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thementalshawty · 4 months

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Who’s Your FS PT. 2

Heyyyyyyyyy happy ‘24!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m back with the awaited pt2 to who’s your FS. Now if I’m guessing most of you saw pt1 and just back here for confirmation or for more information, now for those who are new here hellloooooooooo! This is a shorter version of p1 only I’m using one deck for this reading. @silvershiningtarot gifted me the tea leaf oracle deck so that is what I’ll be using for this reading! Thanks baby!! Now REMEMBER THIS IS A GENERAL READING! Take what resonated and leave the rest for others to take in you want something more personal, you’ll have to purchase a reading from me, or any other great reader on here, mmk? Til then just take what resonates with you in this general reading! Choose an emoji and let’s get started and TAROT IS A SUGGESTIVE METHOD, DO NOT RELY ON ANYONE OR ANYTHING TO MAKE OR DICTATE DECISIONS AND MOVES FOR YOUR LIFE! YOU’RE THE POWER!

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Pile IV

Your spouses have faced major challenges and obstacles in their lives, they’ve climbed many a mountain basically. They aren’t a weak minded person, they got heart p4 and they’re brave! They’ve faced so much they don’t back down from shit! This person is a survivor, a soldier, a warrior lol! I can’t stop bragging about how strong and fierce they are! They’ve been hit with so much shit and they’ve climbed it, I feel like right now they’re facing yet another major challenge in their lives. There’s rats around them, people that are secretly working against them behind their backs, they’re not even aware of it or who it could be cos they’re so focused on what they’re facing. Poor babies! These are my survival mode babies! They have paranoia, they think everyone is after them most likely, they are afraid of peace cos they don’t trust it, they had to defend themselves their whole lives. “All my life I had to fight.” Maybe they had a color purple kind of life, like Celie, or Sofia, but don’t look at the gender of them, it can be male, female, gender less, this person has been through some shit and they still are needing to defend themselves, don’t feel bad for them tho, they can handle it I feel, they’re hella strong but they shouldn’t have to be going through shit just cos they can handle it or they’re strong you know?? They’re a bit defensive too only cos they always had to defend themselves so they don’t understand the concept of constructive criticism or advice from bullying or trying to tear them down, they never had anything healthy to compare the toxicity too. So be mindful of that. They’re successfully overcoming a problem right now! They always land on top! They are the type to get kicked down but have the last laugh. They cannot be defeated, they lose battles but they WIN WARS! Maybe some of them live over a bridge or live where there’s a famous bridge (golden gate bridge I heard so maybe some of them or you are in cali). This person is a new person entering your life not an ex or someone you have met already, you haven’t met this person, you can possibly know of them, but you didn’t meet yet. They are arrogant and boastful and it’s cos what they went through. They are high! Very cocky they got an ego, and it’s cos whoever or whatever crossed them or tried to cause them harm failed and was destroyed leaving them way better than before. So they feel untouchable. They’ve been grieving some kind of loss, they have sorrowful moments especially when they relive or reminisce about what they went through and lost. They’re starting over and recreating their lives, venturing out into new territory or new methods of life, they’re hella creative and idealistic so they are now coming up with new and impressive ways of going about things. They may like watching the sunrise, could’ve been born at sunrise? They’re an early bird most likely. They’re a king/queen to themselves and they don’t need any validation from anyone! EVER! They persevere and never give up, this is how they overcome issues, they’re not the type to just take shit lying down, they’re a fucking fighter. They have plenty of material things, they have a lot of stuff, I’m not seeing hella wealth but they have plenty of money, they can afford whatever they want in that moment. They’re cocky cos they know they fought for everything they have so they feel they’ve earned the right to be cocky. They have been disappointed by friends and lovers in their lives who I feel have plotted behind their backs, it’s almost like I’m getting the rise of Tony Montana from Scarface, maybe they like that movie, they have a nice house and nice shit in their homes (random). They’re over thinkers, I told you they’re paranoid, they think that everything may crash and burn and they will have to struggle again like they’re used to but they are getting better and better each challenge or obstacle. I think that they’re bigger than you, some of them are tall, heavier, curvy, just bigger than you some in height some in weight. They are coming out of their cocoon a butterfly they are going through

Yet another transition and transformation, it’s for the better they are going to emerge from this so much better, stronger and more abundant I feel, I think that they always end up financially secure or blessed after every challenge they end up gaining some money that’s why they have so much shit I feel, they love to celebrate themselves. They are a happy go lucky type of person because they have been through shit and they have won every single war they’ve been in so they feel like they’re blessed and have good luck, others may gossip and say that they’re a lucky person but they’re really just good like that! They deserve their position in life, I promise you they do!

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Pile V

Happiness is important to this person. This is the type of person where money doesn’t matter to them. They just want to do what makes them the happiest, not that they aren’t taken care of financially, but they aren’t a shallow or materialistic individual. They love standing in the sun, they probably laugh loud and proud they are one of the happiest people you’ll ever meet in your life, they hate being upset or angry, it takes a lot to make them mad I feel. They have built a nest for themselves, they have a cozy home I feel, they are filled with so much love, they’re emotionally secure and they come from a loving family, or they want to create a loving and emotionally secure family. They definitely want kids, family is important to them which is why I think they were indeed brought up in a loving home at least some of them did, very warm and fuzzy person. They believe in love and happiness they believe love will bring them true happiness! I love them! They have a two faced friend in their life right now tho, this person around them is a fake ass person being fake but they only see the one face right now, idk if they don’t wanna face it or they genuinely don’t know about this person but they have a fake ass friend amongst them P5. They can be a cat person, they can even feed the birds or have a bird house at their house, you know what I feel too, they have one of those fountains for the birds outside their house, a family of birds could live outside their house. They have great fortune, like I said they are taken care of financially, I feel like because they don’t chase money like how everyone else is so obsessed with the bag, they’re not which is why money and fortune finds them simply they don’t chase anything but their happiness honestly. They are a very blessed person, a human four leaf clover 🍀! You’ll feel blessed around them too, maybe some of them are born in march, I do get wager sign vibes from this deck. Their skin is on the darker side, especially if you’re looking for a wife she’s got a darker complexion than you or her hair! It can also be their mom, or sister only because family is hella important so is their culture too, I feel some of you guys share the same culture others differ but even the ones that share the same culture you may not be into it as deep as they are they are devout to their culture and family. They may have gotten their money through inheritance, or winning something it could’ve even been some kind of windfall either way it came to them very naturally and it was like a stroke of luck or a blessing they are wealthy, they could’ve even inherited a beautiful piece of property. Something wealthy and grand they have! Money or some grand property. They are protected from negative forces, their guides and ancestors don’t play with them, anything negative that comes their way doesn’t affect them directly or heavily! They’re blessed frfr, truly lucky person! I’m happy for this person! Fuck that fake ass friend tho. P5 you gotta winner here! They may own a boat, 🛥️ yacht? This pile I’m getting old money vibes, wealth, old Victorian homes and castles type of background with this person. Idk. I see that because this person is so blessed and rarely sees any negativity, they aren’t very used to being told anything less than great, they need to learn how to accept valid criticism, I feel they feel anyone telling them anything less than satisfactory is a hater. They don’t want their happiness interfered with. I feel like there is some criticism that they need to listen to. So they have some downfalls in this person. Some of them could’ve been born rich. I feel like they are spoiled, the silver spoon ones. They are only used to having the best so anything less is not what they pay attention too. Others I feel they inherited money but before they did they accepted the fact that things suck sometimes so when anyone come to them with it they try to brush it off cos they know life sucks sometimes but they pay no mind to it which is a high vibe but also low too. They’re a fucking soaring 🦅 EAGLE! They

faced obstacles, struggles and troubles and they triumphed over it, beautifully, so they may be spoiled but they are strong and resilient! They will handle what they need too! Eagle could be a bird they love or I’m hearing maybe some of them have an eagle tatted. This fake ass friend I feel like they are undependable and insincere but they make excuses for them, only to avoid facing an issue, this may be a family friend? I feel there’s a hesitation to cut this person off, this person your spouse cannot depend on yet…….. that person still around I bet. Ugh! 😩! Your person needs to stop being so nice, they are sweet as fuck and I feel this person uses the family and your person. They are the type to get warnings ahead of time, whether it be their intuition or an actual person warning them but I feel like they always get the heads up! They are about to face a problem in the near future if they’re not facing nothing now. Some of you will be dealing with a person with white, blonde, or gray hair, some could dye it, some older, shit some is both! They’re the type of come from the families of legacies, like fashion companies, hotels, inventions, etc. They could have been next in line? I feel like with others who gained the wealth I feel like they worked but it came rather quickly, your spouse found what they loved and made millions off it. This pile is a lot about their possessions because even the next card is letting you know that right now they are increasing in material wealth right now, spiritual growth as well, which why I feel like this fake ass friend will be seeing the door soon this year! They could’ve had a goldfish as a pet or they do right now (Random). They love to vacation and take time away from everything. They’re a traveler! They are the type to drop everything and go to the fuccin Mykonos or Fiji just cos they can! They are extremely wealthy! Billionaire status to some of them I feel the ones that come from money in their family. Others they are millionaires or damn near close asfcc they could be on vacation right now, or they’re in desperate need of one.

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Pile VI

They are highly praised and thought of, this may be the fame pile and nah not entertainment celebrity but a celebrity in their fields. They’re know as probably gods/goddesses in their field of work. They’re very loved and adored by many, they have lots of fans and people throwing themselves at them. They’re very loved! 🥰 Love is hella important to them. They want to love so much! They search for true love, they may wear bows in their hair, remember bows are just accessories for any gender!!! They could be born in November or you may meet them around that time. I feel like Thanksgiving may be important to them too, they may love helping others, volunteering, I am hearing turkey drives. This is your true love by the way P6. They are in some trouble right now or have gotten into some trouble, either they were making accusations or someone was making accusations against them. I feel they’re in the hot seat at the moment or they’re putting someone else in the hot seat. I feel like it’s the first one, lots of people may be jealous of their fame, success so they’re doing anything they can to make them fall and suffer, lose that credibility. They feel like something is lacking in their life, I feel like it’s love but it can be anything, from money or goals, they just feel like they’re lacking something in their lives. They also I feel keep their emotions tucked in a barrel, I’m hearing some shit about image so maybe that’s how they move, they move the way they think they should to keep the fame. Opportunities are waiting for them at the door, opportunities that they create for themselves. Great businessmen/women! They handle the shit right! I’m not sure if they have a lot of money I don’t think they do I think they have a lot of fame, and notoriety but I don’t feel like they are rich or wealthy enough yet, they aren’t struggling they’re building up but they’re not where they want to be right now. They are about to have an exciting event that I feel will bring them in everything that they want. I feel like you guys may meet an exciting event. I feel like they may have a gong or like the sound of them ? (Random). They will be successful that’s guaranteed I’m seeing, they took their time, planned right and worked their fucking asses off they will be hella successful this year !!! This is a NEW PERSON! You don’t know them, you haven’t met them, like p4 you could’ve heard of them but you haven’t met them yet, this person hasn’t entered your life yet but they will, I think this year!!!! As soon as I said that a month card came out man!!! May!!!! They can be a Taurus, or Gemini, Scorpio or Sagittarius. They hella sensual. They may like to eat! You may meet in May. They have flopped a few times coming up in their lives, they’ve tried many different approaches and ways and have been unsuccessful. They didn’t give up they kept going and told themselves that they would be better next time and they were going to make it! They’re very focused i am getting earth sign energy major Capricorn energy especially! They are very poetic. Some of them are writers, or write with quill. 🪶. They are so creative and they are getting the start they deserve, they just want to make it, they just want to make it in what they love and continue getting the love for it, I honestly hope they do. Things are going to change for the better for them, they will make it and be successful and they will be triumphant and whatever they are facing in life. They are a bit arrogant and boastful, they aren’t a dick but they’re very egotistical and they don’t play about what they have, don’t cross these people either I feel like bad karma happens to those who cross your spouses, hella protected in the spirit world and I feel they know that and that’s why they are so cocky well a part of it, they are loud and they are goin to be heard no matter what, they show off too, I’m telling you major Capricorn vibes, this person is on their way to becoming CEO’s and Bosses this year yahhhhhh!

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Well thanks for tuning in!

Happy fuccin new years🎉

Get ready for the new year it’ll be killer!

Up’s and down’s but you’re a lot further than you were before so don’t forget it!!

I hope you enjoyed the reading and it brought you confirmation and clarity. TRY NOT TO COMMENT ANY THING ABOUT WHAT YOU READ! Some people look at the comments and are swayed to choose a certain pile based on someone else’s confirmation so please! If you have anything you want to say dm me, send in an ask, please try to comment only your feelings about the reading not any revealing information if that makes sense! Thanks babessss!

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anemoi-i · 3 months

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Venti’s Presence in Mondstadt and in Lore: A Comprehensive List

Barbatos is an Archon that does everything in secret and wants virtually no recognition for it. Desiring not to become like Decarabian, he "disappeared" so Mondstadt could be free and without a ruler, yet he has still done what he could to retain Mondstadt's peace. Here is a comprehensive list of everything of note that he has done.

Disclaimer: I may miss details. Some things such as character voice lines about Venti, save for Xiao’s are largely omitted. All sources are present.

I. Wind Gliders

“The ability of wind gliders to glide is reliant first and foremost on the Blessing of the Anemo Archon. Of course, it’s also been intertwined with human engineering.”

Wings of Companionship

II. But I do not intend to make my readers think that we could do without archons. On the contrary, say, if Barbatos had not guided the warm monsoons to Mondstadt with his divine powers, would Mondstadt still be so bountiful as to produce the brews that it does?

The answer would be no. Mondstadt is an inland city and would have struggled to provide for itself if not for the grace of Barbatos. If we look back through history, we learn that Mondstadt is situated on a land that was once frozen, where the living conditions were harsh and brewing would be virtually impossible. It was the power of Barbatos that changed everything.

Along With Divinity: Prologue

III. The songs that had once flown joyfully in the wind were drowned by a venomous dragon [Durin]. In the wake of its earth-shaking footsteps, even the cries and the flames were ripped asunder. The Anemo Archon heard their agony, though he had refused to rule. But to protect his old friends' dream, and defend the wind-kissed fields of green,He woke from his long slumber anew, and with the sky dragon [Dvalin] in battle he flew...

Elegy For The End

IV. In ancient times, Barbatos softly strummed his lyre and summoned the pure thousand winds and songs. Charmed by the free-spirited winds and songs, Dvalin the high dragon descended and swore loyalty to him. Barbatos rejoiced in making a new friend, and entrusted the people of Mondstadt to Dvalin. And so, the wandering Anemo Archon and the Wind Dragon forged Mondstadt's dawn with their relationship.

Skyward Harp

V. On the cliff facing the eastern sea, the ancestors worshipped the masters of Time and Anemo together. The two are intimately related, as expressed in the saying, "Anemo brings stories while Time nurtures them." This bow tells the story of the pioneers and the hardships they went through.

Sacrificial Bow

VI. When Mondstadt was born anew, and the Church finally unshackled, the scriptures of the winds could bear no longer being confined to a shelf, and so the book took flight, left the Church's treasury and was gone. Like the winds of Mondstadt, and like the people of Mondstadt, it belonged to freedom and the winds. The elegant handwriting on the title page reads:

Children of the Anemo Archon, heed these words:

From the winds we have come, and with the winds we shall go.

Never, ever grieve for me.

'Tis but my flesh and bones which rest in the soil:

My soul has become one with the thousand winds.

When flowers bloom, when leaves sway,

That is me who sings the songs of freedom, of the winds.

Lost Prayer to the Sacred Winds: Scriptures of the ancient winds, passed from generation to generation among the observers of ritual in service of the Anemo Archon.

VII. The Skyward Atlas consists of 100,000 odes to a single cloud or wind and calling it by name. The cloud atlas gave form to the winds, and odes infused them with personality. The myriad formless winds are now friends and family in the eyes of Barbatos. Legends tell that in ancient times, Barbatos summoned the four winds with the original version. He thawed the snow, drove away vicious beasts, summoned rainfall, and created Mondstadt.He permitted the atlas to be shared and copied among the people, giving it the name of Cloud Atlas.

Skyward Atlas

VIII. In the days of the ruling aristocracy, the Church that revered the Anemo Archon was once split in twain by a schism: On one side stood the clergy, who ate at the lords' table, and overturned the archon's statues with them even as they wrote songs and hymns of praise. On the other stood the saints, who held no clerical office, and who walked the streets, the wine cellars, and the world beyond the walls. These saints drank cheap moonshine, blessing the slave and the plebeian with the original holy manuscripts that circulated amongst the people and with words that the wind brought to them.

And while they did so, they penned forbidden songs and poetry.

When the gladiator from a foreign land [Vennessa] arose together with the re-awakened Anemo Archon and raised the banner of rebellion, the aged saint known as the Nameless Shepherd mobilized the true adherents of the Church of Favonius.

Song of Broken Pines

IX. When he opened his eyes, he was in the sky above a mountain swept by roaring snowstorms, the green, tranquil land had already been painted crimson by fire and blood,and the song of that sky-blue bard's lyre was almost drowned in the howling tumult,and that bejeweled, lovely dragon, like a tender lover, had now pierced his neck through with its sharp fangs.

"Farewell, Mother! My journey is ended. I shall sleep beneath this white, shining silver... and perhaps this, too, is good. Farewell, O lovely bard! And farewell, O lovely dragon! Would that we had met in a different time and place, to meet, to sing and dance together!"

So he thought most sincerely as he lay dying.

Durin (Dragonspine Spear)

X. They say that a region's character follows that of its archon, and that this holds true both for the people and the land itself, but was it the unfettered archon who bestowed a love of freedom and wine upon the land and people amidst conflict? Or was it the people who nurtured the Anemo Archon's love of freedom as they pined for it amid the howling wind and frost?

This is a question that can no longer be answered.

Freedom Sworn

XI. Twenty-six hundred years ago was the era of Mondstadt's most ancient inhabitants. They swore a solemn oath, after the new Anemo Archon descended and reformed the world:

"For Mondstadt, as always. For the verdant plains, for the hills, and for the forests of Mondstadt. May they continue to flourish, as always."

"For Mondstadt, as always. For the everlasting freedom of Mondstadt from the blizzard and the tyrant, whose coldness and oppression are one and the same."

Royal Longsword (Refers to Gunnhildr Clan & the oath to protect Mondstadt.)

XII. Ludi Harpastum

Ludi Harpastum was established in commemoration of how Barbatos, the Anemo Archon, taught his people to brew wine and live freely. It was a festival meant for all people to enjoy. However, by the time of Vennessa's rebellion a thousand years before Genshin Impact's main story, Barbatos had long departed to avoid becoming a tyrant like his predecessor, while the aristocracy that ruled Mondstadt grew corrupt and abused their power.

The event turned into a mockery of what it originally was. It became an event enjoyed only by the wealthy elites. The head of the Lawrence Clan, the foremost clan among the aristocracy, cared not for the enjoyment of the people and canceled all the games, leaving only the climax of the harpastum. However, only Lord Lawrence's son, Barca Lawrence, had the right to touch that harpastum. Anyone else who dared even approach the ball would immediately face torture. Furthermore, Barca was also given the rights to take the maiden who will throw the harpastum home.

Barbatos awakens during the climax of the Ludi Harpastum in the manga and seizes the Harpastum.

Genshin Impact Manga

XIII. The Letter in the Chasm

Not as if I were to be outfitted as that guardian of Khaenri’ah,

Not as if my destructive self were made to be the lyre of Barbatos,

Not as if I were meant to soar like a Pegasus,

Not if I were the swift, snow-white pair of Morphes,

Add these to the feather-footed and the winged,

And likewise, call for the swiftness of the winds,

And though you should harness these, friend, and offer them to me,

Yet I should be tired to the bone, and worn away by frequent faintness,

My friend, while I would search for you,

The heavens fall to pieces,

And falsehoods collapse.

Mysterious Letter obtainable after completing The Chasm related Archon Quest(s) & World Quests (Information gathered by CatWithBlueHat)

It is important to note that each player who finished these quests only received one line of this letter in Abyssal Language, indicating this is a bigger part of something and made to be very secretive and hard to decipher if not for the efforts of players to translate it.

XIV. The Hexenzirkel

“Once upon a time, it even challenged the Anemo Archon himself, but he replied: “Let us make music, not war, and resolve our conflicts through song.”

Alice, The Mage’s Tea Party (Windblume’s Breath)

XV. Waterborne Poetry

“A soft breeze beckoned me unto a spring. “Sleep, weary wanderer. Your journey is over. May the dancing petals sweeten your slumber.”

Callirhoe, who recalled her journey to Springvale (Waterborne Poetry event)

XVI. Presence as a significant figure to Xiao

He longs for a day to come when he will wear the mask and dance — not to conquer demons, but to the tune of that flute amid a sea of flowers.

Barbatos appears as a cameo in Yakshas: The Guardian Adepti, playing the Dihua Flute. It suggests his music is powerful enough to suppress Xiao’s Karmic Debt. He also has a line for Barbatos indicaing he knows who he is, but cuts himself off.

Yakshas: The Guardian Adepti & Xiao: Mask (Namecard)

Other things to note:

As of Version 4.3 Mondstadt is the only nation that does not suffer from any “filth” that needs to be purged either by a Sacred Tree or otherwise. The battle that took place 500 years ago with Durin did not affect the nation in any way, instead, Durin died on Dragonspine which was already affected by the Skyfrost Nail and is an inhabited land that only Adventurers see as an area to explore. No one lives there. Even with the presence of his “heart”/”core” still beating, it would forever lie in the frozen wasteland unless someone were to deliberately disrupt it.

There are no storms in Mondstadt. Vind, one of the Sisters/Storm Watchers, says that she hopes she never has to do her job.

A large amount of npc’s around Mondstadt, especially in the area of the Anemo Archon statue, revere Barbatos and speak highly of him

It is important to note that during the second rebellion, Barbatos also forged Rex Lapis’ signature to dismantle the Aristocracy, indicating he would go to such lengths to establish freedom for the nation.

Barbatos’ voiceline about Albedo suggests that he knows close to “everything” about him, especially about his fear of “destroying Mondstadt.”

In addition to the above, Barbatos contradicts himself: “Ah, never mind! What goes on within Mondstadt's walls is up to Mondstadt's people to deal with!” Except that twice when the people cried out for help, he awoke to help them and has actively been helping Mondstadt with no recognition. From liberating Mondstadt to helping an Oceanid, this line will not hold any weight in any argument that suggests that Barbatos does nothing for Mondstadt.

Barbatos was already attempting to purge the Abyssal corruption from Dvalin prior to the Traveler’s appearance.

There is irony in Diluc and Jean finding out Barbatos’ true identity considering both the Ragnvindr’s and the Gunnhildr’s were primary protectors of Mondstadt.

The Skyward Atlas suggests Barbatos was originally a catalyst user while Amos’ Bow suggests he changed his weapon to a bow to honor Amos’ memory. He uses Der Frühling (E Skill) in a way a catalyst user might.

His appearance as his dear friend, the Nameless Bard is to honor his memory for the skies, bright sun and birds he could never see. To honor the songs he could no longer play.

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catholic-character-tournament · 10 months

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Round 5 - Catholic Character Tournament

Propaganda below ⬇️

Pope Pinion IV (Cars)

HELLO. IT IS I. THE GREAT AND ALMIGHTY ITALIAN TOURNEY. PLEASEPLEASE PUT HIM IN THERE WAS SO MUCH POPE DISCOURSE ON MY ACC AND HE WAS SOLOED IN THE FIRST ROUND BY LUIGI😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 PLEASE AVENGE HIMMMM

The existence of Catholicism in the Cars universe implies that there was (or at least there was believed to be) a car Jesus who died for the cars’ sins, and I for one would like to see how a car gets crucified or sins. I guess the blood/wine here would be gasoline, but what would the body/bread be? How did they sit at the last supper? What is the layout of car church? How does a car build a church? Do other human religions exist in the cars universe? How does a goddess with the body of a human and the head of a cat translate to a car? Do Buddhist cars rein-car-nate? Do cars have souls?

he lost the italian character tournament, he will win here

Harrowhark

I'm pretty sure you've already got plenty of submissions for her so I'll just say she was raised in what is basically a cult (technically a nunnery but let's be real) dedicated to keeping the body of the thing that will kill God behind the rock. One of their prayers is actually "I pray the rock is never rolled away". Harrow is extremely devout as penance for her earlier heretical actions in the tomb as a child (spoiler!) so the Catholic guilt really comes through

imagine being a catholic nun and you meet god, but it turns out he’s a twitch streamer from new zealand who became god because everything got a little bit out of hand. and just before you met him you gave yourself a diy grief-fuelled lobotomy with the help of your best frenemy. imagine how insane you’d be. now multiply that insanity by nine. that’s the fictional love of my life right there.

she meets god. she’s not inspired

she’s number one practitioner of space Catholicism. The locked tomb is chock full of Christian (catholic) imagery themes metaphors etc. just look at her she’s got a bone rosary

They're Catholicism with extra bones. Everyone is a nun. They have what is basically a rosary made from knuckle bones. They technically worship the same God as everyone else, but they're waaaay more focused on The Body in the Tomb (Mary) and we get a moment where we find out that while everyone else prays the equivilent of The Lords Prayer, they're doing the equivilent of Hail Mary. And they paint their faces with skulls.

She thinks leaving dry bread in a drawer is taking care of someone. She's in love with a 10,000 year old corpse (the same one they worship). She spent ALL NIGHT digging with her bare hands to make sure a field had bones every 5 feet so she could fight her girlfriend - I mean, greatest enemy. Spoiler territory: She's been puppeting her parents corpses since she was 8 years old. Instead of grieving her dead girlfriend, she gives herself a lobotomy. She makes soup with bone in it so she can use the bone IN THEIR STOMACH to try and kill them.

The author is/was Catholic and the entire series had heavy Catholic overtones. https://www.tor.com/2020/08/19/gideon-the-ninth-young-pope-and-the-new-pope-are-building-a-queer-catholic-speculative-fiction-canon/ A good breakdown of how it's Catholic

Anti-propaganda (spoilers)

I love the Locked Tomb series but Harrowhark has daddy issues with God, had a childhood crush on God's cryogenic partner, and is in love with God's daughter, not to mention that she's essentially a bone-bender. The religion on her home planet exists in a way that is technically against the will of the canon in-universe God, even. All of this to say, Harrowhark is heretical at minimum if not an outright witch. Terrible Catholic. Burn her.

#cct polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr polls #cars #pope pinion iv #pixar #pixar cars #r5 #polls #harrowhawk #harrowhark nonasigmus #tlt #the locked tomb

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yelenasdiary · 8 months

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ive got an angst request! reader grew up with yelena in the red room and they were inseperable, and ruthless assassin partners and have always been there for each other but after they graduated, yelena went on to become a subjugated widow while the reader was sold by dreykov to hydra to train with bucky to become a winter soldier, and she gets the super soldier serum. years pass and she escapes, becoming an avenger but she eventually goes on the run after the accords and meets back up with yelena and nat during black widow and helps them take down the red room. even more time passes and yelena and reader become girlfriends and even better partners than they were before but then she survives the blip while yelena is dusted and theres a bunch of angst as natasha tries to pull her basically sis in law out of a slump as they both grieve yelena together but when given the chance to bring everyone back, reader ends up being the one to take on thanos in the end and slight of hands the stones off of him and snaps to destroy him and his armies. it ends with nat comforting yelena as they sit at readers grave. ive got a fun idea for part 2 if your interested in reader somehow surviving the whole thing but still having faked her death.

It Was Always The Plan

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Fem! Super Solider! Reader

Summary: After losing your girlfriend to the blip, you struggled to cope. Natasha lends a helping hand while you plan to take down the superhuman who took her away from you.

AC: Thank you for sending this & in great background detail!! It’s unknown (well to me anyways) if Alexei and Melina survived the blip so I’ve added a little extra detail, I hope you enjoy this x As for a part 2, I’m not sure if we’ll do one but we’ll see.

Year 1 -

Natasha placed a mug of hot coco in front of you before she took a seat across from you. It's been a struggle, but she finally managed to get you out of bed, even if it was just to sit at the table and have a hot drink with her. A few months ago, you lost your girlfriend, Yelena, to the blip. At first you didn't think she was turned into tiny pieces of dust, given that she was on a mission at the time, and you just assumed she would contact you when she was safe. But when Natasha tracked down Yelena's last whereabouts, it became clear that the blonde was gone, just like half the population.

Since Natasha told you what you feared, things have been dark and cold. Life just didn't seem enjoyable. You missed Yelena, deeply. But under the grief, you were angry and wanted nothing more than to destroy the one person who took the best part of you away, Thanos.

"Is there any plans yet?" you looked up at Natasha, a question you'd ask her once a week and every answer was the same, "No" she replied softly with a light shake of her head. Every no that left her lips made your heart break once more. You tried to be mindful that Natasha was also hurting, losing her sister isn't easy but it was clear that Natasha was dealing with the grief in her own way.

Every day she'd come by your room and check in on you, encourage you to come to team meetings, go for a walk or just simply come join her downstairs for a hot drink as you are right now. There were times where you allowed yourself to break down into tears while Natasha comforted you, something next to nobody has ever seen from you besides Yelena.

Year 2 –

As time went on, things didn't exactly get easier, but you learnt to cope with it in different ways. Natasha was the one who really pulled you out of the darkness of your room and continued to keep an eye on you which in many ways helped you both grow closer in more of a sister-in-law way and you almost felt like Yelena was still here.

You trained daily in the gym, attended team meetings, went on small missions when needed but in your own free time was when you found yourself trying to find ways to reverse Thanos's snap. Whenever you came up with something that you thought might be useful it always led to a dead end, and you were back to square one.

You also continued the work Yelena was doing with Melina before the blip, saving other widows. With the blip, it made it harder to track down some widows as they were also blipped but those who you and Melina could save brought some comfort and you only hoped that when (and if) Yelena would come home, she'd be glad that others were saved during this hard time.

Year 3 –

By now, dealing with loosing Yelena and the others was leaving the emptiness within your heart even deeper and for most, life when on. Mission came and went, Widows were still being saved from Dreykov's control even though he was dead, and the world moved on, like human nature.

Each night you found yourself seeing Yelena in your dreams or remembering good times you had with her. Memories from Red Room to meeting up with her again after years, you could still feel the way she kissed you before she left for a mission and the way you loved having her fall asleep in your arms. She made you feel like the world was in your hands, just the two of you in this world that almost made no sense to either of you.

You missed the way Yelena would tease you for almost everything, only for you to tease her back. You missed everything about her that eventually you'd fall asleep with tears rolling down your cheeks just wishing she'd walk through that door and apologise for being away for so long. You thought about how she'd tell you that her mission when wrong and she was taken and finally was able to escape or that she was out at sea and couldn't contact you.

But every scenario you played out in your head made you feel stupid for thinking that Yelena would let you and her family go this long without hearing from her.

Year 4 –

"You hit training pretty hard today, are you okay?" Natasha asked as you entered the compounds kitchen drenched in sweat. You nodded and smiled softly, "just making sure I'm ready" you replied before grabbing a cold bottle of water.

"Ready for what?" Natasha questioned.

"You know, for when we finally find Thanos and bring them home" you explained with confidence which only grew to Natasha's endless worries on you. Each day you showed that you were okay with how things were, that you were finding a way to cope but just like everybody around you, nobody was okay, not truly.

Everybody was doing something to try and fix things.

----

When you saw Scott rushing to Natasha's office you felt something that felt like it was slipping away, hope. The look on Natasha's face when she came to see you hours later only confirmed what you and everybody else had been hoping for.

"We have a plan" Natasha looked at you with a soft smile, a sparkle of hope in her eyes made you smile, "let's bring her home" you replied.

The only thing on your mind when it came to fighting the superhuman who took away your true happiness and the rest of your loved ones, was them. Nothing else mattered to you but making sure Thanos would pay and you were determined to make sure he knew that he messed with the wrong team of Avengers.

You'd been training yourself up for this, taking the gauntlet from the purple enemy knowing exactly what you were going to do next.

"Time's up big boy" you smirked as Thanos turned around an faced you, his gauntlet on your hand boiled his blood. "You don't understand!" he spat. "No, you don't understand! You took the one person I love more than anything from me! You took my friends and family! There's no forgiveness for that in my books!" You looked him directly into his eyes, raising your hand up slightly.

"Y/N! NO!" Natasha yelled as she ran towards you, "that wasn't the plan!" she added as you looked to her.

"This was always the plan, Nat" you smiled softly. "I know you'll take care of her" you added before your eyes looked back at Thanos and snapped your fingers together without a second thought other than knowing Yelena and the others would finally be coming home.

----

Every single day since Natasha brought her to your grave, Yelena would visit you. She'd bring some of your favorite snacks and just sit with you until she felt okay again. Natasha was never too far, always ready to be a shoulder for her sister to cry on.

"You idiot" Yelena shook her head as she placed a kiss on your gravestone, "you were supposed to be here, waiting. Not like this" she added.

Most interactions started off like this, first Yelena would show anger and hurt but soon it would change to how much she misses you and talking to you about the things she wants to do to keep your memory alive, letting you know that she'll never let anybody forget who saved the world. Then Natasha would come sit with her before the two of them shared their favorite memories with you.

It would take some time for Yelena to adjust, like you did. But she knew she had everybody she needed around her, even you and Natasha would be the one to make sure that Yelena would never forget about you, not that she ever would.

#yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel #fanfiction #black widow

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rollingsins · 1 year

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all hers part vii

summary: Tara hasn’t fucked you in days. When you make a scene in front of her friends, you get what’s coming to you.

warnings: (+18) smut. strap-ons, rough sex, spanking, possessive!tara with some aftercare. ghostface!tara

word count: 2.9k

a/n: for all my horny babes out there who wanted some rough gf!tara sex. thanks for all your asks and comments, let me know what you want to see next!!

You’re bored. Tara’s friends are boring.

It’s the fifth night this week they’ve been over.

It made sense, you guess. Since Amber’s murder they’d been a little clingier than usual. They’d lost one of their own, it checked out they would want to grieve as a pack.

But five nights in a row. You were losing your sanity.

Wes brought the video games, Mindy the alcohol, Chad the weed. Liv brought herself.

They’d park up in Tara’s living room, stay until two or three in the morning.

They’d completely interrupted you and Tara’s perfect routine; gone were the sleepy nights on the couch curled up into each other. Gone were Tara’s romantic meals, the bubble baths, making out in front of the fireplace. Instead, you sat on a couch wedged between Chad and Liv, competing with an Xbox for your girlfriend’s attention. The worst part was, Tara didn’t seem to mind.

“Mario kart?” Chad suggests. It’s late, almost eleven.

You’d kind of hoped they'd get bored and go home, especially since the last of the weed had been smoked and Mindy had forgotten to buy beer.

Desperately you willed Tara to tell them to go.

“Sure.” She says instead. Reaches over you to grab one of the controllers, “Hope you’re ready to get your ass whipped.”

You sink back into the couch.

Perfect.

The weed made Tara mellow a little. She got sleepy and by the time the two of you went to bed she was definitely too tired for sex. It made you a little antsy. Usually Tara couldn’t get enough of you. It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to fuck every night. You haven’t had sex with her in over a week and it’s killing you.

You feel on edge. Press your hand to the small of Tara’s back, just wanting to touch her. Usually, she was all over you. Not tonight. She’s too captivated by Wes’ stupid video game. Both hands gripping the controller tight. You hate this. She’s made you jealous of an inanimate object.

“You suck at this.” Chad tells her as he laps her.

You rub Tara’s back. Slip your hand under her shirt, absent-mindedly. You miss her. The warmth of her skin. She retracts herself slightly, turning to shoot you a look.

“Baby.” Tara says, frowning, “I’m trying to win.”

Hurt swells in your chest. She’s competitive, you know that. Still, the rejection makes your heart clench painfully. You withdraw your hand.

“I’m going to shower.” You mumble, more to yourself than anyone else.

She hums in response. Her eyes don’t leave the television.

The shower doesn’t help. Your body feels tight. You close your eyes, try to relax. Drift your hand down, touch yourself. You rub circles on your clit, picture Tara. Her smile, her lips. Imagine her on top of you, her weight. The tiny noises she makes as she fucks you. It almost works. You bring yourself to the edge. Furrow your brow.

Sigh. It isn’t enough. You don’t want the thought of her, you want the real thing.

You finish up, dry yourself off. Maybe you’ll just go to bed. The idea of going back downstairs and watching Tara play video games for another two hours sounds like hell. You slip into a tank top, don’t bother with a bra. Slip on a pair of tiny, black panties. Catch the look of yourself in the mirror. You look hot. Fuckable. You bite your lip, tingle running through you. All you want is for Tara to come upstairs and press you into the mattress.

You might know how to get it.

They’re still playing when you walk downstairs. Your stomach flips, knowing exactly what’s about to go down. She’s going to be furious with you. If anything’s going to get her away from that stupid video game this is it.

You feel the entire room freeze as you walk back into it. Chad and Wes stare. Even Liv looks up from her phone. No one’s looking at the screen anymore. Tara looks up at you. Blinks once. Then twice.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She asks. There isn’t too much heat in her voice, not yet. Almost pure disbelief.

You shrug. Hop down on the couch next to her. “Just getting ready for bed. Who’s winning?”

The television blares. The controllers abandoned. Wes scratches his head, looks away from you, blush rising on his cheeks. Like a moth to a flame, Chad’s eyes flicker down to your chest. But you’re not watching them. Your eyes are on your girlfriend.

She’s livid. You can almost seem the steam coming out of her ears as she stares at you. She’s shuffling out of her own jacket, trying to wrap it around your shoulders. Your top is see-through, your panties barely cover you. You know you’re putting on a show. You’re past caring. You want these people out. If you have to get naked to do so, so be it.

“Put this on.” Tara orders. She tries to pull the jacket around your shoulders. You shuffle away from her, defiant.

“No. I’m not cold.”

Her brown eyes blaze. If looks could kill, you’d be six feet under. Wes stands. Awkwardly runs his hands through his bleach blonde hair.

“We should go.” He suggests.

“Maybe we should stay.” Chad suggests, an eyebrow raised. Liv whacks him.

“Or go.” He declares standing up, a little hasty, “Bye Tara. Good luck, YN.”

They filter out one by one.

Tara doesn’t take her eyes off you. You can feel the tension radiating off her. Quiet fury, the scariest kind. You’ve never pushed her like this before, your stomach thrums with the thought of what she might do. Bend you over the couch, maybe? Throw you on the floor, or spread you out on the dining room table? You feel yourself get hot at the thought.

When the front door clicks shut, all hell breaks loose. She stands, the controllers clatter to the floor.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Tara hisses, “Parading yourself in front of all my friends dressed like that.”

“I was hoping one of them would fuck me.” You say. “Since you have no interest in doing it yourself, apparently.”

It’s a dangerous game you’re playing. Her eyes darken. You don’t care, you’re angry too. Frustrated. You miss her. You just want her to claim you.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” You say. “I wanted one of them to fuck me. Maybe Chad. He’s kind of cute. Hell, Wes too, why not? Maybe they’d take turns. You can play your stupid little video-game and watch.”

That does it. Her eyes flash. She swallows, hard. Clenches her jaw.

“Get upstairs.” She says, voice low, dangerous. “Now.”

You don’t have to be told twice. You practically leap off the couch. She’s following, heavy foreboding footsteps behind you. By the time you get to the bedroom, your heart is racing. She slams the door behind her, tears off her jeans. You watch as she reaches into the top drawer of the bedside cabinet.

You don’t bother to undress. Making her angry is turning you on. She hasn’t fucked you in days. Your body craves it, craves her. You want her to remember what’s hers. You want to see how far you can take it. She pulls off the rest of her clothes, tightens the strap-on around her waist. Your mouth waters at the sight.

“Take off your clothes.” She orders as she tightens the strap around her waist.

“No.”

She looks up at you. You don’t often defy her when she’s like this. You were like putty in her hand most nights. It’s almost fun to watch the look in her eyes as you challenge her.

“Take off your clothes.” She tries once more.

“Make me.”

She blinks back at you. Your stomach flips as you watch her. She steps towards you, hands rough as she grabs at the base of your tiny tank top, ripping it clean off.

“Come here.”

She tugs you to her, rough. A flurry of movement as she settles herself onto the edge of the bed, her hands tight around your waist. Then she’s pulling you onto her lap.

“No.” She says as you try to wrap your arms around her neck and kiss her, “Face down. Now.”

She pushes your head down, hard. Lays you flat across her lap, ass up.

Her hands are soft, softer than they should be as they brush the fabric of your panties.

“Don’t you ever do that again.” She says. She’s serious, stern. “Don’t you ever show yourself off like that.”

Then she smacks your backside. Hard.

You gasp.

The sting sends a rush through your body. She hits you again.

“Is this what you wanted?” She growls. Hits your ass once more. “You wanted to be over my lap like this? You wanted to be punished?”

“Yes.” You gasp out. Arousal pulses through you.

She tugs your panties down your legs and smacks you again. The sound of her palm hitting your bare skin echoes through the room.

Your cheeks flush red.

“You’re mine. I’m the only person who gets to see you like that. I’m the only person that gets to fuck you. Say it.”

You bite your tongue. She smacks you so hard you whimper.

“Say it.”

“You’re the only one who gets to fuck me.” You say.

“And?”

“I’m yours.”

She continues her assault. Lands smack after smack to your reddening skin. By the time she’s done you’re gasping, pussy dripping wet, ass beet red.

You almost moan the moment you feel her relax, hands smoothing over the red skin. Her other hand is in your hair, stroking, almost soft before she grabs a fistful and tugs your head back.

“Get on your back and spread your legs. Now.”

You clamber off her. Do as you’re told this time. She’s spanked the defiance out of you. You’re so wet you can feel it dripping down your thighs, you need to her fuck you. More than you’ve ever need it before.

Your body pulses as you spread your legs wide for her.

She’s on you in an instant. Tugging your hips to her, settling between her legs. She doesn’t bother with foreplay. No doubt she can see how pathetically turned on you are. You feel the dildo at your entrance, then she’s sinking into you for the first time in days. You almost orgasm right there on the spot. You moan, grab for her, trying to pull her down. You want to kiss her. She slaps your hands away, grabs them and holds them high above your head.

In your euphoria, you’d briefly forgotten how angry she was.

“You told me you wanted to get fucked, so I’m going to fuck you.” She growls. Her eyes are black, the way they got only when she was like this. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. I’m going to fuck you so hard the neighbors will hear you scream.”

She drives her hips into you, hard. You cry out; it sends shockwaves through your entire body. She slams into you once more, her thrusts deep, hard. Merciless. She doesn’t let up. Doesn’t allow you time to get used to the length of her cock as she pounds it into you. You don’t care, you like the burn. This is all you’d wanted. Tara, your Tara, wild over you, possessive, rough. Taking what’s hers.

And then she’s fucking you so hard you can barely form a coherent thought.

Her hands snake tight around your throat, choking you just hard enough you start to get light-headed. She’s grunting, the force of her entire weight behind her thrusts builds you so quickly to the edge.

“Fuck.” You gasp.

The mattress squeaks, debauched sounds of her skin slapping into yours as she pounds into you.

“Fuck.” She’s gasping too. She removes her hands from your throat and grips your hips so hard her fingers turn white.

“Who do you belong to?” She’s asking, but you can barely hear her over the blood pounding in your ears. The feeling of her cock rocketing up into you, splitting you open has encompassed every sense you have.

Her fingers grab your cheeks, forcing you to look at her.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You. I belong to you.” You gasp out. She grabs your hips, speeds up her pace.

“Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You.”

“That’s right.” She growls. Her hands are back around your neck, squeezing. “You’re mine. Your pussy is mine. These are mine.”

She grabs your breasts, flicks your nipples with her fingers. Her hips don’t stop moving. You can’t take much more, you feel your stomach coiling.

“Every part of you belongs to me. Don’t you ever show yourself off again. To anyone. Do you understand me?”

You’re nodding wildly. Half-lidded eyes. At that she seems satisfied. She reaches down between your bodies and circles your clit.

You cum. Hard. White light flashes behind your eyelids, every part of your body feels like it’s on fire. Your pussy throbs around her. The low cry you let out sounds almost inhuman.

She doesn’t relent. Pounds you through your orgasm. Her thrusts are angry, hard. Unforgiving. You tremble beneath her, heart almost beating out of your chest. She thrusts into you once more, then she’s sliding out of you, propping herself on her knees.

“Turn over.” She growls.

Your pussy aches, the orgasm almost too much. You feel light-headed, sensitive. You grip at her forearm.

“Baby-“

“I’m not done with you. Turn over.”

You don’t dare disobey her. Your pussy throbs, your ass stings from the force of her hands. You clamber onto your hands and knees. She’s lining herself up again, sinking into you without any warning. You grunt as she pushes you face down into the mattress, her cock sinking all the way inside.

She pushes your head down into the mattress.

You feel each thrust. Your body is starting to feel it now, the way she’s been manhandling you. She lands another smack to your bright red cheeks and you almost cry out from the pain. But then she tilts her hips in such a way that you’re gasping her name out into the pillow.

You can feel another orgasm building.

She’s grunting. Her hands are around your thighs, tilting her hips so she can get as deep as possible. She hits the right spot once, then twice, then you’re moaning loudly into the pillow as your orgasm overtakes you. You feel her hips jerk, nails digging into your skin as she cums too.

You’re quivering when she pulls out. You barely feel her slip out of the strap-on and nestle down beside you. Your heartbeat is in your ears. Your entire body aches.

You shake as you feel her hands on your back, trying to pull you into her.

“Come here.” Tara says. She tugs you into her chest and wraps you in her arms. She presses a long kiss to your forehead. You shiver.

“Good girl.” She says. The anger is gone. She strokes a protective hand over your back. “Are you okay?”

You nod into her chest. Angry red hand marks bloom on your hips, your ass cheeks still red from when she’d put you over her knee. Your pussy aches, but in a good kind of way. The kind it always did when she made you hers like this.

Her hands skim over your bare skin, rubbing, apologetic. She presses another kiss to the top of your head.

“You need to never do that again.” She warns, circling a protective arm around you. “I’m serious, baby. You know what it does to me.”

You do know. You know she’s killed people for just talking about wanting you. You’d put all of her friends in danger tonight. More than than, you’d awakened that part of her she was trying so desperately to shelve for you. You press a kiss to her chest, trying to steady her beating heart.

“I know.” You murmur, “I’m sorry. I just wanted you to pay attention to me.”

It sounds so childish when you say it like that.

She looks at you for a long moment.

“I’m sorry, baby-girl.” She says, “I’ve been neglecting you.”

For the first time all night, she leans down and kisses you softly.

“You’re my whole world. You know that.” She says, strokes her finger over your cheek. You look up into her eyes. The black is gone, replaced by her soft brown irises.

“I know.” You say. Bury your face into her chest. This was all you wanted. Just you and her, the way it should be.

“I’m sorry too.” You murmur into her skin. “I don’t want Wes or Chad, I don’t even know why I said that. I’d rather die than be with someone that isn’t you.”

She likes that. You can tell by the way she curls her hand into the base of your neck, protectively. You yawn, a little sleepy.

“School’s going to be hell tomorrow.” You say, remembering the show you’d put on.

“We’re not going to school tomorrow.” Tara says. She rubs a lazy hand down your bare back, “We’re going to sleep in, and then I’m going to make you pancakes.” She presses a heavy kiss to the top of your head. “And then I’m going to make you cum for every day I didn’t last week.”

That does sound appealing. Your stomach flips. You press your lips to her chest.

“Love you.” You mumble into her skin.

“Love you too.”

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#ghostface!tara #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x yn #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #mine #fanfiction #ah #scream #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x fem reader

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moondrop-writes · 1 year

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Child of Dionysus grieving after Castor’s death and maybe people around camp start to get really worried cause she’s like barely leaving her cabin and so Mr D kinda helps her through it cause he can tell she’s taking it really hard?

hi!! ive been an absolute bitch abt responding to asks so i am so sorry abt that 😭 i’ve been so busy w/ things but everything i’m doing should settle within the next few weeks and i’ll probably get back to being consistent. tysm everyone for your patience <3

The battle was settled, but it certainly didn’t feel like it. The air was still heavy with grief and bloodshed, and everyone’s nerves seemed to be frayed. They’d won. They should’ve been celebrating. But there was nothing joyous in partying when your siblings and family had died.

The Dionysus cabin was small, especially considering that Dionysus had only been freed of his punishment twice. Once, when he met your mother. And the other time, when he met your brothers mother.

Castor, despite the small quantity of the cabin, managed to be the glue of the three of you. While you and Pastor were the more mellow and quiet of the siblings, Castor certainly was not. His smile could light up a room, and he always knew the right thing to say.

Castor and Pollux were twins, both younger than you. Even if you weren’t related by blood, they were still your brothers. They still managed to pull this protective older sibling feel out of you.

It was bad enough when Pollux had nearly lost an arm one time but now? You weren’t sure if you were ever going to be okay again.

Castor’s death felt like a hole inside you. It was as if somebody took your heart and tore out the stem that held all memories of your little brother. He was always in your thoughts, never did a day pass where you didn’t think of him, but he was taken from you.

Children shouldn’t fight wars, you had told your father that much. You refused to let Castor and Pollux fight, but they were boys of honor. In their eyes, if they didn’t fight in Dionysus’ honor, it was disrespectful. It was something that you wished many times you could smack out of them.

Being honorbound was not a good thing.

You couldn’t imagine how Pollux felt, his twin, his other half stolen from him. But you knew very well how you felt. There was a deep ache in you, that would never be satisfied.

Curled up against the headboard of your bed, you stared at the walls, watching the wilted vines and leaves. Once they had shined, just like Castor but now they were dull. You knew they were meant to reflect the mood of those in the cabin, but even then, they couldn’t capture the utter anguish you felt.

Sunlight filtered in through the curtains, spilling rays over your face and your bedsheets. You were wearing old clothes, stained with tears and food, and your hair was tangled. A knot had formed in your throat, preventing you from making any sound other than soft cries.

The door to the cabin creaked open, and you slowly shifted your head to see your father. He was dressed in his finest suit, no doubt prepared for a meeting with the council. He sighed when he caught sight of you, and walked further into the cabin.

“This place is dreary,” he comments, placing his hands on your bedposts. You stared at him, eyebrows furrowed and your lashline red.

When you don’t reply, he only shakes his head and purses his lips.

“I know…I know you miss him,” he whispers thickly, “more than anything. I miss him too, Y/N, and so does Pollux.”

He walks around the bed, and sits next to you. The bed dips, and he gently tugs you against his side. You rest your cheek against his shoulder, feeling that knot in your throat tighten before beginning to break up.

“But…Pollux and I miss you too.”

“What?” you croak, voice breaking.

He cups your cheek, tilting your head up so your eyes could meet. When your eyes begin to bubble over with tears, and he rests his chin on your head.

“You’re gone, Y/N. We can’t reach you, and it’s like we’re talking to a ghost. Pollux and I…we’re trying to move on and you’ve got to as well.”

You sob wetly into his suit jacket. “I can’t—he’s g-gone and there’s nothing I could’ve done—“

“Shhh, baby, don’t cry.”

“I’m trying so hard, Papa—“ you cut yourself off with a whimper, choking on your own gasps.

He runs his hand through your greasy tangled mess of hair, and doesn’t care when his fingers get caught. “You need to take care of yourself,” he says, “you can grieve without hurting yourself like this.”

You cry, and cry, and cry. You cry until your nose is running and your eyes are swollen. You cry until your throat burns. You cry because you had spent so long missing your little brother, feeling so much pain and hurt and yet being unable to get any of it out. And now you can, and you cant stop.

And Dionysus holds you through all of it. He whispers soft nothings into your ear and his warmth enveloping you. His fingers are in your hair, on your cheeks, rubbing your back. It’s his sweet attempt at comfort, and you never want to let go of it.

You never want to let go of him, or Pollux or even Castor. But you know, if you let go of yourself, you’re letting go of the people you care about just as much.

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