#shifting to garden mode

[moominsnufkin]

this year is honestly already a win because there were like 10 times more bugs hanging out in the patio dirt!!! saw a non invasive caterpillar, saw like 10-15 worms. even a small centipede. missed finding woodbugs (they like eating dead plant matter) 

#shifting to garden mode #gotta read all about plants with bulbs next #like onions or flowers

[aroacedavestrider]

hey.

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you get free unlimited breadsticks at olive garden from now on as reparations

have fun eating bread dude

^^ me and anon living the fucking dream rn

#i havent been to olive garden in such a long time i must have their soup immediately #bro they put like. crack in their fucking wedding soup i swear to god #nobody hmu im shifting into soup mode #delete later

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (XIII)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREEis here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here and this is part thirteen??? Hello??

💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off...

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

💚👻👽👻💚

…Bart doesn’t really do patience.

He doesn’t have to, so he doesn’t. Growing up in a world that wasn’t exactly real didn’t make for a real strong understanding of reality, or timing, or estimating how long something takes, or how long it would take a garden-variety human to complete a task.

He sits in the chair. He kicks his legs.

So. Bart doesn’t really do patience. When he wants to make his way through a book, it takes a few seconds to read through the whole thing at his standard pace. It’s great! Finishing the Troy Dodson series had taken ten minutes. He watched the full set of movies on quadruple-fast mode in about half an hour, and then still had the time to show up to the tower for trivia with the team that afternoon. It had been Crash!

And when—when Bart had wanted to learn how to cook, he went through half the recipes in Ma Kent’s copy of The Delights of Cooking in two days flat. And that was with missions. He even taught himself how to prepare squirrel from the back of the book! It tasted…uh, weird, sure, but that might have been his substitution of Caribbean jerk seasoning for garlic powder.

Patience is… Well, when Bart is on a mission and he has to wait for everyone to go at a human-comprehensible speed when laying out the plan of action, that’s patience. Sometimes he jumps the gun a little, maybe—but usually it all works out!

And when Bart has to wait for Barry and Wally to be free and off work for their day jobs, because they’re adults with real world things they have to do and Bart’s just—well, he’s—he tries to be patient! And he distracts himself with other things, and he takes the time to explore the world and get in new experiences he couldn’t have before in his own little virtual world, and he tries new things, and he eats new foods, and then Wally or Barry shoot him a text or ring him up and then he’s back in town in seconds anyway!

…But there isn’t a way to speed this along.

The doctor with the cute cat lanyard and Wonder Woman both have been trying to explain to Bart how bad the damage is. But Bart can tell. He has eyes.

His friend is physical now, but he’s not…right. His face is caved in, like someone hit him really really hard, or someone gouged out the whole front face of his skull—Bart can’t see any red matter, but that’s because of the pulsing green sheath that’s covered all of his friend’s open injuries.

And there’s a lot of green.

That means he’s super injured. Bart can see most of his glowing green not-face through the window of the metal tube his friend is sleeping in.

It’s not just his missing face, his crooked jaw, or his barely-moving chest, or his green-soaked fingers anyway; there’s open pits in his chest, slathered in green goo that shifts when he breathes and glows just a little in the odd light of the medical wing, lumpy and half-scarred from stitches that were sloppily applied. Utilitarian.

Tim told Bart that the sutures were probably meant more to prevent extra clean-up in a lab setting than to keep Bart’s friend alive.

…Bart doesn’t really want to think about that.

There are lime-tinged scrapes and scars across and around his friend's hands and up his arms, verdant-veined legs that aren’t exactly the right shape and orientation legs should be, crevasses in his stomach, his chest, against his collarbone, and the clawed-out pit where a face should be.

All green. So green. Like grass… Like the Earth, when Bart comes home from space.

It’s scary. It’s frightening.

Wonder Woman gave Bart a hug and said it would be okay when the Medical team started to apply white-swathed casts around misaligned legs, and Bart almost cried. The medical team thinks the green is his friend’s body working on healing him. That Bart’s friend will be okay.

Bart lets everyone say comforting things, because it’s kind when everybody’s kind. But Bart’s been an experiment in healing the unhealable and he knows as much as anyone else does that there’s simply no way to know if his friend will be okay.

But his friend isn’t alone like he was. Bart makes sure of it.

So he sits at his friend’s bedside, eats a granola bar, kicks his feet in the stiff chair Medical had to offer him, and Bart practices his patience.

By the end of this, he might even be good at it.

#Medical is just holding a bunch of clip boards with question marks on them #“So...what temperature is he meant to be???” #“uh” #“hm.” #“The green stuff is...part of him. Right?” “...yeah? Maybe?” #We got ONE partially-formed teenager!! #sure he's missing a lot of his face. Oh well! #dp x dc #danny phantom #tw gore #tw body horror #health and hybrids #dcu crossover #cryptid!au #dpxdc #dcxdp

[beingsuneone]

Tragedy

PART ONE | PART TWO

SYNOPSIS: You hadn’t lived in the Spring Court for a long time, not since the Night Court murdered your entire family except yourself and your brother, Tamlin. You don’t think about it much, except when you argue with Rhysand, when it becomes a threat. You always promise him that you’re sick of him and you’re going to return to Spring but you never do. Until you do.

FANDOM: A Court Of Thorns And Roses

PAIRING(S): Rhysand x Tamlin’s Sister!Fem!Reader

RATING: G

CHARACTERS MENTIONED: Cassian, Azriel, Tamlin, Mor, Amren

GENRE/AU: Pre-Amarantha/cusp of, some fluff, some angst, Lost Royalty Au (Tamlin’s lost Sister)

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

WARNINGS: Physical Violence (thanks Tam), mentions of arguments. LITERAL PHYSICAL ABUSE. TAMLIN SLAPS YOU.

A/N: the dividers looks best on dark mode, also dividers and header made my me :) also, this is both the first thing I’ve finished and the first fic I’ve posted since last year!! (My old fics aren’t up anymore) I reeeallly wanna write a pt 2.

DEDICATIONS: n/a

CREDITS: n/a

The snow crunches softly under your feet, which are already halfway to freezing and you’re only fifty paces outside of the townhouse.

You’d just had another fight with Rhysand and had threatened— for the millionth time— that you were going to return to Spring Court and live with your brother, Tamlin. The only member of your blood family still alive.

Both Rhysand and yourself know it’s not true. You’ve never made it down the first street in Velaris before you’re crawling back and begging Rhysand to forgive you. (Or visca versa)

Partly because you love him and largely because you’re terrified to return to Spring, No matter how petty your pride wishes to be.

When you were a young Fae, you had gone for a walk in the garden with your guard; It was late at night and you had been up due to nightmares. However, when you got closer to the Manor in Spring you heard a distinct scream and several loud noises, and your guard had immediately herded you as far as he could from the manor. All the way out of spring, and through the wall.

There, you were shunned by humans, and hunted by many; until a small family took you in, not caring about your pointy ears or inhuman beauty. They didn’t mind the flowers you magicked into existence or how you made their human babies laugh by shape-shifting. You were never dangerous to them, so they protected you until the day they died.

That was the day you returned to Prythian, mourning the loss of the only real family you had ever known.

Eventually you ended up in Night Court, wandering aimlessly around the vast nothingness of the court; you wondered why such a large and powerful court would seem to have almost no Fae in it— or even civilizations, for that matter. All you could see for miles and miles was mountains, trees, grass… anything in nature but no Fae.

You settled into a cave on the side of a cliff and foraged whatever food you could find. It wasn’t much but it kept you alive.

Until one day, a large winged man at the entrance of the cave, scared the ever-loving shit out of you.

“Oh- my Cauldron!” You had exclaimed, staring at who you now know to be Cassian.

He had given you a weird look and rudely remarked. “You’re awfully small for a Fae.” Then he amended, “although Amren is much smaller.”

You hadn’t known who Amren was, or what in the world he was talking about. “Who are you?” You asked him skeptically.

Cassian had opened his mouth to reply but then Rhysand walked through the door.

“I feel we should be asking you the same question.” He said smoothly. You had been immediately taken by him, his Deep Purple eyes and shadowy aura.

So much so, you almost hadn’t noticed the Mating Bond snapping into place.

Your eyes widened and one of his twitched as his cool expression dropped a moment. Rhysand, as good as he is at masks, wiped his emotions from his face a moment later.

He said, “Why don't you come along with us and tell us along the way.” He had paused and looked you up and down. “Certainly, it will be better than staying in this cave?”

You had just stumbled to your feet and nodded, taking Rhysand’s hand when he had extended to you.

That’s the moment that breaks you every time, what makes you turn right back around into Rhysand’s arms.

You remind yourself that he’s been with you for centuries now and he’s helped you heal more than you ever could on your own.

He’s the one who told you, despite his history with your family, that Tamlin was still alive; he was honest about his Family’s and his involvement in your family’s murder.

It had been hard not to hold it against him but you eventually forgave the man he is, not the kid he used to be. Besides, Spring had killed his family first, so, you supposed it had become an even playing field.

“Love,” Rhysand’s voice comes from behind you. “Please come back, I’m sorry.”

You turn around slowly, your eyes stinging with tears that threaten to flow. “Why do I do this every time?”

He sighs, and gently laces his fingers with yours. “We don’t think rationally when we’re arguing, Darling. It’s okay,” He pulls you closer and you feel yourself relax.

“Besides,” he continues. “I think you should go visit your brother— as much as I hate the thought of it.”

You pull back and look up at him. “Surely, he can’t have grown to be that terrible, Rhysand, he was a good brother when I left.” You think back to before you’d left but it’s so long ago it feels a bit blurry and out-of-reach. “Maybe inattentive but certainly not mean.”

Rhysand looks into your eyes, there’s an emotion loaded in his that you don’t take the time to decipher it because you aren’t sure you want to know. “My personal feelings skew how I see him, Darling, you have to see for yourself.” He pushes a stand of hair out of your face, and gently kisses your forehead. “Maybe it will be different with his own sister.”

You rest your forehead on his chest and he wraps his arms around your waist.

“Can we go back inside now?” You ask quietly. “My feet are freezing.”

Rhysand just chuckles and disconnects from you, save for taking one of your hands and leading you back towards the townhouse. “My love, next time you threaten to run away, please wear a coat and proper shoes.” He says playfully, flashes you a teasing smile.

You mock-glare at him, but can’t stop the smile that spreads on your face. “No, actually, I think I’d quite like to freeze to death before I ever make it out of Night.”

“Of course you would.”

…..

“How far you make it this time?” Cassian smiles when you and Rhysand walk in the door, Azriel is already building a fire and Mor is smiling brightly in a chair in front of the budding flame. Amren is sitting in one of the other chairs grumbling about the lack of good blood to drink or something— you loved her but she’d always confused you.

“Didn’t make it down the block.” Rhysand says back to Cassian, before he sits you down in front of the fire to warm up.

You shrug him off, not needing him to baby you. “Knock it off, Cassian.” You say roughly, not actually mad but feeling even colder now that you’re in a warm space. You turn your head back to Rhysand, who's already leaning on a wall across the room. “And you, Mister Automatic-Heater, come back here.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He says as Mor snickers at you. Rhysand sits down next to you and pulls you into him, using his magic to warm you up. You both know the fire never works fast enough.

You sit there for a long time, just lost in Rhysand’s presence, long enough that the others clear the room and go off to do their own things.

It’s only when everyone is finally out of earshot that Rhysand leans down, brushes his lips against the shell of your ear and whispers, “I love you, darling.”

You shiver and turn your head to face him before you place a kiss on his cheek and whisper back, “I love you more.”

“Impossible.” He shakes his head, pulling your face upwards, with two fingers under your jaw and his thumb under your chin.

You reach a hand over his and brush his hair out of his face, before you push his arm down and settle your hand on his cheek.

Then, you press your lips to his.

…..

“Okay,” Rhysand sighs, you know he’s nervous about leaving you here. “I probably shouldn’t enter Spring, so I’ll wait here. Use the bond if you need me, please.”

You place a hand on his cheek, and get closer to him. “Rhysand, I promise you, I’ll be okay.” You swipe your thumb soothingly on his cheeks. “I have to do this.”

He nods, placing his own hand over yours, while nuzzling into your hand. “I know, my love, you can absolutely handle yourself.” He pulls back, and gives you a reassuring smile. “Alright, go.”

You nod your head once and walk over the border to Spring; before you take another step, you turn back. “I love you, Rhysand.” You say, assuredly. The words have more weight to them than normal, like you’re trying to convince both yourself and Rhysand that everything is going be alright.

Luckily, the Manor rests right on one of the edges of spring, so it’s easy to find after all this time.

After a few minutes, you reach the front gates. A guard tilts his spear into your path so you have to stop.

“What is your business here?” He says gruffly.

You straighten your back and try to find the most regal parts of yourself. “I am Y/N of spring court, High Lord, Tamlin’s sister.” You're sure you said it so demandingly that he’d just let you in but the guard just looks you up and down.

“Spring Court High Fae… In Night Court Clothes?” He shakes his head. “Plus our Y/N died several Centuries ago.”

You sigh. “I don’t need to convince you, I just need to speak to Tamlin. Please.”

The guard stamps his spear, as if to tell you to go away.

So, you pull out your last playing card. “Okay, Fine. As the High Lady of the Night Court, I demand a meeting with your High Lord.” You pause. “Unless you’d like to directly deny both myself and my High Lord?”

This sends the guard into a tizzy. He opens the gate and leads you inside. He abandons you there though, and leaves you with a red-haired man.

“Who are you?” You ask.

He raises an eyebrow. “I am Lucien. Who are you, and how did you convince the guard to let you in?”

You straighten up once again. “I am Tamlin’s sister, Y/n.”

He looks you up and down and gives you a ‘you’re joking, right?’ Look. “You’re in Night Court clothes.”

You throw your arms in the air and let them fall back down. “Yes, thank you for stating the obvious. Obviously, I believed all my family to be dead and sought a home elsewhere.”

“In the Night Court. The home of the people who killed your family.” His voice is flat.

“I ended up there, but it is not where I originally went. My personal guard, Claude, took me to the human world to keep me safe from the previous High Lord of the Night Court. He was hunted down for being Fae.” You stop, feeling the annoyance bubbling under your skin; still, Lucien looks as though you’ve just spun an elaborate story. “Just let me see Tamlin, he will recognize me.”

Lucien doesn’t move.

You continue. “Do not make me use my status again please.”

This catches his attention. “What status? because if you really are from Spring Court, you certainly don’t have any.”

Rolling your eyes, you pull out the ‘High Lady’ card, once again. “If you must know, and I’d much prefer you leave me to tell this to Tamlin, but I am the High Lady of the Night Court, and that is how I got inside.” You stare at him for a moment. “Can I see my brother now, or must I find him myself?”

Lucien practically scoffs at this point. “Now I really don’t believe you. It’s unbelievable enough that Tamlin’s sister would live in Night Court but, High Lady? That is not even a real title.”

You are really starting to get annoyed. “Okay, well, first, I didn’t even know that Night Court was the one to kill my family until I’d already met Rhysand, and second, we’re mates! I don’t really get to choose that, do I?”

You’re about to say something else but you stop. “Why in the world am I arguing with you. I don’t even know you. Where is Tamlin?”

“I’m right here.” A new voice enters the conversation; it’s deep but familiar, and there’s a new edge to it that makes your skin crawl.

When you turn to face him, he stops in his tracks. His eyes widen a fraction, and his lips purse.

“Y/n?” He says, taking a tentative step towards you. “Is that you?”

You sigh in relief. “Yes, it is. Although I’ve had a hard time convincing everyone else of that.” You close the gap between yourself and your brother and hug him.

“I thought you were dead.” He says quietly. “We never found your body. I assumed the awful Night Court took your body just as our father took their wings.”

You freeze at the mention of the wings. They are Rhysand’s Mother’s and Sister’s wings. Then Tamlin seems to notice my attire. The air turns cold, a power you thought only Rhysand and maybe the Winter Court possessed.

“Why are you wearing Night Court clothes?” He says, tugging on your sleeve. You pull away from him, just a few paces.

“When I escaped,” you start, feeling inexplicably nervous as Tamlin stares down at you. “Claude took me to the human world. I lived there for at least a century before my human family died and I came back here.” You stop, gauging his reaction. “Then, I assumed everyone else had died that night and couldn’t bear to come back to spring, So…. I just walked, and walked, and— you get the point.

“Eventually I ended up in the Night Court and I lived in a cave for a long time before Rhysand found me and—”

Tamlin cuts you off. “Rhysand? Why do you talk about him with so much familiarity?” His teeth grind and he looks positively fuming. “You do know that he’s the reason our family is dead, right?”

“Well, yes, but—”

“You would betray our family like this and become part of the Court who caused our demise?”

“No, Tamlin—”

He turns his face away from you, his fists clenched. “No sister of mine would behave this way.”

Your mouth drops open, but you snap it shut. “Tamlin, when I met Rhysand, I didn’t know who killed our family.” You explain calmly. “I was just a starving woman, living in a Night Court cave.”

He glares down at you, an air of superiority hanging around his head. “And how did you learn that it was Night Court? Who killed them?”

You take a deep breath. “He told me. Honestly, truthfully, he simply told me.” You stretch your shoulders nervously, and prepare to tell him that thing that you suppose will anger him most.

It's a reasonable reaction, you think; after all, if you’d been in his place, you’d be plenty angry that your sister was conversing with people who killed your entire family.

Before you can get out though, Tamlin speaks again. “You will come live in Spring with me.” It’s not a question, he is telling you what you must do.

Your eyes soften. “I cannot do that.”

“You can and you will.” Tamlin says with a finality in his voice.

You give him a pointed look now and reiterate, “No, I cannot and I will not.” A tug on the bond pulls your attention away briefly, and you realize how sick with worry Rhysand must be. You tug back to reassure him. “Tamlin, I live in the Night Court, that is my home.”

You know sugar coating your situation will not help, but based on his reactions, it’s becoming hard to get out.

“This will be your home again.” He says it so plainly, and though he tries to leave no room for argument, you know that you must argue.

“I’m the High Lady of the Night Court, Tamlin. This cannot ever be my home again.” You say sternly.

He falls quiet and unmoving for just a moment before he explodes.

“Not only have you been cohorting with our enemies, but you have married the worst one of them all?” He roars, you haven’t heard someone yell at you so thoroughly for a very long time. Even when you argue, Rhysand never yells.

“Rhysand is not a bad man, Tamlin, no matter what you may think!” You snap back.

It takes you a moment to register what happens next, but, before you can, you're on the floor and your cheek has a harsh sting.

When you compose yourself and realize what happens, you whisper. “Rhysand was right about you.”

His face goes red once more but he just releases a strained breath and spits, “High Lady’s do not exist, no matter what he tells you, dear sister.” Then with the meanest sneer you’ve ever seen in your life, he says, “Do not come crawling back to me when your life falls into shambles.”

You rise to your feet, dust off your pants, and try to retain your composure. “You are not the brother I remember, Tamlin.” Then, you turn and begin walking to the door. “In fact, I am not sure you are that brother at all.”

The manor’s door shut behind you and you tredge back to Spring’s edge where you know Rhysand’s comforting arms will be waiting.

You see him before he sees you, but his jaw clenches as soon as he does.

“What did he do to you.” He says it so flatly it doesn’t sound like a question; he closes the distance between you two and runs his thumb over what you assume is a mark on your face.

You try to make light of the situation to hold back the tears that are gathering in your eyes. “Things got a bit physical.” You amend, “on his end, at least.”

Rhysand does not appreciate the joke. “I should’ve gone with you, he never would have tried anything in front of me.”

You shrug. “I suppose that shows the kind of man he is.”

Rhysand turns your cheeks to get a better look at the mark. “No, Darling, I think this does.”

He lets his hand fall from your face, and so you wrap your arms around his waist, burying your stinging face in his chest. “You were right, Rhys. I should have listened to you.”

You can feel him shake his head. “No, you needed to see for yourself; I should’ve been there to prevent the worst of it.”

You pull away from him and look back towards the Manor. You spot Tamlin watching the two of you from a balcony, but you are far enough away, you can’t make out his expression.

Rhysand stares back, a silent promise for retribution, one way or another.

“Can we please just go home?” You tug on Rhysand’s sleeve. “I want to rid my mind of this interaction.”

He looks back down at you and smiles tenderly. “Of course, my love.”

…..

You had fallen down into your shared bed with Rhysand and let the tears silently fall while Rhysand goes off to do whatever it is he needs to do.

You had told him you wanted a minute alone; after probably only ten minutes you had drifted off to sleep.

Now, you’re being shaken awake by Mor.

“Y/n, wake up.” She sounds panicked so you shoot up.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” You say, as your heart pounds, every fear you’ve ever had races through your mind.

She looks deep into your eyes. “We can’t leave Velaris,” her expression reflects sorrow. “And Rhysand is gone.”

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[daydream-cement]

The Depths of Hell

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Chased through the mazes of hell.

Author's Note: This is the second week of Spooky Season with @alexusonfire!!!! The prompt is monsters!! I really wanted this to be scary, but I've never really written anything scary before so I hope this is a good first attempt :D

You must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. Over the course of an afternoon, you had been enjoying the local botanic gardens. As you rounded a corner of the hedge, you had expected to see a water feature according to the map in your hand. There was no water feature, rather there was a large dark sculpture that seemed to resemble a twisted up snake. 

You continue between the hedgerows towards the sculpture, glancing down at your map to see where you had lost your way.  

An eerie feeling overwhelmed you. 

The overwhelming urge to check your surroundings took over, causing your head to swivel about as you searched for the source of your unease. There was a shutter of leaves and the path you had been walking on was gone - shrubs now created a wall preventing you from turning back. 

The faint buzzing of fear tinged at the base of your skull, but you kept walking towards the statue in hopes of finding a way out. You were caught off guard by how dark your surroundings had gotten. Was it really that late into the evening already?

The snake was deep black in color with sharp scales that glittered in a way that made it seem as if it was shifting back and forth ever so slightly. 

A rustle of leaves. The snapping of a twig. You jerked your head around, searching for the source of the sounds, but you found nothing. You turned back to the sculpture, and soon you were unable to look away. You studied it for a long while, walking around its base, but far too fearful to reach out and touch it.

A snarl drew you from your trance-like state.

You spun around to see a creature cocking its head at you. It spoke in a language you couldn’t understand, but its presence was threatening to say the least.

When it took a step towards you, you took a step back. Then it took another with you backing up in response. Your back hit ran up against something before a growl resounded. Spinning around you saw another creature, perhaps uglier than the first. 

Your heart began to beat faster as you quickly realized you were surrounded. The creature closest to you made a move to grab you, but thankfully you were quick enough to dodge its attempt. You fell into fight or flight mode and picked flight without hesitation. 

You dodged the beast's second attempt to grab you, falling to the ground when you did. You scrambled off towards an opening in the hedge, finding your footing as both of the creatures started after you.

With each turn you seemed to run into more beasts, diving past them only for them to join the pack of most trailing after you.

You ran and ran, glancing back over your shoulder periodically at the monstrous creatures following you. They were easily six feet tall with horns and claws. Their faces filled you with horror as they looked to be an odd amalgamation of a boar, human, and a toad. 

You couldn’t understand why you were being chased. You didn’t know what they wanted. You watched them gain on you, their longer strides making it incredibly easy for them to get closer and closer. Not looking where you were going, made you stumble. You recovered quickly, hands brushing against the grass as you pulled yourself into an upright position. 

You sprinted until your legs ached. Your heart beating in your ears. Your body was screaming for you to find safety. 

You made so many turns that everything began to look the same. Escape felt utterly hopeless.

You rounded a corner quickly, your shirt brushing against the leaves and the branches scratching against your shoulder. You hear the monsters shrieking and braying as they krept closer. Their claws snagged at your clothes as they tried to pull you back to them. You wanted to turn to look back and see how close they had gotten, but you needed to round another corner first. 

When you did, you made it two strides before colliding with something. You fell to the ground and scrambled around the object that sent you to the ground. The snarling and growling of the creatures immediately went silent. You draw your knees to your chest and squeeze your eyes shut, hoping if you held your breath and made no sounds, the monsters would forget you entirely. 

“What is the meaning of this?” A voice called from

above you. You chose not to respond, hoping whoever it was had directed their words at the creatures.

“My lord… That… human was wandering your gardens.” A gravelly voice responded, causing chills to prick up across your arms. 

“You think I hadn’t known? Off with you! You terrified this child half to death.” The being hissed. There was a stillness as you waited for the monsters to slink away, then came a hand on your shoulder. “They won’t hurt you, lamb.”

The voice sounded nice and gentle, but after everything you had experienced, you were still unsure of trusting whoever this was. You had to force yourself to lift your chin and glance up to the being speaking. Your eyes were met with a beautiful face framed by perfect curls.

“Did they hurt you?”

You shake your head, taking the moment of perceived safety to register the beings full height. They were taller than anyone you’d ever seen, and they had wings. Great big wings that looked most magnificent, but you inherently longed to see them all stretched out. 

“Stand for me, lamb. Let me look at you.” The being took you by the forearm, and displayed their great strength by pulling you to your feet with one arm. Their hand remained on your arm as they surveyed you. “I am known by many names, but you may call me, Lucifer.”

“Like the-”

“Devil? Yes, pet. Now, how did you get into my maze?”

“I-I took the wrong turn…” You sputtered, eyes glued to their divine face.

“Happens to the best of us, I suppose. Would you care to accompany me on my walk?”

“You want to walk… with me?”

“Yes.” Lucifer answered plainly, taking your hand in theirs as a wing slowly expanded around you. Curiously you turned your head and watched the wing shield you. Through all of the terror you had experienced today, the protective wing around you made you smile.

“How am I supposed to get home?”

“Why don’t we discuss that after our walk, darling?”

Taglist: @charymobile, @bri-sonat, @opheliauniverse, @enchantressb, @renravens, @whenyouhaveanobsession, @scream-queenlover, @shyladyfan, @rubberduckiesbathing, @peanutbutterprincess, @larissaoftarthweems, @lvinhs, @myzzjolanda, @principal-weems09, @imlike-so-gaydude, @emilynissangtr, @xuukoo, @brienneswife, @dumbasslesbi, @oculusalien, @sweetderacine, @giogwensversion, @milciak, @gela123, @thevillagegay, @katiemcgrathsbitch1, @naomi-m3ndez, @mysaviorfalsegod, @salems-spaghettios, @imgayforwoman69, @bychrissi, @h-doodles, @alexusonfire, @weemssapphic, @lilfartbox1, @mountain-bikingwitch, @willowshadenox, @aemilia19, @mommyslittlebaby, @agathaandgwenslesbian, @gay-frogs08        

#lucifer morningstar (sandman) x reader #gwendoline christie #fanfic #lucifer morningstar (sandman) #the sandman #gwen christie #its supposed to be scary #but its me we are talking about so it probably isnt

[dead-lights]

portraits of the vatore siblings [in-game wall art]

I'm having a lot of fun putting the Vatores in period clothes, so I made some renders of them dressed up in 1890s-1940s clothing and threw them into that big frame from Vampires.

download [sfs]

This was a pretty big project: 3 cc wall art pieces covering 6 decades of fashion with 12 separate outfits, which resulted in 18 individual renders and 144 total swatches. Also, the frame itself is huge. I prefer them sized down (shift + [ in buy mode) but they are 100% the type to own larger-than-life portraits of themselves.

My hc is that the Vatores were born in the late 1930s/early 1940s, so imo they aren't actually old enough to have worn any of these clothes when they were first in style. I think they dressed up like it’s old times and took a buncha pictures just to confuse people trying to figure out how old they really are. Sibling bonding!

Included below are all 18 renders, with cc and full color below the cut.

1890s

1900s

1910s

1920s

1930s

1940s

I'm a little obsessed with Lilith's 1940s look ngl

lilith

1890s

hair: granny bun by @saurusness

hat: fine feathered hat by @gilded-ghosts

earrings: rose in the garden earrings by @rustys-cc

dress: the ida dress by retro-pixels (direct link)

pose: from mademoiselle by @blackpanda-ts4

1900s

hat: striped bow hat by @lilis-palace

hair: bertha by @buzzardly28

earrings: arthur earrings by @yakfarm

outfit: dress: edwardian huntress dress by @elfdor

pose: also from mademoiselle

1910s

hair and flower accessory: gibson curl updo by @the-melancholy-maiden

earrings: arthur earrings by yakfarm

dress: rose lunch dress by @happylifesims

pose: also from mademoiselle

1920s

hair: maxie by @raindropsoncowplants

lipstick: clara by @chere-indolente

dress: 1920s evening dress 06 by happylifesims

pose: from the louise brooks posepack

1930s

hair: gigi by @simadelics

coat: 1930s female coat 02 by happylifesims

pose: from barstool poses ii by @katverse

1940s

hair & dress from forties film noir by gilded-ghosts

pose: from monday poses by @ratboysims

caleb

1890

hat: 1920s top hat by happylifesims

1900

outfit: men's casual edwardian suit by @historicalsimslife

hat: 1920s bowler hat by happylifesims

1910

hat: 1920s fedora hat by happylifesims

1920

hat/coat: dmitri hat & coat by happylifesims

1930

fedora shape no. 2 by happylifesims

1930s male trench coat 01 by happylifesims

1940

hat: fedora shape no. 1 by happylifesims

suit: paper, ink, & sorrow suit by @anachrosims

sibling poses

jane austen poses by @atashi77 (both 1890)

model poses 32 (lilith 1900, 1920, 1930, 1940) and male poses 11 (caleb 1900, 1910, 1920, 1930, 1940) by @helgatisha

edwardian socialite by @funkyllama (lilith 1910)

@occult-cc-finds

#lilith vatore #caleb vatore #ts4cc #ts4 cc #ts4 buy #ts4 lookbook #ts4 vampires #ts4 wall art #ts4 decor #ts4 historical #ts4 premades #dead-lights cc #deadit #ts4 victorian #ts4 edwardian

[lucydillu]

🎶How the gentle wind, Beckons through the leaves, As autumn colours fall.🎶

-Over the Garden Wall

It's finally starting to feel like Autumn here in the UK and you know what that means.. Cozy jumpers, pumpkin spice everything and revisiting all my fav Fall themed media. I'm talking NITW, Gravity Falls and of course Over the Garden Wall. Such a weird and wonderful little series(and genuinely unsettling at times!)

Perfect to help me shift into Halloween mode. Roll on October! 🎃

#illustration #my art #artists on tumblr #illustrators on tumblr #art #fanart #fan art #otgw fanart #otgw greg #otgw wirt #otgw beatrice #otgw #halloween #autumn #fall #over the garden wall #jason thunderberker #the beast

[jolenes-doppelganger]

Gentle Hands (Part Two)

Stalker Ilsa Faust x Fem! Reader (NSFW)

Summary: Accidents happen all the time, cats get loose, and amidst all that chaos, there’s usually someone around to help.

Warnings: Stalking (duh), drugging, masturbation, proximity kink (?), abduction, Ilsa being a toddler and breaking shit for like a hot second

A/N: Bella is the name of my cat. Coming home very soon for Easter break, so, so excited to see that fat little fur baby. Picture at the bottom of the fic. [Lisa/Ilsa used interchangeably, refers to the same individual].

Word Count: 2.7k

"Bella?" you called, frantically searching around your house for the fat black and white cat. "Bella? Where are you?"

You'd slept in through your alarms again, and now you were late for work. You'd called your employer to let them know, and in the duration of the phone call, you realized your cat had gone missing. Looking about frantically, you found your backdoor open, which was odd. You always had the backdoor locked, it was second nature. Coming outside in your pajama top and shorts, you were hit by the still-winter weather that kept everything in a perpetual state of sogginess.

"Bella!" you called, checking the time. "Bella, come on!"

A loud bellow that could be identified as a cat sound came, and to your horror, you found Bella wedged behind several of your heaviest flower pots.

"I don't have time for this!" you groaned, trying to muscle the pots to the side.

A soft knock on the garden gate.

"Yeah, I know I'm being loud on a Monday morning, deal with it!" you bit back, groaning as you struggled with the giant dirt filled ceramic.

A second pair of hands appeared next to yours, and you managed to muscle the pots back enough to grab the cold, wet cat.

"Thank you." you groaned, trying to catch your breath.

Bella looked at the woman in mild curiosity, sniffing her outstretched hand. The woman smiled.

"Of course. I'm your new neighbor, I figured it would be a good idea to introduce myself this way." she laughed.

You smiled, nodding at the woman. She seemed familiar, but you couldn't put your finger on it. Her hair was a solid dark brown, and her eyebrows matched, so you assumed it was her natural hair color.

"You look familiar, have we met?"

The woman shook her head.

"No, I don't think so. My name is Lisa Favere. I moved in next door, house eighteen."

You nodded, but you had the uncanny sense that you knew her, somehow, somewhere.

"Oh, well then I suppose we share a yard you chuckled. "I've been meaning to repair that fence for a while..."

"Don't worry, it might be nicer just to leave the fence down, that way we can observe the other's gardens come spring." Lisa suggested.

"Maybe..." you smiled, trying to find a way out of this conversation. "I really don't mean to come across as rude and cut the introduction short, but I'm already late for work. I'll see you some other time, Lisa."

You left the woman in the yard, hauling your wet cat inside. As you rushed to catch the bus for work, you realized you'd never given the woman your name.

<------------->

Ilsa chewed the inside of her cheek. That introduction was supposed to have been far more memorable. She'd even gotten tea ready. Sure, she knew you had work, but it was a shift you'd picked up, not one that was on your schedule. You should have called out, you should have spent the morning with Ilsa. Trudging back inside, Ilsa found herself on the verge of some kind of outburst. She'd been working for months to ensure that when she did finally meet you face to face, it would have been perfect. That meeting wasn't perfect, far from it. Instead of breaking something, instead of losing control of herself through anger, Ilsa went into work mode.

The past week had been spent moving things into the apartment, generating as much noise when you were home, and virtually none when you were away. Ilsa's move in was supposed to catch your attention. The furniture she brought in was supposed to be suited to your tastes, and the little door in between the two of your houses was supposed to be just a little too loose. But none of it had worked. You'd been too busy with work, too busy with picking up shifts and making a living to notice Ilsa's presence.

"Dammit." Ilsa swore, dropping onto the couch. "That's it, you're cutting back your work hours."

Ilsa logged into your employee portal, checking your schedule. She looked through all of the possible shifts you might sign up to take, manually hiding them in the computer system. You wouldn't be taking any bonus shifts at all this week, that much she was sure about. Once that was done, Ilsa looked into your bank account, trying to get to the bottom of why you were suddenly so desperate for money. Your savings account was nearly bone dry, and your checking account had less than 50 pounds in it. You were suffering, that much was clear. Ilsa opened a different file, routing you a check through several of her various accounts. It took a little over an hour to ensure the 'welfare grant' would go through, but once she was finished, Ilsa felt more confident. Within the next few days, a check worth £450 would slide through your mailbox, a check that would provide you some padding until your next paycheck.

"Princess, you should know I'll always take care of you." Ilsa chuckled.

<------------->

"(Reader), can you pick up my shift tomorrow?" one of your coworkers asked. "I have a doctor's appointment."

You sighed. You'd been working for the past six days without a break. A slew of 9 hour shifts that were wearing you down.

"How many hours is it?"

"It's a 6 hour shift."

On your day off? If you didn't need the damn money.

"I'll think about it." you sighed. "Let's just get today over with.

The rest of the shift dragged on. You finished it with tired feet, a sore back and a nasty headache. The bus ride sucked. Some old man tried to engage you in a conversation about Brexit, blatantly ignoring your physical and verbal cues that told of your lack of interest. By the time you made it past your garden gate and into your house, you found that you had little patience for any more bullshit. No bullshit appeared. Hopping in the shower, you tried not to cry, but you were miserable. It had been a shitty week, and it was getting harder and harder to stay afloat with the various expenses that came at the end of the month.

From her bird's eye view of your house, Ilsa sighed as she watched you cry. You were trying so hard, she knew that to be true.

"Princess, go to sleep." Ilsa whispered.

After toweling yourself off and throwing on pajamas you'd worn for the past four days, you dropped into a deep sleep, neglecting your special vitamins. Ilsa used the pocket door that connected your apartments, quietly sliding into your bedroom. She didn't dare climb into bed with you, for that you'd most certainly wake. Instead she held your hand, whispering subliminal messages as you slept.

"Lisa is a good woman. Your next door neighbor is helpful and kind. Lisa will take care of you. Lisa wants to be close to you." Ilsa whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your ear before she left.

<------------->

Waking up after the shitshow that was the past week felt like taking a long gasp of air after holding your breath for a century. You woke up refreshed, with more energy than normal. Putting on the last clean outfit in your closet, you made up your mind to clean your room. A soft knock came on your door at about half past three. It was the woman from yesterday morning... Was it Lisa.

"Hi, nice to see you again." you smiled, trying to be courteous. "Sorry for the clipped introduction, yesterday was a shit show."

The woman laughed.

"No of course, I understand. I came by to invite you over. I'm having a housewarming party today at 7, you're more than welcome to attend."

You nodded, a little surprised to be receiving an invitation.

"Oh, well thank you." you nodded, and then sensing the awkwardness, "I'm (Reader), by the way."

Lisa smiled, nodding once.

"I'll see you then." she smiled, and her blue eyes sparkled.

She waved goodbye, as did you. A party. Jesus, you hadn't been to a party in ages.

<------------->

The timing for the party needed to happen perfectly. The people Ilsa had brought in were all old friends of the MI6, plus some new acquaintances in town. All of them mixed together in what Ilsa hoped would be a welcoming, rambunctious group where alcohol intake would make sense. By the time you showed up to the party, it needed to be lively. Thus the time for everyone else was 6:15.

"Ilsa, how are you!" one of her former coworkers smiled, hugging the brunette tight.

"It's Lisa, you dumb shit." Ilsa whispered back.

"That's what I said." he shrugged.

The party was a chore for Ilsa, up until her favorite little project knocked on the door. Gesturing in the flustered looking woman, Ilsa was quick to engage her in the party. Drinks were going around plentifully, card games and food up for grabs. It was a party worth showcasing. Bit by bit, moment by moment, Ilsa watched as her little neighbor warmed up to everyone. Wine, cider and mixed cocktails softened (Reader), and Ilsa was delighted to see how well everyone meshed. Slowly but surely, members began to leave, partygoers headed home.

"Lisa, thank you, this was lovely." you smiled. "But I'm almost sure I have work in the morning."

Ilsa smiled softly, her face twitching slightly. You didn't have work tomorrow, of course you didn't, she'd checked. No, you were looking for an out.

"Almost sure?" Ilsa teased.

Her final colleagues waved goodbye, and Ilsa waved back. But you, you weren't going anywhere.

"Yes." you nodded.

Ilsa didn't wait until the door had shut. You were trying to leave, and she wouldn't have that. Grabbing your waist loosely, Ilsa pulled you in for a soft hug, dragging her nails down your back.

"Sleep well, then." Ilsa husked into your ear.

Surely that hadn't been intentional, you thought. The party had been wonderful, and Lisa had remained more or less glued to your side, ensuring that you mixed well with her friends, you'd assumed. But the hug was forward. You'd just met. Even being invited to the party had seemed informal, almost too relaxed. And as the woman whispered so suggestively in your ear, you wondered if it had been her intention the entire night to hit on you.

"Thank you." you cleared your throat.

Her eyes were half-lidded, and the nice button up she'd chosen had about one too many buttons undone.

"You sure you don't want another drink? I have barely a quarter bottle of wine left, no sense storing it for later."

Looking into her eyes as she drew soft patterns over your back made few things certain. You no longer knew if you wanted to go home, if you wanted to finish the night alone, if you wanted to kindly reject the woman's advances. But one more drink couldn't hurt, right?

"Sure. Just to finish it."

Lisa smiled, pouring you both a glass. You noticed that she had a rather heavy hand, but you didn't mind. Her taste in wine was good, if a bit strong.

"To a new chapter as neighbors." Lisa smiled.

"Indeed." you smiled, touching your glasses together.

You'd taken barely two sips of wine before Lisa made a move. Her hands were on your waist, and she was swaying to music with you. Draping your arms around her neck felt like second nature.

"Sinatra?" you asked.

"Who else?" Lisa smiled.

She was light on her feet, and her hands dragged up and down your back as you danced. The music took a more romantic turn, and with that came more sensual dancing. Lisa cradled your head with one hand, holding you flush against her with the other arm around your waist.

"You know... I've met few people in my life who have struck me as you have.." Lisa smiled. ".. Such a busy girl."

You blushed. It was impossible not to be flustered at this proximity.

"Just trying to make a living." you shrugged.

"A hard worker, how attractive." Lisa purred. "Perhaps you should take a night off, live a little."

The sway of the music, the alcohol, the way she looked at you, it was all too difficult to resist.

"I think I will."

Lisa smiled, bringing her lips in to meet yours. The kiss was perfect, sensual, a little spicy. Her hand massaged your scalp, pressing her hips against yours as she teasingly nibbled on your lips. The kiss deepened further, and you allowed her to softly make-out with you, her tongue sliding over yours in a wine-tainted dance of desire and lust. Her kisses trailed lower, finding your neck. This was moving too fast, you could feel your control slipping.

"I don't do drunk hook-ups." you gasped, still leaning into her kisses, your body incapable of catching up with your higher brain's desire for rationality.

"Then get sober." Lisa answered, nibbling at your neck.

It was too much, too soon. You gently pulled away from your drunk hostess, grabbing your jacket off the chair.

"Goodbye, Lisa." you whispered, rushing out of her house.

Ilsa was left with flush cheeks, smeared lipstick and her shattered expectations. This time, this particular mishap, Ilsa didn't hesitate to break something. Going into the basement, Ilsa broke the various wine bottles on the concrete floor, beating her punching bag until her wrists ached, until the bag split. You were supposed to be in her arms right now, you were supposed to be raking those gentle hands into her scalp as she sucked and licked at your clit. She was supposed to be tying you up as you begged to be able to touch her, Ilsa was supposed to be burying the strap she'd bought into your aching pussy, watching as your legs spasmed at the spread. Ilsa screamed in anger, rushing to her desk, looking for some kind of sign that you were as affected as she was.

The cameras into your home showed you taking a shower. Nothing sexy, nothing pretty, just you showering. And then you had the audacity to go to bed without taking your meds. Ilsa snarled, slamming her hands on her desk. She needed some kind of show for the progress she had made, and if she couldn't have you tonight, she was going to get as close as possible.

Bella meowed when she barged into your house. She was still an agent, she still moved quietly, but in her haste the movements she made were sloppy. Ilsa didn't stop to feed the cat, no, she ran right up the stairs, syringe in hand. It was a sedative of a higher dose than the meds she had you normally taking. She was on the verge of doing something irrational, that much Ilsa was aware of. The needle was in your neck before your brain had time to process the presence of the intruder, the hand against your skull.

"Princess, how dare you." Ilsa seethed, the vein on her forehead bulging dangerously.

She flipped your unconscious form on your back, kissing and biting at your neck furiously, marking you up impatiently.

"This wasn't the plan, Ilsa panted. "You absolute..."

Ilsa held back the insult. It was her fault, obviously. She just hadn't used the right groups of people. No, she'd been too forward, too vague with the subliminals. But after the months she'd put into learning your schedule, Ilsa didn't have the patience left to be slow with you anymore, not when she'd worked for three weeks evicting the next door neighbor who'd lived there for the past decade. Too far didn't exist to her at this point, not when she'd learned you so well, not when she'd exhausted her resources to the point of settling into the townhome next to you.

"Princess, you're coming back with me tonight." Ilsa whispered.

Hauling you over her shoulder felt like breathing freely after an hour of breath hold training. Bringing you into her house through the shared door felt like her first successful mission in a decade. Dropping you onto her bed and tying you there by your wrists felt more rewarding than capturing a terrorist. Ilsa collapsed in her bed beside you and began to laugh. She kicked off her shoes, pulling off her pants. She pressed her face into your neck, inhaling your scent as she pulled her panties down, furiously rubbing her fingers over her clit.

"Enough is enough, princess, you're mine now. And they'll never find you.

Tags: @lakita-fisher, @ilovehotactresses

Promised Bella photo:

#ilsa faust x reader smut #ilsa faust x you #ilsa faust x reader #ilsa faust #rebecca ferguson x you #rebecca ferguson x reader #lesbian #wlw #rebecca ferguson #mission impossible #iola losing her shit

[criminalskies]

You and Aaron on a Museum Date Together HC's

Photo credits after the cut.

Aaron buys your favorite cup of chai and you go to The Met together.

You spend all day roaming the galleries enjoying the blend of old and new art.

You tease him for not having a favorite artist, but he reminds you that you don't have one either. So you both decide to try and pick a favorite painting.

In the wing with the statues Aaron tries to find the statue that looks most like you. When he finds one, he tells you that you're more beautiful than any work of art.

Aaron goes full dad mode in the ancient art galleries and he has to read all the little signs with information on them. He makes you look to because he's holding your hand.

When the museum gets a little too busy for his liking, you lead him out of the grounds where you stroll around leisurely taking in the pretty day.

Aaron can't help but look at the security measures at the museum and tell you how he'd change them.

The next week, Aaron gets a package from you, it's a print of his favorite painting. He hangs it in his living room and thinks of how you are the most beautiful thing in his life. That you are the living embodiment of perfection.

______________________________________________________________

Photo Credits:

Center Row: Middle (@catsadams)

Bottom Row: Left (@doomed-introvert Center and Right (@reading-books-in-the-moonlight

Holy smokes Levi I am so sorry time got away from me in replying to this but !!!!!!!!!!!!! Awwwwwww I love this 🥺. Let me run through these oh my goodness it's just so cute.

I should have known something was up when you were asking me about my favourite drinks 🥰 but awwwwwww that's so sweet. whenever people greet me with a little treat in hand I am reduced to a blushy lump.

The way Aaron would be so so educated on all these artists, old and new, and their styles and the works meanings, meanwhile I'm looking at it and saying it feels like a warm blue blanket and hes just like ??? yeah okay so they actually had to feed their family and-

favourite painting is so much more doable. I was that kid that couldnt even have a favourite toy bc the others would feel left out, so talking about favourite artists in a museum full of art??! awful, I can't do it. A favourite piece, I might be able to manage 😅

STOP IT AJHJDFKHDSJFHS YOU CAN'T JUST DROP SOMETHING THAT SWEET ON ME?! god i'd kiss him until he got dizzy for that one. Or i'd just go beet red. Hopefully both.

He definitely has to read every word on the plaques bc we both know he prides himself on being so well-read and well educated. Like sure he's no Reid but by god Aaron is so fucking knowledgeable on damn near everything and it is so so sexy. Meanwhile if it doesn't have a pulse I know nothing about it. But of course if he's going to hold my hand I'm going to do absolutely anything he wants to.

MUSEUM GARDENS ARE SO SEXY AND HE DEFINITELY KNOWS HOW MUCH I FUCK WITH CUTE PLANTS fjsdhfjshkjfh I would 100% force him to spend equal amounts of time in the fresh air outside just sitting or walking and holding his fricking hand (i forget how badly I just want to hold his silly frickin hand)

He watches the guards swap shifts and he's like pfffft one of them checked in his firearm to the safe before the new guard had even retrieved his, and they had an almost EIGHT minute conversation. That's plenty of time for any thief to- and I'm like aaron aaron it's okay. they're just paintings. It's okay.

LEVI YOU ALWAYS WANT ME TO CRY AND YOU ALWAYS GET ASTONISHINGLY CLOSE TO ACHIEVING IT. what do you meeeeeannnnn he hangs it and thinks I'm the most beautiful thing in his skfjskljsldfkjkflsddjshfjjhgkjfhdkjghdkjfghd what if this killed me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Also also also, may I please note that all of these images are just so elegant and set such a tone like they''re so perfect for this little date you're picturing. Gosh I don't know how you do it honey but thank you for sharing these headcanons, they have really brightened my day. Thank you sweetheart 🫂💖💐✨

#rome’s wonderful moots! <3 #the lovely levi! #rome’s got mail! #love mail 💌 #Aaron mail! #hotch mail! #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner headcanons #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner imagines #aaron hotchner thoughts #hotch imagines #hotch headcanons #hotch fluff #hotch x you #hotch x reader

[wednesdaywitchcraft]

Setting up your altar is a personal manifestation of your soul and your personality in the way you practice your Magick. Each witch may have a unique set up that reflects who they are, what type of witchcraft they practice, and what is sentimental to them. As such, every altar may look a little different. There is no specific “correct way” to set up your altar. The right way to set up your altar is what feels right for you. Nevertheless, if you’re setting up your first altar and don’t know where to begin, here are a couple tips on how you can set yours up:

Where to set up your altar:

You can set up your altar anywhere! You can set it up in your home, in your garden, in your workspace (although the best place to set it up would be a more private space) but essentially an altar can exist anywhere you make the room for one. Typically the best place for an altar would be a bedroom, since its a space that most people are connected to spiritually and feel most at rest. My altar is set up in a corner of my walk in closet. It’s on the smaller side but its big enough for me to practice my craft. For those that need a much smaller space, you could set your altar up on a dresser, a nightstand, or even your windowsill. You could even get a portable altar that can be taken down and put up easily, which is good for those that live in smaller housing and those that like to travel.

Which direction should your altar face:

Again, this one is more of a personal decision. In Wiccan history, traditionally the altar is said to be facing North. However, you can face your altar in whatever direction feels right. Perhaps there is a beautiful view facing East that helps you meditate, or perhaps the area you want to set up your altar in only faces South. That is completely OK. As for me, I have my altar facing North-East, based on my preference on the elements I feel most connected to. I have two modes, I’m either completely grounded or completely in the clouds, so the elements I feel most connected to are earth and air; which is how I chose to position my altar. If you want to position your altar for the elements you feel most connected to, you would choose between North (earth), South (fire), East (air), and West (water). However you choose to position your altar should feel right to you.

What to put on your altar:

Your altar can consist of a few traditional things and personal things. You can have plants, crystals, candles, incense, and other traditional tools. You can also have personal items such as photographs, magazine clippings of something you want to manifest in your life, a homemade wreath or jewelry, or anything that feels personal to you such as a seashell or stone you picked yourself on your last hike or adventure. There’s a few things I personally believe every altar should have for spiritual protection purposes (this is my opinion only, not mandatory in any way) and those are:

an altar cloth

a candle

protective crystals (such as black tourmaline, smoky quartz, or amethyst)

incense or white sage

a fireproof bowl or cauldron

Additional things you may want to consider for your altar:

a wand (either premade or handmade) or athame

herbs or crystals for spells

a pendulum board or ouija board (if you wish to commune with spirits)

a chalice

something representing each of the elements

a compass

charms or small statues of things that you connect spiritually with

hand-picked items such as seashells, acorns, pine cones, leaves, feathers, or stones

Important things to remember about your altar:

I know I sound like a broken record saying this, but again, your altar should be personal. A reflection of YOU. If your altar feels right, then it’s right. If it feels like its missing something, add more to it. If it feels too cluttered or like too much, take stuff off. Your altar can change with you! You can switch things out as you feel your energy shift. Something that is very important to remember about your altar, is that it is a sacred place. Cleanse your altar if things start to not feel right after changing things up. Remember that things you find other places, may have picked up energy from that place/people, so be sure to cleanse any items you are bringing into your sacred space.

Blessed be

#witchcraft #witches #baby witch #divine feminine #divination #altar #spellwork #spellcasting #spells #spellcraft #witchy vibes #witch community #tarot witch #green witch #white witch #wicca #traditional wicca #ecletic witch #energy work

[tyranict]

I really do hope they make Sonic catching Shadow one of the most dramatic scenes in the entire movie.

I have a vision: the scene is an exact replica of the SA2 scene, excusing the lines may be slightly different and after Shadow let's go of Sonic we hear Sonic screaming Shadow's name as he is falling to his death, then the scene shifts. Shadow wakes up in a room that reminds of his room on the ARK, He begins to panic but before he gets the chance to the Olive Garden dude comes into the room seemingly to check up on Shadow. Shadow is obviously on the offensive because this is the same dude that caused him a lot of trouble the entire movie but once the Olive Garden man sees he's awake he begins to talk with him calmly. Shadow then asks why he is here and not dead which makes the Olive Garden dude laugh and usher him to follow him out of the room. Shadow hesitates for a moment then follows him outside to another room where he sees Sonic beat up and burned but peacefully asleep hooked up to an IV. Shadow asks the Olive Garden dude why Sonic was here and gets into fighting mode but the Olive Garden dude stops him with a few words, "Because he is the one who saved you,"

We cut back to the scene where Shadow is falling, now he has already breached the atmosphere and as he is falling to the Earth the spin dash noise gets louder and louder until we see a blue figure spinning towards Shadow's falling body. Sonic reached out for Shadow as his super form is fading; they are going so fast that their fur is burning and Sonic's eyes are watering yet he presses in and finally catches Shadow and holds him close. They tear across the sky like a shooting star then crash land on an island. Some time later G.U.N soldiers show up to take Shadow from Sonic but as they were trying to pry Shadow from Sonic's embrace they found that he, even as he was unconscious wouldn't let him go. Sonic in his weak state of consciousness peaks open his eyes at the Olive Garden dude and says hoarsely, "Please, help him,"

#sonic movie #shadow the hedgehog #sonic 3 #sonic wachowski #sa2 #sonic movie ideas #I NEED THE MOVIE NOW #Sonic the hedgehog #IF THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED I WOULD SCREAM #SCU #sonic movie 3

[mooncello]

Lloyd swings his electric gaze to me, pointing at me and then at Cole. “In the meantime, you two—figure out whatever the hell is going on between you.”

I straighten in my chair and blush under the stares of five pairs of eyes. (Okay, four. Cole is fixated on his hands.)

“Lloyd is right,” Jay adds, looking between us with some interest. “The vibe in the house has been weird for over a week.”

“Which is annoying, but not critical,” Lloyd says. His tone tilts into lecture mode, and I use all my self-control to not roll my eyes. “It becomes a problem when it starts to affect missions.”

Lloyd folds his arms across his chest. “Kai and Cole: you did not work together yesterday. You didn’t listen or cooperate. You were distracted from the task. And the bridge we spent all afternoon repairing needs to be fixed—again.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Cole shift uncomfortably.

“Yes, dad,” I mutter sarcastically.

Lloyd ignores it and sends me a stern glare. “Figure it out.”

“What is going on anyway?” Jay asks, tone teasing and jocular. He snickers. “You both like the same girl?”

“Dude…I’m gay,” Cole says. Almost wearily. Like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and how do we not know this already.

The room expands with silence for one long suspended moment. Then Jay reaches over to clap Cole on the shoulder with an embarrassed laugh. “Oh, hey! That’s…that’s awesome, man. Uh—why didn’t you tell us before?”

“Cole does not owe anybody that information, Jay,” Zane says. “He gets to choose when and with whom to share.”

“Thanks, man,” Cole says quietly. “Also, none of you ever asked.”

I’m staring at Cole, my brain humming at his statement. I’m not surprised, I don’t think. (Am I surprised?) But maybe that’s because I’ve been fantasizing about him for the past week, and it’s all been…very, very gay.

Cole doesn’t appear distressed at his clearly unplanned coming out. He doesn’t look mad or even relieved, just…matter of fact. Like he just told us his eyes are brown, or he likes rock music and cake and restoring gardens. It’s just…who he is, and—he’s totally right—none of us noticed or asked about it.

We never fucking noticed.

it's sunday night, so a new chapter is up!

#ninjago #lavashipping #ninjago cole #ninjago kai #cole x kai #kai x cole #ao3 fanfic #everyone finally learns cole is gay #how did they not know already?? #lgbtq #LavaChroniclesAU

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

So when an Elemental Master enters NRG Mode, their body is essentially made of their element (like Nya merging with the sea in Seabound). How exactly does that work/look like with more "incorporeal" elements like Speed, Mind, Form, Sound, Time, Gravity and Surprise?? Would, for example, Chamille be a purple ooze that's constantly changing shape, or Jacob be made of soundwaves? Would Neuro be straight up made entirely out of neuron cells??? (Please tell me Krux and Acronix would turn into clocks lmao)

Master Lloyd tells us a lot of stories about those who have tried to attain the highest honor an Elemental Master can achieve—becoming one with their Element. He speaks of all the sacrifices that comes with surrendering oneself to the other side of themselves, and the inner strength required to pull oneself out of it. I can see how such a feat would be admirable, and why he'd want to aspire us to at least one day try.

He speaks proudly of his friends—of how Zane came to learn he could incite an ice age at a moment's notice, of how Kai found he could render the world ablaze should he so wish, how Jay could simply laugh and crack up a lightning storm that would power all the cities forever, how Cole's heartbeat could be tuned to the unbreakable churn of the earth itself, and of how Nya once gave everything she had to become the entire ocean itself, saving us all in a time before I wasn't even around to remember...

And yet, not all of his stories are painted as success stories.

Master Lloyd never says who they are—were?—but he mentions the other Elemental Masters from time to time, and of how the Merge enticed them to try to master their NRG Modes too. Knowing that Elemental Powers were seemingly the only way to seal the rifts, I suppose I could understand why.

He never goes into specifics—never tells us where these supposed others are now—but with a fond, distant look in his eyes, he tells us to pay very close attention to the things in life that often go unseen; for not every Element is so obvious as a strike of lightning, a crack in the earth, the frigidness of ice, the burn of fire, and the once endlessness of the ocean...

He tells us to feel the pull of gravity keeping us anchored to the ground, acting as an invisible safety net. He tells us to be mindful of the shadows cast across the expanse of the ground, each of them reaching out to give us shelter and shade in spades, and a break from the otherwise warm and welcoming guiding light. He tells us to track each and every tick tock of the clocks providing the proof of time, to remind us that yes, we are marching forward in our lives...

He tells us to remember the rush that flows through us whenever we run as fast as we can, speeding through the fields as the whipping winds makes our hair dance in the wake. He tells us to watch for shifting things that try to trick our eyes and ears, for the form we all take on can change at a moment's notice, and we've never know. He tells us to keep an ear aimed upwards as well, to catch all the simple sounds that would be ephemerally missed were we more focused on just the sights.

He gestures to where his incense burns before the portrait of his uncle. He wafts a hand through the resulting smoke, telling us to observe as it floats and flits out of shape with the barest breeze in the near-epitome of freedom. He warns us not to lean too close; to not breathe it in, for while it isn't poison, it still has the potency to disorient us, even if just for a moment.

He then takes my hand and brushes it along his garden of amber-colored flowers, each bloom of nature popping open to greet me as my fingers glide along the leaves and petals. The plants stay protected though confined in a metal box—while cold and unwelcoming to the touch, it is sturdy, supportive, and unyielding. It is a small observation, but one I keep in mind—and he tells us that even thoughts have a shape and a presence, though that presence remains unknown to anyone else.

Master Lloyd then turns to me, an ache in his eyes, as if searching for something long gone and lost, before sighing. His hands tremble as they continue to support mine, and he speaks of perhaps the most invisible element of all—one that's often forgotten, or taken for granted...but is eternally the hardest to anticipate.

His voice quivers as he tells us to watch for the way one's eyes light up upon being presented with a gift, of the embarrassed chuckles that tumbles from one's lips upon being greeted unexpectedly; of the thrill of seeing a loved one enter a room, the delight of finding something rare in a grocery store, the charm of getting to look up at a starry night sky for the first time... He also tells us to be understanding when one cries at the deliverance of bad news, or the confrontation of a sudden, horrid realization...when things hit their worst and no one ever seems to be prepared for it.

He becomes determined now, telling us to pay attention to all the things we take for granted, for their existence in and of themselves is a miracle to behold, whether as ordinarily extraordinary as the sun rising once again or as unfathomable as the fact that we exist at all, for a surprise is still a surprise, even when it is no longer perceived as such.

My own eyes sparkle at the thought of that.

He lets me go and returns to addressing us all as one, telling us that it's in all the little things that life truly thrives. And though we cannot always see those other elements, as long as we can sense them, and know when they are there...we can maintain our connections with such things, no matter how far apart we actually are.

I know he must speak from experience. He tells us that it is a lesson imparted unto him from his uncle. And a bit of pride is sprinkled at the end of his words.

I then ask Lloyd if he's ever been in NRG Mode himself, because I wonder what it must be like, to sense everything all at once, to the point that it must feel like nothing at all... To be nothing more than the energy that runs through all things; to feel and know every connection with every other element, with every other life that roams the world...

To be limitless, to be unparalleled, to be infinite, to be life itself...

But Lloyd stares at me strangely, as if he's already given me that answer. It makes me feel like I've missed some kind of important point, and I scowl, asking again. He grows quiet, for once, and I'm lead to believe that he's not going to tell me.

Until he actually says,

"...If you've ever truly lived..."

Lloyd tilts his head back, staring aimlessly up at the skies above the monastery with shimmering green-gold eyes.

"...then you already know."

#oh look at that i DO still know how to write #ninjago #the lego ninjago movie #ninjago dragons rising #legacyverse #ninjago fanfiction #lloyd garmadon #fic tag #fics of mine #works of mine #also i haven't written in first person in YEARS #i dunno what possessed me other than keeping the pov a mystery haha #all this being said chamille turning to ooze and the twins becoming a clock is HILARIOUS #Jesse would definitely turn into like a cloud of sparkles :3

[vgperson]

Vocaloid Highlights: May 2023

Catch me at the Heavenly Kitsune, asking for the Angel Club special. Highlights Archive

========== Stand-Outs ========== Tell Me Tell Me Tell Me KITSUNE Pâtissière Anyone and Everyone's All By Themselves Glitterful Chain Tentacle LVI Warning From Harborside Bug Please Play-Bite Warm Sun and Grass Idiot Communication Rabbit Hole imaginary love story Flied Chicken Angel Club Breathless Headgear Elevator Girl SLAPSTICK Dance, Flutter, Fall Squall Yellow Freak Out Hr. Miniature Corral PosiNega＊Mistakers Pink Key

========== Worth Your Time ========== Goodbye Sand Whale Agony Affection Extradimensional Space Observation Extra Stage A Flower Florists Hate Need for Nothing R.I.P. divE Doesn't Laugh Palm Planet Even Living cue Fortunately Not Lucky Nor Unlucky But Commonplace Days, and Unfortunately Both Lucky and Unlucky Uncommon Days Chrysalis BAD Balloon Alongside You Night Mode Happy Girl Curiosity Lamp Blue Urging Seeking Light Spring-Style Goddess of Aeon CIRCUS PANIC!!! Such-and-Such Railroad Evening Inherent Repulsion Candy and Whip Breathe! Breathe! Breathe! Breathebreathebreathebreathe!!! Music Eater! Color Liar naiL Talkative Silence Path of Humanity Know the Outlines (Find Yourself) Risuka Night Trip ATLAS Chain-Rhythm of Thoughts Acceptance Do You Copy? Meteor Syndrome Microaggression Iron Bullet Time Mirror Back When the Crow Caws Dangerous Ray Crescent Step 2023 Don't Obstruct the DANCE Rinzen UFO (10th anniv.) Asymmetry Means Spring Opening Being Alive Life Shift After the Rain, You Watched Me. URADORA Cloud River Zo! Kyun♡ Morganite's Exclusion Theory Vampire Girl Hunts the Night Count Girl Fantômas Starlight Al Fine Undead You're a Skyscraper Vivace Days Faulty Illumination Outpour and Dew SUGGESTIVE ACT (2023 ver.) There Was No Fairy nothing Daydream Ensemble I'll Call It Even Violet Garden Arche Reincarnate Now, In the Wind Evening Waiting Original Faker Sebastian Girlish Sentimental Argument Departure Let's Die Together With the Serpent Woman in the Manor Rickenbacker Pui-Pui Girl V!P Blueway Unloved Strawberries Rainy Days. My Toy Mate Ordure Nightmare Beginning WAGA-MAMA (Selfish) Star Magic Don't Wanna Do a Thing Clock Escort With You Just As You Are BB Disco No.39 Medicine Box Mechanical Empathy Period The Witch's Method

#vocaloid #vocaloid highlights

[blueiight]

I was reading your tags to dre's published ask. Do you think while writing about these blood sucking monsters, Anne deliberately made one of them a former slave master? I mean the way this man during his mortal times had benefited by preying on the black race and the reflection of it in his fate where he is now in literal terms an entity who survives by preying on people? Or is it like twilight ( movies) where Jasper's past as a confederate soldeir is just dropped as if it's the most casual thing to shrug away.

( something is up with vampire media and all of them being connected to slave trade my god. Either it is a social commentary or people really do not have any self awarenesses?

i dont know about twilight book or movie to make a meaningful comparison to louis’s book counterpart. i wish i knew. and tbh, its hard to prescribe authorial intent on a dead woman who wrote a sprawling epic of 20+ books for 50 years , especially with shifting perspectives , namely pivoting away from louis to lestat as her MC bc of what fantasy/POV was more interesting to her. but i think in the first book there was some intention there, i cant just say how much. lestat wants to hunt the runaway slaves along the freniere plantation, and louis discourages him from doing it not out of compassion for enslaved people (which would be condescending and abysmal writing for a slaveowning character), but for his proximity to the freniere’s as fellow planters. ive talked about it a lot how its really interesting in the first 2 books that the american planter is created both literally + vampirically by the european aristocrat.. and theyre both parasitic beings in relation to the enslaved people, eventually draining them+ burning the plantation down. iwtv early book louis is resentful of lestat in part bc he thought lestat wanted his plantation, but when he learns who lestat is + where he came from, the power and will he has. hes far more genial to him. its a very dark book, and i think the fact that these characters are so vicious + melancholic is intentional on the authors part. i dont know how much race based chattel slavery is meaningfully explored from the perspective of the slaveowner, but book louis thinking of people in his captivity as fixtures, as creepy ‘things’ more proximate to the supernatural bc of their ‘african nature’ (that had yet to be ‘trained’ out of them) is a very probable, chilling, and haunting perspective of a former slaveowner to take even a hundred and some years removed from it. or if we take it as book louis immersing himself in his perspective @ the time. either way. and its pathetic when fans try to flatten book louis into ‘he was a good slaveowner’ cuz at that point theyre just conflating the movie with the book. i kinda joke that book louis is the vampire it girl bc he was such a terrible mortal LOL. im still indeterminate on the exact mode or purpose, or how much it was just about the aesthetic of gothic horror (re: the earth’s a savage garden). especially bc later books fixate on very discrete modes and metaphors of servitude/subjugation ‘being a slave to the blood’ is a recurring motif running antiparallel with the motif of ‘purifying the african/asian/foreign’ (through ‘admixture’ with the ‘european’) (s/o poacher bro gabi + talamasca bro dave ig) and in later works, theres the cycle of slavery through marius & armand.. marius, whos mother was a slave, purchases armand. chattel slavery took inspo from the romans in the idea of maternal based slave caste inheritance.. idk. idk. ive had very long rambly convos w ppl on here in the past (& im still a bit embarrased abt it) on this, but i think the reasons why fans dont rly get into it is cuz most ppl got into these books at a young age + was just into the cool lore or the queer shit and were able to handwave things as just aesthetic/era/quirky anne things etc. idk.

#yn. #yn answers #iwtv #tvc #anne rice #‘Vampires increase thru slavery.’ #that being said. i do eventually wanna read feast for all saints& reread merrick and see what happened. between 1979 and 2000. #that comparative post needs to be made

[icycoldninja]

Fluffcember #11 (Angeal x reader)

Fluff headcannons

-Angeal is the world's best chef; he knows how to cook and bake literally anything, even if he hasn't ever made the dish, he knows how to make it just by reading the recipe. He puts this skill to work by being your personal caterer. Whenever you come home, expect a hot, delicious meal on the table and a hot, sexy chef waiting to welcome you home.

-When he's not at home, whipping up a tasty meal for you, he's out at SOLDIER, doing SOLDIER duties. He misses you when he's on his missions, and often texts you quick pictures of wherever it is he's been sent to, often with the caption "Miss u bby <3" or something along those lines.

-Aside from cooking and baking, Angeal has a few hobbies that he prides himself in: Gardening, woodworking, and knitting. He has a huge garden in the backyard that grows like 100 different fruits, vegetables, and herbs, all or which he maintains faithfully. He loves to carve wooden decorations and use them to decorate his garden. His creations can be anything from a wooden Lion to a wooden tulip.

-In addition to those, we have Angeal's FAVORITE hobby: Knitting. Not only does he love it, he's good at it, too. He'll sit down on the couch, wicker basket beside him, and will start knitting away, usually making sweaters, tea cozies, or other cute little creations he often gifts to you. Ugly Christmas sweaters incoming

-Loves to hold your hand, even for no reason at all, he'll just snatch your hand up and hold it while continuing on with whatever he was doing before.

-You are his living teddy bear; he will squish you in his meaty arms and squeeze you tight--sometimes a bit too tight. But it's OK, it's not gonna hurt you, it's his way of showing just how much he loves you. He'll snuggle you to sleep with you trapped in his arms, keeping you safe, protected, and loved.

-If he gets a nightmare, which, believe it or not does happen a lot, he'll comfort himself the same way a kid does: Squeezing his teddy bear, AKA, you. Expect to wake up abruptly, feeling an increased amount of pressure on your abdomen, only to find a frightened, shivering Angeal clinging onto you like life itself.

-If you ever get nightmares, Angeal will shift into protective Mama Bear mode. He'll wrap you up in thick, warm blankets and snuggle with you, listening to anything you may want to talk about, or telling you interesting stories, should you want to hear them.

-On those rare, truly awful nights, or during those times when you just can't sleep, Angeal will make himself a cup of coffee and stay up all night with you. In the name of his honor, he shall stay awake until you have dreams.

-When you do eventually fall asleep, Angeal will kiss you and then return to using you as a human teddy bear, this time squishing you with even more protective force than usual. He cares so deeply for you, and wants nothing more than for you to be safe.

#angeal hewley #Angeal x reader #Fluff #Ffvii #Ff7 #Final fantasy 7 #Ffvii crisis core #Ff7 crisis core #Final fantasy 7 crisis core #Angeal ffvii #Angeal ff7 #Final fantasy 7 Angeal #fluff headcanons #Headcannons #Fluffcember #Part 11 of 31 #Cute