alys rolling up her sleeves in the meanwhile. 

she had just sat down to begin cleaning the wound when beryl gives a little rumble, indicating a stranger. alys looks up to find princess naya herself in the courtyard, seemingly perturbed. hopefully alys had not offended the soon-queen with her early departure from the party. 

❝ princess naya, ❞ alys greets with a mere nod; no matter if she’s in another kingdom, she’s still queen. ❝ i apologize for stepping away from the celebration so early, ❞ she begins, rising from the stool the maid had brought her to address the princess properly. ❝ i’m afraid we aren’t accustomed to fireworks in the capital, ❞ alys gives a small, apologetic smile. instead the greystarks had their own tradition of floating lanterns, the paper made to look like dragons and the torches lit by drualt and beryl themselves. 

❝ my friend was a little startled. ❞ ( @feveredblurs​ )

#( this goT LONG BUT U KNOW HOW INTRODUCTIONS ARE... ) #( hope the hcs about the celebration are okay!!! ) #( SO EXCITED FOR THEM THOUGH :') just two elegant ladies~~ ) #( becoming gal pals while cleaning a wound nbd ) #feveredblurs #( c: alys ) #( v: dragons )