#reblog to make alex immortal
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ALEX.,,
Just in case you've never heard it and subsequently don't know what a Wild choice this is:
#sometimes the classy Car era suits n sunglasses trick me and i forget hes a batshit crazy insane garbage girlie at heart#alex turner#i unironically agree with his take on the lyrics but it should be known large chunks of this song are just:#“it would be awesome if we could dance”#thinking about this playing at his funeral made me sad though because it is actually so Him to choose this song#hes weird and i love him#reblog to make alex immortal#arctic monkeys#songs stuck in my head now#Spotify
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Everything Right/Wrong with Ninjago “Rebooted” E2: The Art of the Silent Fist
Disclaimers: Show owned by LEGO. This is not a professional review/critique - it’s mainly intended for comedy!
Make sure to reblog, comment, and like, and tell me your thoughts!
- Theme ✅
- How convenient for the animators that Wu’s memories are all in third person ❌
- “No robots…” Lloyd forgets that Zane isn’t dead… yet. ❌
- Where did Nya get a green suit for Lloyd? ❌
- “There’s a reason [Wu’s] lived as long as he has.” Yeah, because he’s part of nearly every mythical, immortal creature in the book. There’s so many different forms of magical DNA in this guy that, frankly, I’m surprised he isn’t radioactive ❌
- “You guys go ahead. I will stay back and watch [the blades].” Wow, they didn’t even try to argue with him, huh? The DISRESPECT ❌
- Wait, why does Nya like Cole? We saw that the two were assigned as a perfect match, but we never saw hints of Nya actually liking him and now we’re supposed to believe she’s suddenly in love with both of them? What?? ❌
- “But Cole… Cole is not Jay (positive)…” OOOHHHHHHHHH🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
- Seriously though, this is such an awful line considering Jay is her canon love interest. And don’t say they didn’t know Jaya was gonna be canon because I do not believe there was a second they were actually going to make Cole and Nya a thing ❌
- I’m not even gonna sin them for tweaking Garmadon’s design from the end of last season because this one is objectively better ✅
- “Check out the new Sensei… lookin sharp!” Jay is a Garmadon simp confirmed and I really don’t know if that’s a sin or not anymore
- “SILENCE” *WHACK* Ohoh, I’m gonna like him, aren’t I? ✅
- How did Zane not notice the blades being stolen from in front of him? He clearly wasn’t sleeping, and Pixal later even says she wasn’t built for stealth ❌
- “Pixal? What are you doing?” “Discontinuing an old droid!” D*mn ✅
- Was that even a Pixal scream? It sounded a lot like Nya ❌
- “How about we take her apart to find out!” Jeez Kai calm down. Imagine what the others would say if he wanted to dismember a human ❌
- “Relax, not a weapon!” Then why didn’t they just bring them inside in the first place?!?! ❌
- “These nindroids are so much fas-“ Give me perfectly timed cuts for 400 Alex ✅
- “wouldn’t that mean shutting down Pixal too?” “Don’t tell Zane!” The ninja don’t even seem to consider Pixal as a living entity. They only even take her into account as a reference to Zane, nothing else. You can’t convince me they would be this chill about taking out the power if a human’s life was on the line. Basically what I’m saying is the ninja are racist ❌
- “We are all different, but I do not feel so different around you…”⬇️ ✅
- “Ever since we left I’ve been worried about [the students].” “Oh, Dareth’s looking after them.” Was that supposed to ease Cole’s worries cuz I’m pretty sure it made them worse ❌
- “Ya know, Cole, you don’t get the credit you deserve. You always put others ahead of yourself! I know the other ninja get all the attention but I just want you to know, you’re a good guy.” This is literally just the writers trying to convince us to care about Cole at a point in which such a small amount of the fandom actually did. I love Cole, I always have, but I think anyone who was in the fandom prior to the Wildbrain era can attest to how ignored he was as a character. This went off on a small rant so to clarify, I’m not sinning this because of how underrated Cole used to be (personally I think that’s more the fandom at the time’s fault than the show itself). I’m sinning this because it felt awkward and forced ❌
- “Don’t tell Jay.” Why? There was nothing inherently romantic about that line, or this situation in general, so what is there to not tell Jay? ❌
- “This is where all of Ninjago gets its power.” Zane mansplains something that even Dareth should be able to determine Pixal already knows ❌
- “I will call you Mindroid!” *angry mindroid noises* Worry not, Mindroid. One day we will join together and seek vengeance against all those who mock us with labels like “fun-sized” and “vertically challenged.” We are living versions of the pocket knife - cleverly concealed until the final moments in which we are revealed to deliver the killing blow.
- “Stupid technology!” Kai said, to the glass case ❌
- “oh who cares about probability!” this is character development… I have absolutely no idea where it came from or how Pixal developed but it sure is there ❌
- How unlucky was Pix that she just happened to land on the ONE laser we’ve seen throughout this entire episode? ❌
- *Mindroid breaks into office* “Great! Now they come in fun-sized!” ✅
- “This is no time for a lesson, Kai!” Actually, the climax generally is the time for the lesson, Jay
- The nindroids might have Storm Trooper aim but that doesn’t make it okay for the ninja to dodge in the worst possible way just to show off ❌
- Lloyd - beloved Green Bean - you’re supposed to cup the water in your hands, sweetie… not just stick your whole face in the pond like you’re bobbing for apples… ❌
- “This is why I took an oath of peace!” Why? So you and your son could get mauled by a giant, robotic dragon?? ❌
- Mindroid dies, and although killing him is 100% sinnable by death, this is actually a sin because he appears unscathed later on multiple times ❌
- Why does it take so long for Pixal to lose power? ❌
- “Your mission was important. I was not. I am to assist; I assisted.” The show never acknowledges how tragic this scene is. Well, it does, but only with Pixane, not Pixal as her own character. We constantly get to see glimpses of Pixal’s insecurities, but rarely see them built on or developed. ❌
- The only source of power for ALL of Ninjago is operated by this one tower and no one thought that was a bad idea ❌
- “We are compatible?” “Yes, yes we are.” ✅
- Look, Pixane is my favorite canon ship, but I still hate the way it happened. It was rushed, under-developed, and just didn’t feel right. ❌
- But also, Pixal only has feelings for Zane once it’s obvious that he feels that way about her so… recipromantic Pixal canon? ✅
Sentence: Mindroid coming for your kneecaps
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Bound by Fate (Mini-Series)
- Chapter 2: Hold On
[ Please read Chapter 1 before this ]
🩸With a connection to Choices: Bloodbound
Female MainCharacter: Alexis Clarissa Fontaine
Pairing: F!MC×NikRyder
Summary: A Supernatural War takes place.
Word Count: 1.9K words
Rating: Mature (Major character death)
Warnings: Depression, Angst, Vampires, Ferals, War, Mature Character Death
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Author's note: I'm sorry. Please don't cry 😭
It's been several months since both nighthunters, Nik and Katherine joined the supernatural war in New York caused by the vampires. At least her friend, Kristin Jones who lived in New York was currently staying in California and is safe there. Alex was sitting quietly on the white couch in the livingroom of Nik's apartment. The room was dark, she didn't turned the lights on and sadly stared into the air. Tears welled up in her chocolate-brown eyes because of worry, lonlieness and fear. No message, no phone call, no news, no new updates and no informations regarding the two missing hunters. No matter how much she tried to think about something else, get her mind away by trying out new things or watching TV (which wasn't about the current happenings)... she couldn't stop thinking about Katherine and Nik.
"I miss you.", she silently wispered.
Suddenly the front door of the apartment flew open revealing Garrus, Krom, Ivy, Cal and Vera. The bright light from outside blinding her eyes since she spent a long time in the darkness alone. Quickly her friend, Vera rushed inside, wrapped her into a gentle hug while Alex her eyes slowly adjusted the light. The rest of the friends entering the livingroom too. Cal sat on the other side next to her and gently wrapped his strong arm around her for support.
"Alex, why did you locked yourself up inside Nik's apartment for days? Luckily Garrus has an extra key of Nik's apartment. We're so worried about you. How long we're you sitting in the dark like this? Did you even had sleep at all?", Vera worriedly asked her friend while Krom began to unpack some fresh food which he brought for Alex. Garrus brought a warm blanket from the bedroom to keep her warm and Ivy served her tea.
"I... I... I'm worried about Nik and Katherine... it's been sooo long since we last heard of them. I'm so worried, it's not like them. Ohhhh my poor Nik, has he even eaten something yet? Is he freezing? What if something terrible happened them? What if they're in danger? Nik could be hurt and lying somewhere injured on the ground, because he likes to take risks. Oh, I'm so glad that Nik didn't made me pregnant by accident on our date that night, what would have happened to that poor child? I don't want to end up alone with a child like my mother did, while the father was missing or dead... Nooooooooo... Nooo, Nik!! What... what if he lost his memory, forgot who he is, forgot about me, forgot everything and decides to live in New York to build a new family there?!!!! Noooo, noooo, he can't do this to me, he... Ouch!!", Alex stopped to panick as Ivy slapped her face to calm her down.
"Thanks, Ivy. That slap felt good."
"You're welcome, Alex. No worries. Now stop worrying or making up szenarios that aren't true. Nik and Kate are strong and will take care of themselves. I know it, besides they have three clan leaders of the vampires on their side. Rheya won't win!", she answered, but deep inside Ivy was also scared. Rheya, the very first vampire ever existing... no one wants to mess up with her. No one. If the strong clan leaders were struggling than how much would the two nighthunters handle?
According to the newspaper called Immortal Times which can't be read by humans, delievers important informations and news only to supernatural beeings and those connected with the supernatural world in New Orleans. Things regarding the war in New York are beeing described with a bad turn-out. Several deaths, accidents and more. Garrus made sure to collect the newspaper from Nik's mailbox in the building before Alex would see it and worry about the headlines regarding the war which has been the top article on the front paper for months. Everyone connected to the supernatural world and it's beeings can't stop talking or gossiping about the vampires. They're keeping themselves updated every minute regarding the big war and hoping it won't come closer to their city or get even bigger.
"Please, stop worrying. I admit we're all worried as you are, but worrying won't change anything or make the situation better. Try to understand, Alex.", Krom tried to explain her and held a fork near her mouth with food stabbed on it. But she ignored her thirst and hunger and sadly looked at the ground.
"Look, Alex, Krom has made something yummy to eat for you. Krom, darling, can I eat if Alex doesn't want to? It looks so tasty and smells good, right?", Garrus teased and tried to cheer her up, hoping she would eat it.
"Sorry, Garrus, I made it only for Alex with my secret ingridient called love. And it would hurt my stony heart if she didn't took a bite. Besides, would Nik be happy to hear that his rookie is shedding tears, didn't ate or drinked anything? Would Nik be happy to see the sad Alex who locked herself up in the dark? I don't think so, he'll blame all of us that we haven't taken good care of you. He'll blame Garrus, Ivy, Cal, Vera and me."
"No, he won't.", she answered and took a bite which satisfied everyone as she slowly began to eat food and drink tea. After finishing a light meal in silence, she met the eyes of her friends and gave them a thankful smile.
"Thank you, you're right! Sitting here sadly won't help. I say, let's hit for New York and find them", she commanded which made everyone's smiles fade away.
"What???!! Have you lost your mind completly, girl? Rheya is a powerful vampire!! It's too dangerous, everyone tries to escape from there and you...?", Ivy freaked out.
"I defeated a dangerous bloodwraith once which no one ever could have done before, but I did. I made the impossible possible and now I'm stronger than before. Plus, I have the holy blessings of the Fate on my side and my fae powers are getting better and better."
"That's what I call overconfidence. Girl, I like your courage and style, but you have no idea what you're talking about. Better stay out of something where you have zero idea about."
"But Ivy, we have no news regarding Nik and Katherine. Where are they? Why aren't they contacting us?"
Silence. That was the only answer she could get. This silence which made everyone worry. Hopefully they will hear some answers soon.
Meanwhile in New York City...
"Aaaargh!!", he screamed in pain as he was lying wounded in the streets of New York City. Ferals, which are dangerous creatures had surrounded and surprisingly attacked him as he was walking lonely through the dark.
"Hissss..."
He tried to stand up and fight, but he felt too weak after gaining several wounds and injuries through the night. And these mindless ferals had no mercy and couldn't stop attacking him.
"Ugly monsters, get off me!! Don't touch me or else...arrgh!! Arrrghh!! No, no,... Aaaargh, need to... need to fight. Need to stay alive. For... For my Alex. Hold on, I...", he talked to himself and then he got unconscious. Everything faded away.
"Ryder!!!", Katherine yelled as she found him. Quickly she took her sai and ran into the horde of ferals with some supportive vampires from Clan Matsou on her side.
"Hold on." were Nik's last words for Alex before he fainted...
After the war...
Back to the Graveyard Shift in New Orleans. Early in the morning, Alex and her friends were gathered around, sitting in the bar patiently waiting for any news regarding the war and their two nighthunter-friends, Katherine and Nik. Cal was calling his friends from New York to get any information.
"Hmm, yes. Okay. Yes.", he was talking on his phone while the whole crew was staring at him and waiting for answers. Vera moved to closer to Alex and whispered something to encourage her.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine. I think..."
But before Vera could finish her sentence, Cal burst into tears. Sadness took over the calm man, he started to shake and shouted into the phone.
"No, no, noooo... It... It can't be. Nooo!"
They all silently stared at Cal unsure what to do or say next. No one has ever seen Cal Lowell, a strong werwolf, in a condition like this. Not knowing what's happening or what they're talking about at the phone, Alex's heart beat increased and her eyes welled up with tears. Making her vision blurry. She's scared to know. Scared to know what they're talking about. What's happening. Scared to know the truth. Scared about Nik and Katherine. Carefully she touched Cal's arm and tried to speak through her tears.
"Ca...Ca...Cal... What's wrong?"
"What happened Cal?", Krom was afraid to know as well and wrapped his arm around him. Seeing Cal like this, Ivy quickly took the phone away from him and answered instead.
"Adrian, what's the matter? What happened? Why is Cal...? Hello? Hellooooooo?!!!"
"He's dead.", Cal silently answered as he calmed himself down.
"Cal, we were supposed to find out about Katherine and... and... No, noooo, noooooooo... It... it can't be.", Alex began to cry. Ivy cancelled the call and rushed towards Alex for a hug.
"Cal, what are you talking about? Who's dead?"
"Jax. Jax Matsou is dead.", he sniffed.
"What? Who's... who's Jax?", Alex sadly wispered and calmed herself down a bit.
After a few minutes of silence Cal's sparkly eyes met her's and he answered.
"Jax Matsou is a good vampire friend of mine and the leader of Clan Matsou. I met him in Las Vegas where Kavinski held me captive behind bars like every other supernatural creature. Thanks to Jax and his vampire friends, me and many other creatures got their freedom back that day. They freed me. If it wasn't for the vampires from New York, I would have probably still be held captive and wouldn't have returned back to New Orleans. And if I haven't returned to New Orleans, I would've never met you all and Donny would be... well..."
Tears welled up in his eyes again as he thought about Donny, his younger brother. If Cal wouldn't have returned from Las Vegas on time, he maybe wouldn't have met Nik and Alex who helped him to save Donny. Donny, who made a deal with the owner of Club Persephone to cage-fight against a minotaur. If they wouldn't have made it on time, Donny wouldn't have been probably already dead.
"Cal, please calm down.", Vera worriedly requested and rubbed his shoulder.
"Jax is dead. My friend is dead. You have no idea how much fun I had with him. The karaoke and... I never thought about getting so close with vampires as a werewolf. They treated me as if I was one of them. Jax was such a strong fighter who fought for justice and supported the weaker ones and little ones. I miss him."
"Oh Cal, I'm so sorry."
"Don't be, it's not your fault, it was the war. Bad things always happen to the good ones. Jax is dead and there is no clue about Katherine and Nik."
"What?!!", everyone around Cal panicked.
"Yes, Adrian said that the war is over, but there's no clue where the hunters are or what happened to them. They're still trying the best to find our friends.", he carefully tried to explain and sadly looked away still shocked by the news.
Sadness, worry and fear overtook everyone, so everyone decided to go back home earlier. There was no use to hang out together and celebrate that the war is over with their friends still missing and Jax beeing dead.
May the great vampire rest in peace.
I'm sorry, but in my BB play-through he died 😢
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Worship
Chapter X - The Underworld
08/11/2022
Pairing: Hades (August Walker/Geralt of Rivia) x Eliza (OFC)
Word Count: 6,766
Warnings: language, heartache, death, angst
Summary: After the tragic events in the woods, Thanatos takes Eliza’s soul to the Underworld. But instead of being reunited with Hades instantly, as she had expected, she has yet to face her greatest challenge.
A/N: This is almost the end. Almost! There will be one more chapter to give them both the ending they deserve. Thank you all for being patient and waiting for this one so long. I know I said it a thousand times before, but this story is very dear to me and I want to make sure I'm doing it right, which takes time, motivation and devotion. Thank you for understanding and (hopefully) enjoying the outcome with me.
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Darkness and silence.
This was exactly what she had always expected death to be like. Apart from the soft whooshing sound maybe, muffled by hundreds of smooth feathers that shielded her from the world, and the steady beat of Thanatos’ heart against her ear. He had explained to her that he needed to take her through the ether to shorten their journey. Eliza had no idea what exactly that meant, but it had sounded like a warning and on instinct, she had turned in his arms and pressed her head to his chest before her hands had closed so tightly around his raiment that her knuckles were throbbing by now. She could feel his arms around her as well, holding her in the safety of his warmth.
A warmth she would neither have imagined Death to radiate nor herself to be able to feel after the separation from her body. The devastation she had at first felt upon the finality of that separation had slowly subsided in his embrace and given way to a comforting sense of peace somehow.
Don’t be afraid. I’ll be waiting for you on the other side.
Hades’ voice came to her from far away. Nothing but an echo from the life that had ended mere moments ago. The image of her immortal lover, cowering on the ground, her lifeless body clutched to his chest, resurfaced, shattering her newfound peace and giving way to the overwhelming urge to cry and scream, to kick and fight until she would be brought back to him, her soul reunited with her body. But instead she remained calm, a wave of Death’s powerful magic surging through her to suppress her natural instinct.
“Sh, don’t fight it, my lady,” he cooed, one of his hands gliding up and down her back soothingly. “Contrary to what many mortals believe, death is not the absence of life. It’s not the end, simply a different state of life.”
Eliza knew that of course. Gods, if anyone knew, it was her. She had been to the Underworld before, she had been allowed a glimpse at Elysium. Not many mortals could say that about themselves. Ironically, it was exactly this knowledge that worried her.
“I’m not afraid of death, Lord Thanatos.” Her voice was barely audible above the whooshing of air around them and it became even more feeble with her next statement. “It’s Tartarus I fear.”
Death’s chest rumbled against her cheek in amusement, briefly, before he regained his countenance.
“Apologies, my lady. I didn’t mean to mock you.” But the thought that this sweet soul even contemplated that option seemed so utterly absurd that for a second he had believed she was jesting. She had been far from that, he realised now. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. To earn a stay in Tartarus you must be found guilty of a great misconduct.”
A great misconduct. His words echoed through her mind, and the hope they had caused for a second was crushed under the weight of her guilt immediately. There was no way she could deny her responsibility in the events that had led to Alex’ death and she was sure the time had finally come to face the consequences now. She shuddered as it slowly began to dawn on her that her selfish behaviour had not only sealed her brother’s and with it her own fate, but also the fate of the god who had given his heart to her. As if misjudging him had not been awful enough already, he would now be forced to take her to Tartarus and carry out her punishment himself.
Eliza could feel a question form on her tongue, but the lump in her throat had grown so large by now that it was impossible to speak.
“I don’t know how familiar you are with your realm already, Lady Eliza, but Elysium and Tartarus are not the only options the Underworld offers.”
The noise around them slowly faded away and before she knew what was happening, her feet touched the stony ground.
“We have arrived.”
As soon as his arms released her, she turned, fully convinced to find a pair of familiar black eyes on herself that eagerly awaited her arrival. But there was nothing familiar about the scenery that unfolded in front of her. Apart from the signature smell maybe, that told her unmistakably that Thanatos told the truth. They had reached the Underworld, even though this wasn’t the Underworld she knew.
Black whinstone covered the ground they were standing on, the gravel gradually turning finer until it melted with the dark water of a broad river that expanded to their left and right as far as the eye could see. There wasn’t much else to see apart from the same dark stone underneath their feet, rising around them into a mighty dome that was carried by massive columns. A cave, as dark as there had ever been one, the only light coming from their left where the river seemed to lead towards the sole exit.
This was exactly the kind of place she had envisioned as the Underworld before Hades had taken her here for the first time and she had seen the sun and the forest, the flowers and his cozy home. So this was the real Underworld, what it was like for those who didn’t come here as its ruler’s lover.
“My lady?” Thanatos’ voice made her jump, no matter how careful it was. She turned to find him by her side, one hand extended towards her. For a moment she stared down in confusion at the round silver object in his palm. “You will need the obol to pay the ferryman.”
Eliza’s eyes shot up to his, urging him to clarify his statement, but he only pointed towards the light at the far end of the cave where a dark silhouette had come into view.
“Charon will take you safely across the Styx and to the palace.”
Slowly the faint shadow gained shape as it approached, outlining a figure on a wooden ferry boat. But no matter how close it got, it was still impossible to tell anything about its steerer. Cloaked and hooded, a long pole in hand to push the boat forwards, the dim light of the lantern that was attached to the front of the boat didn’t allow Eliza to make out any details.
It didn’t take long before Thanatos’ senses picked up her growing unease despite all the magic he had already used to calm her. He wasn’t surprised in the least when she turned around and searched his gaze, her eyes wide and clouded with worry. But it was only when she spoke that he realised her panic was partly his own fault.
“Won’t you come with me?”
The softest smile graced his lips. “Do not worry. I will not leave your side until you are reunited with Lord Hades again. I promise.” He could feel her distress slightly subside, but it wasn’t until he laid his arm around her shoulder that she snapped out of her petrified state and began to move towards the waiting ferry.
“Evening, Master Charon,” the God of Death greeted the ferryman like an old friend.
“Good evening, my lord.”
He seemed to be very old indeed, judging from the sound of his voice. It wasn’t unpleasant, a bit raspy maybe, but otherwise warm and low, and still Eliza couldn’t help her hand from shaking as she held out the coin Thanatos had just given her to him. His face lay in total darkness underneath his hood, but she could feel his watchful gaze on her nonetheless. He took his time, what for, Eliza had no idea, but then he moved at last.
The boney hand that reached out towards her proved her right about his age, but none of her other assumptions seemed to have been correct when instead of taking the fee from her palm, his fingers gently moved with hers, closing them around the silver token.
“No, my lady. Only souls need to pay for my service.”
Her forehead began to crease as Eliza tried to make sense of his words.
“But I am a soul.”
“Alas, you are,” he sighed, “but you are so much more than that. And in all the aeons I have spent in the Underworld, I never accepted payment from the queen of this realm. Former or current, mortal or divine, dead or alive.”
His words had actually confused her more than they had brought clarity, but for Charon things seemed to be settled with his statement. He held out his hand to help her aboard, and when she looked to Thanatos for help, he just shrugged with a smile. With a gesture of his cloaked arm, Charon bade her sit down in the middle of the boat, Thanatos following her immediately to join her side.
Silently the boat glided through the dark water, and Eliza could already make out the outline of the passage that would lead them out of the cave, when she couldn’t hold back any longer.
“I am sorry, Master Charon, but there must be a misunderstanding. I should have probably clarified that right away, but I am not the Queen of the Underworld. Even though everybody seems to keep assuming otherwise,” she looked over at Thanatos with a scolding glance, “I am not married to Lord Hades.”
“Ah, marriage,” Charon chuckled behind them as he gave the boat another push. “Tell me, my lady, what is marriage but a promise, witnessed and recorded in writing, to be with someone until the end of your life?” Eliza fell silent for a moment to think about his question and he seemed to interpret her silence as agreement. “By binding your soul to his, you both did much more than that.”
Eliza couldn’t deny that his words held a certain amount of truth. Still, that surely didn’t make her the queen of this realm. And above that, there was nothing, not even the slightest bit, about her that would qualify her for a task like that.
“You don’t believe me?”
Eliza shot him an apologetic look.
“See for yourself.”
One hand left the long stick he used to steer the boat, his gnarly fingers pointing to the surface of the Styx right beside her. Reluctantly Eliza did what he had asked of her, expecting to see her familiar image mirrored on the calm water. And at least her face looked as it always did. The rest of her however did not resemble her usual look in the slightest. The clothes she had been wearing during her visit to Persephone’s palace had been replaced by a glamorous black dress that looked a lot like the one young Persephone had been wearing during her secret meeting with Hades. Underneath her breasts, the fabric was held by a golden belt, its colour matching the seams along her shoulders and cleavage that were lavishly embroidered with beautiful flowers. Daffodils, she realised on second gaze, and for the first time since her soul had left her mortal shell, a genuine smile found its way onto her lips.
But that wasn’t all. She hadn’t immediately seen it in front of the background of dark water, the black crown that sat on her head, melting with her hair so naturally as if it was part of her body. Luckily it wasn’t, she found when her fingers slowly examined the piece of regal jewellery. It was a mystery to her how she could not have noticed it sitting there sooner, but its presence was undeniable now.
Fascinated by her strange new appearance, Eliza hadn’t even noticed that they had finally made their way out of the cave and into the moonlit night. It was only when a shout broke the peace of their journey that her eyes abandoned her reflection on the water.
“Ferryman! Hey, ferryman!” A group of people—no, souls—were standing by the side of the river where a small pier extended into the water. They were waving at them frantically, obviously afraid to be overlooked. “We’re here.”
Unimpressed, Charon kept on pushing the boat further down the stream.
“Why don’t we stop and take them with us? There is at least room for a few more. Maybe if Lord Thanatos and I stood up—”
“I fear that is impossible, my queen,” Charon was quick to cut her off, “however noble the gesture might be. My orders are to bring you to the palace straight away so you can be taken before the judges as soon as possible. Delays won’t be accepted, my lady.”
The souls at the bank of the river suddenly forgotten, her eyes widened as they flew to the god beside her.
“The judges?”
“No need to worry, Lady Eliza,” he assured, but seeing that his words as always weren’t enough to soothe her, his large wing wrapped around her trembling form. “Nothing but a mere formality. Every soul is to be judged by King Minos, Aeacus and Radamanthys upon their arrival in this realm. But he will be there too, and it is his right as the king to have the last word on the sentence. You see, you have nothing to fear, my lady.”
He tried a little smile, but it wasn’t returned. Instead, more worry began to crawl up on her.
“Will I be able to see him before the trial?”
Thanatos didn’t answer immediately, and when he finally did, Eliza knew already what he would say.
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible.”
Still she felt something crumble inside of her as soon as her fears had been confirmed. So she wouldn’t be able to speak to him, to hide in his calming embrace for a while as he whispered tender words of reassurance to her that would give her the courage she needed to face whatever was lying ahead of her.
“I know it won’t be much solace to you, but remember I promised to be by your side until the two of you were reunited. I will be with you throughout the entire trial.”
A feeble smile flitted across her face. “Will it take long?”
“I cannot tell for sure, but I don’t suppose it will.” Thanatos grabbed her hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “There is one thing you should be prepared for though.”
“Yes?”
“You see, given your connection to Lord Hades, you are not just any soul that will be brought before him and the judges.” It was clear that she didn’t understand what he was driving at, bless her pure heart. “What I am trying to say is that the people of this realm will surely take an interest in your trial. So you might want to prepare yourself for spectators.”
Eliza swallowed heavily. “And by people of this realm you mean souls?”
“Souls, nymphs, daimons, maybe even a few gods, like Lady Hecate for example. But only those who are able to enter the Underworld, which apart from her and myself aren’t too many actually.”
She knew he meant well by giving her a heads up on what might possibly await her once they reached their destination, but she could feel her anxiety spiral into infinity. It was ridiculous enough that for whatever reason she was dressed in the attire of a queen when she was obviously nothing but a frightened, dead mortal, only one frail thread away from losing her sanity upon this mess she was in, but to be on display like that, curiously eyed by those who considered themselves her subjects and looked down upon by the divine, without the guarding presence of her soulmate by her side, was more than any words could ever have prepared her for.
And it seemed her worst fears were manifesting right before her eyes as the boat finally rounded the last river bend and the palace came into view. It was so much bigger than she had expected it to be after her little self-guided tour. Then again, she had not come very far, probably never even leaving Hades’ private quarters.
It looked so different than what she had assumed from its dark interior, its many towers and copulas shimmering in the moonlight like light blue pearls. But it was the long stairway that led all the way from the river up to a large portal which caught her eye. Illuminated by a myriad of torches, it was lined by what seemed to be hundreds of people, just as Thanatos had predicted.
A low buzzing came wafting towards them across the river, growing louder and louder as they approached the scene, until it grew into a daunting cacophony of chattering voices Eliza could feel reverberate deep inside her stomach. Oh, how she wished Charon would just steer the boat past the expectant crowd, but of course he didn’t. He couldn’t. Even if he might have held the slightest bit of compassion for her underneath his wide cloak.
Her fingers were shaking, her knees threatening to prove unfit to carry her as Thanatos, who had left the boat before her, held out his hand to her.
“Good luck, my lady,” she heard the voice of the ferryman as she felt solid ground underneath her feet again, his well-wishes almost drowned out by the murmurs and whispers around them. Eliza turned one last time to face him.
“Thank you, Master Charon. For your services and your kindness.”
She saw his hood tip in a nod as he pushed the boat off the landing. There was no way back now and she almost twitched as the God of Death softly tugged on her hand that still rested in his.
“Shall we?”
Eliza spun around to shoot him a tight-lipped smile and she was more than grateful that he hooked her arm through his as they began to move. After the first few steps she felt brave enough to lift her head and take a look around. A mistake, she realised, because even though most of the faces displayed beaming smiles and curious but friendly eyes, the sheer amount of spectators was overwhelming. Suffocating. They were whispering to each other, laughing, some were even shouting to gain the attention of their queen while others just kept staring at her silently.
“Remember that this will all be over soon,” Thanatos whispered as he leaned in, his watchful eyes never leaving the crowd. “You have nothing to fear. Just breathe and keep walking.”
Eliza tried to concentrate and take a deep breath, inhaling his words of advice to repeat them in her head like a mantra, over and over again, every step of her way up the never-ending flight of stairs. He was waiting for her, she would be able to focus on him as soon as she had overcome this last obstacle.
Don’t be afraid, he had told her, and the memory of his low baritone and the comfort it had brought, gave her all the strength she needed to finally make it to the gigantic doors at the head of the stairs. She was still far from being calm, but at least she felt a little more optimistic about the things that were about to happen on the other side of these doors.
For a second the image of her brother pushed itself before her eyes. Had it been like this for him as well? Had he been the same bundle of nerves she was now? Probably not, she thought, and couldn’t help but snicker. He was always so calm and collected, also much braver than her. Then again, this place couldn’t be compared to anything he had ever had to face in the world of the living. Death was new to everyone who arrived here and could surely scare even the bravest person. Especially when they came with a suitcase of guilt, like she did.
It was the last thought that would form in her mind before the doors glided apart with an earth-shaking rumble, the vibration causing her heart to plummet into her feet once again.
Hades had never seen the throne room this loaded with people. Not even at the long awaited trial of Sisyphos. The huge interest was understandable, natural even, and to some extent he was grateful that his people were so eager to take a look at their new queen. Still, the circumstances couldn’t be more inconvenient and his only hope was that Eliza would be strong enough to shoulder this burden on top of everything she needed to endure already.
His elevated position on the dais of his throne allowed him to inspect the room while he eagerly awaited the arrival of his beloved. Carefully his eyes wandered along the many faces that were lined up to his left and right. He had seen them all before, yet some were more familiar than others. His eyes lingered for a moment as they found a pair of golden orbs he would have recognised anywhere.
Hecate had taken her place amidst the Lampads, nymphs that accompanied their mistress almost everywhere, and it wouldn’t have taken her scolding voice in his head to know how displeased she was with all of this.
I guess I don’t heave to tell you that this is entirely your fault, my lord.
My fault? The nerves of that woman. If it weren’t for you and your little scheme, Eliza would never have been in that forest in the first place.
Hecate rolled her eyes. That is not what I was talking about. You know as well as I do that her end was written by the Fates and neither you nor I could have prevented it.
Hades closed his eyes, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. She was right of course. If anyone was to blame, it were the fucking Fates. Still, it was easier to direct his anger somewhere less dangerous.
Whatever were you talking about then, Lady Hecate?
This! This whole spectacle right before you. Did you ever just for one second consider what this will mean for her?
Since when are you on her side? he snarled. Wasn’t it you who always warned me about falling for her? Who was against this bond from the very beginning? I believe ‘short-lived fling’ were the words of your choice.
But you never listen to me anyway, my lord. And maybe this time it is not entirely your fault that we are in this situation now—a mortal made Queen of the Underworld. Hades heard her take a deep breath. I am willing to accept that. It was your choice to make and I have given up a long time ago to try and understand what drives your decisions. But this spectacle here—
Hades was quick to cut her off. You know that the trial is the standard procedure for any soul that enters the Underworld.
Yes, my lord, only that she isn’t just any soul, is she?
These are the rules, Hecate, I can’t just—
Don’t be ridiculous. If anyone can stop this nonsense it’s you.
Her words had silenced him and Hecate knew that she was close.
Have you no compassion for the woman you love? To you, this may all be a standard procedure—
Losing my symbolon is hardly what I would call a standard procedure, Hecate.
But don’t forget that she has lost you too. And her life at that. Isn’t that already enough for a soul to bear?
Of course it was. It was far more than he would wish upon any half-decent soul that was brought before him. But the rules had been established for a reason and his people had rights as well. Besides, what would it look like if he broke protocol for her? He couldn’t expect anyone to understand that it wasn’t done to spare her from a possibly unfavourable sentence, but to protect her from breaking under the pressure her new role brought with it. A role she had neither wanted nor been prepared for.
“They are here, my lord.” The voice of the doorman echoed through the room loud and clear, ripping him from his thoughts.
“Open the doors.”
His eyes found her the second the wings of the door had slid apart far enough to reveal the tiniest hint of her familiar form. He could just barely refrain from rising to his feet, shattered by the pang in his heart upon beholding the violent contrast of her appearance. Her soul was dressed in the opulent regal attire of the Queen of the Underworld, as it should be, but there was nothing regal about the way she carried herself. Her head hanging low, eyes cast to the ground, she clutched Thanatos’ arm with both hands for support. Hades tried with all his might to reach her, willing her to look at him so his eyes could tell her it would be all right, that this would be over soon, but Thanatos must have used his powers to shield her mind from unwanted intruders, and very effectively so.
Apparently, his friend was intent on keeping his word and gave everything in his power to provide Eliza with all the comfort he could. She needed to face the trial on her own, Thanatos knew that as well as any other person in presence, still he guided her as far into the room as he was allowed, his large wings stretched out behind him to shield her from prying eyes as best as he could. But all too soon he needed to stop and the moment he began to slowly pull away, Hades’ heart broke all over again for his beloved.
Eliza was trembling violently, pleading eyes begging the God of Death to stay by her side, still everything he could offer were whispered words of encouragement. And his magic. Despite the distance between them, Hades could feel it surging from the god’s lithe form, engulfing her, and he knew that the sheer amount of divine power that surrounded her was probably the only thing that enabled Eliza to stand upright at this point.
A strained silence settled above the room as the three judges rose from their seats at the foot of the dais. From the corner of her eye, Eliza must have caught their movement as well, making her freeze on the spot. Slowly she turned to face the men who had gathered to assess her life and decide about her future in the Underworld. But instead of focussing on them, her eyes found him and Hades was lost.
Before he even knew what he was doing, he stood, all eyes drawn to the God of the Underworld in an instant. “Stop this trial at once.”
It was only now that the judges realised what was going on and turned to Hades as well. It was Minos who addressed the King of the Dead first.
“But my lord, it is customary that all souls are judged by this trial upon their arrival in the Underworld. You may please to disagree with our sentence, but it has to be spoken first.”
Hades was fuming. How dared he lecture him like that? This was his realm and he knew the rules better than anyone. Still, he also knew that rage would not serve his purpose right now.
“I am sure you only mean well, Minos, and I admire your courage. So whenever you think back to this moment in your many days to come, I want you to remember that this courage was the only thing that stood between you and an eternity in Tartarus for speaking so rashly tonight.” He could see in the judge’s eyes that he was tempted to oppose his king again, but he thought better of it this time. “Now, honourable judges, I ask you to look at the one that has been brought before this trial and tell me what you see.”
They did as they were told and turned to look at Eliza again, but after the threat Hades had just considered one of them with, nobody dared to speak.
“Tell me what you see!” he repeated the order, his booming voice thundering through the silence of the throne room.
“A soul, my lord,” one of them finally croaked.
And another one was quick to add with a shaky voice, “The soul of the Lady Eliza.”
“You are right, gentlemen. And yet you fail to see the obvious. Look at her. Before you stands the Queen of the Underworld. And since when is it customary for the Judges of the Underworld to pass sentence on their own sovereign?”
They turned to him again, all at once, mouths open in silent shock upon their grave lapse.
“My lord, we didn’t—”
“Think?” he interrupted harshly. “Apparently not. But I assure you, there will be no offence taken.” He turned to the room again, his voice full of unquestionable authority. “The trial is dismissed. Clear the hall at once.”
Immediately people began to move, the ushers doing their best to hurry them on, and still it felt like an eternity until the room had emptied. Thanatos was the last to leave, whispering something to Eliza Hades couldn’t understand before the God of Death turned as well and vanished the way he had come. Neither of them moved, petrified in place, their eyes holding onto each other as if the fate of the entire cosmos depended on it.
It was only when the doors fell closed with a rumble that they moved. Hades had never been faster, flying down the steps of his dais, the gap between them seemingly endless even though she ran to him as well. There was no time to breathe, his eyes not even daring to blink until she crashed into his chest at last and he could finally seal her quivering form in the safety of his arms.
He felt her soul mould against his body instantly and with the weight of the events finally lifted off her shoulders, her legs refused to uphold even the last ounce of countenance and gave out underneath her. Slowly they both sank to the ground, joined in the relief their union brought and the fear of the things that were yet to come once they would let go.
It was impossible to tell how long they had stayed like this when a muffled sob finally broke the barrier of his tight embrace.
“I’m so sorry I left.” Her voice was heavy from the tears that now stained his shirt. “That morning in the library. I should have given you a chance to explain. I should…”
Her next words were swallowed by another heartbreaking sob and as much as he needed to feel her close as long as he still could, he wanted to look into her eyes for the conversation that was still ahead of them. And so he gently pushed her off of himself, his palm that cupped her cheek the minimum compromise between holding on and letting go.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. If you hadn’t abandoned me after thinking I did all those unspeakable things to Persephone, I would have lost all respect for you.”
He tried a little smile, but she was still too troubled by her guilt to reciprocate it.
“But you didn’t. And I should have known. I should have trusted you.”
He slowly shook his head, wiping away one last tear that trailed down her pale cheek. “And I shouldn’t have made that promise to Persephone. But I couldn’t know it would hurt you one day, just as you couldn’t know those words in the chronicle are not true.” He had felt it coming, her need to rest her tired form against him again, and he let her. It would distract her for a moment and provide him with an opportunity to do the unavoidable. “What’s done is done, my sweet. Let’s not look back at our mistakes and waste what little time we have left.”
Immediately she began to stir in his arms, squirming free of his hold as soon as the words sank in.
“What do you mean ‘what little time we have left’?” But when she looked around herself and found the throne room magically replaced by a moonlit meadow, his cryptic words were almost forgotten. “Where are we?”
A sigh as desperate and broken as she had never heard one rise from the depths of his chest before filled the night and when it slowly faded to give way to a silence fraud with meaning, she could hear it. Eliza turned her head, ever so slowly, somehow still hoping that by the time her movement was completed, the soft sloshing would stop and the river was gone.
“No!” She stood in a heartbeat, tumbling a few steps back. “You…you don’t want me here? You’re sending me back?”
He was quick to rise from the ground as well and close the gap between them. He hated to see her like this, distressed and hurt by his fault, again.
“Believe me, there is nothing I want more than having you by my side, Eliza.”
“Then why can’t I just stay with you, like this?”
“Impossible, my sweet.” Even before he tried to reach for her, he knew she would shy away from his touch and still he wasn’t prepared for the pain her rejection would cause him. “There are rules. A soul cannot rule over other souls.”
Eliza looked around helplessly while she was obviously trying to process his words.
“But I don’t even want to rule them.” To his surprise she suddenly stilled completely and her eyes found him again. “I just want to be with you.”
Everything about her urged him to give in, even his own heart choosing to revolt against him, but he couldn’t.
“That is one and the same. The moment our souls became one, you accepted this duty as yours.”
“But I didn’t even know about it.”
“I know.” He grabbed her hands and pressed a fervent kiss to her knuckles. “I know. Another negligence that is entirely my fault.”
The way her eyes fell to their joined hands told him her heart already understood, and yet she was far from accepting her fate. It was there the moment her gaze caught his again, that silent plea in her eyes, a last rebellion of hope. A quality so utterly human that it made his heart clench.
“Then let us change the rules. This is our realm, isn’t it? Why shouldn’t a soul rule over other souls? Humans rule over humans all the time.”
“Eliza, this isn’t the mortal realm. Things are different here. And even though we rule this realm, there is a certain order even we are bound to.”
And with just one sentence, one look from a pair of devastated eyes that were welling up with tears all over again, his queen was left with no other choice but to admit her defeat.
“But I don’t want to go,” she whispered quietly, sinking against his chest once again as the enormity of the situation squeezed the last drop of strength from her.
“And I don’t want you to go either. But this is how it has to be.”
There was nothing left to be done. The Fates had written this moment in time, and he could only trust that just this once they knew what they were doing, that his pain wouldn’t be in vain this time when he would watch her walk away from him again. For years he would be separated from her, forced to watch from afar, hoping that life would treat her kindly and not dim the brightness of her soul before he could find her. His only solace was that she wouldn’t share his suffering, wouldn’t remember that he was waiting for her, not even knowing he existed.
Slowly he could feel tranquility return to her form and when she pulled away to look at him, her eyes told him there would be no more resistance. Gentle fingers rose to his face to say their last goodbye.
“So this is it then, the end of you and me. And after drinking from the Lethe I won’t even remember you.”
Hades had no idea how he mustered the strength as the finality of her words sliced his heart in two, but when he answered, his voice was calm and steady.
“But I will remember you and everything we shared, for the both of us. And I will wait.”
“Wait for what?”
Her artlessness almost made him smile.
“For you to mature. And then I will find you and make you mine again.”
He thought he had made it clear to her by now that his love for her knew no bounds. There was nothing that would ever keep him from her. Nothing. Neither space nor time, not even death would stand in their way again. But instead of the hope he had intended to spark by revealing his plans, her eyes watered all over again.
“But I will be someone else.”
“Eliza,” he cupped her cheeks with both of his hands, “none of this matters. Not to me. My soul fell in love with yours, the very same soul that is bound to yours now, not to the vessel that carried it.”
“But—”
No more buts, he thought as his lips crashed down on hers. There were no buts when it came to the way he loved her.
“You do trust me, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“Then remember what I told you when you agreed to our contract.”
Thoughts raced behind her pretty eyes and when a soft smile flitted across her lips, he knew she had found the memory.
“I have to lose control to gain it.”
“Yes, my sweet.” Tenderly his fingers slid between hers, his gaze following hers as it wandered towards the dark waters of the river nearby. “Now let’s not waste another minute with goodbyes, my love. It will only delay our reunion.”
Together they walked through the soft grass side by side until they had reached the riverbank and by the time Eliza looked at him again, a small wooden bowl had appeared in his hand. There was no reluctance in her movements when he offered it to her and she bowed down to scoop up some water from the stream. But as she turned to face him, she stopped and he feared she had changed her mind. His breath stuck in his throat, he watched one of her hands reaching out for him until it came to rest on his chest, right above his heart.
“I will be with you, Aidoneus, always.” With all his might he forced back the tears that threatened to fall as his hand covered hers. He needed to see her clearly, one last time. “Until we meet again.”
One sip, then another, before the bowl fell from her hand and hit the gravelly ground with an ugly clatter. Astonished, her eyes followed the vessel and when they locked with his again, he could see oblivion in them.
“Until we meet again, my beloved mortal,” he whispered. His words meant nothing to her anymore, just like the kiss he left on her forehead before he stepped away. But to him they were everything.
A goodbye, for now, and a promise he sealed deep inside himself as the blinding lights broke from her chest, swirling around her until they engulfed her completely. With outstretched arms her soul shot up into the darkness—the force of life to her and a beacon of hope to him. Hope that he would find a way back to her, that she would be unharmed and that she would still love him.
And then she was gone, leaving him with the darkness that grew heavier on his shoulders with every passing second without her until he let it push him to his knees, hot tears burning his skin as they streamed down his cheeks freely now, not a single sound leaving his throat.
Nothing would be the same again until he had her back in his arms, but at least he wouldn’t be alone. His memories would keep him company in the days and nights without her. They would seem endless, but that didn’t scare him. He was the God of the Underworld and if there was one advantage of being a god, it was that time was of no consequence to him.
Part 11
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Hi everyone! So I want to write a Supergirl fic, but I don’t want to write it and have nobody read it. You are probably asking yourself ‘why wouldn’t anyone read it when your most like and reblogged post of the last month is a promotion for your Supercorp fic?’ Well dear friends the answer to that is simple. It’s dark. This idea is darker than the dead of night without any moon, stars, light pollution, anything. This idea I have kicking my brain is probably one of the darkest ideas for a fic I’ve had in awhile (and I’ve got fics in the Hazbin Hotel fandom).
The idea is that something happens to someone Kara loves, weather it’s Alex or Lena or Eliza or someone else is still up in the air, but it’s not something she can stop. It’s not an alien attack or someone kidnapping them or anything like that. They get sick or something very human and Kara is left powerless to do anything to help, in the end they don’t make it, the illness doesn’t go away, the wound doesn’t heal, the cancer wins, thus thrusting her right into the painful realization that at some point in her existence she is going to outlive everyone she loves and cares about because of her Kryptonian biology and slowed aging and immunity. She’s left with no one to turn to, sure she has Clark and while on earth he is technically older than her he doesn’t have the experience to help her, he hasn’t experienced the same level of loss that has forced their own near immortality into their faces yet (I’m ignoring all of Jonathan’s deaths for this idea). I’m not sure who would be the one to reach in and pull her out of that pit of darkness or if she would ever truly leave it but I will worry about that but after I hear if anyone is interested in reading something like this. Obviously there would be trigger warnings abound and lots and lots of cautionary warnings because I’m no rookie at fic writing or a monster. But yeah let me know….
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Hope you all can understand if I don't show any care to Techno's character on the Dream SMP. Hope it's alright if I don't reblog any art or anymore posts focused on his OC. Hope it doesn't seem petty of me to say that my views of the character haven't changed because of this and that I'm not magically gonna start hoping he gets to ride off into the sunset when he still has done so much to anger me and to make me hate him as much as you can hate any fictional entity.
I don't care what the CCs decide to do with c!Techno.
Knowing them, lovely people they often be, they'll probably either say that A: He's still around and is happy off-screen, or B: He rode off into the snow on the search for a new quest to make himself feel great. That's fine. That's fine for me. I genuinely don't care about how his story ends. He's not a character I'm invested in, but for some he is, so I think that'd be fine.
For all we know, the CCs could decide to kill c!Techno off as part of the recent c!Dream & Foolish plotline. That'd work, narratively speaking. Have the loveable blood god slain as part of a twisted game to toy with the nature of immortality? yup. that'd get the hate train rollin' for c!Dream REAL quickly(rightly so, given all of this.)
it'd also be a consequence for him having freed cdream in the first place. but again. it's all up to the CCs. I doubt they'd do that.
but yeah. I don't care about Techno's character on the DSMP. I only cared about the IRL Actually Human Man, Alex, the guy who was really fucking great and who I deeply fucking miss.
I just wanted to clear that up if it seems like I ignore anything that happens in that regard. Techno the Human I miss so very dearly. Techno the DSMP OC I still loath and don't give a single fuck about.
that's all, really
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Dear Roswell fic writers.
Could one of you or many, write fic of Malex double dates with Kyle and Isobel please and thank you. Also who thinks the boys would start fostering kids because Michael remembers the foster care system and they want to provide a loving home to kids.
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Umbrella Academy season 3 thoughts
Allison was in so much pain, losing Claire twice, losing Ray, all the racism, and pain and hatred in the 60’s. It just built up and built and she didn’t know how to deal with the pain so she made choices, that aren’t the greatest, but ultimately she got what she wanted, Ray and Claire. I’m not sure where her character goes next, but I’d love to see it. She was great with Viktor when he told her the truth and that was lovely. I’m glad she told him the truth at the end, but it just makes me sad for her.
I loved this season, it was slightly stressful for me, but it had some fun parts and sad parts.
Viktor choosing to be who he is was amazing and I’m so happy for him. The family just accepting him for him was so nice and I’m glad that happened. I’m sad about Harlan, because he didn’t need to die, but the Sparrows wanted him and Allison was so angry.
Klaus is immortal and that’s awesome. I wonder if he visited people he knew again while he was there like his Ben or Dave? So Klaus can talk to dead people and he can’t die. He’s my favorite. Also he lost his tattoos and everything else, booo
What happened to Sloan? I’m sad she’s missing, she was good for Luther. Also she was nice. Her powers were fun.
Five I love him, he’s so good
Diego, Lila, they’re perfect and I love them to death. They’ll be good parents
Luther is growing on me again, I do like him. He was so funny when he got kidnapped by the sparrows
Sparrow Ben he’s a dick but he can be nice too sometimes. Did he and Klaus have sex after the wedding?
Seeing the Moms was fun
Grace I love you and your crazy
The rest of the sparrows I didn’t like much, Fei was fascinating, but I’m not totally sure about her powers
Reginald is evil and the actor is so good
His wife was on the moon this whole time, that’s why Luther was there?
Pogo hanging out with bikers and he was the reason that Reginald was not as evil at the beginning
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The ever forward is stuck in the Chesapeake Bay and apparently the Ever Given is headed back to the Suez Canal. Same operator.
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#2
I’ve seen Black Panther: Wakanda Forever and I’m happy and devastated and thrilled all at once. Shuri was so good. Killmomger in the ancestoral plane. Val and Ross is hilarious and amazing. Okoye my love for you is immense. Ayo how thrilled I was to see you and your wife Aneka. Namor and Talokan was amazing. M’Baku as king at the end, yes please. Ramonda my heart breaks. Nakia in Haiti and secrets but she comes to help. Riri Williams you are amazing and I can’t wait to see more. I love this movie so much.
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My #1 post of 2022
Won’t the war have to be ended to host Eurovision next year? Good for Ukraine
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I posted 1,181 times in 2022
That's 1,158 more posts than 2021!
110 posts created (9%)
1,071 posts reblogged (91%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@autistic-ace-bee
@girlboss-nahi-girlbas
@dumb-gryffindor
@immortal-iddiot
@vanessadoofwasmygayawakening
I tagged 322 of my posts in 2022
#marauders era - 47 posts
#sirius black - 45 posts
#remus lupin - 39 posts
#toh spoilers - 33 posts
#james potter - 30 posts
#the owl house spoilers - 23 posts
#peter pettigrew - 23 posts
#wolfstar - 19 posts
#marauders era textpost - 16 posts
#lily evans - 15 posts
Longest Tag: 137 characters
#im not gonna make a joke im not gonna make a joke im not gonna make a joke im not gonna make a joke im not gonna make a joke about this i
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Alex: You love me, right, Magnus?
Magnus: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.
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#4
Sirius, tending to Remus' wounds: How would you rate your pain?
Remus: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.
147 notes - Posted February 11, 2022
#3
currently thinking about remus coming out to james as trans and then james has an awakening
Remus: I'm trans.
James: Oh cool. So you're a guy? Do you have a new name?
Remus: Yeah. It's Remus.
James: Nice.
Later
James: Wait.
James: Why is he still hot
196 notes - Posted February 10, 2022
#2
fuck jkr. all harry potter ships are t4t
293 notes - Posted March 13, 2022
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get to know me tag meme!
rules: tag a few people you want to know better; make a new post, don't reblog!
tagged by: she of the fancy new url @sluttyhenley 🔥
♡ favourite color: toss up between blue and purple and silver
♡ currently reading: neon gods by katee robert, allow me to retort by elie mystal, the wolf and the woodsman by ava reid, and the night shift by alex finlay
♡ last song: lucky town by bruce springsteen
♡ last movie: speed (1994)
♡ last series: bridgerton, the last kingdom, and the punisher (because when am i not rewatching the punisher)
♡ sweet, spicy, or savory: yes
♡ coffee or tea: yes
♡ three ships: frank castle/karen page (nmcu), spock/uhura (st: aos), and reylo (star wars)
♡ first ever ship: uhhhh, dom/letty from the fast and the furious maybe? that’s the first thing i can remember actively shipping in terms of seeking out fic, but if we’re talking about first couple i wanted to see together it’s gotta be daine/numair from tamora pierce’s the immortals quartet
♡ currently working on: the second chapter of blood & river water, the fourth chapter of our hands are cold, the moon sets low, and various and sundry reylo and darklina fics
♡ favorite piece of clothing: do accessories count? because the i am obsessed with the hand-beaded earrings i got from indigenous beader madsailik; shout out to the incredible docs that @sluttyhenley just got for me as an early birthday present tho
♡ comfort food: red noodle soup, eggs purgatory, shrimp scampi, soda bread, and pretty much anything potato
♡ favorite time of the year: fall and winter
♡ fave fanfic: tales from the house of the moon, beasts of seasons, fine young cannibals, and far too many more to list
♡ tagging: @neuxue @ninzied @carry-the-sky @mygutsforgarters @thatworldinverted @benjaminbarnes @aleksandr-morozova @ivashkovadrian @greensaplinggrace and anyone else who wants a go ✨
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I posted 3,795 times in 2021
111 posts created (3%)
3684 posts reblogged (97%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 33.2 posts.
I added 527 tags in 2021
#bugsnax - 183 posts
#my artwork - 66 posts
#cookie run kingdom - 42 posts
#cookie run - 41 posts
#not my art - 34 posts
#filbo fiddlepie - 33 posts
#deltarune - 33 posts
#floofty fizzlebean - 32 posts
#licorice cookie - 32 posts
#shipping - 31 posts
Longest Tag: 116 characters
#this video makes me genuinely emotional im reblogging it without even watching it again it makes me feel like crying
My Top Posts in 2021
#5
I got this from a prompt.
Yes, Alexer in my AU is immortal.
Long story short, he did it to himself and he regrets it.
He lived long enough to not tell you shit.
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#4
God, I love this game.
Of course Chandlo’s the lover. How dare you.
This were made by @bugsnacc
131 notes • Posted 2021-05-26 02:48:38 GMT
#3
When Deta was a baby, her first word was ‘Fe-Fe’ which is what they call Floofty. As a teen, Floofty will not let Deta call them anything else but ‘Fe-Fe’. Which he think’s it’s dumb, but Floofty loves it.
Also, three things. One, Deta wears bracelets for what gender he’s going by that day and two, their hair turns half white when she turns 15 and stays that way. Third, Deta has autism.
150 notes • Posted 2021-06-07 16:16:58 GMT
#2
Many reasons why Poison Mushroom Cookie isn’t allowed on dates with Licorice and Clover.
184 notes • Posted 2021-10-10 21:28:36 GMT
#1
Love making Licorice finding out that Clover really does care and love him.
The cookie boi needs more love.
294 notes • Posted 2021-06-26 22:51:53 GMT
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I posted 41 times in 2021
41 posts created (100%)
0 posts reblogged (0%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 0.0 posts.
I added 46 tags in 2021
#imagines - 9 posts
#imagine - 9 posts
#fanfic - 5 posts
#fanfiction - 5 posts
#imagine yennefer - 3 posts
#castlevania fanfiction - 3 posts
#dc imagine - 3 posts
#the witcher x reader - 3 posts
#the witcher imagine - 3 posts
#imagine the witcher - 3 posts
Longest Tag: 36 characters
#dick grayson x you nightwing imagine
My Top Posts in 2021
#5
ONCE UPON A TIME IMAGINES MASTERLIST
BELLE GOLD
Rumbelle’s Daughter Taking Care of You When You’re Hurt
EMMA SWAN
Bad Break Up Finding Emma’s Daughter A Magical Immortal Falls For Emma
Emma’s Foster Sister Emma’s Mixed Race Child
MR GOLD | RUMPLESTILTSKIN
Rumbelle’s Daughter Before He Became the Dark One
The Dark One’s Daughter
REGINA MILLS | THE EVIL QUEEN
Bad Break Up Trick Or Treat Daughter of Regina and Daniel
HENRY MILLS
Trick Or Treat
RUBY | RED RIDING HOOD
Ruby Taking Care of You Ruby Is The Only One Who Can Make You Smile
HOOK | KILLIAN JONES
Finding Emma’s Daughter
DAVID NOLAN | PRINCE CHARMING
Jealous of Your Relationship With Emma
MARY MARGARET | SNOW WHITE
Jealous of Your Relationship With Emma
JEFFERSON | THE MAD HATTER
Daughter of Regina and Daniel
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GREY'S ANATOMY IMAGINES MASTERLIST
JO
Going to Jo For Help Living in Your Car
ALEX KAREV
Enemy At the Hospital Treated For Minor Injuries Waking Up After Having Been Beaten Up Knocking Someone Out
MEREDITH GREY
Enemy At the Hospital Treated For Minor Injuries Waking Up After Having Been Beaten Up Secretly Dating Lexie
CHRISTINA YANG
Taking Care of You When You’re Sick Waking Up After Having Been Beaten Up
ARIZONA ROBBINS
Taking Care of You When You’re Sick Finding Out That You’re Homeless Knocking Someone Out
MARK SLOANE
Taking Care of You When You’re Sick Pushed Down the Stairs
MIRANDA BAILEY
Treated For Minor Injuries
RICHARD WEBBER
Treated For Minor Injuries
IZZY STEVENS
Waking Up After Having Been Beaten Up
GEORGE O'MALLEY
Waking Up After Having Been Beaten Up
CALLIE TORRES
Knocking Someone Out
DEREK SHEPHERD
Pushed Down the Stairs
LEXIE GREY
Secretly Dating Lexie
JACKSON AVERY
Jackson Pregnancy Reaction
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#3
Loki should have just apologized but he just couldn't seem to make himself say the words. And you? You weren't saying any words at all. At least not to your husband. So Loki did what Loki did best.
He tightened the lids on all the jars and put everything on the highest shelves where you couldn't reach so you'd have to ask for help. What he forgot to do was hide the pliers and the step stool. Days passed and Loki resorted to other things. Leaving the television on all night at top volume. Leaving his underwear on the bathroom floor in front of the hamper. Leaving the toilet seat up. You kicked him out of the bedroom long ago but one night he came in anyway, laying down on his usual side. You got up, gathered your things and went to sleep in one of the many guest rooms with the door locked tight. He'd even started standing in your way in hopes of hearing a soft, 'excuse me' but you just brushed past him without a word. He told jokes, sang old Asgardian drinking songs, recited dirty limericks but you never broke. Loki did though.
He came into your room one night. You were in bed. Reading. "Y/N?"
No response.
The god of mischief fell to his knees in silent defeat. "I have endured much in my long life, my wife. But I don't think my heart could take another day of your silent anger." Loki took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, my darling. So sorry. Truly sorry. Now please…please speak to me."
You closed your book and looked at him. truly looked at him. For the first time in days. A tear escaped your husband's eye. "What would you have me say, my love?"
Loki gasped in relief, resting his forehead upon your thigh and laughed.
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#2
TW//blood, guns, kidnapping, and violence.
Reggie sat in the chair, hands tightly bound behind his back. The Ghoulies snatched him up when he was walking home from school. He didn't have to guess hard why. You, Reggie's girlfriend, had been a thorn in the Ghoulies' side since you joined the ranks of the Serpents.
For years they'd tried to get to you. Break you the way you'd broken them. They failed every time. You were too quick. Too smooth. Too dangerous. You had no weakness. And then one of the Ghoulies spotted you with Reggie at the drive in and again at Pop's.
So they took Reggie. Tied him up within one of their warehouses on the Southside and waited.
"Listen guys, I've been dating Y/N for a few months now and I've come to learn a few things about her."
"Shut up" sighed the kidnapper.
"She likes Disney movies, milkshakes, cuddles, small fluffy animals and stealing my hoodies."
"We don't care!"
" I also learned that quickest way to her heart is through her stomach."
"Dude, shut up."
"I've also learned that you don't touch what's hers. And I am hers. So you should probably do yourself a favor and let me go before she gets here."
One of the kidnappers rose from his seat near the door. "What you are is whipped. Now shut up or I'm going to shove that ugly fucking letterman jacket down your stupid throat."
There was a sound of gunshots. Blood splattered. The ghoulie fell to the ground, clutching his bloodied knee. Reggie didn't even flinch. One by one the ghoulies screamed, hitting the floor. Their blood painting the floor of their beloved warehouse crimson.
Reggie sighed as you sauntered into view. A gun in each hand. He shrugged his shoulders. "I tried to tell you."
You crouched down in front of him, tucking the firearms into the holsters beneath your Serpent jacket. "Are you okay?" you whispered, searching him for bruises or cuts. But he seemed to be fine. He didn't have a scratch on him.
"Fine. Hungry."
You laughed making quick work of untying him. "You're not mad? This is kind of my fault."
Reggie chuckled as he stood. "Nah. The only way I'd be mad is if you hadn't come and got me."
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#1
You packed up the last of your things and started for the elevator. You were so tired you could barely stand. Everything hurt. A small price to pay for training with the Titans.
"Hey, you headed out?"
You turned. It was Dick.
"Yeah," you smiled.
"It's kinda late don't you think?"
You checked your phone. 9:30 p.m. "Not really," you frowned.
Dick shoved his hands in his pockets. "You know they say crime never sleeps, right?"
"Maybe not in Gotham," you teased.
"Not anywhere," he replied. All business.
"What are you trying to say?"
He shrugged his shoulders, cheeks going slightly pink. "Nothing. Nothing at all it's just… I don't think I'd be able to take it if something happened to you, Y/N."
"You wanna walk me home?" you guessed.
"I want you to move in with us."
Your jaw dropped. "Because the city isn't safe?"
"Because you're here all the time anyway and you're practically a Titan already." He paused. Taking a deep breath. "Because I like you and I want you here. With me."
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I posted 15,496 times in 2021
94 posts created (1%)
15402 posts reblogged (99%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 163.9 posts.
I added 3,568 tags in 2021
#noise - 1167 posts
#beetlejuice - 651 posts
#lost boys - 431 posts
#dc - 282 posts
#slasher - 236 posts
#xm - 229 posts
#hot people - 179 posts
#aboutme - 144 posts
#bill and ted - 129 posts
#yeah - 120 posts
Longest Tag: 140 characters
#going to end up running into him on a trip back home. like hey man! did u know weve been night dating for years! dont look me in the eye pls
My Top Posts in 2021
#5
bill and teds excellent adventure but alex winters crop top progressively gets shorter each scene
177 notes • Posted 2021-07-31 07:55:47 GMT
#4
no offense but if I was a vampire and met Guillermo de la Cruz I would simply make him my immortal sugar baby. Nandor is stupid
213 notes • Posted 2021-10-09 08:09:18 GMT
#3
its like.. cat energy dog energy
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#2
honestly beetlejuice has it so good in all these x reader fics. y/n is just like "yeah how about you come live in my house and sleep in my bed and eat the food in my fridge. in return all you have to do is keep being annoying bc I like it. I will pet ur hair now." like BRO
295 notes • Posted 2021-06-15 19:08:14 GMT
#1
david lostboys is like "I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking boyfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad"
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I’m back with a brand new patreon and a brand new novel!
Hey everyone. I know I haven’t been much of a presence here in a long time, but I’ve finally made a comeback with a debut for my new patreon page featuring the first chapter of my novel available for free!
As much as I dislike asking, it would be a huge help if you could reblog and share this with your friends and followers. I’ve got a book to publish and stuff.
But I’m not going to just leave you hanging!
Here’s the synopsis:
"Margrave" is the beginning of a series following 25-year-old twins Cassandra and Alex von Rhein. In this fusion of urban and high fantasy, Cass and Alex are the youngest members of an ancient inhuman family made into nigh-immortal beings through the use of stolen divine artifacts, the meddling of mad fallen angels, and literal deals with the Devil.
On the outside, their lives appear idyllic. Born in an immense extra-dimensional city known as the Zitadelle von Rhein, Cassandra and Alex were first brought up in a fantastical place modeled to suit the strangely-fond and twisted memories of fallen angels cast out from Heaven after Lucifer's defiance in Eden.
But there's a price to paradise.
Having spent much of their lives masquerading among mankind and traveling the world with their strange and willful mother, or with their two fathers - Henry, and the devil known as Bune - Cassandra and Alex gradually come to the realization that the life they knew within the Zitadelle is far from anything heavenly. In time, their tolerance for the horrible secrets within their hidden society wanes, and the twins do the unthinkable.
They run.
What makes "Margrave" different?
"Margrave" isn't merely a story about youthful rebellion against convention. It contains a wide variety of folklore, legend, and myth spanning multiple cultures and traditions, including creatures and cultures of my own making among some special names you may recognize. The book also tackles such issues as LGBT+ representation without queerbaiting, mental illness, polyamorous themes, asexual representation, the fallout of abuse and trauma, and the grim reality of defying familial tradition and loyalty at the cost of being ostracized by the ones we love most.
The series includes a cast of colorful characters of different races and creeds, both real and fantastical, and delves into the realm of how losing the love of family can lead to discovering an entirely new one comprised of devoted friends and confidants. Even if some of them can't be altogether trusted...
"Margrave" and its associated content is an adult series. Not only does it include graphic sexual content, but it also contains other potentially-jarring and upsetting themes. Murder, political intrigue, and the terrors of choosing one potential subjugator over another abound. The twins fancy themselves very grown-up at 25, but the choices they come to make prove that they still have a lot to learn about more than just one very slippery world.
Alright, what else have you got?
This patreon, as I mentioned above, will also play host to other projects and works I've already written and will continue to write in the future. "Margrave" is not my first novel. In the dusty back room of my GDocs folder lie the manuscripts of two novels in a progenitor series that I wrote almost 10 years ago when I was 18 called "The Heathen Flame" series. I have some loose plans to eventually go back to those manuscripts and polish them up and release them for those interested in seeing how the story of Cassandra and Alex got started and came to evolve into "Margrave".
Further, I have been working extensively on a side-project with a very dear and magnificently-skilled friend of mine. The work she and I have done together started off as a bit of a playful lark, but gradually morphed into an enormous exercise in world-building that touches on aspects of the "Margrave" universe and characters that I couldn't really explore in the canon novel, and may not be able to for some time. Because the project began after I completed the "Margrave" manuscript, I can't yet release our joint project, as it takes place late in the chronology of the canon story and would be incredibly confusing to follow along without "Margrave" being fully released for reference. Until then, I'm leaving the subject of the story and my mysterious co-author blank. Stay tuned~
I will also be releasing writing tips and guides along with my creative writing for anyone who is interested in pursuing the craft and would like to learn some of my tricks and methods. Patrons are also free to make requests if there's anything in particular they want to know.
Patrons of a certain tier and above will also be given the opportunity to request/vote on potential one-shots (smutty or otherwise) and tidbits as standalone pieces complementary to the series at large!
"Hold on. Do I recognize you from somewhere...?"
If my name and work seems familiar to you, then you've caught me. I was at one time the co-author of a series of webcomics with an artist named DoubleThickCustard. We no longer work together anymore due to creative and personal differences, but while we were working together, we produced the webcomic series "Galdranorn and the Fury" and "Two Kings", which can still be found on sites like tapastic.com. Feel free to check them out!
Former fan? Don't lose heart! The "Margrave" universe was structured on my contribution to the work I did with my former partner, and I retain the intellectual rights to the places, characters, and general structure that I was responsible for creating. Familiar faces and places that I created for our old series are set to be reborn!
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I HAVE ACCEPTED YOUR CHALLENGE I WILL ASK OF NICO AND FINNER AND ALEX AND LOGAN AND NOAH I ALREADY KNOW ABOUT WORMWOOD BUT TALK ABOUT HIM TOO
be ready to create a loooong post
Ok, this got STUPID long and its just a backstory for one dude so Im just gonna reblog w/story for everyone.
Nico was a teenager with a babyface who lived and worked in a dinky little car repair shop. When the cash for that wasn’t enough, he would do street racing for a bit of extra cash. Then, Nico met a well off girl and fell in something like love, but unfortunately there was a magical asshole running around infecting kids with dark magic apathy curse that the girl (her name is mara) is resistant to. They survive and stop the town specific apathy zombie apocalypse and Mara’s older brother probably, who I think is a cop busts nico for street racing (mostly bc he caught wind of Nico dating his sister instead of the racing) and gets sentenced to county jail. (Some of this might not be plausible, but listen. I made these guys when I was like 12 or 13 while listening to a FOB album, and I still love em.) Nico meets another weird teenager, and Mara magics the keys to Nico and him and the stranger break out. They steal a cop car (and end up in a car chase). The weird kid is magic, and takes to chucking fireballs at the police. Nico is now a wanted criminal. The weird kid happens to be a part of a magical semi-underworld that he really talks up, and Mara is taken in by his (obvious lies) promises of better mastery over magic. Nico grills them and turns out whoops, they’re a bunch of teens that were basically adopted after being fucked up by mystical happenstance into a thinly streched orginization that keeps this shit from happening to more kids because the magical bigwigs that are aware of the problem do fuckall about it. This is getting long so Im gonna summarize; Nico becomes immortal and emotionally distant from Mara, he saves a vampire gurl from herself/murdering her family out of hunger, and a really bad breakup/really cool magic battle.
And thats just the backstory. Highlights from more of his life are him, 40 years later, finding that vampire girl he helped at a bar for immortals and semi immortals and dating eachother for kicks whick quickly becomes forever, rescuing eachother from several govt facilities, occasionally passing half a century by living a toothachingly domestic life (like wandavision without the creepiness), them getting invited to way too many historical confrences, living out more than a couple life sentences, leading several wounded soldiers from both sides of a war to safety, maybe dicking around and making that magical teen adoption thing into a recognized charity that they’ll sometimes sneak into themselfs as charity receivers to ensure people are being treated ethically, recreating twilight 5 different times, and so, so much more. Nico outlives the universe and becomes the god of the next one before dying.
If you wanna know the specific fall out boy album, its from under the cork tree. I also kinda set the rest of his life to modern vampires of the city by vampire weekend, and the end (vamire girl dies lol) to danger days by mcr.
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Greetings! Hello! My guys, gals, and nonbinary pals! I present to you: williamvapespeare’s random list of fics for many different fandoms, a rec list for when you’re going absolutely insane and wish you could just go out or get a hug or kiss someone or literally just exist in a space where time is real and not an endless monotony of….you get it.
A fic so good it literally made me watch all of Roswell New Mexico: Wednesday’s Child by beamirang. A link to this fic showed up on my dash one day and it was reblogged by one of my favorite fic writers so I clicked on it, despite not knowing the fandom and BOY was that a good idea. It’s beautifully written - like a haze that solidifies throughout the story along with Alex’s mental state. It’s a gorgeous portrayal of love and suffering and longing and trauma. I was blown away. And then I watched the whole show this is for (which, spoiler: it’s like, a mix of actually good and good/bad) so if that doesn’t tell you something I don’t know what will.
A fic to read when you’re lonely: The Times that Try Men’s Souls by chainsaw_poet. This fic is from 2013 and I do. not. care. I will rec it now and I will rec it forever: it is SOFT. It is FRIENDSHIP. Also, it gives Joly the love he deserves!! Every character is spot on, the group dynamic is perfect, the whole thing just feels so comforting and lovely, and whenever I feel down it just warms my soul. This fic feels like a nice big Les Amis group hug for my brain and I’m all about it!
A fic for when you want to laugh: I Write Siths Not Trajedis by inkycloak. Written by my incredible, dashing, mysterious friend (and father figure), I have literally read this fic so many times and laughed out loud every time. I’ve played drinking games to this fic!! It’s a My Immortal parody about Kylo Ren ft. Kylux, snapchat filters, and shenanigans. Honestly, it’s fucking hilarious but it’s such intelligent comedy and also, the author, they KNOW Star Wars lore. It’s so on point in every way - you will live your best life reading this fic.
A fic for when you love Cal Kestis like your own son, read the Jedi Apprentice books as a kid, and would die for Commander Cody: There (and back again?) series by beamirang. This is a fic about Cody, Cal, and the Mantis crew going back in time and meeting up with teenage Obi-Wan and giving that boy the love and support he deserves. It’s a fun Star Wars romp in which all of my faves have a lot of trauma and get lots of hugs and like, honestly, it doesn’t get better than that.
An incredibly niche fic, possibly written for me personally: What life looks like from up above (and down below) by cheesethesecond. I spent most of my Christmas rewatching all of Boy Meets World and hear me out: yes, the show is very outdated, it leaves a lot to be desired. But it’s still absolutely incredible, it’s nostalgic and it manages to be a fun show while having these absolutely heartbreaking hints at things that are so so real it’s crazy to think that a kids show actually did that back then. (Also, as someone who literally studies male friendship the Shawn and Cory relationship is top tier!! The show literally points out how untoxically masculine they are on multiple occasions….and then makes it into a joke bc fuck that, but STILL.) This is an absolutely beautiful fic by one of my all-time favorite writers about Shawn Hunter kind of sort of getting parental love and, that, kids, is everything I want for him!!!!
Drop everything you’re doing and read this fic right now, please, right this instant, just go: A Change in Energy (The Force over Distance Remix Project) by kvikindi. This is a fic by probably my favorite writer on ao3, and i’m not exaggerating. It’s a full blown novel-length absolute MASTERPIECE of a Stargate Universe fic - and let me tell you guys, you don’t have to have seen any Stargate for it to be incredible. It’s beautifully written, deeply deeply intelligent - like, the writer literally created a language for this - every small detail clearly has so much thought and intent behind it; it’s truly a gift. Also, like, it has just wonderful enemies to friends to lovers banter and softness and great sex and just like, every single thing you want in any piece of fiction - this fic has it. I’ve reread this twice and every time I find something new in it. I really can’t explain how good this is with my own mortal words, you’ll just have to read it yourself.
My favorite Black Sails fic: Unaccommodated Man by kvikindi. This is a beautiful, in depth, psychological look at Thomas Hamilton and also the hands-down best FlintHamilton reunion fic I’ve ever read. It is, quite honestly, exactly what Thomas deserved. It has some of the most perfect characterization I’ve ever seen and it’s both deeply melancholy and hopeful. Read it.
A fic that feels like a dream: like a prayer for which no words exist by lipsstainedbloodred. This is an absolutely beautiful Good Omens fic that takes place in the aftermath of the apocalypse. I’ve seen a lot of these kinds of feelings being recognized and trauma being dealt with fics, but this one just stood out to me. It’s truly beautiful and the way Crowley hurts throughout it just feels so real and intangible in the most tangible way possible. It’s heartbreaking, but it’s not sad?
And finally, last but certainly not least: READ IF TRUTH IS NORTH BY LYRES DO IT do IT NOW SLOW BURN EXR ROADTRIP, GO KIDS GO IT’S THERE WAITING FOR U. (I’ve reced this so many times and also I yell at the author (another of my incredible, dashing, mysterious friends) about how cool she is all the time, but it’s still going up here because i’m still not over it!)
#fic recs#rec list#so many fandoms im sorry#i have way way more les mis fics i love#also some sw ones#these are just ones that were on my mind rn#honestly like i just love good writing and will read anything that's super well written#Les mis#Star wars#roswell new mexico#Good omens#Stargate universe#Boy meets world#Black sails
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Character Revue ( repost, don’t reblog )
NAME: April Alexandra Miller
ALIAS: Alex, Nemo, Al
AGE: 21
FAMILY: Zack Miller (brother) Frenchie Egbert (brother-in-law) Ghostie (he’s there too) Drya (younger self)
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS: Frenchie (Moirail)
Personal
RELIGIOUS BELIEF: Karmic retribution, Fate, Afterlife
SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath
VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice
PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE: To discover and study any unnatural/supernatural creatures, as well as practice home-grown magic. Beyond that, making sure that their friends/family are safe and happy
KNOWN LANGUAGES: English, hints of basic French
SECRETS: Alex does suffer from things like PTSD, fear of dogs, ADHD, anxiety, but refuses to admit that to anyone (even themself) Currently, they “edited” their memory so they don’t remember going God Tier. So it’s a secret to themself, and since they don’t know about it (and didn’t use their powers often) it’s not like anyone else would know instantly either
SAVVIES: Skilled fighter (hand to hand and knives/daggers especially), runner, sewing/patching, pie baker, potion brewer
Physical
BUILD: scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average
HEIGHT: 5′0.5″
SCARS / MARKS: Several small scratches/scars along forearms and cheeks, short and thick scar on the top of the right foot, a few deep scars around the stomach/torso, two long scars going parallel down the shoulder blades, 4 lined claw scars over the chest, 3 deeper claw scars over the left shoulder, thin, jagged scar circling the top right forearm, small scar on the forehead/hairline, left eye turns purple when extremely agitated
ABILITIES / POWERS: Flight, Conditional immortality, Telekinesis, (combative) physics and mater manipulation
RESTRICTIONS: As mentioned above, several mental problems (ADHD, Anxiety, PTSD, fear of dogs) combined with the inability to get help for these things. All above Abilities/Powers are currently locked from Alex’s conscious memory, so they don’t know that they have these powers at all
Favourites
FOOD: Pies (especially berry pies)
DRINK: Tea (Hibiscus with at least 2-3 scoops of sugar)
PIZZA TOPPING: chicken, pineapple, peppers, onions (usually not all at once)
COLOR: Forest green or a deep dark blue
MUSIC GENRE: (electro/)swing, orchestral pieces
BOOK GENRE: Fantasy, Mystery, Adventure
MOVIE GENRE: Action Adventure, Fantasy
SEASON: Spring/Fall
CURSE WORD: They don’t like to curse, but sometimes they add “bloody” to sentences, or say “damn”
SCENT(S): Fresh pine, dust and dirt, campfire, moss, very faint almost ‘metallic’ scent
Other
BOTTOM OR TOP: [REDACTED]
SINGS IN THE SHOWER: Nearly never, might hum to themself
LIKES BAD PUNS: They will be frustrated at receiving them, and overwhelmingly pleased when they manage to deliver one successfully
tagged by: precognitiveignition
tagging: I don’t know who to tag who a) hasn’t been tagged already and b) is actually online.
So if you see this, feel free to take it!
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