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pomefioredove · 17 days

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Ngl I want a sequel to bad ending 'yuu gets sold' series

Cause imagine the boys go to NBC just to find out that yuu is actuality doing great, better than great, even better than the time they were doing in NRC

I like to think that Rollo is legitimate a nice person when you remove the hatred over magic type of stuff

He deffo makes sure that yuu is well fed and clean (let's be honest, not something that yuu always has in NRC) plus treat yuu greatly

rollo fans who are starving since everyone stopped talking about him after november I'm here for you. I see you. take my hand

parts 1 | 2 | 3 | kalim | 'bad' ending

summary: yuu transfers to NBC type of post: fic characters: rollo my beloved additional info: yuu is gender neutral, implied romantic ^_^

It had been a long six months for everyone at Night Raven College.

The departure- and subsequent absence- of their beloved Ramshackle prefect was very much felt.

Days were longer, nights were darker, the first year class itself felt empty.

"At least they're not dead," was the consensus.

Of course, you continued to communicate with your friends- it wasn't like you completely dropped off the map, although Noble Bell College had a stricter policy about phone usage.

You even sent some letters back and forth, yours filled with updates and mementos, theirs with pictures of all you'd left behind.

Did you miss NRC?

Well...

You missed your friends.

But Crowley? The overblots? Being everyone's personal therapist?

...Yeah. You could live without that.

Noble Bell College may have been more exclusive, and more strict in their code of conduct, but it was more peaceful, too. Smaller, less students, and much less reliance on magic, so that you and Grim could be whole students independent of one another.

The curriculum was much different than NRC's. Less of an emphasis on a personal connection to magic, and more on tradition, ritual, and history. There were few times when you'd have to sit out a class, or watch your friends have fun from the sidelines.

If anything, Rollo made a point of including you.

A part of it may have been personal pride- after all, he just couldn't resist showing you how much better he is.

But he also had a vague idea about how stressful your life at NRC really was, and how isolated you felt, despite being surrounded by people. It was his duty, in a sense, to rectify that.

Even if it meant you had to sit through his lectures and recitations of the traditional magic laws.

...Though, even with his intense adherence to tradition and structure, he made quite a show of being kind to you.

Despite his best efforts to claim fairness and righteousness, it was no secret to anyone that he favored you. You quickly became the only person he spent his free time with (not that he was particularly social in the first place...)

And... it was nice. Is nice.

He holds himself to high standards, and expects that of others; he's cold, harsh when he feels it necessary, and repressed in all ways imaginable.

And yet... well, there's no sabotage, no swindling, no scamming, no manipulation to make petty ends meet.

Rollo, as a person, is both confusingly complex and reassuringly simple. You know as much. He sticks to routine, to rules, to tradition. He's diligent in every sense of the word, and highly respected because of it.

And when the eyes of the other students are turned away, he treats you with a sort of gentleness that you'd become wholly unfamiliar with at NRC. Like a porcelain doll, like something precious he desires to wrap in cotton and silk and store somewhere safe.

You wonder if his behavior towards you is at all connected to the very reason he risked his status bringing you here in the first place... but you don't dwell too long. He's as mysterious as anything.

When your former classmates come to visit over break, it's like they're meeting an entirely different person.

"Happy to see us, eh? You're like, glowing," Ace smirks.

Deuce elbows him in the ribs for that comment. "What he meant is that you look great. I mean, really! You've been sleeping more?"

You nod. "Lots, yeah,"

"Weird, I woulda guessed they'd been working you to the bone. This place is all "no funny business", right?" Ace shakes his head.

You laugh, walking alongside your former fellow first years in the streets of Fleur City, the very ones you'd become so accustomed to in recent months.

"I've actually been doing well with my studies. I think I've finally decided what I want to do after graduation,"

"Oh, that's great!" Deuce says. A lengthy pause follows, much to your confusion- it's as if everyone has something they want to say, but won't be the first to say it.

Epel clears his throat. "You been 'doin alright?"

"Um... yeah. I have,"

"Cause... you know, if anyone was giving you trouble, we'd give 'em what for!"

You chuckle. "I'm fine, really. People here are pretty nice..."

Again, that same silence follows. Epel, Deuce, and Ace look between each other, as if daring the other to say the next thing.

This time, you take the initiative.

"Listen. If this is about Rollo, he's fine. I'm fine. He's been nothing but helpful,"

The tense silence breaks and Ace sighs, shaking his head. "You can't blame us for being worried,"

"I mean, this whole situation has been really shady. Everyone at NRC has been worried sick..." Deuce says. "We just wanted to make sure..."

You smile. "I appreciate it, but you really don't have to send in a rescue party. I've been... I've been really good. Happy. And I miss you guys to pieces, but I've felt closer to home here than anywhere else. Does that sound strange?"

A short pause follows. Deuce is the first to speak, his voice sounding strained. "Not at all. We just want you to be happy,"

You can tell he's trying really hard to sound positive. Epel, on the other hand, doesn't sugarcoat anything.

"You really won't come back with us?"

You smile again, though this one is wholly apologetic. "No, I don't think so,"

The three are quiet for another moment, and then seem to drop the subject. The rest of their stay goes by smoothly, even with all the strained moments where you can tell they have something to ask. You assume they've already figured out the answer.

The day trip is over by sundown and you return to campus just before curfew, taking a seat in one of the cozy (though currently empty) lounges by a familiar face.

"They're gone?" Rollo asks, not bothering to look up from the textbook he's perusing.

You watch him carefully, and think it's best not to mention you friend's attempt to bring you back with them.

"Yes, they're gone. We had fun, nothing happened,"

"Good," he says. A brief silence follows before he speaks again. "I do trust you. But-"

"You don't trust them. I understand. If I were you, I suppose I wouldn't, either. But I'm fine,"

"When are they coming back?"

"Two months. They're taking the weekend. Might bring some other people,"

Rollo hums a note of acknowledgment, fingers rolling around the pen in his right hand. The book is still open, though he's looking ahead now. His face is flushed.

You know he's unhappy with it, but he won't say anything. You're grateful he likes you enough to let you rub elbows with people he despises. Especially after all that's happened...

He stands, closing the book. "Very well. Let me know what day so that I may adequately prepare myself. Good night. Be safe,"

And with that, he takes his leave.

Ever distant. Ever polite. One might mistake the way he speaks for coldness or resentment if you weren't so familiar with his mannerisms by now.

You turn to look into the lounge fireplace behind you, watching the flames flicker and die until all that remains are soft, glowing embers, the same shade of red that burns on his cheeks when you look at him.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #rollo flamme x reader #rollo fans come here. come here. I'll save you

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tarotwithdanise · 1 year

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20 things that May will brings to you.

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Going back to places that reminding you your childhood ; a heal for your inner child.

There are some outcomes that will make you so happy.

If you are someone who is in the field of social media like influencer or well known in a specific community- you probably gonna gain a lot of followers that will respect and honor you the most.

A shocking news ; can be bad or good well it's depends on you on how you perceive this situation.

Someone in your back doesn't agree with you at all and just playing nice towards you because they can benefit something from you, for simple description; you are a tool for them.

If you are experiencing unstable health currently, this pile is a confirmation that you are in good health yet slow and steady.

You might loss some of your property.

An enemy ; an averting evil for you will watched your moves this month. And possibly waiting for you around the corner.

If you are planning to learn some new language, new diet plan or new instrument, this tells you this is the right time for you start.

A sincere new friendship may build and come for this month.

Some of your efforts will be crowned with success.

You will be a bridge to a new develop couple so they can linked and get together.

Good fortune is coming and so you need to trust your family more.

Satisfaction in your home may likely to happen.

You will pay attention and focus to your physical and mental health.

Someone who is strong authority and influence to the public will be significant for you.

A healing for you with a married woman ; this can be your mother. Healing about your mother wound issues.

If you planning to get married with this month. You and your partner may have a happy and comfortable life.

Be careful when investing money or buying something from someone, you might get scammed.

You will find yourself truly blessed with the Universe with this time. And so you feels like to inspire others as well be inspired from them.

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Planning to meet someone who is popular and famous?Like attending to your favorite idol concert? This will bring a lot of happiness for you. You will enjoy this situation. If not, you are likely planning and savings money for you to actually meet them.

Someone who will get married or if not, you likely to attend and be invited with this wedding.

A partnership. Agreement or soul connection may happen this month with someone.

You will develope a new exercise plan or if not, you maybe interested to join in a exercise program.

Your spiritual growth and intuition will be on point.

You will forgive someone.

Your like or crushing to someone may develop into the next level of like, especially love.

Step out of your comfort zone. (In case, you were looking for a sign this maybe a sign for you to start doing it.)

You bring love and peace into a situation.

Shock from a bad news.

A end of someone or something, can be an actual 💀.

You will be surrounded by true friends.

Fulfilment of your high hopes.

For some, new love may develop.

Swimming??Not sure if it's pool or beach though.

You will discover a secret of someone.

Family quarrels may come.

You will receive a good fortune and neutralize the evil near to you.

Strong unexpected fortune.

You will receive a message from someone that will touch your heart.

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You may somehow feel deeply hurt.

Manifesting exactly what you want, just keep a positive mindset.

Moving on from a heart break and arriving of someone.

An awaited message may finally arrives ; text, call, email.

You will be talked online? You will be relevant somehow for others.

You will stop a toxic pattern.

A short embarrassment may happen to you that will follow a happiness moment.

Someone might stole something from you so better watched out your things ; a theft.

You maybe get a rival for a competition into someone or something.

A confession from someone you know.

If you have business, it will like get recognition and success.

A enemy will decided to go and turn their back away from you.

Motivation for others and for yourself.

A change of mind.

New pet or working on a new jobs.

A personal issues will finally found it's solution.

You will decide to work with your fears because you think your bigger than them.

You will start dancing and connecting more with Nature.

Starting a new hobbies especially baking sweet treats and writing a journal.

A planned vacation may happen or you will move into a new house, room or dorm.

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A get together with your friends.

New hair color and hair style.

After a long months of not watching a movie, you will decided to watch again.

A study to stars or if not, a study to astrology.

You will go to see a doctor for check up.

You will buy a new sets of book for yourself.

Deep breathing can calm down your anxiety, you will nourish your temple.

You will let yourself to be playful and enjoy for this month.

A new phase of your life will be happening and preparing yourself for an union with the next coming months.

A freedom from toxic relationship or addiction habits.

Contented of being alone, you will start your own self-care.

A pain???

Your fierce enemies are near to you with this month.

A popularity of someone or yourself will bring so much joy to you.

Your feelings for someone will grow be intense.

Important advice from someone who is female.

You will have a lot fun coming here for you pile four.

Someone you like will like you equally can be friends like platonic.

Someone will try to gaslighting you so be aware.

You will find out something from someone that will shock you and everyone.

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l8rs-gat0rs · 1 year

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Back with another Eva request! Very angsty this time, but reader and Eva had been secretly dating for a while, but recently Eva's been more flirty with the other girls, so reader gets jealous and threatens to leave.

It's Always Been You

Pairing: Eva x Female reader

Warning(s): ANGSTTTTT, self-esteem issues, TERRIBLE communication, make-up fluff

Summary: You and Eva have been dating for a while, Eva thinks the girls suspect something so she starts being more flirty with them. However, you don't take this very well, and you threaten to leave.

Word count: 1.8k

Happy pride month everyone! So happy to be off my writers block hiatus on the glorious first day of the gay month haha, especially dropping this fic! Hope ya'll enjoy :) Especially you anon, thanks for requesting. Sorry it took so long!

~~~~~~Happy Reading!~~~~~~

You smiled as Eva cuddled with you and traced her finger along the soft skin of your arm absentmindedly as the two of you watched a movie together.

You smiled as Eva cuddled with you, absentmindedly tracing her finger along the soft skin of your arm as the two of you watched a movie together.

This had become one of your nightly rituals, every night, you and Eva would sneak out of your beds, kiss, cuddle, watch TV or movies, and... other… things too…

Why at night? Well, you and Eva decided not to tell the rest of the girls because you both weren't ready to tell them.

The two of you were nervous about how they would react, so you kept it on the down low.

Which brings you to your current situation.

You didn't mind it at first, but you're starting to wish you could be out to the girls.

"Eva, when can we tell the girls?" You asked her, lifting your head off her chest to look up at her.

"Soon, they're not ready yet," she replied, keeping her eyes on the TV.

You sighed softly, moving your head back to her chest.

It was the same response she had given you multiple times.

And once again, you reluctantly accepted it.

"Alright"

The night ended as usual, with you falling asleep in Eva's arms.

When you woke up, you were in your bed and Eva was nowhere to be found.

As usual.

You sigh, laying in bed for a while, scrolling through your phone, before you decide to get up and brush your teeth.

When you make your way to the kitchen you shared with the girls, you roll your eyes at the sight before you.

Eva has her arms around Cricket's waist, and Cricket laughed as Eva whispered something into her ear.

"Oh hey, what's up, babe?" Isis said as she noticed you.

Eva's eye caught yours but neither of you said anything, her expression unreadable.

"Hey Isis, what's for breakfast?" You asked with a small smile on your face.

"Cricket is making her famous chocolate chip pancakes" Salem said excitedly.

"Oh nice!" You rubbed your hands together.

You couldn't lie to yourself; you loved Cricket's chocolate chip pancakes.

You looked at Cricket, and she smiled, saluting you before flipping one of the pancakes she was making.

You had made it a point not to get mad at any of the girls, even if they were flirting with Eva, because it wasn't their fault; they didn't know the two of you were together.

Eva's hands slipped down to Cricket's hips, and you inhaled sharply before turning away quickly and sitting down at the table with the rest of the girls.

"So what's new with you, little miss 'I'm-everyone's-favorite' ?" Salem nudged your arm playfully.

"Oh, so I'm your favorite?" You smirked at her.

"Of course, how could you not be cutie?" She wrapped her arm around you, causing you to blush lightly.

"Yes, we all love y/n" Eva spoke up as she sat down across from you.

Though she had a smile on her face, you could tell by a slight twitch in the corner of her lips that she was irritated.

This is how she's been recently; she flirts with all the girls but gets jealous whenever they flirt with you.

Yet she still wouldn't tell them the two of you were dating.

You were tired of the hypocrisy.

"Well, if I'm your favorite, why don't you prove it?" You turned back to Salem.

"Oooooh, someone's flirtingggg, I didn't know you had it in you" Grace quipped with a smirk.

"There are a lot of things you haven't experienced when it comes to me." You replied, throwing her a wink.

"Oh really? I'd like to experience them, if you don't mind" Grace responded, her voice dropping, sounding more sultry.

"Wow, looks like the pancakes are ready everyone!" Eva said unnecessarily loud as Cricket bought the plate of finished pancakes to the table.

"Yup, dig in!" Cricket said, placing the plate down in the middle of the table and taking a seat next to you.

The girls started digging in. You made eye contact with Eva, her smile had disappeared, she was now staring at you.

You shrugged your shoulders at her and started putting pancakes on your plate.

You put syrup on your pancakes and started to eat.

"Mmm, Cricket, these are fucking amazing, as usual" you moaned.

"Wow, that's a sound I would like to hear again" Cricket smirked.

"Hey, I think we should have an extra check-in session today after breakfast." Eva looked up from her food at you.

You noticed her clenching her jaw as she waited for your answer.

"Yeah, sure, sounds good" you looked back at your food and cut another slice of your pancakes.

After breakfast, you purposely took a while with the dishes.

You had no interest in talking to Eva any time soon.

"Y/n, I think that plate is clean now." Cricket laughed.

You looked down at the plate you were holding and stopped scrubbing it.

"Oh, sorry. I guess my head is somewhere else." You smiled at her sheepishly.

"Is it about Eva?" Cricket quirked her eyebrows up, folding her arms and leaning her back against the counter.

Your eyes widened for a second before you steeled yourself.

"It's not," you answered simply, placing the dish on the drying rack and turning around to face Cricket.

"Mhm" Cricket smirked.

You rolled your eyes and busied yourself cleaning an imaginary stain on the counter with a dishcloth.

"Come on, you've been acting weird ever since she asked you to have an extra session after breakfast."

"It's complicated." You sighed, stopping your actions and looking at Cricket.

Cricket's face softened and she smiled at you.

"Hey listen, I'm not gonna push anything, but if you want to talk, I'm here for you." She put a hand on your shoulder.

"Thanks, I gotta go to my session with Eva, but we can talk after." You smiled gratefully at her.

She nodded and gave you two pats on the back before you made your way to the session room.

You knocked on the door, hearing Eva say "Come in" before you entered, closing the door behind you.

"So you wanna tell me what that was at breakfast?" Eva asked, crossing her arms and staring at you as she sat on the floor seat she had by the window.

You simply laughed at her audacity.

"Sit." She gestured to the seat across from her.

You rolled your eyes but sat down anyway.

"I don't understand what you think is funny y/n" Eva frowned at you.

"No, I don't understand what you want me to say. Everyday Eva. It's every single fucking day. You flirt with the other girls, but you can't tell them about us because they're Not. Ready." You annunciated your last few words, laced with venom.

"Yeah, because they're not! And I don't know what you expect me to do, I'm just trying to make sure we don't get caught." Eva shot out exasperatingly.

"Right, but it's a problem when I do it." You scoffed.

"Yeah, because you're not doing it to make sure we don't get caught." Eva ran a hand through her hair.

You were a bit surprised she was showing outward signs of irritability since she was usually fairly collected, even when she was upset.

"Oh, so when I flirt back, it's because I'm selfish. Got it." You nodded sarcastically.

"No! You just-"

"Listen Eva. I'm done. With all of this. I'm done with the sneaking around. I'm done with the hypocrisy, and I'm done with you." You spat, getting up from your seat on the floor, ready to leave the room.

"Y/n wait!" Eva quickly rose to her feet and moved to squeeze both of your arms.

"No Eva. I'm leaving. I can't be here anymore. I thought you were different, but you're not. You're ashamed to be with me, and I deserve better than this." You pushed Eva's hands off of you, your voice lower than before.

You turned to go, making your way toward the door.

"You're right." You heard Eva say.

You came to a halt at her words but didn't turn around.

"You're right. You deserve better than me. But, I want you to know, I was never ashamed to be with you." Eva spoke softly.

Tears welled up in your eyes as she continued.

"I'm just... I don't know. I don't want the girls to view me differently. I'm scared to tell them because I'm afraid of not being good enough for you. I flirt with the other girls, but not in the same way I flirt with you. You mean so much to me. I've never felt this way about anyone before. I swear on my life, I don't love anyone the way I love you. You mean everything to me, and that scares the shit out of me y/n because what if I lose you? What if we tell them and they tell you that you deserve better?" You heard Eva's voice quiver toward the end.

"You're the one that I want, y/n." She grabbed your hand, causing you to turn around and face her.

"It's you. It's always been you." She finished, with tears now pouring down her red cheeks.

You grabbed her tightly and hugged her as the two of you sobbed in each other's arms.

You were so moved by her words, and not only that, but Eva opened herself up to you.

She had always been this flirtatious, confident woman, so sure of herself in every single way. You'd never imagine Eva losing her cool, much less crying.

But here she was.

Sobbing into your arms, afraid she wasn't good enough for you.

"Eva" you croaked after the two of you had calmed down, your voice hoarse from crying.

She pulled away to look at you and you wiped the tears from her face.

You smiled at her because even though she had just been crying, she was still the most beautiful girl you had ever seen.

You held her face in your hands, rubbing your thumb against her cheeks.

She melted into your touch and put her hands over yours as her bright blue eyes glistened with tears.

"You are more than enough for me. And I'll keep saying that until you know it deep down in your bones, because I need you to know that. You are good enough. And the girls would never say you aren't. And even if they did, I wouldn't listen to them, I would not give a single flying fuck."

You looked deep into her eyes, making sure she understood every single word you were telling her. Because you meant it.

"And I love you too, Eva. I love you so much it makes my heart hurt" you chuckled, causing her to let out a small, choked laugh, tears threatening to spill.

You closed your eyes and gently pressed your lips against hers, kissing her with passion.

When the two of you separated, you kept your eyes closed, pressing your forehead to hers.

After around 30 seconds, you pulled away from her, taking both her hands into yours.

"Now what do you say we tell the girls about us?" You smiled at her hopefully.

"Let's do it." Eva smiled back.

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iwanttobepersephone · 5 days

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So I sent this message to @findingcrow

And I ended up explaining literally all of the emojis. Here they are (in order of explained, not order of how they were put). I spent 3 hours explaining this and it's a LONG post, so, sorry lol

👯‍♀️-The twins are just a pair of dancers, and I love the vibes of Scar and Grian dancing together in the desert

🫧-The bubbles are because their love has the same vibes as the way a child loves bubbles. The child thinks bubbles are pretty and fun, but often pops them due to a lack of understanding of their fragility

⚖️- The scale is a symbol for justice, something that Grian had the intention of bringing to the server, and yet, in the end, he hated following through with it (killing Scar)

🪬- The hand is called a hamsa, as far as I'm aware, and is a symbol for protection and guidance, something that Grian offered to Scar throughout the entire time they knew each other

✨️- The sparkles are about how attractive and nice their love seemed to Grian, how shiny the prospect of loving Scar was

💌- Well, to me, it feels like keeping his love hidden inside him, leaving only hints of its existence. You cannot read what's inside the envelope until you open it, but the heart implies it was sealed with love. He hides his feelings in the envelope like a letter never meant to be read

💃- Ok, so, the dancing one is the same as the pair dancing

🌌- The galaxy is about his home, as I like to think the Watchers live in sorta in space-ish. I think a lot about Grian routinely going up on the roof in any season of the series and just, staring at the stars. "Oh wow," he'll say, "it's so much more beautiful looking up than down"

🫀- I tend to use the real heart for situations when my love feels, well, *real*, more so than the typical cartoons heart can express. When it feels almost as if the other person is less of a loved one, more of a part of me, like we've become so very intertwined that I can never forget them. I think you can guess why that applies to Scar and Grian

🎭- The drama masks are, once again, about how he hid his feelings. "No," he said, "I'm not in love. He's just my partner in crime." It's also about how he acted out a personality that fit his needs, too. He always wanted to win, and Scar was a part of that. "I made a deal, I have to live up on it" while he's actively helping kill people, knocking down the number of who he'll have to kill once he's red. In the end, all his actions were for his own gain, but slowly the facade he put on them of being for Scar became real, the mask became his face

🕯- And the candles, well, "the light of the server." A candle in the dark. A fire, something so fierce and destructive, becoming passive and helpful. Something so necessary for some. Plus, they're often associated with magic and rituals, a tool for manifestation and summoning and communication. But a fallen candle, a flame forgotten before bed, it can become destructive again. That's what burns down houses, what takes lives. And if it doesn't lose control, it burns, and burns, and keeps burning until all of itself has melted, until it's nothing

⚔️- For the swords, I thought mostly of when Grian attacked him. Y'know, "YOU TRAITOR!". #1, I like to think of it as him putting his sword to Scars throat, so swords are obvious there. #2, he also was guarding himself! He trusted Scar, showed him parts of himself he never showed anyone else (maybe even revealed he's a watcher?????), and then Scar KILLED HIM! As part of a stupid game! (Yes I'm aware of the irony there it drives me insane I can rant about that themes about that for so so so so long and the guilt Grian feels for being the cause the games Rzaurskr74us4s4ua). So, obviously, he started to guard his heart, like swords across an entrance

⚰️- Coffin is 2 things, first, the way their love died as Scar did. I like to think that Grian tried to bury him a little, Scars final resting place was also the resting place of their love (at least, the final resting place of SCARS love). The second thing is that Scar would sell coffins, remember? But he never got one. He never got what he gave, but he did get everything Grian had

🎠- So, the horse isn't JUST a horse, it's a merry-go-round horse. Y'know, from a carousel? So, in all the seasons, their relationship kinda follows the same main story-beats, right?

•Early betrayal/beginning of a grudge

•They're forced to make up, even if just briefly

•Help each other out with something

•They fall out again

•They die (sometimes being the CAUSE of the others death, even if indirect)

It happens again and again.... like how a carousel goes around and around and around. You CHOSE to get on the carousel, Grian, and you can't get off until it's over, you know that, Grian

🏜- Anywas, for the desert, well, they're the desert duo

🦙- For the Llama, don't tell me you forgot about Pizza!

🌓- Ok the half moon, Let's see how effectively we can put this into words. So it's 2 sides of the moon, right? It's the same thing at its core, the moon, but two entirely separate appearances, light and dark. It's the same thing at its core, a game, but two entirely separate experiences, the player and the creator. 2 sides of the same coin sorta deal, yeah? They both play the game, too, and in my mind, Scar sorta creates the game, too, in his own way. Would Grian have ever stuck around the game the way he did if Scar weren't there? Scar kept things interesting for him, kept him from getting bored. Grian bent and created new rules to make sure Scar had fun, the game was created just as much for Scar as it was for Grian. And again, Grian plays too! Grian has plans blow up in his face, Grian faces punishments of breaking the rules, and despite what the other players may say, Grian lost, too. It's the same thing at its core, a game, unwinnable, but malleable

❤️‍🩹- The bandaged heart is a bit more on the nose,

I like to think both Grian and Scar were, in some way, hurt when they met. Maybe Grian had become used to the ultimately selfish love of the watchers, and had trouble believing that any other sort of love could exist. Maybe Scar hated his namesake, and wished he could hide it. (Examples, I can't quite decide on what I wanna do with it, lol. But as they grew closer, that changed. Grian began to believe in selflessness, and Scar began to find beauty in every part of him. They bandaged each others wounds and healed each others hearts

🧨- So, the dynamite is also pretty obvious, I feel like, like it's Grian. Now I COULD do some sort of deep meaning, pretty easily in fact (blowing up in the emotional way instead of the physical way, losing control of his emotions, once again circling back to "YOU TRAITOR"), but that's really not what I had in mind when I put it there

🏳️‍🌈- The queer flag.... do I need to explain that

🕰- So, the clock is a really cool one, because Grian knew from the very beginning that this would never last. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he had a timer in the back of his mind, constantly ticking, for when it was all gonna end. It was only ever a matter of time, but he pretended it wasn't. He pretended it would last forever. Maybe, if he hoped for long enough, the clock would stop ticking, but it didn't

⏳️- Now, the sand timer has, once again, a very similar meaning. It's a timer till the end of it all, the knowledge that it will always run out, *always*. But he still joins the games, over and over again. He flips the hourglass over and restarts the timer. The sand will keep pouring, it will never change, it will end the same, always

#long post #jesssussss christ I spent 3 hours explaining my emoji choices lol #it was really fun tho #3rd life #life series #traffic light smp #traffic smp #grian #goodtimeswithscar #watcher grian #grian watcher #symbolism #this is just straight up copy and pasted from our dms so if it feels a bit weird thats probably why

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Jewish Song of the Day #32: Miriam Haneviah

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Shavua tov! I hope you all had a nice, restful Shabbat and that its sweetness lasts you through the whole week.

I love this song, not just because it's Rabbi Deborah Sacks Mintz, but also because it's a feminist counterpart to Eliyahu Hanavi.

This is Rabbi Sacks Mintz's explanation:

In the 1980s, poet and liturgist Rabbi Leila Gal Berner composed a beautiful poetic midrash on one particular narrative moment we read in Exodus: Miriam’s role in leading the women of her community through the sea from the marginalization and oppression of slavery and into the unknown wilderness of freedom. An exploration of her beautiful poetry must begin with a framing of that very Exodus verse: וַתִּקַּח֩ מִרְיָ֨ם הַנְּבִיאָ֜ה אֲח֧וֹת אַהֲרֹ֛ן אֶת־הַתֹּ֖ף בְּיָדָ֑הּ וַתֵּצֶ֤אןָ כָֽל־הַנָּשִׁים֙ אַחֲרֶ֔יהָ בְּתֻפִּ֖ים וּבִמְחֹלֹֽת׃ “Then Miriam the prophetess, Aaron’s sister, took a timbrel in her hand, and all the women went out after her in dance with timbrels” (Exodus 15:20) Her curiosity with this verse, combined with a desire to see women prophets and leaders recognized more broadly in ritual moments, drove her to compose the poem we today know as Miriam HaNeviah. Written with a rhythmic cadence designed to match the traditional Eliyahu HaNavi melody, her hope was to raise Miriam up in the moment of havdalah. The lyrics to the poem itself highlight Miriam’s leadership as multi-faceted: strengthening the the world’s song through her dance, repairing the world through her song, and ultimately, bringing on the waters of redemption only with the partnership of the broader community. I was deeply inspired by Rabbi Berner, as well as one of my collaborative colleagues Rabbi Ariel Root Wolpe, to continue this process of creative midrash by adding to the story R’ Berner began. She wrote a new text to be sung to a traditional melody, and I wrote a new melody to be sung to that very text. R’ Wolpe herself writes feminist poetry exploring the role of Miriam and, through the context of our hevruta studying women ancestral leaders in prayer and song, unearthed this new melody from inside my own heart and soul. From a compositional standpoint, the chorus is the main event of this song. Reading “bimheira b’yameinu” - quickly, in our days - there is an urgency to the hope and prayer embedded in this poem for redemption, and thus the melody itself mirrors that urgency, ascending upwards on the word “bimheira.” Other compositional tactics I used regarding such manners of word-painting, include a dance-like groove underscoring each verse, in recognition of the repetition of the phrase “tirkod itanu - dance with us.” But by far the most essential creative component of this song is that it was recorded exclusively with women. My artistic team for this recording consisted of Rabbi Ariel Root Wolpe, who I mentioned above, as well as Chava Mirel and Elana Arian, two of my long time musical partners who themselves have dedicated their lives in service to the Jewish people through composing, performing, and leading new Jewish music around the world - as both ritual leaders and as women, wives, and mothers. We all felt a deep connection to the women who came before us - including Miriam, as well as the women rabbis and musicians who have influenced our work and lives since - and poured this inspiration into the project. The lush harmonies in this recording are designed to be representative of the voices of generations of women in prayer, song, and leadership.

And here are the lyrics:

מִרְיָם הַנְּבִיאָה עֹז וְזִמְרָה בְּיָדָהּ בִּמְהֵרָה בְיָמֵינוּ הִיא תְּבִיאֵנ אֶל מֵי הַיְשׁוּעָה מִרְיָם תִּרְקֹד אִתָּנוּ לְהַגְדִּיל זִמְרַת עוֹלָם מִרְיָם תִּרְקֹד אִתָּנוּ לְתַקֵּן אֶת-הָעוֹלָם בִּמְהֵרָה בְיָמֵינוּ הִיא תְּבִיאֵנוּ אֶל מֵי הַיְשׁוּעָה 𝑀𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑚 𝐻𝑎𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑎ℎ 𝑜𝑧 𝑣’𝑧𝑖𝑚𝑟𝑎 𝑏’𝑦𝑎𝑑𝑎ℎ (x2) 𝐵𝑖𝑚ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑎 𝑏’𝑦𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑢 ℎ𝑖 𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑢 𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑖 ℎ𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑎 (x2) 𝑀𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑚, 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑘𝑜𝑑 𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑢 𝑙’ℎ𝑎𝑔𝑑𝑖𝑙 𝑧𝑖𝑚𝑟𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑚 𝑀𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑚, 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑘𝑜𝑑 𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑢 𝑙’𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑛 𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑚 𝐵𝑖𝑚ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑎 𝑏’𝑦𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑢 ℎ𝑖 𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑢 𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑖 ℎ𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑎 (x2) Miriam, the prophetess strength and song are in her hands Soon, and in our time, she will bring us To the waters of redemption Miriam will dance with us to strengthen the world’s song Miriam will dance with us to heal the world Soon, and in our time, she will bring us To the waters of redemption

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#jumblr #jewish music #Jewish Song of the Day

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c00kietin · 1 month

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OKAYY I finally decided to write (and finish something) short about two of my ocs, Tenebris and Brittany!! There will probably be mistakes and I'm not the best at writing, but enjoy! :D

The ritual was ready.

Tenebris and the other hooded members of their cult gathered together in a ring. In the centre of them was a ring of a mixture of sticky, warm blood and embalming oils.

With everybody kneeling down and covering their faces with their palms faced out, Tenebris stepped forward and raised their hands full of red powder as they gazed upwards.

“Today, we are gathered here to...once more...attempt to communicate with our one true Lord, Obitus.” announced Tenebris, their voice echoing across the room. “We place our faith in Obitus.” everyone recited under their breath.

The leader took a deep breath.

“Lord, Obitus, ARISE!”

With that, Tenebris allowed the powder to seep out of their fingers and into the ring, and with the members chanting prayers it began to emit a scarlet smoke and a fiery heat. It was getting rather sweaty.

Slowly but surely, a tall, slim figure formed out of the smoke. As it all cleared away, Tenebris and the others finally were given the opportunity to speak to the one and only... “Wait. What.” Tenebris’ eyes widened. Who was this demon girl standing smack bang in the middle of their summoning ring?! It certainly wasn’t Obitus- or at least they hoped it wasn’t. The demon looked a little...cutesy to be an otherworldly overlord.

“Um...hi there!! Ooh, you guys look quite spooky, don’t cha?” she looked around curiously until she noticed Tenebris. She gasped and waved.

“Hi!! Oh my gosh I LOVE the hair!! It’s so long!” she dashed forward- abruptly tripped and got up- then held out her hand. Tenebris gave her a weird look and reluctantly shook her hand.

She gave their hand a hard shake, beaming a smile. “What’s your name- I’m Brittany! Oh, and what is this place? It looks really cool! Kinda dark, could use a little more lighting, bu-“ “TENEBRIS.” The cult leader interrupted Brittany, narrowing their eyes. “THIS is my...” should they tell her this is a cult? Would she freak out? She didn’t seem like she wanted to leave. Which was irritating. “...meetup! A club, yes yes...” Tenebris nodded slowly, attempting to smile somewhat normally.

Brittany tilted her head. “Really? Huh! I thought it was some kinda cult or something judging off the...y’know, vibes!” “Well, well uh- I mean, you’re not...wrong-“ they were rather surprised at how quick she could guess that.

“Really? Nice! I’ve never been in a cult place before-“ “Temple.”

“-Temple before, I mean, I’ve just never really been to anywhere religious because. Yeah.” She shrugged.

They stood in silence for a moment, and then Brittany turned on her heels to greet the other members of the cult, who were at this stage completely and utterly baffled.

“Hi guys!! I’m Brittany, it’s so nice to meet you all even though I can’t see you very well! Is there a...light switch or anything here?”

One person turned around and pulled on a lever that was behind them, and a chandelier above them lit up. Tenebris shielded their eyes and looked away.

The demon smiled. “Okay, thanks dude- what is that?” she stared down at the blood ring she was accidently summoned from. All of her joy appeared to vanish from her face.

“That?” Tenebris looked at it too.

“It was supposed to be a way of communicating to the god that we worship Obitus-“ “We place our faith in Obitus.” The cult recited once more.

“- BUT it seems like we made an error. Well, not me, I can’t make errors but CLEARLY one of my minions messed it up.” Tenebris glared at the members.

“Ooh, okay- I was wondering why you summoned me! Summoning demons this way is so 4 centuries ago- and it’s kinda gross. Eugh.” Brittany didn’t like the sight of blood.

Tenebris pondered.

“Now, what do we do with you...Brittany...you could perhaps...JOIN us, as your demonic powers could bring far more strength! Oh, and it would be quite impressive to show off to the inferior cults! Yes, that’s genius!” they grinned devilishly.

“Wait, wait, wait! Powers? I, uh- don’t have a lotta them!” Brittany awkwardly chuckled. “I can...fly, kinda, but not much else. Do horns count?”

Tenebris face drooped with disappointment. “Really? No powers, at all? No magic, no shapeshifting, nothing, you know, IMPRESSIVE?” “Nope...Sorry!”

“...” they sighed. “What will we do with-“

Brittany had already ran off.

“Wh- PEOPLE! WHERE DID SHE GO?!”

They searched for the demon in a frenzy. What if she tampered with their things? What if she tampered with TENEBRIS’ THINGS?! NO-ONE tampers with Tenebris’ things!! “Guys!! You never told me you had FOOD!”

Brittany gleefully strolled back with a tray of cupcakes in hands- wait, cupcakes??

Tenebris was surprised- and confused- by this as well.

“Can I have one? Just one? Please?” she gave them puppy dog eyes.

“Where did you FIND them, you, you- you imbecile?!”

“Oh. The cute lil’ fridge in the small black room over there!”

The ‘small black room’ was actually Tenebris’ room. Of course, they snatched those off a girl scout who came to their temple earlier on!

“Aw, there’s only 6...that’s definitely not enough for all of us!” Brittany frowned as she looked around the room.

“Do you have more, Tennis?” “Tenebris.” “That’s what I said, right?” “No, YOU said- forget it. Give me those.” Tenebris took the box of cupcakes out of Brittany’s hands. She gasped.

“Come on! Can I PLEASE have one? I haven’t eaten in, like, hours!!”

“Will you leave if I give you one?” Tenebris raised an eyebrow. Brittany nodded. “Mhm!! Yep!”

Even though they didn’t want to, they handed Brittany a cupcake topped with chocolate icing. The cult leader hated chocolate.

Brittany squealed and spun around with delight. She must have really liked cupcakes.

“Thank you! Thank you so much, oh my gosh!! This looks so good!”

She swallowed it whole like a snake and smiled.

“And it tastes good too!! Okay, I’ll be on my way now! Maybe there’s a bus stop nearby or something...” She took out her phone. Unfortunately, there was no signal.

Tenebris cleared their throat. “May Brittany be escorted out of the Obitus Temple?”

Three or four people gathered around Brittany and shuffled away, holding onto her arms. The demon waved a goodbye and left with them.

The cult leader rolled their eyes.

“That was...bizarre.”

They proceeded to take a cupcake out of the box and ate it crankily.

~~~

anyways I'm going to tag @oatyy-yy @meldelamel and. um. @averagetmntfan since I told them I was gonna write somethin a while back and @allmightyscroll-swag n @holdmyteaplease because it's oc related and I'm pretty happy with this :')

#omg guys Cookie can WRITE A STORY?! BARELY!!#writing #oc stuff #Brittany #Tenebris

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notlayingroses · 8 months

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honestly the one of the things that makes me the most sad about this hockey romance / booktok drama is that now so many hockey fans have a negative impression of hockey romances and sports romances. There are so, so many wonderful, queer romances out there that are doing wonderful, nuanced, and intentional things within the sports romance genre, and I hate that now people are looking down on them.

Here's some reasons that I love sports romances:

It’s a celebrity romance, but more of a niche celebrity romance. This isn’t a Hollywood super star that everyone in the world knows their name, BUT they often do have a dedicated fan base and are still in the public eye. It brings up really interesting discussions of fame and power and how much of yourself you keep private. So you get a lot of the good celebrity romance tropes and settings (like secret relationship, having to do interviews, traveling to new cities) but on a more niche and interesting scale

And bouncing off of that, with queer sports romances you get a lot of really interesting discussions of coming out, how you present your queerness to the world, how much of yourself is “owed” to the people around you vs yourself, which is very interesting when explored through a sports culture lense and I really enjoy the discussions of queer identity, culture, and community that come out of it. And particularly if it a romance between two players, there's a lot of really interesting queer nuances to explore

There are so many different pairings that can happen, but most of them kind of boil down to player/player, player/sports professional, player/normie, and each of these dynamics are interesting to me every time, especially when exploring teammate dynamics! And exploring how fame affects each of these things!

Found family! Your team is your family! And everyone has silly nicknames and rituals with each other and it makes me feel warm and fuzzy

With every romance, you pretty much know that it’s gonna end with a Happily Ever After, which is why we love the genre. But sometimes that can take the “surprise” out of a romance and its structure. Within sports romances, you don’t know how the game is going to go! They could win! They could lose! That affects the characters either way! And there’s been several sports romances that had me on the edge of my seat cause I genuinely had no idea which way the championship game was gonna go! I like that extra plot element to keep things interesting

I also like it when you can tell the author is a big fan of their sport, and even if EYE don’t know anything about the sport, they’re generally good at writing things in a makes sense and makes the action interesting and keeps me hooked. It’s also just nice to step into the world the author loves!

Genuinely I just think that queer sports romances are doing so many interesting things, and have such interesting niches and nuances to the stories they’re telling! And they should not be looked down upon by hockey fans OR romance fans who have witnessed this booktok drama go down and now don’t want to touch hockey romances with a ten foot pole.

Here are some of the queer sports romances I recommend for anyone who wants to get into the genre:

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bakawitch · 15 days

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Haunted doll gemship au, where Malik gives Bakura a creepy hina doll for shits and giggles on his birthday. Bakura leaves it in his bedroom and forgets about it for a while, only to be woken up by the strange feeling of being watched in the middle of the night. He notices that the supposedly jointless doll has turned to face him. Sceptical, but still slightly paranoid, he decides to toss the doll in his basement and go back to bed. Only to wake up to the doll somehow being moved to his bedside table. He thinks Malik sneaked into his house to prank him with the doll, but Malik immediately denies it very believably.

This goes on for a while, weird things happen around the doll, and Bakura desperately tries to get rid of it with no luck. One time, when Isis visits with Malik to check on Bakura, who has been very withdrawn and paranoid, she sees the doll and immediately reprimands Malik for giving it to Bakura. Isis explains that the doll is bad energy and gives a quick run down on its tragic history to Bakura. Isis offers to take it away, but after two light bulbs burst in a row when Isis tries to grab it, they decide that it might be best to come a bit more prepared and they leave Bakura with the doll.

After the reveal of the doll's history, Bakura decides to try and be nice to it. He talks to it about random things, and things start to calm down a little. The doll usually just stays by his bed, sometimes appearing in the kitchen or the living room when he's not looking. A new thing, though, is the weird recurring dreams he starts having about a guy whose face he can't see. He vaguely remembers the name 'Ryou' and starts calling the doll by that name. After that, the doll tries to communicate with him more in very frightening ways (mostly bloody finger painted messages), which are oddly affectionate in nature.

Isis gets called away on business, so the doll's exorcism gets put off for a while, and Malik decides to crash at Bakura's place to keep an eye on him and make sure the doll doesn't do anything to him. Bakura doesn't care but warms Malik to prep himself for some weird shit on occasion. The only one who seemingly has issues with this arrangement is Ryou. The doll seems to really dislike Malik, and more accidents than usual happen around him. Bakura eventually gets sick of it and stops talking to Ryou. They end up confronting each other in a dream, and Ryou promises to behave (their first time directly talking to each other). Ryou leaves a slightly disturbing apology message for Malik.

Malik eventually goes home after a while, seeing that Bakura is okay and the doll doesn't really mean any harm to him. Bakura looks into ghost summoning stuff and tries to play one of those urban legend ritual games to summon Ryou. It almost goes horribly wrong, but Ryou saves Bakura at the last minute, and from that point on, they figure out a less dangerous way to bring Ryou to the world. Ghost romance stuff happens, and I have no idea how the story ends. Maybe Ryou moves on, or Bakura gets killed somehow, and they just decide to stick around to haunt the house together idk lol XD

#i am bad at writing tragedies and I desperately want this to have an ending where both Ryou and Bakura can be happy #i cried enough at the ending of marry my dead body #yugioh #yugioh dm #ygo dm #yugioh au #thief king bakura #bakura #ryou bakura #gemshipping #baka stuff

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archivistofnerddom · 10 months

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Bad Batch Headcanons — Soft Romance and Some Dating Stuff

I can’t get these thoughts out of my head. SFW and safe for all ages. Anyway, here you go:

Hunter

This man is the master of braiding hair. (Have you seen his hair? Of course he is.) Hunter is tactile person, a byproduct of his heightened senses. Braiding your hair (for events, before bed, or whenever) is a quiet thing between you and a little ritual.

Cuddles on a porch swing together in summer time (listening to the cicadas in the trees and watching the sun set) as you unwind from the day.

Enjoying a thunderstorm rolling through while counting the seconds between lightening flash and thunder clap to guess the distance. It’s always a game to see if you can guess the closer distance by counting the seconds versus Hunter using his advanced senses.

Dates at ice cream parlors and cafes are always entertaining. Hunter has opinions on the flavor combinations. (It’s adorable.)

Crosshair

Quietly sitting together in front of the fire in the evening. Maybe you talk, maybe you don’t. Just being together without any pressures is nice. If you wind up slowly snuggling together under a big soft blanket, he doesn’t mind. Crosshair likes having someone around who doesn’t have insane expectations of him.

Charcuterie boards and bottles of wine while you read together or listen to music. Snarking about and commentating on the other’s genre choices inevitably happens. (His humor is dry and very specific.)

Paintball target practice (some punk kids at the local range as “voluntary” targets are optional). You don’t need to be as good as he is with the paintball gun. Just record him gleefully (and mostly playfully) merc-ing his targets and laughing at the reactions.

Concerts and movies in the park are go-to date options. He likes not worrying about high pressure situations. Plus, you both get to people-watch while you’re at it.

Tech

Documentary marathons, book festivals, and museum tours are regular date events. Tech has a pathological need to learn things. He also takes into consideration things you might enjoy as well when planning these outings. (It’s sweet of him, really.)

Hanging out in the driveway while he works on your cars. Making sure your car is running at optimal levels is one of his love languages. You’re there to remind him to eat and/or take a water break on occasion, provide shade, and pass him tools as needed. He likes it when you put together an interesting music or podcast playlist for background noise.

Swing dance classes — a surprise, I know. He knows that dancing is a traditional romantic thing, so he leans into taking classes as a way to romance you. Somehow, swing and its numerous stylistic sub-groupings are right up both your alley. Turns out Tech has a decent sense of rhythm and enjoys using dance and movement as a way of silent communication with you.

Crafting is a team project now. Tech is good at planning the layouts for quilts apparently. He also agrees with you that knitting and crocheting is very meditative and relaxing.

Wrecker

When you bring up cooking and baking together, he is on board. Food and sharing it is one of his big love languages. Wrecker loves being in the kitchen with you, either as your sous chef, cookie decorator, or test taster. Eventually, he starts finding more recipes that you can try together. Building out a binder of recipes you like is a testament of your relationship.

Perfect date night — big picnic spread in an open field at dusk followed by sparklers and fireworks. He loves food and things that go boom. Combining them together makes Wrecker so happy. (That fact that you put them together in one date — that’s the best and biggest declaration of love anyone has anyone has ever given him.)

Hanging on the couch in comfy clothes while playing video games together. Wrecker is the reason the household has a wide selection of thematic oversized adult onesies. Those always get broken out during Mario Kart tournaments or when playing Pokémon or Legend of Zelda together.

Wrecker is a Dungeons and Dragons nerd and a surprisingly good DM. Acting out a story is right up his alley. He gets so happy when you want to learn about the game and join his group.

Echo

Projecting movies into a sheet in the backyard while chilling on cushions and blankets and eating popcorn — simple and low pressure. Sometimes, Echo needs that when his prosthetics are acting up. (He also likes that you always wind up curled up next to him on these nights. It feels nice, no matter whether or not he has his prosthetic limbs on.)

He’s a great pub crawl buddy. Seriously, Echo somehow knows people who work in every bar you walk into, and that is an impressive thing. You get free drinks and fun cocktails wherever you go.

Sunday mornings are for farmers markets. Walking through the stalls, buying fresh bread and produce, and buying assorted other wares is fun. Echo finds your enthusiasm endearing and engaging. (Guess who invested in one of those two-wheeled carts for your haul? This guy.)

Road trips to thermal hot spring baths and a nice little B&B are the go-to romantic weekend trips. Soaking in a hot spring bath does wonders for Echo, especially when he gets to have a hearty dinner with you afterwards.

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thevirginwitch · 7 months

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Full Moon in Taurus - Oct. 28th, 2023

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Taurus, being a more “material-oriented” sign, helps us to disconnect from our inner world. During the time of the full moon, which brings about heightened emotions and more sensitive intuition, you may find yourself connecting more deeply with the world around you: finding yourself in nature, taking care of the immediate space around you, and contemplating your place in the universe as a whole.

Starting any new rituals or habits during a Taurus full moon is more guaranteed that you’ll stick with that particular habit – but keep in mind these habits may also be hard to get rid of in the future!

This full moon is also a great time to reflect on times of perseverance, patience, and financial victories.

Crystals:

Tiger’s Eye

Selenite

Lapis

Aquamarine

Herbs/Plants:

Mint

Thyme

Catnip

Basil

Ginger

ACTIVITIES & RITUAL IDEAS

Join us over in the Edge of the Forest (18+ only) Discord server for a short-but-sweet guided meditation session on Oct. 27th at 6:30pm!

Connect with nature by taking walks, volunteering to clean up neighborhoods, community gardening, etc.

Participate in your community physically by joining mentoring or tutoring programs, sports programs, etc.

Work on “sensory” rituals during this time – skip the spell jar and go for something involving rubbing oils on your skin or drawing sigils; something physical that will be calming to your senses and provide sensory comfort. Some ideas include bath spells/rituals, glamor magic involving make-up and/or oils, etc.

Financial workings, specifically workings on financial stability

Kitchen and hearth magic – cook a grand meal (or, order takeout from a nice restaurant) for yourself or your household

TAROT CARD PROMPTS

What is one “negative” habit I need to start working on?

What is one “positive” habit that I should implement in my life?

Where should I focus my energy from this full moon?

JOURNALING PROMPTS

When was a good example of perseverance for me during this moon cycle?

When did I experience great patience during this moon cycle?

What good habits are serving me currently? How did you begin this habit? What helped you stick with this habit?

What is my current relationship with money? Does it feel strained, healthy? What can I do to improve this relationship?

#thevirginwitch #astrology #witchcraft #full moon #lunar magic #moon magic #moon water #witchblr #witchy #witch #pagan #tarot #tarot spreads #taurus #witches of tumblr #beginner witch

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tg-headcanons · 7 months

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Thinking about ghouls as farmers/farmhands

I imagine that some types of kagune would be excellent for harvesting/ploughing with a nice bonus of no carbon emissions. I imagine ghouls, after criminalisation, would possibly even revolutionise farming/carbon footprint from farming?

(Although of course ideally a farm wouldnt till but even then for harvesting ghouls would be quite efficient.)

GHOULS IN FARMING AND FOOD PRODUCTION IS SO INTERESTING

Ghouls have always been a part of society, and regardless of where they are or how accepted they are, they’ve always had some hand in farming since, especially before industrialization, it was a good field for them. Their strength, senses, and kagune make them fantastic at cultivating, protecting, and harvesting food

In old world cultures where ghouls were always ostracized, they couldn’t be open about why their crops grew so well, so they tended to make up myths and stories about some ritual or another that makes their harvests so bountiful. They had senses of smell and pressure detection that could help them sniff out blights and pests, as well as semi-accurately predict rainfall, letting them handle issues before they got too bad. That, and their strength that lets them handle the physical task of planting and harvesting, helped them produce a lot of plants. But telling humans how they did it is off the table, so it was common for them to have a plowing Ox just for show and to say they said some prayer that helped

A lot of why ghouls thrived in farming is due to their regeneration. It may not be talked about much anymore, but it is DANGEROUS. Not just the modern machinery, but the strain of lifting and carrying. The illnesses carried by plants and animals. The workhorses and oxen that can just fucking kick you to death. The PIGS. It’s all risky work, and back before antibiotics, just one cut and you’re done for. A person who can not only survive almost any cut, but take a donkey kick to the face and get right back up to finish plowing the field is one of the most valuable people any farming village can have

Farming animals is more hit or Miss, because a lot of prey animals panic when they smell ghoul. Some ghouls still kept them and after enough time, or enough animals born around the smell of them, they could get used to it. Historically ghouls have run a lot of butcher shops because it was one of the best places to hide human meat before dna testing became widely available, so some animal husbandry skill was a good thing

Ghouls tended to make good shepherds. In especially rural areas, a lot of humans would collectively decide not to talk about the fact that someone is obviously a monster because they’re simply so fast and strong and don’t let sheep and cattle go missing or get hunted. If you were in Cold Ass Nowhere Ireland in 1635 and you had a shepherd who not only never loses a sheep but also eats the English, you’d pretend you didn’t notice either

In areas and cultures where ghouls were more accepted, they were essential to hunting and farming. North and central american ghouls had traits designed for taking down megafauna to supplement their diets, and their human companions could depend on them to bring countless Buffalo and deer home. Jungle subspecies had traits built for climbing, and were central to the harvest of high growing fruits and beans. A now likely extinct species native to Canada had semi aquatic adaptations and a thick layer of fat who were designed to hunt seals and small whales, and shaped the way any community lucky enough to have some survived. In places where ghouls were welcomed, they were so efficient at harvesting and hunting that land rarely needed to be developed for monocultures at all

When ghouls are decriminalized in more parts of the world, their physical abilities are allowed to shine again. Stories of ghoul farmers through history arise. Plenty of American and Polynesian communities (who had been telling people about ghoul’s contributions to their land and cultures for years and were having that brushed off as myth) can legally reintroduce the old practices of ghoul hunting and harvesting techniques. Smaller farms hire more ghouls once it’s clear that they can do machine level work without the expense of maintaining machines, and it’s one of the biggest ghoul hiring fields at the start of their legalization

Naturally, ghoul farming unions are quick to form. They can do machine level work, but are not going to risk being treated like machines for it. As with any Union there’s some backlash, but when it becomes apparent just how much better ghouls are at crop maintenance and harvesting, demands are met. It’s become a well paying profession, and has been good work for ghouls that struggle with the human grade education they were denied when they were younger, or ghouls who simply prefer to work outside doing something that benefits people

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul headcanon

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bengiyo · 11 months

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Be My Favorite Ep 5 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Kawi went on the class trip that he missed in the past and encountered incredibly frustrating hazing rituals. His affection for Pear was used against him, and he ended up mildly embarrassed when Pear turned him down as gently as she could. Pisaeng, after being chided by Kawi, also directly turned Pear down. Max was glorious and unbothered. Not and the seniors suck. Pear is absolutely someone worth admiring, and I get why people like her. I’m currently impressed by how well this show is enabling everyone to grow by having one person start down a path of becoming more emotionally honest and forthright.

Curious that the show went out of the way to make sure we know that Not gets no bitches.

I like that Pisaeng is tippy-toeing to confessing to Kawi. He told him he made things clear with Pear because he cares how Kawi sees him and he needed to know if he was still going to pursue Pear on his own. He doesn’t want Kawi to know that he and others heard him being rejected.

Oh, it’s cool that Kawi is having a hard time taking advantage of the lottery.

Kawi building an interactive friendship with Pear is also a huge relief.

Big fan of the way the time travel rules have been established, because we have a reason to stick around here.

Kawi, please don’t knock yourself for being a subtitler. They are the most important people for the international audience.

I feel like Pisaeng is properly dealing with his own queerness for the first time, and I really hope he goes back to the gay club later.

Not is really making himself appealing to the girls by being condescending and an asshole.

Big fan of Max. Don’t be moody about your problems if you don’t want to tell me the tea. Also, it’s your issue not your potential suitor.

He went back to the club! This is definitely his first time being in a queer space.

Nooo! Don’t run away from Max!

I feel sad for Kawi that Not and co. took his joy for songwriting.

Oh, yes, Max. READ HIS ASS.

I need to learn the name of Pear’s friend because she just delivered a WORD. Being kind and offering encouragement costs so little! Stop being so mean!

I am in love with Max. He was a bit harsh with Pisaeng, but baby gays need to get over themselves a little bit sometimes.

Look at that. Just a little bit of encouragement and Kawi’s already doing better.

This show just said we have a duty to be kind to each other and ourselves, because the world is just a place. Oh my goodness.

This the third time we’ve seen someone get rejected kindly on this show. In each case, it has seemingly made things better between the pair. I feel like we will be writing about this more later.

This show just said “changes are more important than miracles.” What the absolute fuck? I am kinda losing my mind over a Jittirain show once again.

Gawin is so fucking good at playing a gay man learning to love himself. This is the third time!

I love that someone else saw potential in Kawi after he put himself out there. It wasn’t the chance he wanted, but it’s the one he found. This is actually really nice.

Curious whose perspective they want us to read this final montage from. Both? Neither?

Gawin played freshman Pisaeng differently. That was so well done. He’s talented.

Wow. I think I actually really like this show. It feels like it’s trying to gently deprogram the audience. It’s like it knew a lot of us were bringing a lot of hostile energy to the viewing and said, “Would you mind being just a little bit kinder?” and you know what, maybe I will be. This has been really lovely so far, and I think I need to soften my stance with it. There are some incredible ideas here about the important of community and treated each other with just a little bit more kindness and respect. I also like that the show said plainly that it hurts us all to withhold our feelings from each other, because even if we can’t reciprocate them we can still build something good for everyone out of it. I will be seated for the rest of this ride.

#be my favorite #be my favorite meta #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

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fornasedensgudar · 7 months

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Hii 🤗 Hope you are well. I love your art! Will definitely get a print or two when I get the chance.

I was wondering if you would tell me (your vision) about Sigyn and Hela?

Sigyn has been with me for some time now, and though she doesn’t communicate much, I feel very connected to her. Through her I had a couple of meaningful encounters with Loki, even though I don’t work with him directly. I would like to strengthen my bond to her but not sure how.

Hela recently made herself known in things I’d been carrying for easily over a year. It never occurred to me that she was there until she came out almost shouting. I feel like she’s expecting me to give her her due but I don’t know what to offer her.

I’m hoping that hearing about other pagan’s ideas and relationships to these goddesses might help me get a clue.

Thank you so much and I hope you have a wonderful day ✨

Hi 😀 thank you Im doing good. And thank you, always warms my heart that so manny pepole seemes to like what I do ❤️

Ok sure thing. I dont work with Sigyn much but perspectives are good.

So Sigyn. For me shes a goddess of strenght in tuff times, a goddess of strengt and light in the dark. This is also why for me she is included during Disablot, when the nights are long and the the world still cold, to find strength in the one that stod for endless nights awaiting light and reelife.

I find her also as a goddess of victory, makes sense do to her name meaning "female friend of victory". I find her surprisingly innocent compared to her husband, with a good nature, but very choosy of who she helps. Like, less active. I love that you also, just like me, finds her also not comunicating much haha. In short I see her, as a burning start, The one that burns the britghtes in the darkest moments. Idk if this helpes sense I dont work with her much, but hope its of some help.

Idk what would would be the perfect offering for you to give her, its more what the offerings means to you that matters, the symbolic meaning.

But I offer her just good foood, bread, baked goods and a lot of drinks, wine, mead, honey water and hard alcohol. But try what feels right for you.

But if i was you, I say, maybe the best thing you can give her is your time.

She is one of the least talked about goddesses and with not that manny who do rituals to her often, most pepole are all about her husband or Thor or Odin and Freya. So I say, just sit down in a Nice place and think and feel, dont expect her to comunicate a lot or something grand or mind blowing magical thing. But just sitt and be, and have her as your focus. Let that time and moment and space, be a offering to the one all to manny forgotten.

And then we have Hela. Or as I call her, Hel.

Hel I worked with a lot. For me she is maybe not death it self, but death centric, or the one that rules desth. I see her as the one that watch over bones and graves, queen of the dead and to whom all shall go to sooner or latter. Like the one that watch over those in the grave and your ancestors. As well as her being a direct line to them.

When I hold rites to her around Alvablot, I often wear a wodden or ceramic mask I made, something other local hesthens sometimes do as well, but a cloth works just as fine to hide your face. Its to honor her during the blot while also protect yourself and not bring death in to your life. We also have a statue of her in the Temple year around, but coverd her up with a cloth, do to the whole temple just feeling diffrent and well, full of death after we put her statue there. But I dont see her as bad or evil. More of a, loving embrace, like a wathfull kind hug that I one day get to trully feel. So its not that Im afraid of her, just carefull and respectfull of her.

Its hard to describe without getting to personal. But I hope you get it.

To her I often decorate the altar with dead colourfull leafs, a lot of candels and bones and teeth and animal parts. Offerings to her may include dried flowers, something ones alive but now dead, yeat still remaining its beauty. As well mead, wine, baked goods, candy, fruits and meat from the hunt.

A thing that I do tho, thats not really for her but that I like to do, is happening soon tbh.

Around all souls night/all saints night here in Sweden when the graveyeards are filled with candels, I go supper dupper late and often also the night after. Like when there is no one there but like 1000 candels are lit. I just calmly walk around and relit each and every candle that for some reason or other gone out during that one night. Someone was there earlier so the person is belloved and special to someone. I dont light my own on strangers graves, but I make sure that all those candels put there with love and sorrow get to burn to the very end and ligt up the night for both the dead and the living. Its not for everyone, but its a thing for me.

You also get to see a bunch of spooky stuff if you are lucky haha.

I find it intresting that you find her as shouting, I see her more as quiet and always in controll, with a calm in mind. Not in form tho. Thats more loud. My fiance who do a lot of Sejdr work describe her as flashes. Not half a corps and half a healthy woman. But like if you were in a room of blinkning lights and she go from looking dead to looking alive over and over again, no one of those forms was true to her being, because she is fully both at the same time, the living death.

Now you dont have to do it the way I do. Try things out and dont be afraid. Try the offerings I give her if you like, but its ok to just experiment and see what works for you.

And as always, the way I see them is not absolut or "the true way". Everyone see them and work with them diffrent and I always want pepole to try to find what works for themself. But I hope my perspektive was of any help.

Sorry about my english btw, engelska är inte alls mitt bästa eller mitt första språk och dyslexi är en riktig jävel haha.

And thank you again, and I hope you also have a lovley day ❤️

#norse mythology #polytheism #heathen #pagan polytheism #norse polytheism #pagan #fornsed #paganism #gods #heathen art #awnser #anon ask #ask #hel #hela #sigyn #loki

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mutable-manifestation · 1 year

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The Ghost King (of Miscommunication) Ch. 24

Part 1-12,Part 13,Part 14,Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23

Part 24!

Me, trying to write the DC characters in-character and desperately trying to sort through the various timeline changes to get a rough idea of how they should/would behave, in patrick star voice: WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE!?

Anyway, this took forever but here it is.

***

Deadman is really feeling his namesake not five minutes into Batman grilling him for details on the Realms.

The guy sure can glare.

‘I don’t know what the majority of the place looks like because I never left Rama’s side when I was there’ is apparently unhelpful, but he can offer them what he read about it - an endless expanse dotted with doors and islands and other small structures.

“Doors are always lairs - ghost homes, basically - if they’re floating alone, but the ones on islands can be normal doors - mostly. You can kind of get a feel for which are which. Islands vary from lairs to wilds, but you can’t really tell based on appearance since a ghost might just want a jungle lair. Our best bet is to just not open any doors or land on any islands.”

“If everything is floating, is it like space? I mean, is there even any air in there?” Flash asks, brow raised.

“Yeah kind of! And no, everything is made of ectoplasm.”

“You said it was human-safe,” Robin glares.

“It is!” Deadman smiles guilelessly.

“How are we meant to breathe if everything is made of this ‘ectoplasm’?”

Apparently ‘You just do’ isn’t a very reassuring answer.

He throws his hands up at the collective bat-glares.

“Hey, hey, don’t shoot the messenger. I dunno what to tell ya here. Humans have ventured into the Zone before and they were breathing just fine. Went back to the land of the living in one piece with no problems. I’m no scientist, I can’t begin to tell ya the hows or the whys of it, but I guarantee you can all breathe just fine in there. Double-cross my core and everything. If it’ll make you feel better you can always bring air tanks or somethin.”

“Right,” Signal sighs, “We’ll figure something out. If we need to fly to traverse the place we’re probably better off taking the jet anyway, assuming you can make a big enough portal?”

“Uh,” Deadman stares at him, wide-eyed. “Who can make a what-now?”

“A portal,” Red Robin interjects. “If they’re required for you to access your home realm there’s no way you don’t know how to make them. How else would you have gotten to the ‘Zone’ originally to ‘not leave Rama’s side’?"

“Yeah, no,” he crosses his arms in an X for emphasis. “Portal powers are rare. Like, rare-rare, even in - maybe even especially in - the Realms. Rama can communicate through the veil with little effort, but even she had to use a complex ritual to summon me to her side and later send me back.”

“And yet the wolf just tore one open with a swipe of his hand,” Red Robin notes.

“Yeah, because he’s Wulf - it’s his name, by the by. With a ‘u.’”

“You know him?” Batman demands, leaning forward even more attentively.

“I know of him. I’m pretty sure no ghost doesn’t, what with how he’s the right hand of the High King of the Infinite Realms and all.”

“‘High King of the Infinite Realms?’” Constantine pipes up, voice high and strained.

“Yep,” Deadman pops the ‘p.’ “High King of the Infinite Realms, King of the Dead, or just ‘The Ghost King.’ He’s the guy that has the final say on everything in the realms. Like, if Hades and Anubis get into a fight, he’s the one to break it up, that kinda thing.”

There’s a long silence at that.

“But there’s no need to worry!” Deadman hastens to amend when the quiet stretches worryingly long. “The current king is a nice guy! He’s hailed as a hero for defeating the old tyrant king, Pariah Dark after he escaped the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep. And he’s been making a lot of positive reforms ever since he took the throne! Look on the bright side! At least you know your guy is getting the comfy treatment!”

“This entire mission hinges on us having access to the Infinite Realms,” Batman states, ignoring Deadman’s attempt at positivity and the implications of his son apparently being taken in by ghost royalty. “Do you think the ritual that was used for you to cross over would work for this?”

“I doubt it. It wasn’t a portal, I was literally just. Summoned. Here one moment, there the next, no tears in space involved.”

“Lucky us,” Oracle pipes up from where she’d been typing away since Wulf first swept Jason away, “We might have another option. I’ve got a few hits on ‘ectoplasm’ in the system. Old files - like, really old - and three of them mention portals.”

Tentative relief floods the room at a solution presenting itself nearly the moment the problem crops up.

“Two locations,” she continues, putting a picture of an…eccentric building on the display. “The first is a ghost-themed gift shop-slash-museum in a small town in Illinois. Records show the previous owners to be self-proclaimed ghost hunters with what the shop’s website calls a ‘full armory of ecto-weapons, sensors, and defensive tools.’ Apparently they sell replicas, keep the originals for the museum display. The portal has since shut down but the new owners have kept everything well-preserved and documented, despite passing it all off as a heavily-themed tourist trap.”

“A promising lead if the tech is truly functional,” Batman muses. “And the second?”

“An abandoned mansion in the middle of Wisconsin. Apparently the owner went missing but has automatic pay set up for taxes and things to remain ready for his return ‘in perpetuity’ - at least, until the money runs out - even in the event of his untimely death. Some financial consultant manages the whole thing, and has ever since he picked up where his father left off around 50 years ago.”

She takes a second to replace the eccentric building with two more images - a grand castle and a lab straight out of a mad science cartoon.

Or a very thematically dedicated rouge.

“Some housekeeping staff reported odd stuff in the basement, and a now-defunct government branch called the Ghost Investigation Ward - which was only functional for 3 years - came in and classified a lot of the stuff as ‘ecto-tech’ and even documented the presence of a ‘ghost-portal.’ They were going to claim the ecto-tech for research, but the Ward was shut down before the project could get any further. If it works like the paperwork claims, we may just have our way in.”

“If they were finding working portals to the afterlife then why was the Ward shut down?” Red Robin asks, disbelief scrawled across the visible parts of his face.

“A lot of things. Trespassing, destruction of property, entry without a warrant, false imprisonment, use of untested weapons, reckless endangerment, child endangerment, loitering, littering, stalking, harassment, emotional and psychological distress, assault… the list drags on. Apparently they were more lucky than competent, stepped on a lot of toes. Then they left some kind of weapon lying around and it ended up killing two kids. The parents and community as a whole had enough at that point - most of their work was in a single location, specifically the town with the museum portal - and came at them with every charge that they had any evidence for. Which was almost all of them.”

“Ah, so we might have a portal to literal hell or two just lying around in the middles of nowhere, America. And at least one of them is probably booby-trapped with a few deadly weapons,” Constantine snips. “Perfect.”

“It’s not hell, Constantine, it’s the afterlife as a whole,” Deadman corrects.

Constantine does not look soothed.

“The castle first,” Batman decides. “The sooner we get to Red Hood back, the better. Red Robin, get in touch with the consultant. Oracle, get a list of all the ecto-tech the Illinois location claims to have and what it can do. Flash, given your reaction to the portal earlier do you believe it would be better for you to remain behind?”

Flash flinches.

“I…just being near it was…horrifying. Going through it…I don’t know if I can. If the other side all feels that way….” He shudders. “I think I’d be better off guarding the portal from this side of things.”

“Right,” Batman agrees before turning back to Constantine. “What can we do to prevent a repeat of the earlier possession while we’re in there.”

Constantine’s right eye twitches, but he barely has a chance to open his mouth when Deadman answers for him.

“Oh, there’s no need to worry about that!”

Constantine slams a hand on the table as he stands.

“Like bloody hell there’s no need! If we go in there without preparation we’re all liable to end up short a ‘self’ to control!”

“You’re still thinkin in terms’a this side of things, Constantine. Things don’t work like that in the Zone.”

“What, so humans are just suddenly immune to being possessed so long as they’re surrounded by ghosts?” He tosses his arms in the air disbelievingly.

“No, I mean a living being in the Zone can choose to be outta step with it. Kinda like how stronger ghosts can choose to be outta step with this side to phase through things, or how I’m outta step by default. Living beings aren’t from the Zone so if you kinda focus on that lack of hold, nothing in the Zone can affect you - including possession. It’s why the new king kept some of the restrictions on bringing real-world items into the Zone - usually it requires a level of sentience, but without special care even generally inanimate objects could end up as untouchable debris somewhere. They can still follow you back to the human realm to hurt you, though, so I’d highly recommend avoiding inciting any grudges while we’re in there,” he tags on hastily.

“‘Generally inanimate?’” Batman asks.

“Eh, ecto does whacky things to real-world items sometimes,” Deadman shrugs. “It takes, like, at least a decade usually, but they can sort of gain just enough awareness to not want to be touched - like a flower fleeing shadows to chase the sun.”

“Poetic.”

“Eh, just trying to distinguish from, like, bugs and animals and stuff.”

“Right. We’ll have to run some tests from this side of the portal first. Given the involvement of this ‘High King’ I’d say this is an all-hands situation.”

“Given the way my powers work,” Shazam speaks up, “this High King is apparently my powers’ sources’ boss, I definitely want to be there.”

“Indeed,” Aquaman adds. “As a fellow King it is important to establish diplomatic retort. While the lead-up to this meeting is somewhat unfortunate, we can hope the conclusion will be as peaceful as Deadman believes and work towards that very outcome.”

Green Lantern and Wonder Woman nod their agreement.

“Then I will remain here, to look after the Earth in your absence,” Martian Manhunter says.

“I’ll let Guy and John know to contact you if anything comes up, then,” Hal nods.

With that, Batman stands.

“Let’s move.”

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Kevin Bordair - the estate manager for the departed Vlad Masters - was more than happy to have them explore the lab.

He had been very hands-off with the lab, as his father had instructed, but that lack of information on what might be festering down there….

When he’d looked over the more publicly available Fenton documents he’d discovered that it was…inadvisable to leave most of the materials in an ecto-lab to fester. Without proper filtration for so long there could be explosive results if anything turned on.

No one he’d contacted had wanted to enter the place.

His only saving grace was that the weapons were largely dormant and the portal had mysteriously shut down on its own some 20 years before he took over.

The lab itself didn’t have anything in the way of instructions - presumably the previous owner kept them all digital, but no one wanted to risk turning on the computer without a guarantee that it wouldn’t blow up.

Luckily, Bordair was eager for the potential to have them deal with the mess and had brought print-outs of the Fenton documents - including blueprints for the weapons and the portal that hadn’t been available digitally.

Most of the writing on them was practically chicken scratch, but between Oracle and Red Robin’s technical expertise they were able to work out a proper filtration method.

Five hours later, they had just enough clean ectoplasm to start up the portal and power a few of the net devices they’d found lying around. The rest was too decayed to use and none of the notes explained how to extract or synthesize more - the Illinois location’s documents stated that all of its ecto had been ‘properly disposed of’ decades ago.

The portal whirred up surprisingly quietly, green blooming to life with no more noise than the gentle hum of a refrigerator.

A portal to the afterlife, torn open with less effort than it took to put the Riddler back in Arkham after an escape.

Superman was the first to venture in - to test the atmosphere for the more squishy members of their groups, as well as the comms.

He reappeared not 10 seconds after he entered.

“Deadman was right, empty space all around. We’ll need to expand the portal to fit the batplane or pair off into flight-capable teams. No trouble breathing - felt just like an in-Earth atmosphere to me - but there’s nothing on the comms on my end.”

“I could just get us all some ghost phones?” Deadman offers, drawing all eyes to him.

“That’s a thing?” Constantine asks incredulously.

“Yeah! The Ghost King 2: Electric Boogaloo ma-”

“I’m SORRY? Ghost King 2???” Constantine interrupts, standing from his slouch against the only non-weapon-covered wall.

“There’s more than one ghost king?” Batman demands.

“Well, yeah? There’s only one High King, of course, but he’s got two spouses - his wife The Ghost Queen and his husband. Apparently the observants wanted him to have the standard ‘Prince Consort’ title, but the High King and the Queen were not having it because it sounded belittling or like he was less important? Something like that. The point is that none of them liked it, So King 2 decided if they wanted him to have a title that differentiated him from the High King he’d title himself Ghost King 2: Electric Boogaloo.”

Deadman leans forward gleefully, “Rumor has it that the only reason the title was approved - without the High King having to force it through - is because the Queen & High King couldn’t stop laughing whenever the observants said the title to try and contest it, which just made the big O’s angrier and angrier until they just ended up signing the approval to get them to leave.

Anyway, King 2 is all about tech stuff and he - alongside his right hand, Technus - is responsible for adapting modern technology to work throughout the greater zone. Fully functional stuff with all the bells and whistles are pretty limited, but simple headsets for vocal chat are pretty easy to get.”

“…Can you guarantee that we won’t just phase through them,” Batman asks.

“Nah,” he answers, waving a hand carelessly, “The old models are made with a split of real-world and ghost-zone materials, nothing can phase through them.”

“Do they accept human currency?”

“...Maybe?”

“Maybe,” he deadpans, crossing his arms.

“Give me a break! I never needed ghost phones before!”

“Do you even know where to get them?”

“Um. Most major lairs are supposed to have extras…?”

Batman pinches the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath.

Red Robin coughs pointedly before he can begin to address the various problems with Deadman’s suggestion.

“The Fentonworks location lists having a dozen devices called ‘Fenton Phones’ in their display. Supposedly meant to act as interdimensional communication devices. If we sacrifice one of the nets we should have enough spare ectoplasm to power them all.”

“Flash.”

“On it!”

“Right. Expanding the portal isn’t feasible given the limited supply of ectoplasm. We can’t afford to damage this. We’ll have to pair off into teams of two - one flight-capable member each-” he cuts himself off, noticing the sudden hand waving in the air. “Yes, Deadman?”

“So, uh, mighta forgot to mention this before, but that’s really not necessary. Remember how I said you’re ‘out of step’ with the ghost zone? Yeah, you can also fly.”

“...I see. Are there any other things we might do in the ghost zone that we should be aware of in advance,” Batman asks, suppressing an eye twitch.

“Not really. Just don’t go offering up soul bits to randos like JohnCon here and try not to offend anybody.”

Constantine’s eye twitches.

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The museum is more than happy to lend them the Fenton Phones, thankfully. Once they’re all online they have just enough for each member of the team being sent in - Shazam, Green Lantern, Superman, Batman, Orphan, Red Robin, Signal, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Constantine, and Deadman - and one for the team guarding the portal - Flash, Oracle, and Robin.

Down to two working net devices, they leave one with Robin in case of a ghost escaping into the living - a valid concern since the portal will have to remain open due to the lack of a seal other than ‘turn it off.’

The other stays with Batman for their journey into the zone.

He hopes things will remain peaceful as Deadman claims, and the ability to not allow themselves to be untouched made him much less uncomfortable going in with so little in the way of gear. Still, better safe than sorry - even if Deadman, Shazam, and Constantine should be able to act if needed - thus, the net.

Another quick test by Superman verifies the headsets work between the castle and the Zone, and Batman himself jumps in to test intra-zone communications - as well as to verify the flight ability.

With that confirmed and Deadman’s confirmation that he knows the way - mostly - and that it shouldn’t take more than a few hours to arrive, the rest of the Zone team files through the portal, taking a moment to get their bearings.

987 miles away, Dick and Stephanie lay sleeping in their rooms after their cover-patrol while Alfred has his breakfast and prays for his family’s safety. Below them all, a glowing green note falls to the floor in an empty cave.

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@mayoota-blog1 @kyrianclawraith, @do3y, @someonebored0100 @omegasmileyface @a-star-with-a-human-name @akikoyuii @newgraywolf @tytythehistoryguy @lemccr

Fun Fact(s): Danny doesn’t do the whole ‘servant’ thing, but he got Wulf perma-freed from Walker’s prison unless Danny approved the imprisonment first (which he wouldn’t do without a good reason, and bringing in living world books doesn’t count)

& Wulf was like ‘I owe you’ to which Danny was like ‘Hey you really don’t have to but I should be able to make my own portals at some point and if you don’t mind can you teach me how so I can find xyz quicker to keep improving the GZ’ to which Wulf was like ‘of course! :D’

And he just kinda took to retrieving people/things on Danny’s behalf while he was still learning - akin to how Fright Knight retrieved stuff (crown, amity park, probably a few people’s heads/cores on a platter, etc) for Pariah Dark, earning Wulf the title ‘Right Hand of the High King of the Infinite Realms’ despite the fact that it was only sporadic stuff over the course of, like, three years (yeah, the portal power was a lot), which is how Deadman recognizes him (from the ‘Read these or else’ books)

Tucker absolutely jokingly refers to Technus as his minion sometimes (bc they’re tech buds now & Tuck’s a king. Just some friendly teasing) But the gossip chain don’t care, the gossip chain just went: That’s king 2’s minion [like wulf w a less-flattering title]

A scene I wanted to add but couldn’t make work: Superman: And also how anyone else is supposed to move in there, given the lack of a ground?

Batman: the what

Deadman, seeing opportunity: you just float

Batman: some of us can’t float

Deadman, grinning: We all float down there

Batman, who has seen the movie:...

#dpxdc #comedy-horror of errors #jl pov

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Hopepunk Primer pt. 4

Hopepunk and Magic

So what can we do as witches or practitioners to embrace hopepunk into our path?

Cast spells for hope. If you've lost hope yourself, or want to spread the hope for others, cast spells to spread the light in the dark. Good days for this would be Imbolc, for new life and hope, and the new or waxing moon crescent, for new beginnings and hope.

Celebrate hope with a festival. As mentioned above Imbolc is a good one with it's return of life. But I personally have started celebrating a festival which I call "Hope's Light" on the Winter Solstice. When it is darkest is when we must remember to have hope that better days and change will come. I light candles, have a LOTR extended marathon and make lots of hobbitty comfort food.

Magic for resistance. Lets not forget the "punk" part of hopepunk and use our magic to fight oppression, bring change, and fuel our activism. Especially spellwork that is organized and worked by people all over the world at roughly the same time to bring the change we hope to see. Some books to look into are: Witchcraft Activism: a Toolkit for Magical Resistance by David Salisbury, Revolutionary Witchcraft: a Guide to Magical Activism by Sarah Lyons, the New Aradia: a Witch's Handbook for Magical Resistance by Laura Tempest Zakroff (whose website also has many sigils for resistance and community work), and Magic for the Resistance: Rituals and Spells for Change by Michael M. Hughes

Magic for community. To bring people together, to foster abundance and hope, or spells for protection. Magic to strengthen the community (whether big or small, whether your neighbourhood or the entirety of the LGBTQIA+ community) is essential to hopepunk magic

Magic for the home. Hope begins at home, and it is so important to create a place where people can feel safe, cared for, rest, and recharge. A home filled with love and care and authenticity.

Shadow work. Choosing to see hope in the world is not easy. Hope is not always easy. As the Tumblr poem goes: "Hope is a weapon, Hope is a skill, Hope is a plant you can care for or kill. Hope is a discipline, something you choose, Hard to stop looking for, easy to lose. Hope isn't something to have or to take, If you can't find it, it's something you make. Make it from willpower, make if from spite, Learn how to weaponise love in a fight. Hope is a shield, and a thing to defend, End in itself, and a means to an end." [9] For a lot of us hope is difficult. We are being bombarded with hopelessness each and every day. A lot of us have not had it easy earlier in life. So perhaps hope is something that seems to ephemeral, too wishy-washy, too "nice". Even though hope can be something you cling you with every inch of fight you have in you. Shadow work can help us work through our feelings of both hopelessness and hope, opening the doors to wonder and change.

The Star Tarot card. The Star card symbolizes hope, faith, renewal, and discovering your core self. Pretty hopepunk I would say! Working with the Star in spellwork and divination is a way to connect to hope and authenticity. Use the Star card as a focus for spellwork, or shuffle your deck and find the Star. The card above it is how you can foster your hope, the card below it is what is blocking it.

Affirmations. These can be a way to open your heart and mind to hope. Affirmations are powerful, positive statements to change the stories we tell ourselves. Some examples could be:

I breathe in hope, I breathe out fear

I am filled with hope

My hope motivates me to act

My hope is a powerful force

I choose to be hopeful

Hope shows me a better future

My hope is a light to see by

I choose hope over fear, always

Hope empowers me to push through difficulties

I am a warrior of hope, never backing down

I am resilient, and hope fuels my perseverance [10]

Hopepunk and Symbols

Dove and olive branch - Christian mythology. A dove carrying an olive branch was the sign given to Noah that land was near and the floods were passed. Rainbows - rainbows appear after rain and storms, showing that there is hope during darker periods and colour will appear again Butterflies - change and transformation Seedlings - new life Anchor - Christian symbolism, often in combination with a heart and a cross, representing faith, love, and hope Sunrise - dawn, a new day Shamrock - the three leaves are thought to represent faith, love, and hope Almond blossoms - was the first tree to flower in Israël and as such a symbol of hope in Judaism. In Greek it also signified hope, beauty, and fertility and were showered over the heads of newlyweds Candle, lighthouse, and stars - a light in the dark Phoenix - rebirth and a new start [12]

Flowers and herbs that symbolize hope: [13] Cornflower - hope in love Hawthorn - hope Clover - hope and good luck Mistletoe - hope during darkness Snowdrop - hope, better and easier days are coming Aster - hope, light, like a star Chrysanthemum - hope, happiness Iris - hope, linked to the Goddess of the Rainbow Narcissus, hope, beginnings, new life Verbena - hope in darkness Violet - hope and faithfulness Primrose - hope amidst despair Marigold - light, hope Dandelions - hope, resistance, flourishing through concrete Myrtle - hope, happiness, jou Evergreens such as ivy, pine, spar - hope

Crystals that symbolize hope: [14] Blue quartz - inspires hope and creativity Moss agate - abundance and hope Amazonite - hope, growth, success, luck Blue lace agate - hope, peace, trust Citrine - hope, optimism, success Opal - fosters hope Fire opal - personal power, inner fire, hope Garnet - brings courage and hope when things seem hopeless

[9] Tumblr Hope Poem [10] Happier Human and the Goal Chaser [11] Wikipedia, the pages of the respective spirits [12] Symbolsage and the Mindful Space [13] Floriography by Jessica Roux the Complete Language of Flowers by Theresa S. Dietz the Complete Language of Herbs by Theresa S. Dietz [14] The Crystal Bible I and II by Judy Hall Crystal Magic by Sandra Kynes

Part 1: Intro and history Part 2: Philosophy of Hopepunk Part 3: How to practice hopepunk and further reading Part 4: Extra! Hopepunk and magic

#witchcraft #witch #witchblr #personal #mine #hope #hopepunk

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