#spectral stars is the new name

[call-me-strega]

Dc x Dp Prompt #6: A Mother’s Love

Gotham still remembers when she was just a young Neverborn. When her bay was first discovered and settlements were newly established. Her consciousness like the budding town was growing slowly but surely. By the 1800s she was almost fully grown and by the 1900s she knew her name. She knew who she was.

She was Lady Gotham: Queen of the City of Corruption, Mistress of the Den of Madness, Ruler of No Man's Land, Mother of Poor Souls.

She was a Neverborn Spirit of the Infinite Realms who was well acquainted with disaster and misery. She was the sovereign of her own haunt and territory, and vassal under the king. (A king to whom she swore no loyalty)

She knew her flaws and she knew the flaws of those who were Hers but she loved them nonetheless. When she was still young she spent her energy trying to nourish her people, unfortunately, she was but a reflection of her mortal haunt. There was little she could do aside from slightly bending the rules to exert control over the physical aspects of her haunt or to extend her power to those who would need it most. As she grew older she also had to divide her care among the ghosts in her spectral haunt, for they were Hers too, now within her grasp.

She remembers when the Clown first arrived. He was horrible, an outsider, an interloper, and a scourge to her haunt. He was not Hers and she refused to claim him despite his fancy to call himself the Clown Prince of Gotham. No, he was more a Fool than anything else. She made it known within the realms to all those living in her spectral haunt that should the Fool ever make it to the realms than his fate would be up to her (Perhaps her former paramour would grant her a boon and keep him trapped in an eternal nightmare).

She remembers when her Dark Knight first arrived in her defense. She was struck to see him, for he had been one of Hers. He had been gone for many years but returned to her and he wished to help her, to protect her. She accepted him as her Knight, extending her power on occasion to cloak him in shadows and fear. Though she cherished her Knight she wished he was capable of more. (She wished he would cross lines she could not, but she knew he wouldn't because he could not either).

She remembers the first little Squire her Knight took in. He was not of her but she would claim him as Hers too. He was eager to help her and those who were Hers. He was the first bit of Wonder she and Hers had had in a long time. He cared for her too but eventually, he would grow to be more than a Squire and would leave her too. Though he was gone, he still had a place in the city as one of her Knights.

She remembers the second little Squire. Her very own homegrown Hope. Sure he was a bit more rough and decisive but he cared. He was so deeply and truly Hers. He grew up in her streets and he understood her and Hers better than any of her knights so far. He was young, full of life and a desire to help, and he believed he could be magic. She was devastated when he left, lured away by the promise of a mother, then tricked and fallen into the hands of the Fool. She was devastated when he returned to her broken and mangled.

In her distress she remembered that the Tyrant had been overthrown recently. There was a new king, one who had not even reached his majority yet. The Boy King, The Benevolent King, The Protector, The Peace Maker, The One with the Cloak of Stars and the Crown of Frozen Light, The Perfect Balance.

He had not yet risen to full power but he had united the Counsel of Ancients. She could appeal to them and to him. She could swear her loyalty in exchange for borrowed power. Even if he refused, it would not stop her. His help would prevent her from growing too weak but his refusal would mean nothing to her.

True to his title, the Benevolent King granted her a boon, her loyalty and support for a temporary amplification of her own power and permission to cross over. She thanked the Boy King for his Kindness and fled back to her haunt, ready to manifest onto the mortal plane for the first time in centuries.

When she found him she was overwhelmed with grief. Her voice echoed like sirens in the wind. Her fingernails elongated as she reached out. Her appearance grew more haggard as spectral winds swirled around her. She cried black tears over his grave summoning her power to channel his soul.

If the boy wanted to help he could help those in her spectral haunt.

If the boy wanted to make a difference, he could help her exert her power over her mortal haunt.

If the boy wanted a family, then she would be his Mother.

If the boy wanted to live, he could live in the Realms with Her.

Her form flickered vanishing from the mortal plane. Back in her spectral haunt, she held a young figure in her arms. She overflowed with gratefulness promising herself she would introduce the young boy to the King when she got the chance. He deserved to see how much he'd done for her. She gathered up her presence and made a declaration to the realm:

Here was the heir to her power

Here was the being that was most truly Hers

Here was the true Son

Her very own Little Prince of Gotham.

~~~

Okay a couple of things:

Did I imply the Joker is not a Gotham Native? Yes, I did. I also implied that if he ever became a ghost it would be on sight for him by Lady Gotham.

Did I imply that Lady Gotham has two haunts? Yes, I did. She has actual Gotham and then the ghost version in the Infinite Realms where a lot of the ghosts of people who died in Gotham live.

Did I imply that Lady Gotham and Fright Knight were romantically involved at one point? Yes, I did.

The goal of this was to literally make Jason the "Son of Gotham", a term I've seen thrown around before. I feel like Lady Gotham would love to be a mom and finally give Jason a decent parent, albeit one that treads the line between creepy and Eldritch Horror.

I included Danny as the new Ghost King even though he's not technically ruling yet. He has the Council of Ancients running things and he has a regent but idk who yet. He's still involved in the decision-making process bc a.) He's super powerful, b.) he's still technically ruler, and c.) it's a good way for him to learn about ruling which he will have to do eventually.

Yes, it is my intention to have Jason and Danny meet in the Ghost Zone later. Give some good bonding and friendship (eventually crushes on each other).

I have a couple ideas for things that may happen in this au but if anyone gets their own ideas or wants to write this then feel free to share or ask about it.

#dp x dc prompt #dc x dp #jason todd #lady gotham #danny fenton #danny phantom #ghost king danny #ghost adoption #lady gotham just wants to take care of those that are Hers #mom!lady gotham #romance eventually #jason todd x danny fenton #dead on main #Strega’s dc x dp prompt

[mokulule]

The Number You Have Called Cannot Be Reached - Part 9

First|Masterlist

Ship: Dead on Main (Danny/Jason) Warnings: angst, depression, canon typical violence.

Jason was not angry he was frustrated. There was a difference. A distinct difference that Jason knew very well.

Ghost kept running. He would steal a thing. Evade some goons, cause he often stole from the rogues. Then evade some bats, lead them in a new direction, sometimes changing overall direction mid chase, there really was no rhyme or reason to it.

And then, when Jason showed up, he’d invariably be standing on another rooftop and disappear. All the while Jason could feel his longing and sorrow, a call for help he wouldn't let Jason answer, and it was frustrating and confusing, but mostly frustrating.

Because Jason was not angry.

He may have snapped at Dick, when he made a joke about his princess being in another castle, but he hadn’t actually laid hands on anyone. He made sure nobody made the mistake of touching him.

He ducked his head, never stuck around and ignored the looks he got. Worry, pity, wariness, Jason flip-flopped how he interpreted the gazes. A loose canon, that’s what they thought he was. But Jason was not. His chest burned, but Jason was not angry. Because he knew the difference, between himself and the pits. He knew. But they didn’t. They didn’t understand and Jason could not explain - not without him sounding unstable. There was no way he could explain things and keep cool. They wouldn’t understand that he kept away for their sake. At best he’d be benched.

Benched, a bitter voice mocked, locked up and thrown in Arkham more like. Criminal, murderer, crazy.

He shook his head. Pushed the thoughts away. He couldn’t allow himself to be benched. He needed to catch Ghost - to make him listen and explain just for a moment so he could understand what was going on with him and the pits.

As long as Jason didn’t cross the line, they wouldn’t try anything. He had to believe that.

Oo o oO

Bruce was at a loss.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Jason hadn’t pointed a gun at any of them, Bruce would have thought they’d gone a year or two back in time. He was tense and curt and kept himself at a distance. Always out of reach.

It wasn’t like he joined their patrols regularly normally, but he could usually be counted on if something big was going down. Now Bruce wasn’t so sure he’d want to ask him if something happened. It seemed like he was nearing breaking point and Bruce feared what way he’d fall.

The thief, Ghost, was at the center of this. Something was going on there, but it was like he was missing crucial information. Jason was downright frantic to catch him.

Danny Fenton. The name was still a dead end. The DNA sample useless. His contact at Star Lab had gotten back to him and informed him they’d had a break in weeks ago, before the thefts started in Gotham - nothing had been stolen, the invisible perpetrator had been found out because of the electromagnetic disturbance his stealth tech gave off, or rather that was what their reports said. The recorded disturbance matched the readings they got off of the Ghost.

It was quite possible there were many more unrecorded thefts before the Ghost came to Gotham. He’d already informed Tim and watched him pale from the realization that they actually had no idea how far the Ghost was with what he was building. If building something was indeed what he was doing with the eclectic mix of parts he’d stolen. Tim had a theory, that much was obvious, but he was not at a point where he felt he had enough evidence to share it.

When Bruce had told him of the Star Lab incident, he’d glanced towards where they’d stored the spectral calibrator, before his shoulders had forcefully relaxed.

Bruce was no slouch when it came to technology, but mostly when it came to operating it. He could infiltrate systems and extract information fine, but it he was honest, the kids were better, and since he rarely worked alone these days, he didn’t get as much practice - he wondered momentarily if this is what it was like growing old.

It was something he’d never expected when he set out on his mission as a young man, growing old that is.

Besides while Bruce had designed a fair few gadgets in his time, and assembled the Bat computer himself back in the early days when it didn’t have near the capabilities it did today, he was not an inventor. Lucius was the one who’d made his more fanciful ideas workable in the early days.

And now he had all these talented kids.

It didn’t matter most of them were adults, they’d always be kids to him. Here he went again getting distracted.

He rubbed his forehead. Point was, Bruce couldn’t see what the parts could be used for but Tim could. And it was something that worried him, which in turn worried Bruce and like always these days his thoughts circled back to his worry for Jason.

He’d given him time, like Dick had said - three weeks so far in fact. And instead of things calming down they’d become worse. The Ghost’s continued escape was winding Jason up, there were no two ways about it. They needed to capture him.

Bruce had to be honest with himself, if it wasn’t for Jason, the Ghost would be very low priority for them. He wasn’t hurting anyone, just a thief. Before the day Jason had tackled the Ghost on the rooftop, he had been low priority. Amusing in fact, with the way he riled up Damian with his continued escapes, it had been low stakes - safe in a way many of their missions weren’t.

But now, Tim was working frantically on ways to capture the Ghost, they’d tried nets of various materials (some even Martians had trouble phasing through) with no success. Barbara was still trying to unearth more information from the phone, also with no success.

Steph and Cass had been steadily and stealthily working on changing the cameras throughout the city connected to Barbara’s network to ones with better filters and built in detectors for electromagnetic disturbances over a certain threshold - a very bothersome process since most of the cameras technically weren’t theirs and had to be indistinguishable from the originals and send visuals to the real owners of the same (low) quality they’re used to in case somebody decided to take a closer look.

Damian was giving him long looks, when he thought he wasn’t noticing. He was hiding something and he’d been sneaking off on his own. Bruce was trying to convince himself to leave it alone. He’d nearly lost Damian in the past because he was too controlling.

Trust, it was something he was trying to practice but it irked at him not to know. What if he got in trouble? He had to forcibly remind himself, it was most likely that Damian was just sneaking off to some wild animal he was hiding and nursing back to health.

Duke had just gotten back from a three month exchange program abroad, he would have to be caught up to speed. Maybe his abilities would give them some additional insight.

Hopefully.

Oo o oO

Jason was not angry, he was livid. Ghost was on another rooftop. About to do his disappearing act, again again again.

“Come back here!” He yelled.

Fear not his own hit him in a sickly yellow haze. He gasped and struggled not to throw up. Ghost was gone again. Of course he was. His one chance and-

“Jason…” the words were quiet, barely audible, Bruce. Jason grit his teeth. Bruce was a fucking hypocrite saying his name in costume like that.

A step forward was heard, a purposefully made sound to announce his approach, and Jason spun.

“Don’t touch me!” His guns were pointed at Bruce. He stood frozen, the hand he’d no doubt been reaching toward Jason was pulled back. It served him right.

Jason didn’t trust him. He should shoot him, teach him not to get too close. He knew Batman’s armor, he knew the weak spots. It would be easy. A rubber bullet wouldn’t kill, but it would hurt.

Jason wanted him to hurt; like he hurt.

He wanted-

He wanted-

He couldn’t remember loading his guns tonight. The realization struck him like a splash of ice water. Rubber bullets or live ammunition?

He didn’t know!

He followed the aim of his still raised guns, pointed at his dad’s chest, the armor could only do so much at such a close distance.

Real bullets or rubber?

Jason took a step backwards in horrified realization. It didn’t matter. Not at this close range. Both would be lethal. He knew that. He knew guns. Why had that even been a question? Why was he still pointing his guns at Bruce?

A wounded sound escaped his throat and he turned and ran.

He’d crossed the line.

-

Poor Jay, huh? Can Danny keep escaping the bats? Will Jason be okay? Tim POV next time, we're in serious need of a plan here, come on Timmers.

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[yuurei20]

Hiya! Out of curiosity, which two characters have the least interactions?

In your answer about Leona and the first years you said that Leona and Deuce don't have many interactions. And that got me curious to which characters have little interactions over the years.

Sorry if this is a big ask.

Love your work and keep making excellent content! <3 <3

Hello hello!! Thank you so much for the encouragement, I really appreciate you!! <3

I went through everything I could think of and came up with the following list! If there is something I have overlooked, I will be more than happy to update the post with more accurate information ASAP ♪

Characters with the Least Interactions:

#1: Trey and Silver

Trey and Silver almost overlap during Vargas Camp 2 and Spectral Soiree, speaking to other people in what appears to be the same group, but they never seem to interact directly in-game--until New Years 2024!

During Beanfest Lilia interacts with both of them while they do not acknowledge each other, and they both speak to Deuce in a Wish Upon a Star scene where they again do not acknowledge each other or appear side-by-side.

In New Years 2024 Silver greets Trey and Ortho in what is possibly the first and only time Silver has spoken to Trey directly.

But Trey does not respond, so this might not count as an interaction. From what I can tell, Trey has possibly never said Silver's name in the game.

#2 Malleus and Jade

Jade and Malleus come close to being in the "never interacted" club, appearing on screen together in a scene where they do not speak.

But at the end of Vargas Camp Jade directly asks a question of Malleus (interrupted by Lilia, Malleus does not respond).

I thought this might mean that Malleus has never spoken to Jade, but he has a line at the end of Port Fest that follows a line from Jade in a way that can be interpreted as interaction (Jade is following a line from Azul and all three seem to be making general observations rather than conversing together, but it is close!).

Jade mentions trying to have "a good talk, eye-to-eye" with Malleus during Halloween (possibly a failed attempt to use his unique magic), but we do not actually see this interaction on screen or learn what was said.

Honorable Mentions:

Floyd and Malleus

We get Floyd's nickname for Malleus possibly for the first time during Beanfest, but the two do not share the screen or interact during the event.

Malleus appears in Floyd's Port Fest vignette (and they also interact in the main event storyline itself), in what is possibly the only interaction they've had in-game as of this post.

Deuce and Leona

Deuce and Leona dexterously avoid each other in Books 2 and 5, sharing a conversation during Vargas Camp in what is possibly the only instance of them interacting in the game outside of Deuce greeting Leona during the New Year's event (Leona does not respond).

Jack and Malleus

Jack and Malleus recently shared a birthday vignette in what might be the two characters' only in-game interaction outside two exchanges during Port Fest.

#twstask #twisted wonderland

[twistedintern]

Navigating Twst JP & JP-EN Term Listing (Updated)

Dorm & Character JP Name Abbreviation and Emoji Index

Heartslabyul > 🃏 ビュル Riddle Rosehearts > 🌹 リド Ace Trappola > ❤️ エー Deuce Spade > ♠️ デュ Trey Clover > ♣️ トレ Cater Diamond > ♦️ ケイ

Savanaclaw > 🏜️ サバナ Leona Kingscholar > 🦁 レオ Ruggie Bucchi > 🐆 / 🍩 ラギ Jack Howl > 🐺 ジャク

Octavinelle > 🐚 オクタ Azul Ashengrotto > 🐙 アズ Jade Leech > 🐬 ジェイ Floyd Leech > 🦈 フロ Tweels > イド

Scarabia > 🕌 / 🧞‍♂️ スカラ Kalim Al-Asim > 🦂 / ☀️ / 🦦 カリ Jamil Viper > 🐍 ジャミ

Pomefiore > 🍏 / 👸‍ ポメ Vil Schoenheit > 👑 ヴィ(ル) Rook Hunt > 🏹 ルク Epel Felmier > 🍎 エペ

Ignihyde > ⚙️ / 🔥 イグニ Idia Shroud > 💀 イデ Ortho Shroud > 🤖 オル

Diasomnia > 🐉 ディア Malleus Draconia > 🐲 マレ Lilia Vanrouge > 🦇 リリ Silver > ⚔️ シル Sebek Zigvolt > ⚡ セベ

Ramshackle > 👻 オンボロ Prefect > 🌸 / 🦐 / 🍊 (♀️/🚺 or ♂️/🚹 will sometimes follow) 監 / ユウ Enma Yuuken > 🦞 コミ監 Grim > 🐱 / 🐈‍⬛ グリ

NRC Staff > 🎓 / 🐦 NRC(の)職員 Dire Crowley > 🎭 クロ Divus Crewel > ⚗️ / 🐶 クル Mozus Trein > 📚 / 📖 モゼ Ashton Vargas > 💪‍‍ バル Sam > ☠️ / 🎩 サム Lucius > 🐾 ルチウス

Others Rollo > 🔔 ロロ Fellow > 🦊 フェロ Gidel > 🔨 ギデル Baul > 🐊 バウル Che’nya > 😺 チェーニャ Cheka > 🧶 チェカ Neige > ❄️ ネイジュ Ambrose > 🧙‍ ア ン Najma > 💫 ナジュ(マ) Marja > マルヤ Dylla > ディラ Kifaji > キファジ Maleanor > マレノア Ace’s older brother > 兄ッポラ Farena > ファレ

Glossary

The following list is in no way all-inclusive. I will do my utmost to update this section as the EN server progresses in story and translations become known.

(If I’ve overlooked anything, don’t hesitate to message me about it!)

Night Raven College

Mage Training Academy - “Wizarding Boarding School” (lit., no one uses this term, though)

Headmage - Headmaster

Housewarden - Dorm Head, Dorm Leader

Vice Housewarden - Vice Dorm Head, Vice Dorm Leader

History of Magic - Magic History

Flight - Flying

Freshman/Sophomore/Junior(/Senior) - First-/Second-/Third-(/Fourth-)Year

Potionology - Potions

Flora Element - Tree Element

Cosmic Element - Null Element

Objects and Activities

Thaumarks - Madol (Magic Dollars) There is no equivalent for “Sorcents” in the original canon, as Madol more closely converts to Japanese yen, whereas Thaumarks seem to reflect United States dollar values. The “cent” of Japanese currency (sen) has been obsolete for decades.

Blastcycles - Magicwheel

Spelldrive - Magift (Magic Shift)

Locations, Countries, and Regions

Queendom of Roses - Rose Kingdom

Shaftlands - Land of Pyroxene (Pyroxene)

Harveston - Village of Harvest

Sunset Savanna - Afterglow Savannah

Island of Woe - Island of Lamentation

Briar Valley - Valley of Thorns

Fleur City - City of Flowers

Event Names

Culinary Crucible - Master Chef

Beanfest - Happy Beans Day

Joint Exams - Unified Exams

The Phantom Bride - Ghost Marriage

Wish Upon A Star - Dance and Wishes

Camp Vargas - Vargas Camp

(A Twisted Halloween) Terror is Trending - (Scary Monsters) Screaming Halloween Show

(A Twisted Halloween) Spectral Soiree - (Scary Monsters) Endless Halloween Night

A Firelit Sky Over the Sands - Scalding Sands's Al'ab Nariya

Harveston's Sledathon - Harveston's Kelkkarotu

Twisted Tsumderland - Welcome to Tsumsted Wonderland

Fairy Gala Remix - Fairy Gala If

Limited Card Names

Apprentice Chef - Chef-in-Training

Suitor Suit - Groom-for-a-Day

Starry Robes - Star-sending Robes

Halloween - Scary Dress

Silk Adorned - Jasmine (Yasmina) Silk

Applepom - Apple Boa

Tsumsitter - Tsumsted

New Year's Attire - New Year's Yukata

Masquerade - Masquerade Dress

Birthday Boy - Birthday Suit-Up

Birthday Jacket - Union Birthday

Birthday Bloom - Bloom (Broom) Birthday

All club outfits - Club Wear

JP Monikers ~ Floyd

(Floyd uses specific suffixes depending on his perceived relationship with individuals–i.e., diminutive/pejorative/etc.)

MC = Shrimp (koebi) Grim = Seal (azarashi) Riddle = Goldfish (kingyo) Ace = Crab (kani) Deuce = Mackerel (saba) Trey = Sea Turtle (umigame) Cater = Sea Bass (hanadai) Leona = Sea Lion (todo) Ruggie = Remora (kobanzame) [changed in EN] Jack = Sea Urchin (uni) Kalim = Otter (rakko) Jamil = Sea Snake (umihebi) Vil = Beta Fish (beta) Rook = Seagull (umineko) Epel = Guppy (guppi) Idia = Firefly Squid (hotaruika) Ortho = Sea Angel (kurione) Malleus = Sea Slug (umiushi) Lilia = Flapjack Octopus (mentako) [changed in EN] Silver = Jellyfish (kurage) Sebek = Crocodile (wani)* Crowley = Manta Ray (manta) Crewel = Striped Beakfish (ishidai) Trein = Red Squid (akaika) Vargas = Lobster (robusutaa) Sam = Seahorse (umiuma) Fellow = Foxfish (kitsunebera) Gidel = Cat Shark (nekozame) *Leona also refers to him as a “crocodile”

JP Monikers ~ Rook

Rook uses a combination of Japanese, French, and English variously; I have attempted to render the names in the simplest manner possible. (Those with names I cannot find in-game at the time of posting are marked accordingly and will hopefully be updated in the future.)

MC = Trickster Grim = Monsieur Hirsute (Mister Shaggy) Riddle = Roi de Roses (King of Roses) Ace = Monsieur Heart (Mister Heart) Deuce = Monsieur Spade (Mister Spade) Trey = Chevalier de Roses (Rose Knight) Cater = Monsieur Magicam (Mister Magicam) Leona = Roi de Leon (King of Lions) Ruggie = Monsieur Tanpopo (Mister Dandelion) Jack = Monsieur Tough Guy (Mister Tough Guy) Azul = Roi d’Effort (King of Effort) Jade = Monsieur Mastermind^ (Mister Mastermind) Floyd = Monsieur Yukaihan (Mister Joyous Offender) Kalim = Roi d’Or (King of Gold) Jamil = Monsieur Multi (Mister Multi) Vil = Roi de Poison (King of Poison) Epel = Monsieur Himeringo (Mister Lady Apple) Idia = Roi de Ta Chambre (King of [Your] Room) Ortho = Monsieur Doll (Mister Doll), “Miracle Boy”^ Malleus = Roi de Dragon (King of Dragons) Lilia = Monsieur Curiosity^ (Mister Curiosity) Silver = Monsieur Sleepyhead^ (Mister Sleepyhead) Sebek = Monsieur Crocodile^ (Mister Crocodile) Sam = Monsieur Mysterious (Mister Mysterious) Rollo = Monsieur du Mouchoir (Mister Handkerchief)

Monikers ~ Other/General

・MC > Malleus ~ Hornton - Tsunotarou ・Malleus > Humans ~ Child of Man (hito no ko) ・Leona > Azul ~ Tako-yarou ・Leona > Idia ~ Kaiware daikon ・Leona > Humans ~ “Herbivore” >>> Additionally, Leona often tags -yarou onto names when speaking of people he doesn’t think highly of ・Vil > Sebek ~ “Cucumber” ・Sebek > Malleus ~ Young Master (waka-sama) ・Cheka > Leona ~ Unca’ Leona - (Leona-)ojitan ・Neige > Vil ~ Vi-kun ・Vil > a great many students his junior ~ “Potato” ・Crewel > Students ~ “Puppies” (koinu-domo) ・Rollo > Trein ~ “Professor Mozus” (Mozus-sensei) ・Sam > Customers/Students > Little Imp ~ lit. “Little Demon” (ko-oni) >>> Sam sometimes will add a descriptor to distinguish between “demons”–examples being Kalim’s kin no oni and Rook’s okappa oni

Unique Magic (Signature Spells)

Below is a comprehensive list of romanized furigana (that is, the intended/spoken) readings of Unique Magic names as they appear in the original Japanese version of the game.

Riddle Rosehearts - Off With Your Head Deuce Spade - Bet the Limit Cater Diamond - Split Card Trey Clover - Doodle Suit Leona Kingscholar - King’s Roar Jack Howl - Unleash the Beast Ruggie Bucchi - Laugh With Me Azul Ashengrotto - It’s A Deal Jade Leech - Shock The Heart Floyd Leech - Bind The Heart Kalim Al-Asim - Oasis Maker Jamil Viper - Snake Whisper Vil Schoenheit - Fairest One Of All Epel Felmier - Sleep Kiss Rook Hunt - I See You Idia Shroud - Gate To The Underworld Malleus Draconia - Fae of Maleficence Silver - Meet In A Dream Sebek Zigvolt - Living Bolt Lilia Vanrouge - Far Cry Cradle Rollo Flamme - Dark Fire Fellow Honest - Life is Fun

Other Notes

+ Che’nya’s full name is rendered differently between the EN and JP versions.

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45 grave, 55gore, 6arelyhuman, abscess, acid, acid bath, alex g, alice in chains, anthrax, apati, artillery, autopsy, a7x, ayesha erotica, babes in toyland, bathory, bauhaus, beherit, bethlehem, bikini kill, billy joel, bio-cancer, black flag, black sabbath, blod besvimelse, bodily stew, bolt thrower, bon jovi, bones, bratmobile, cannabis corpse, cannibal corpse, carnivore, car seat headrest, christian death, cigarettes after sex, corneus, the cramps, crass, crystal castles, the cure, cursed pumpkin, dark angel, darkened nocturn slaughtercult, darkthrone, david bowie, dead kennedys, death, deftones, deicide, destruction, doom, the doors, d.r.i., duster, dystopia, ecpatia, the electric hellfire club, entombed, erotic gore cunt, ethel cain, evanescence, exhumed, exodus, fiona apple, fluids, forgotten ruin, forgotten tomb, ghost, ghoul, gorepot, grave, green day, grausemkeit, haggus, happy days, have a nice life, hellhammer, him, hole, hulder, hypothermia, immortal, insane clown posse, iron maiden, jack off jill, joan jett, johnny cash, joy division, këkht arähk, kittie, kmfdm, korn, kreator, kvävning, lana del rey, last days of humanity, leviathan, lifelover, mäleficentt, mayhem, mazzy star, megadeth, melanie martinez, mercyful fate, metallica, mindless self indulgence (fuck jimmy!), ministry, misfits, mitski, morbid, morbid angel, mortician, mortuary drape, mötley crüe, municipal waste, murderdolls, mxmxm, my bloody valentine, my chemical romance, nails, napalm death, nausea, nicole dollanganger, nine inch nails, nirvana, nocturnal depression, nuclear assault, obituary, the offspring, opiated devilsperm, overkill, party cannon, pierce the veil, pink floyd, pisdati bylat, possessed, psychonaut 4, queen, putrid stu, radiohead, rammstein, rob zombie, the runaways, salvia palth, sarcófago, scary bitches, sebum excess production, shining, sign crushes motorist, sisters of mercy, skag, skinny puppy, slayer, sleeping with sirens, slipknot, slowdive, the smashing pumpkins, the smiths, sodom, s.o.d., sorry..., specimen, spectral decay, subhumans, suicidal-idol, suicidal tendencies, system of a down, tankard, tenebris, toxic holocaust, tu carne, tv girl, vampirska, venom, watain, weedeater, whiplash, white zombie, xasthur, and many more!

Favorite Films/TV Shows

orphan, a nightmare on elm street, kill bill vol. 1, death proof, i tonya, scarface, willy wonka and the chocolate factory, the dark knight, billy madison, terrifier, terrifier 2, spider-man (2002), meet the parents, the cable guy, dumb and dumber, the evil dead, evil dead II, studio 666, house of 1000 corpses, morbius, the nightmare before christmas, school of rock, hannibal, the silence of the lambs, speak, pulp fiction, walk the line, the emperor's new groove, kronk's new groove, ratatouille, barbie, joker, beetlejuice, inglorious basterds, django unchained, happy gilmore, wayne's world, beauty and the beast, the princess and the frog, scream, black swan, metal lords, x, pearl, howl's moving castle, christine, mulan (animated!), beavis and butt-head do america, girl interrupted, zoolander, anger management, e.t., the wizard of oz, doctor strange, mr. deeds, twilight, edward scissorhands, coraline, the virgin suicides, a goofy movie, an extremely goofy movie, the great outdoors, superbad, monster house, liar liar, the conjuring, signs, annabelle, annabelle: creation, napoleon dynamite, mean girls, the truman show, the simpons movie, jennifer's body, the menu, clueless, dracula (1931), heathers, american psycho, the breakfast club, thirteen, the craft, disturbing behavior, the shining, hell's kitchen, kitchen nightmares, the simpsons, gilmore girls, death note, beavis and butt-head, wandavision, a series of unfortunate events, brooklyn nine-nine, metalocalypse, hotel hell

That's All! Have A Good Rest Of Your Day/Night. Take Care Of Yourselves!

#get to know me #mine #intro post #blog info #obsessed with how this turned out #blog intro #thrash metal #death metal #grindcore #goregrind #black metal #metal #80s punk #punk #goth music #goth rock #alternative

[arcsdragon]

Aaravos's prison

I think I know where/what Aaravos's prison is

(MAJOR spoilers for season 5)

((ps this is my first post/theory so I'm sorry if it's a mess))

In episode 9 (of season 5 oc) we see a large statue of Aaravos and the Jailer, well I think that's actually him, and the magic pearl(?) is his soul, he's basically trapped in both mind and body.

we've seen characters turn to stone before, ie Avizandum, and a lot in promotional things, and even the new intro with Viren who ends up dying this season, so this could be a hint.

in ep 4 in the bookery the poem they'er looking at says 'Laureloin was no more' But they also call the startouch immortal and undying, Callum just assumes 'no more' means death, but what if it's nothing else? Say separating a soul/consciousness from a body? Aaravos seems to project his consciousness and consciousness throughout the seasons (and Viren's in the 5th) when he's in his ghosty spectral form, something I assume that's star magic because it doesn't fit the other arcanum accept maybe moon.

arguable the best evidence for this is what happened to Janai's grandmother "I swallowed her" so this man either fork and knife ate her, shrunk her, or his actually body is big enough where he can just do that.

and as I said before about imagery, this season stepped it up A LOT, and during promotions we see a lot of Aaravos holding, and puppeteering characters, maybe another hint?

if Aarvos is actually that big, that would kinda make sense in the scale of the world. What I mean is, there's some animals/creatures that are just MASSIVE, I understand it being a fantasy, but when I first saw the size of arch dragons I was like ???, but if the world was originally made by startouch elves the sizes make sense, the hermit crab Sealegs, the amblers (the big camel animal thing in the desert episode season 3 ep 5) would be to scale if they really are that massive

also if you follow the dragon prince on instagram (maybe on twitter too? idk don't have it) on their website they'll post short stories, one centered around Aaravos implies his fall to Xaida made The Lake of Outcast, and if that's true, the impact of something that big would make a big crater and name make a lot of sense.

also less of evidence but maybe not? a while ago, before the character charts where released someone in a panel said Aaravos was the biggest character, there was a meme going around that he's bigger than Avizandum, but what if he actually is?

as for the pearl being his soul, the only thing I really got is separating the soul from the body making him 'no more' and the fact when he does magic his eyes are white and iridescent like pearls are.

So what does that mean in the future? Hopefully an epic final battle, but also I have a few predictions. The next step the crew is going to take is going after the Novablade/Starscraper, I think it's literally going to be a massive sword. And going a little off the rails a little bit, I love the idea that only a startouch elf can wield it because of its size, but that could be wishful thinking, I'd love a startouch to join the crew, maybe the Jailor?? (give me more startouch lore)

anyways tell me if you have any rebuttals, evidence, or more thoughts!

#the dragon prince #tdp spoilers #tdp #tdp season 5 #tdp s5 spoilers #tdp theory #tdp s5 #aaravos tdp #aaravos #tales of xadia #tdp headcanons #tdp callum #tdp rayla #tdp memes #i have a lot of thoughts

[jess-the-reckless]

I started out 2024 with a fervent prayer that it would be a nice, boring year with no major upheavals. Alas, that dream shat the bed before the end of February, so with one thing and another I've been a bit busy. Still chugging away with A Fete Worse Than Death, though, so here's a sneak peek of how pillow talk goes when you discover that your wife once spent part of the Cold War working undercover as a spectral chimpanzee.

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Crowley, champagne glass in one hand, flung back the covers. She patted the mattress next to her. “Get in,” she said. “Come on. Bedtime for Bonzo.”

Aziraphale slid down between the expensive sheets. “Why do you keep saying that?”

“No idea. Recurring brainfart, I think.”

Aziraphale plumped the pillow against her neck and settled in. She’d always loved this. As much as exploring each others bodies in bed was fun, sometimes it was just nice to talk. Whenever they were together she and Crowley had talked a lot, but it hadn’t been until they’d ended up tangled up beside the fire in the gardener’s cottage that their conversation had reached newer, deeper, more interesting levels. Sometimes the things they’d shared were profound, conversations carefully skirting the thing they had been unable to say out loud, and other times the details were small, and stupid, at least on a surface level. It was here, in a series of bedrooms, that Aziraphale had learned that Crowley hated Marmite almost as much as Aziraphale loved it, and that Crowley – for all her hair looked so shiny – sometimes fought a secret battle with dandruff. Aziraphale had consulted her library and determined that this delightful new level of conversation was that ‘pillow talk’ that lovers often did in books, and then had to make herself a very strong cup of tea, in order to remain sensible while grappling with the notion that she and Crowley were now lovers.

Pillow Talk – wasn’t that a film with Doris Day? The thought knocked something loose in Aziraphale’s mind. “Isn’t that a film, too?” she said. “Bedtime for Bonzo? I want to say Ronald Reagan, and I’ve no idea why that name rings a bell.”

Crowley blinked incredulously at her. “You amaze me sometimes. You know that?”

“Why? What have I done this time?”

“The man was President of the United States for eight years. You’re maybe the only living entity who can still write in cuneiform, but you remain wooly on Ronald Reagan? How?”

“I’ve been around for a long time, darling,” said Aziraphale. “I lost track of world leaders round about the time Alexander the Great was still handing out tips on intercrural. And there have been rather a lot of kings and emperors and presidents and such, especially lately. They’ve been going through them like lavatory paper in Westminster. Which one was Ronald Reagan again?”

“Cold War guy,” said Crowley. “Used to be in films.”

“How funny. I didn’t even realise he was an actor.”

“Neither did most people. He got upstaged by a chimp in Bedtime for Bonzo. Oh and that’s why it keeps coming back to me: it’s one of Satan’s favourite films.”

“Right,” said Aziraphale, perhaps even more confused than before. “Satan watches films starring chimpanzees?”

“Well, yeah. Eternal damnation. He’s got a lot of time on his hands.”

“I suppose so, yes. Was it a good film?”

“Fuck, no. It was a stinker,” said Crowley. “The chimpanzee playing Bonzo seemed to know Reagan was a wrong ‘un, too. She tried to strangle him with his own tie. Almost killed him, actually.” Crowley’s yellow eyes narrowed. “Wait…she wasn’t one of yours, was she?”

“One of our what?”

“Agents. Her name was Peggy. She was a girl chimp playing a boy chimp in the film, but in those days nobody minded if chimpanzees cross-dressed. She died mysteriously in a fire, and there were times when I wondered…well…if Downstairs had anything to do with her death.”

Aziraphale emptied her champagne flute in a long swallow, and topped it up. She had a feeling it was about to become one of those conversations. The kind where she needed a map.

“Right,” she said. “You thought Hell had murdered a chimpanzee? Why?”

“Because she tried to kill Reagan,” said Crowley. “Who was definitely one of ours, by the way.”

“An agent?”

“No, no. Just a very useful idiot. But it stands to reason that if you’ve got an idiot that useful to Hell, then your boss – what with omniscience being what it is and all – might have sent one of God’s creatures to…you know…” She pulled on an invisible tie and made choking noises. “…neck him.”

Too lazy to call room service again, Aziraphale miracled the bottle back to full. She was going to need a lot more champagne. “Crowley, are you seriously asking me if Heaven is in the habit of training chimpanzee assassins to eliminate future world leaders?”

“Yes,” said Crowley.

Aziraphale shook her head. “I think you’ve been watching too many James Bond films again, dear.”

“Nah. Like you always say, the Lord works in mysterious ways. If they’d known Hell had a target on Reagan’s back…I mean, that’s why they sent me.”

“You? To do what?”

Crowley shrugged, her bare, tanned shoulders bronze against the white linen. “Get in there and shake some things up,” she said. “The usual. At first I was like ‘don’t see what Satan sees in this guy’, but you didn’t have to know Ronnie for long to see that he was seething human crucible of vicious resentment and bile. He hated his fellow actors, especially the ones who were more talented than him, which was most of them. Including the chimp.”

“Oh dear,” said Aziraphale. “You don’t think he set fire to poor Peggy, do you?”

“No. Although he wasn’t exactly crying too much about her death. It was pretty much ‘rest in piss, you scene-stealing monkey.’”

“How rude. She was an ape.”

“I know. And she was a scene-stealer, to be fair. Chimpanzees are naturally funny, whereas Reagan had all the comedy chops of a bucket of rendered animal fat. And it wasn’t just Peggy he had it in for. When he wasn’t being upstaged by a chimp he was busy denouncing his fellow creatives as Godless commies. He was a bastard, and a nuisance. All he needed to become a full-fledged monster was a little push. So I…pushed. How was I supposed to know it was going to end in trickle-down, AIDS deaths, and ketchup being reclassified as a vegetable? I just thought it would be amusing to spend some time as a chimpanzee.”

Aziraphale frowned, still no clearer than before. “Crowley, what are you telling me?” she said. “Am I to understand that you were the star of Bedtime for Bonzo?”

“No. Of course not. This was after Peggy died. Perfect, really – well, for me, not for Peggy. But it gave me an opportunity to play the role of a spectral chimpanzee. What better way than to taunt him by turning up as one of his funniest co-stars? It was only a part time gig anyway. I’d chimp up and then appear at his breakfast nook in the morning, or turn up driving his limo, with the hat and everything. Hats were a big part of it, actually. If you’re going to be a chimp you might as well wear a hat, because it’s funny. And I was hilarious. I had a fez at one point, and one with a propeller on the top, even though they’re kind of hack as far as comedy headwear goes. The viking helmet in the downstairs toilet properly freaked him out, though. Quite proud of that one.”

Fascinated, Aziraphale topped up their glasses. “All these years,” she said. “And I had no idea you’d spent part of the twentieth century as a chimpanzee. I didn’t even know you could do that.”

“Of course I can,” said Crowley. “I’m like if a medieval bestiary could own shoes. I spent most of the seventeenth century as a series of witch’s familiars.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. And not just snakes, either. I’ve got range.” She ticked them off on her fingers. “I’ve been black cats, hell hounds, bats, violent ferrets, suspicious toads – you name it. Regular menagerie, me. One time I was even a bewitched chicken in Norwich.” She winced at the memory. “That was an experience. Probably why I’m still quite elastic in the pelvic floor area, actually.”   

#ineffable wives #good omens fanfic #fanfic #ronald reagan

[brokehorrorfan]

Imaginary will be released on Digital on May 7 and on Blu-ray and DVD on May 14. Produced by Blumhouse, the 2024 horror film is currently available on PVOD.

Jeff Wadlow (Kick-Ass 2, Truth or Dare) directs from a script he co-wrote with Greg Erb & Jason Oremland (The Princess and the Frog). DeWanda Wise, Tom Payne, Taegen Burns, Pyper Braun, Veronica Falcón, and Betty Buckley star.

Special features are listed below.

Special features:

Audio commentary by director/co-writer Jeff Wadlow and actress DeWanda Wise

Meet Your New Imaginary Friends - Featurette with the cast

Frills and Thrills featurette with costume designer Eulyn C. Hufkie

Crafting the Beasts of Imaginary - Featurette with the Spectral Motion team and puppeteers behind Chauncey the Bear

Bringing Nightmares to Life - Featurette with production designer Meghan C. Rogers

When Jessica moves back into her childhood home with her family, her youngest stepdaughter, Alice, finds a stuffed bear named Chauncey. As Alice's behavior becomes more and more concerning, Jessica intervenes only to realize that Chauncey is much more than the stuffed toy bear she believed him to be.

Pre-order Imaginary.

#imaginary #horror #imaginary movie #dewanda wise #tom payne #taegen burns #pyper braun #veronica falcón #betty buckley #jeff wadlow #dvd #gift #blumhouse #jason blum #veronica falcon

[lovely-amora]

To be Aware of the Storyteller (pt3)

Part3

She ran to him. The dirt stuck to her feet and the sweat made the new outfit stick to her skin. Her tail trailed behind her, hitting away at the air. For the first time, her senses felt overwhelmed. The sounds of the leaves rustling, the smell of the wet air, and even the feeling of the wind against her body.

Even so, the feeling slowly faded away from her. She knew this form wouldn’t hold but she knew she had the time.

The sound of a fire crackle, the smell of smoke. She found the camp.

She carefully walked along the edge of the camp. People may have been sleeping but she didn’t wish to bother them.

The familiar red tent, the flap being closed. She went to push aside the flap but a dagger had suddenly came into contact with her neck.

“Who are you?”

She stood still. Could this body hurt? Could this body feel pain as much as she could feel the hope in her heart?

She froze as the word vomit rose. The force that made her speak the story.

“He held the dagger closer. Every breath could be felt on the blade but none cut the neck of this stranger.”

Astarion pulled the dagger away. She turned around, she saw that he recognized her voice. She was right. He saw and hear her when no one else could.

“Hello…you’re vampire spawn, Astarion.”

The goddess didn’t know what to do. Fear for what may happen when he finds out that she knows about every possible thing that may happen to him. Excitement for going down a path that is unknown even to her. Too many emotions for her to process.

“By that orb! That was you!”

Astarion turned as the sound of Gale’s nonsense muttering could be heard not too far off. Gale paused as he looked at Astarion.

“What in gods name are you doing?”

Astarion glanced at the goddess next to him. Astarion knew the truth would be crazy but maybe just crazy enough to leave him alone,

“Speaking to a god?”

“And here we are with the trickery.” Gale rolled his eyes and walked on. Astarion seemed confused. Could Gale not see the spectral being that stood with them? Astarion brushed by the goddess and laid in his bed.

“What are you doing?” She tilted her head confused.

“Maybe if I sleep, this will be a dream and I’ll awaken with a clearer mind.”

He stared at the goddess. Her face pained with curiosity and confusion. Like a cat in a brand new area. He hated how he felt inclined to pat her head. He saw her as a much more dangerous cat. Maybe just a kitten but she still had fangs and horns.

Suddenly her hands started to fade. Her feet slowly turned to a white glow as they faded.

“I’m losing touch. This must be a short lived process.” Her face was clear with dismay and disappointment. Astarion was astonished at how clear her emotions could be read. He’d never met anyone who appeared so careless and carefree. Let alone outright upset. Like a child who had lost their best friend.

“I’ll be watching you, Astarion. I do hope we can be friends. Feel free to speak freely! I’ll always be here.”

Her body faded away, the only way to recognize she was ever there were the faint twinkles of glittering stars that drifted into the wind.

The gods had never responded to his prayers. His pleas. Him begging at their mercy. And yet a goddess who seemed akin to a child had wished to be around him?

“The world has truly gone to the hells.”

#astarion #bg3 astarion #fanfic #fantasy #goddess #vampire #narrator #love #strangers to lovers #self aware au #self awareness

[seat-safety-switch]

The less said about the glorious battle between the spectral form of A.J. Foyt and the somehow-animate form of Dan Gurney the better. You can read all about it in the major newspapers if you want, although the journalists didn’t really get the essence of the story. What’s important is that I got a brand new Honda Accord out of the whole deal. Well, not brand new. It’s like... ten, fifteen years old. It’s 2002 still, right?

Of course, I had forgotten the pact. I thought I had been so clever, having fulfilled my obligations to the multiple-time Indy 500 winner to defeat his All American Racing nemesis (this, somehow, despite the fact they had never raced against each other – go figure) and then slip out the back door, towards  the docks using my newfound ability to read basic road signs, and then onto a roll-on-roll-off ferry to go home the slow way. After that, it was a simple two months at sea, making friends with all the stevedores. Most of them weren’t named Steve, but all of them got really pissed by the fifth or sixth week when I wouldn’t stop making that joke, even the ones who initially started out pretending they didn’t speak English to avoid me at the Maersk mess hall.

As soon as we docked, I was gunning the understressed F-motor, telling it about all the cool turbochargers and turbocharger accessories I was going to bolt to its carapace in order to reach its true form as a highway abuser. Unfortunately, the chassis didn’t agree with me. Anyone here could have told you what was going to happen next. Without the annual deposits of leaking oil and poorly-applied road tar, the Accord’s virginal unibody metal had not become accustomed to the atmospheric road salt of my land of origin. I didn’t even make it to the end of the docking ramp before I was sitting on the ground, holding a windshield and the least-ferrous parts of the steering wheel in my lap.

Well, be that as it may, it was still an incredible adventure as an illegal occupant and full-time street racer at the behest of the shade of a famous geriatric racer who I had never met. I learned a lot about myself, and I also got a chance to try that new flavour of Chip Star at the parking area. They almost got it to taste like potato now, if you can believe that.

As I began the long, but familiar, process of hitch-hiking the thousands of kilometres home from the coast, I couldn’t help but wonder what ol’ A.J. Foyt was up to now. Probably going much faster than me, hurtling through the stars in pursuit of the ultimate speed. That’s when I heard a joyous little toot toot and turned to see a Suzuki Super Carry kei van barely turtling up the hill towards me. It had been sitting on the boat behind me the whole time.

The drivers’ window rolled down. “Get in, asshole,” barked Jacques Villeneuve. Home at last.

[delusional-cryptid]

hi remy :) you remember the post i reblogged from you about the piano :) ? i wrote a little something for you about it :)

He cannot scream. His mouth is sewn shut. He doesn't like to go through the house proper, lest Solomon catch sight of the boy he refuses to truly see.

He cannot play the other instruments. His fingers drip with weak sparks that fizzle out at once. His spectral hands phase through, and the sparks do not catch the wood. The only thing he can touch are the things made of silver, and Solomon makes sure to keep none of them within reach. (He will love running his ghostly fingers over the shoulders of a jacket, silver studding the black like stars, in the place of holding the hands of the person who wears it, but that will come later. In these moments, this wraith of a boy has very little hope for the future.)

He doesn't even know what would happen if he could play the other instruments, anyway. He doesn't know who else is trapped down with him in the basement, and he doesn't know what he'd say if he spoke through the threads to the woman in the fife. Surely nothing good. The entire interaction would make his situation doubtlessly worse, and any catharsis he might get would be muted by the immaterial stitches swallowing his screams.

It is fitting, perhaps, that the only instrument he can play is the one that he is tethered to. The wires circling his wrists lead him towards the ivory keys made with his bones, and they give way beneath his fingers. He cannot press them hard, just enough to make a whisper of a noise before his fingertips slip through. He plays the refrain of one of his old favorite songs. It has been so long, he can no longer remember the words, couldn't sing them even if he was able to speak. He has tried to scorch away the name that never belonged to him staring mockingly from above the keys, to rip out the gold inlay haunting him, but his sparks are too frail and dim, and gold is not silver.

(ad dolor puerum, aurum non est argentum. He can pretend, when his pale luminescence falls upon the lettering, but it will not change its composition.)

One day, when Solomon is gone, a group of thieves enter the house, and among other things, they haul away the piano. He does not know why they chose a grand piano, of all things to steal, but it is being stolen nonetheless. They put his piano inside a different house, one that is slowly decaying, and he fights and he rages and he aches to be given help, a release, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, but his presence only fills the people in the house with fear, and it drives them out once they figure out they cannot exorcise him without destroying the piano. He burns, wreathed in white fire before their eyes in a final desperate attempt, and they begin to pack up and leave. In his anger, his sparks grow brighter, and he drags his hands across the peeling wallpaper, scorching the words '𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰' over and over until a furrow in the wall appears, sunken and charred, and he is alone in the unfamiliar house. There was a reason he had learned to hide his emotions.

He waits, and he waits, until a new figure appears in the doorway, clawed and tall and glancing curiously with blank white eyes, until they see him, and immediately spread their claws defensively. Even as they lower their claws, seemingly transfixed, he remains on guard. When they lay eyes on the piano, however, they cry out and collapse, blank eyes closed. When they awake, he does his best to explain his predicament to them, trying to convey that the word mocking him from its perch above the keys is not his name at all, and that they should destroy the piano. They reach out to the keys, plinking out a refrain from a song he never got the chance to hear, a faraway look in their eyes. They focus back on him, and express apologies for disturbing him, and gladness to have come across him. They have not yet seen a single other soul on their travels. They attempt to cut the threads across his mouth with their black-tipped claw, and the spectral boy isn't sure how much more his emotions can take when it doesn't work. He mimes a request to destroy the piano, hoping that they're as strong as they look, and will be able to get rid of it easier than his dim sparks and shining hands. Despair rises as he thinks they will refuse, but, if his knees were corporeal, they would grow weak with relief when they agree to send him into nothingness.

The revenant sets the piano alight, and pain wracks his stolen, incorporeal bones as gold and red and, at last, hollow black fill his vision.

He awakens, feeling a tugging on his wrists. He is floating, as he usually does, above the ground. He is in a forest, and the wires flowing from his wrists trail from the revenant's pocket, where he knows a single piano key rests. The revenant does not seem to know he is there, and he isn't sure what to feel. He still exists, the pale-eyed revenant hadn't fully destroyed the piano like they had said they would, but, they seem nice. Kind. They had helped him, and he wasn't stuck in a house anymore. He is as free as he is likely to get anytime soon. And suddenly, the revenant is surprised by two creatures, antlered and hooved, and now their arm is halfway across the clearing, and they seem so small in the face of the things intent on ripping them apart at the seams. He cannot let this happen, for his own sake and theirs. He glows, rising behind them, wreathed in burning white that drives the creatures away. They are surprised and apologetic that they unknowingly kept him tethered to them, but he finds himself stopping them. He cannot see their face for all their long, matted hair, but he thinks he would like to. He would like to get to know this strange, wandering person further. Perhaps they can play a refrain together. The piano key's destruction will wait.

Percy Reed knows three things. The first is that his name is Percy Reed, no matter what a certain instrumentalist would say.

The second is that he is dead, but that he has found a person worth living for.

The third is that he is free, from the piano, from the name that was never his, from the man who once was called his father. He still cannot scream, but he has far less reasons to do so, as he grows to love running his fingers over silver studded like stars on the shoulders of a black jacket, and to love the person wearing it, whose hands he cannot yet hold.

Mx. Corvus this was absolutely world shattering tysm for gracing my inbox with this 🫶🫶 I love them so much it’s not even funny-

#remy rambles #asks answered #hiii Corvus!!!!! #hfth #hello from the hallowoods #save #I love this so much /gen #percy reed #diggory graves

[scotianostra]

On May 15th 1857 Williamina Fleming was born in Dundee.

Born as Williamina Paton Stevens, Dundee to a reasonably affluent family: her father ran a gilding and picture framing business. Sadly he died when she was just 7 and she was sent away to a good local school until she was 14.

She worked for a while as a student teacher in Dundee, eventually marrying James Fleming, a local accountant. Within a year they emigrated to Boston USA. Things quickly began to go wrong starting with him leaving her without warning. Shortly after she discovered she was pregnant. She was forced to find employment and secured a job as a maid – the choice of employer was to change her life.

Professor Pickering was a demanding employer and as the story goes, he became increasingly dissatisfied with the quality of the work from his male employees- to the extent that he claimed- ‘even my maid could do a better job’. It appears he really did believe this as he initially employed Williamina as an administrative assistant and then, impressed by her work, moved her on to analysing astronomical data- at which she excelled.

By her mid-twenties Williamina was one of a number of women Pickering employed to work at his observatory. They became known as the Harvard Computer – or Human Computers. Pickering taught the women to analyse spectral data and encouraged them to learn and study.

Williamina went on to manage this group and develop, alongside Pickering, a new star classification system, known as the Pickering-Fleming System. She classified over 10,000 stars; their work being published in 1890 when she was 33 years old.

She worked tirelessly, examining over 200,000 photographic plates and in the course of her work discovered many novae (including Pickering’s Triangle- see my article on this beautiful object), she analysed many variable stars, discovered tens of unusual Wolf-Rayet stars and worked on the discovery of double stars. By 1889 she was a curator at the Observatory, the first woman to hold such a post. However, much of her early work was published under Pickering’s name- it was only later that her name appeared as co-author.

Williamina hired many women over her time running the group, with a number going on to become great astronomers themselves.

Despite her position and status, Williamina received the same salary as that of a junior male new-starter. This was a source of great frustration and hardship as she tried to give her son a good education.

Williamina was awarded honorary membership of the Royal Astronomical Society in London and received numerous awards and recognition throughout her career.

#scotland #scottish #housemaid #mathematician #astronomer #strong woman #scots american #history

[procrastinatorproject]

From the Star Trek ask game:

48. Name a song or music genre you think each of the la Sirena holo squad would like.

I don't really listen to a lot of music, so I can't talk too much about specific songs or 20th/21st century genres. Fortunately, this is Star Trek, so I get to be creative 😁😁😁

Emil: I mean, if you've read my fic, you know my Emil listens to all kinds of opera and likes to sing it, too! Doesn't have to be Klingon opera, either. He once spent a delightful afternooon being taught the finer points of Bynar coloratura by Xyr (the star tenor Rios hooked up with one time and whom Emil has a crush on admires).

When it's not opera, Emil probably listens to various forms of jazz, about which he has Very Strong Opinions. (Of course, he would never go so far as to, say, have a protracted argument with someone on Federation hypernet message boards about the merits of warp-shift-amplifiers on Tellarite slop jazz, but in his defense, cargo runs really do get very boring sometimes when you don't want to risk turning off and not being there when your captain gets himself shot again......)

Ian: He'd say Scottish folk music as a matter of pride, but he also unironically loves it! He has a vast repository of sheet music for historic tunes set for various instruments and always keeps an eye out for new talent from Scotland or Caldos Colony that might be worth keeping an eye on. He does play the bagpipes himself, too, though usually only when nobody from te non-holographic crew is on board. He has also been known to lead a rousing round of sea shanties every now and again.

Other than that, he also enjoys really experimental genres. There was an unfortunate incident a few months ago where Ian was listening to a new album from an underground spectral punk band while he did engine maintenance. He was sure he wouldn't be bothering anyone, because the music wasn't in the audible spectrum for humans and only Rios and Agnes were on board at the time. About twenty minutes into the record, he got a very salty message from Emil, asking him to please stop playing music that could cause crippling migraines and ruptured ear drums in his patients...

Enoch: Enoch is all for the Federation equivalent of top 40 radio. He sometimes sneaks onto the holodeck to watch concert-transmissions from the latest Andorian pop princess or Bajoran singer-songwriter. When he's sitting watch on the bridge on the rare occasions Rios is asleep (not that he needs to be there, the computer would activate him, if his services were required, but it feels right to physically keep an eye on things, you know?) he'll often tune in to the biggest music broadcasts to keep up with new music and concert dates.

Enoch also has a knack for finding the exact song, musician, or current trend that is most likely to piss off Rios and to then fall in love with it completely. He claims it's entirely coincidental, and Emil has seriously considered writing a psychology paper about this phenomenon and what it might say about the origins of musical taste and aversion. Emil and Agnes have spent many an hour sipping tea together, watching with rapt attention as Enoch and Rios yell at each other about the "Taylor Swift Revival"-Revival Band and what is or isn't sacrilege to force poor Sirena to play through her speakers. (The rumour that there was popcorn consumed with the tea is pure slander, though!)

Emmet: Emmet has the great advantage that he does not give a fuck what anyone thinks of him or his taste in music. He has had phases where he'd be listening to metal and grunge at top volume (usually only in his head, though occasionally he'd "accidentally" blast it over the ship's speakers). But he also enjoys all kinds of classical and historical music and has listened to every genre of punk known to the Federation's audio libraries.

Then there was a memorable week where he got so into Trill's childrens music that Steward had to ask Ian to block the sound files, because the inane ear worms were starting to infect the other EH's over their shared neural pathways, and Rios had threatened that the next holo humming the tune to "Where are you wriggling little worm?" would be scrubbed from the system.

But Emmet's secret joy, the music he doesn't really tell the others about or ever listens to where anyone can hear, are whale songs. He knows the songs of roughly two thousand different species, both from Earth Whales and other aquatic mammals that communicate in similar fashions. He even has a few very rare recordings of space whale calls, and nobody has dared to ask what he had to do to get his hands on those.

Steward: Steward, on the other hand, cares A Lot what people think about his musical tastes. He would like to be sohpisticated and classy, and enjoy opera and jazz as much as Emil and the captain, or have some deep cultural ties to a genre of music he enjoys, like Ian. But alas, he finds it heart to really get into any of that. He has found himself tapping his foot and nodding along to some of the catchcy stuff Enoch often puts on when Rios is asleep, but he knows that's not really dignified and worries he might seem uncultured if people know he enjoys top 40 radio. (Raffi has called him a snob on more than one occasion, and he knows he'll have to do some deep thinking to overcome some of the biases his creators endowed him with, because he has come to realize his interpretation of "hospitality" differs quite a bit from what they seem to have been envisioning.)

He would really like to learn to play the guitar. He can play a lot of different instruments and his singing voice is exquisitely trained, but the guitar is one of those blindspots he was left with, after Rios's deletions to the holos' memories. Steward knows that Rios can play incredibly well himself and keeps a real, hand-crafted guitar in secure storage for the extremely rare occasions Rios has been in the mood to play. The EHH has dropped a lot of less-than-sublte hints around Agnes recently and hopes she might be able to coax Rios into getting back to a hobby he once loved.

Steward himself dreams of a time when they'll all be sitting around a campfire on the holodeck, or maybe in the open cargo bay with sand from the beach they landed on blowing up the loading ramp, and him playing the guitar as they all sing campfire songs and make smores and stockbrot.

Until then, he is going to make sure Sirena's access to the various Federation audio libraries is always running smoothly, the holodeck is perfectly calibrated and stocked to cater to everyone's needs, and their various music collections are kept in whatever way is most fitting to the individual crew member, holographic or otherwise. Because he is in charge of the welfare of every soul La Sirena, and if that means occasionally reassuring Emmet (or Rios) that he definitely s the only one besides Steward who knows about the collection of whale songs and reassuring him nobody will ever find out he likes to fall asleep to them, or helping Emil or Enoch workshop another fan letter or scathing blog post, or running simulations on Ian's latest music genres to make sure they won't wilt the botniculas, then that's all the music he needs.

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This was fun! I was gonna apologize for the length of this, but then I doubt you mind, do you? 😁

Thank you so much for the opportunity to write about my favourite gaggle of hyper-competent idiots and their various exploits! This was a great way to do some worldbuilding and micro-fic-writing even when full ficlets seem out of reach, and I'm realy grateful for the inspiration!

If anyone else wants to know more: Send Me Star Trek Asks 💗 (Or alternatively: send me holo-asks! I'm alsways delighted to write stuff like this!)

#star trek la sirena #star trek picard #holo squad #emil (emh) #enoch (enh) #steward (ehh) #mister hospitality (ehh) #emmet (eth) #ian (eeh) #cristobal rios #agnes jurati #raffi musiker #(briefly) #i love all of them SO MUCH!!!! #music #ask mem #@song-spero #seriously: thank you for this!!

[yuurei20]

Silver Info Compilation part 7: Silver and Malleus

While Silver is quieter in general than Sebek he seems equally devoted to Malleus, with voice lines like, “I hope to attend a Night Raven College ceremony alongside Malleus”, “I’ve no desire to reflect poorly on Malleus”, “I train myself ardently to better protect Malleus and his entourage” and “The stronger I get, the better I can protect Malleus. That is why I seek as much power as I can get.”

When Malleus compliments Kalim and Deuce during New Years he says that one might say they have “taken on the mien of a true guardian”, and when Sebek responds with poorly Silver responds that his envy his “understandable”.

Silver worries about performing poorly in a class and being an embarrassment to Malleus in a vignette, and explains to Idia that he “cannot let anything happen to Malleus”.

Idia comments that maybe Silver’s loyalty is just a result of scared to defy Malleus, and Silver responds, “I will do anything for the man I have pledged my loyalty to.”

Vil has learned how to take advantage of Silver’s loyalty to Malleus manipulate him, namedropping Malleus to pressure Silver into participating in a Film Club project (“Does he mean to say that I will sully Malleus’ good name if I refuse?…I cannot bring shame upon Malleus”) and to get Silver to join his group during Beanfest.

During Spectral Soiree Cater encourages Silver to share his woes with himself and Jamil, with the ulterior motive of picking up “some secret intel on Malleus Draconia”.

While just as loyal to Malleus as Sebek Silver and Sebek differ in opinion on how strict they ought to be with guarding him: Silver tells Malleus that if he ever finds Sebek's presence stifling he should tell him “as clearly as possible”, while Sebek insists he wouldn’t dream of stifling their liege.

Silver expresses exasperation of Sebek’s insistence to do things like handle clothing stains on Malleus’ behalf despite Malleus being perfectly capable of such simple feats of magic.

In a vignette Silver explains to Kalim that he and Sebek got into an argument over the strictness of their patrols, with Sebek accusing him of negligence toward Malleus.

Silver is distraught by the thought that he has hurt Malleus by failing to understand his feelings, saying that he couldn’t even eat his favorite risotto at lunch, as “Whenever I lifted my spoon, I would think of Malleus and stop.”

(After Kalim reveals that he “would be completely lost” without Jamil, however, Silver decides that being overprotective must be avoided at all costs.)

In a vignette Malleus invites Silver out to introduce him to the school’s gargoyles as a part of his Gargoyle Study Club activities, but is consistently disappointed in Silver’s inability to tell the difference between a gargoyle and a grotesque, and his presumption that gargoyles are generally monsters.

After receiving a lecture Silver tells Malleus that he feels they have grown closer, and he wishes to gift Malleus with a gargoyle for his room.

The vignette ends with Malleus beginning a new lesson on gargoyles to teach Silver “at greater length.”Silver losing track of Malleus is a common theme repeated in Phantom Bride and at least one vignette, but in the main story we see that it is not exactly Silver’s fault: it seems there are times when Malleus actively runs away from him and Sebek, leaving Silver to take the blame.Malleus says there “is something to be said” for the level of perseverance that drives Silver to train hard every morning.

The two characters have interesting overlap through lines about things that do not betray you: hard work for Silver, stars for Malleus.

・Silver Info Compilation Part 1: Humor ・Silver Info Compilation Part 2: Sleeping ・Silver Info Compilation part 3: Animals, Art and Floyd ・Silver Info Compilation part 4: Appearance and Emotions ・Silver Info Compilation part 5: Sebek (pt1) ・Silver Info Compilation part 6: Silver and Sebek (pt2)

#twstSilver #Silverfacts #twstfacts #Silver #twisted wonderland

[outoutdamnspark]

Drops of Rain on Foggy Glass (pt.1)

Written for the lovely @peachsodama as part of the SlasherMas!AU~

Pt. 1: Emmet

Pt. 2: Ingo (coming soon)

(So uh. This is the first smut I’ve written in a long, long time, and one of only like, three that I’ve ever put up anywhere for people to read. Please be gentle.)

CW: passionate sex with an undead slasher “villain”

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Surprisingly, Emmet is the gentler one.

Your body trembles as he presses inside, almost too big for you to adjust to; he has to pause several times to make sure he doesn’t hurt you while you whine and squirm against him, struggling to take him in. 

Emmet kisses away the tears that gather on your lashes, whispering praises, telling you how well you’re doing, how pretty, how cute, how small. You nearly come just from that, and from the feeling of him finally bottoming out. 

He waits, braced above you on his elbows, as you slowly grow used to the way he’s stretching you open. His tongue darts out to swipe across your lower lip, tasting the shaky groan that escapes from behind your teeth, and you see him clench his jaw to bite back a sound of his own. 

Eventually you nod, and he slides himself out of you. The glide makes you gasp, but the loss of him follows it up with a whimper - only to become a loud, sharp cry as he grabs at your waist and yanks you down, driving you further onto his length. 

He leans down then, and you feel the skin of your shoulder break as he sinks his teeth in with a possessive growl. 

Emmet takes you rough and slow on the ground, pinning you against the unfolded sleeping bag beneath you, rolling his hips to end with a snap - a deliberate thrust deep inside of you. The drag and push of his shaft against your core sends you reeling, nerves sparking with every aftershock of pleasure. He keeps his rhythm steady and doesn’t let up, doesn’t pause, doesn’t waver, and it gives you no time to come up for air before the next wave of bliss pulls you right back under. 

You writhe under his much larger form, your voice catching on a choked, wordless moan as he wraps his arms around you to clutch you against his cold, silent chest. 

You know he’s siphoning your warmth, pressing your pounding heartbeat against where his should be; you are his new heart now, the bright spot of sunlit radiance to replace the one he can never feel again. He whispers words of devotion into your ear with his faint, echoey voice - tells you how good you feel around him, how sweet you taste, how much he loves the way you sound as you moan his name. He’ll cherish you, his sunlight, the clear sky to his ever-rain, and he shows you just how much with another deep, deep roll of his hips. 

You gasp again as he grinds against a place inside you that makes your entire body light up like stars; the sound becomes a quiet keening as he pistons into the spot again, and then again. You rake your fingers across his back, your hips bucking wildly up to meet his own as he pulls you closer and closer to your end. He reaches down and hooks an arm beneath your knee, splays his frigid fingers over the skin of your thigh. You take the hint and wrap your legs around his waist, causing each of his thrusts to press him against the oh-so-sensitive coil of nerves just above your entrance. You sob, and he slides his other hand under your head, gently cradling it, and lifts you carefully to slot his lips over yours. 

The kiss is sweet, loving, warmer than it has any right to be with the chill it leaves across your skin, and more tender than the roll and snap of his body into yours should dictate it be. It’s a strange juxtaposition, to be fucked with such brutal precision while your spectral lover presses such worshipful kisses to your lips, your cheek, your forehead. 

He doesn’t say “I love you” as he drives his hips once more into you, so beautifully that you arch against him with a muffled scream, but you can feel the words in the way he mouths at your jaw, just below your ear. You can just make out the syllables he ghosts across your throat, hear the hitching sigh that follows. 

Everything feels too hot, coiled too tight, too good, too much. You whine desperately, try to tell him that you’re close, but he buries himself up to the hilt and grinds harder into the spot that leaves your whole body burning. 

You shudder as the dam bursts and you’re sent careening over the edge. The orgasm he’s been slowly dragging you towards is enough to cover your vision in hazy black - an eternity of him pulling you closer and closer without pause finally coming to fruition with an almost violent climax. You all but shriek as you clamp down around him, body trying to pull him in as deep as he’ll go.

But he doesn’t let you off so easily. 

Even before your walls finish clenching around his length, he’s hauling you up by the hips and sitting back onto his knees. You whimper at the loss of his weight on top of you, but as he secures your legs over his forearms and rams back into you with that same maddeningly steady pace, the sound becomes a choking cry. 

He presses forward, leaning over you with your body nearly folded in half, and breathes out a sigh of ecstasy at the way you screw your eyes shut against the overstimulation.

He whispers again and you’re so far gone that you can’t really understand him - but the way he reaches down to gently cup your face and traces the pad of his thumb over your cheek where tears have begun to spill over, tells you that the words you cannot fathom are laced with affection and praise. You grasp his forearms with trembling hands and knead the water-kissed skin beneath them in time with every thrust.

His other hand - the one colored like storm clouds and shattered skies, smooths its way up your shaking thigh and curls around it to brush chilled fingers along your most sensitive place. 

“Come for me, beautiful,” he rasps, leaning down to kiss you once more. 

You do, and as you scream against his lips and he drinks the sound like a dead man drowning, you feel him come undone inside you.

His release is cold, like the caress of wind in a rainstorm, and you shudder at the feel of it filling your heated core. His movements stutter, rhythm lost; you can feel the breath he does not need as it quickens almost desperately across your skin while he kisses you. He whimpers quietly, lips parting to wind his tongue with yours in that vulnerable moment when lovers exist as one, bodies flush and hearts full. 

(That his no longer beats is irrelevant; he has never felt more alive than when you share with him your warmth.)

But he does not tell you so, so you are left to feel it in the way he nuzzles against your cheek as he slowly breaks the kiss and reluctantly leans away. 

You reach for him. 

He takes your hands and kisses them - the lights of his shadowed eyes blink out for a moment, as if he’s closed them in reverence. 

Then, gently, so gently, he pulls out of you, leaving a trail of ethereal, glowing white in his wake. He groans at the sight and rubs the pad of his thumb up the length of your entrance, gathering up what he can to press back inside of you. 

“Em…” you whimper, hands reaching for him again. 

He laughs. The sound is light - the lightest sound you’ve ever heard him make; almost silent in its faintness, a wavering, shimmering, wispy chuckle filled with an unmistakable tint of joy. 

You spend the rest of the night wrapped up in chilly arms, held snugly to a chest that no longer rises and falls with breath, sated and happy and so very, very loved.

#spark writes #lemon zest #y'all I am NERVOUS #slashermas au #submas #subway master emmet

[ladylucksrogue]

[Get to Know Me Game]

Thanks for the tag @impossibleprincess35 and @yourfavoritefridge 🩵🩵

Last Song: Cruel Summer. I have a confession to make....I am notorious for stubbornly rejecting trendy stuff/people/books etc just because they are trendy. Eventually I come around and jump on the bandwagon, at least with some things... deserving things...like Hunger Games or Taylor Swift. I will admit, I don't like the song Anti-Hero because they blasted the thing on the radio every fucking day non stop. The first time I heard it, a few lyrics hit me the wrong way and my kid was like, this song is a like a fever dream, I had to agree...but...besides that song and Teardrops on my Guitar, her music is actually good. I've come to the dark side, I'll admit it. I still can't listen to Teardrops to on my guitar because it came out the year before I had a really nasty breakup with my ex and his name is in the song. During my break up it was on every station, I swear...ugh... Moving on... Cruel Summer is actually epic...and well, I've been kind of on a fanfiction binge lately, was reading some Obikin and just had the epiphany that the song fits some messy modern au so well…

Favorite Color: blue and green. I love bright colors though, like the ones most people hate. Like bright neon green or burnt orange or that weird ochre yellow color. I don't wear said colors, I wear a lot of grey and black, but I like those colors for decorations.

Last TV Show: CSI Las Vegas. Hubs has been binging early seasons. Shrugs. I usually half pay attention half read. It makes him happy.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Savory. I love stuff like chips or fries. Beef jerky, cheese, etc. I have to watch it a bit, as too much salt is not good for my kidneys or blood pressure but everything in moderation. I love spicy when it's actually done right, like the amazing Chinese restaurant in NYC that had real Sichuan chili oil, so good. Or a good vindaloo curry. Sweet stuff is not really my thing. I stopped drinking anything with sugar (non alcoholic anyway) 3 years ago and now everything with a lot of sugar tastes too sweet. Except chocolate. Chocolate is always ok.

Relationship Status: Happily married. My husband just sent me the link to one of the black series Obi-Wan figures I don't have, telling me he took care of it 💖 He enables my obsession 😆 Nah but for real, he's the best for so many reasons.

Last Google: That was a whole odyssey…the doctor's office fax number so that my insurance could fax a confirmation of insurance for my son. His card was apparently expired and I spent the whole morning playing phone tag to get it sorted.

Current Obsession: Lindt Christmas chocolate, Kenzo’s Cedre secrets perfume, my new flannel blanket, Book Lovers by Emily Henry (thanks again for the rec @yourfavoritefridge I'm halfway through and not sure what to do with my life when it's over, I'm so invested 😂), Seal Team, scarves, and of course Star Wars.

Open tag to whoever wants to participate! I'll go ahead and tag @sendpseuds @quigonsjeans @piccolaromana @elwenyere @spectral-musette

#ask me questions #ask game