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all i've ever known, again

the fifth and final part to IF IT’S TRUE / the orpheus and eurydice fic :))

so i kind of lied to yall... cus pt. 4 was the last part of the prelude and i had a final last part already started LOL so heres kind of (very much up to you whether it is or isn't) an alternate ending to this greek tragedy-inspired story also thanks to this request: “a happy ending or continue the story like what happened after the reader failed to bring Lucifer back ect.” from @smnthvxe that gave me the idea to change it from a direct continuation to an semi-alt happy ending… i think yall will like this alt ending more than a canon-aligned continuation :)

includes: all that other stuff but fluff this time i promise….

tags: @lxkeee @viannasthings @majonla @sapphirecaelis

part one | part two | part three | part four

When he fell, you didn’t come to the trial. You couldn’t. You didn’t tell anyone about his indiscretions. You let everyone think you were still happily as close as you were, wishing it’d been more — that you had, did, and said more. You stayed in the house you shared, went on with your days as you had been, and slept in the same bed because you had trouble sleeping when he wasn’t there.

But you didn’t speak.

He’d try, and he didn’t go back to Earth for some time, but each time you tried, your throat tightened and you had to stop before you said something that would make both of you feel worse. You couldn’t look at him without expecting him to confess more of what he did, more of how he showed her things that were so special to you. You didn’t want to know what else happened, if he kissed her, slept with her, it’d only make things worse. But he told you he never did. He told you he comforted her, and she comforted him, and that was all.

He tried giving you replicas of flowers when you accepted what he told you, but they didn’t mean the same as they did before, and the moment you took them, they began to wilt. “I’m sorry,” you’d try to say as he looked at the flowers in defeat, but nothing came out. He brushed it off, pretending it didn’t sting and offered to show you what he’d been working on, but you didn’t want to be the one he showed his pride to when there was no one else to go to.

“I’ll never see her again,” he promised, his last attempt to fix what he’d done.

“It’s okay,” was the most you said to him in weeks, but he wished he didn’t hear it. He wished he wasn’t hearing you tell him to be happy without you again.

But he knew now; all of his doubtful thoughts, after he ruined everything, were true. He’d made them so.

Yet, you still protected him.

Until the very end, you protected him for years until you couldn’t without falling with him. Years, and you didn’t tell anyone. Years, and you started staying in your old home, alone. Years, and when rumors spiraled, he helped her flee from The Garden.

Years, and he understood what your relationship had truly been as he began to spend years with Lilith.

Years, and when you didn’t show, everyone knew the truth.

He didn’t even try to fight falling.

Then, it was months. You didn’t see Lucifer on the promenade, or in your garden. You didn’t even see him coming back from Earth. You hadn’t spoken in years, but you saw each other everyday, and you noticed quickly when you didn’t.

No one told you he fell. No one told you he stood trial. All of Heaven was keeping you in the dark until you went to Sera.

“Free will? You banished him for free will?!” You yelled at her, and she let you, having expected this reaction.

“He was also unfaithful,” she said simply.

“We weren’t married.” She shook her head. “We were hardly together — Sera, you can’t do this—“

“You spent centuries together. Nearly a millennium, do not dilute that kind of love to excuse his sin.” Eyes appeared all across her being. She was more angry for you than you had ever been, and she wanted you to lose faith in him. Just as she had.

“We spent that time together, yes, we lived together. We slept in the same bed, had meals together, held each other… But most of the kisses we shared were on the cheek, or hand. It’s not what you think—“

“Don’t do this, Humility,” she scoffed, “I won’t listen to you lie for him—“

“It’s true! Sera, please, listen to me. Free will can be good! We can root out the evil in humanity and send it down to this Hell you spoke about. Humans will understand right from wrong — they won’t just resort to evil without knowing that’s what it is. Let him explain, I’m sure he had the best intentions—“

“Intent means nothing when this is what happens!” You quieted at her stern voice and full angelic form, heavenly voice echoing off the walls. “You cannot fix this—“

“You have to let me try.” And again, years later, she watched you in defeat in front of her. First, you cried to her over what you were losing on Earth, and now what you lost because of it. Except this time, you didn’t blame the humans. “Please,” you begged, making her resolve soften as she saw the shine in your eyes. “Let me try, so I can show him I’d do the same for him, as he’d do for me.”

“What are you talking about…?” Her angelic form settled as she frowned at you. “Surely, you don’t blame yourself—“

“No.” You shook your head. “When the Earth began to change, and everything felt so bleak, he was there to help me back into the light with the garden.”

“What garden? Eden?” You shook your head again and she was even more confused. “Perhaps you could show me?” She got up, walked over, and put a soothing hand on your back.

You were consumed in a golden wave of magic, transporting you to the garden you came to everyday. You blinked your glassy eyes at her, gesturing to the garden and the animals that came to you and hoping that would be enough to convince her.

“I’ve never seen this place before,” she said, frowning, but soaking in the beautiful environment. “It must’ve been created by an angel…” She trailed off, understanding what Lucifer had done. “Humility…”

Your tears fell in shock, wide-eyed realization coming to your face as you looked around. It all felt so familiar, so close to home. You thought it was because it reminded you of Earth before it changed, but there was a reason it helped you feel connected again; every flower you ever said you missed, every animal you ever treasured or showed to him, even the pond that two ducks circled. He recreated it all.

You shook your head, looking down at your hands as a cloud of golden dust created a beautiful lily in them. The very same flower you shut him out for. Looking at it now, it was one of the most beautiful flowers you’d ever created. Poisonous or not, it stood out as something you would have loved.

Sera sighed, peering down at the lily you cradled as if it could take you back in time. She avoided your sad eyes as she looked over your face, pondering the idea that was lingering in her mind. Perhaps you would finally lose faith in him if she did it — perhaps, he would prove that he did care — perhaps… there were too many outcomes that could come from this.

But she said it anyway. “I’ll give him a chance,” she told you, watching the way your wings lifted as you looked up at her. “If you fail, he will stay in Hell… forever, but I believe you can succeed.”

She told you her test, bringing you to the golden gates and creating the stairwell you would spend days walking down — days, where all hurt feelings washed away the moment you set eyes on him and he looked happy to see you. Days, where you realized he had a ring on his finger.

You were too late, you thought. He would never come with you, you thought.

But he did, and you pushed yourself to leave immediately, following every rule until you reached the golden gates of Heaven and stayed with your back to the stairs as you stood in front of them, thinking he hadn’t followed you.

You took a deep breath before you turned, seeing Lucifer step onto the clouds and feeling your heart race when you realized you made it through Sera’s trial.

He was still, unsure of what he was at liberty to do now that you were back. The adrenaline of seeing you after so long, seeing you so ready to take him home, that allowed him to hold you like he did before, had gone the moment he stepped inside that stairwell and replaced itself with overwhelming doubt that the moment you were back, things would be how they were; doubt, that convinced him he'd already failed. Doubt that convinced him to prepare to see you cry for him again. Doubt that convinced him he'd have to say goodbye—

He didn’t even have time to process your arms going around him, but he recognized the warmth of your wings, secure and tight around him, feeling like home.

And, God, did he miss it.

His head tucked into your shoulder as his arms hugged your waist, holding so tightly that you had to speak up. “Lucifer…” He held you tighter. You held him close, fingers threading into his hair to soothe him. “I’m not going anywhere—” And you felt his shoulders tense as you reassured him, harsh breath and wetness hitting the crook of your neck before he lifted his head.

“Forgive me for this later,” he muttered, hand going to your cheek before he leaned in. He didn’t give you time to think before he kissed you, lips urging and eager as a bright, golden warmth washed over you. You could feel Lucifer’s hot tears on your skin as his lips persisted against yours, your hands going to his cheeks to run your thumbs beneath his eyes as you kissed him back. The moment your wings unwrapped from him, he muttered a weak, “no,” and reached his free hand behind you to gently guide your wings back around him as he pressed his lips to yours once again.

For the brief moment you were apart, you caught a glimpse of a light above you. You pulled back. “Luci—“ His mouth was back on yours before you could finish, but he paused.

“What did you call me?” He asked hopefully, but you didn’t repeat yourself. Instead, you told him to, “Look,” pointing just above his head. His halo had returned, glowing brighter than ever.

The glow settled after a moment, Lucifer’s gold and blue, beautiful angelic appearance returning to him for a brief moment as Heaven’s golden gates opened.

You stepped away from him and he knew the moment was past, fingers grazing his lips as Sera appeared in front of you.

“Lucifer,” she spoke. “I see you made it back…” She looked between you, then paused when she saw his halo. “I suppose I should listen to you now.” She looked to you, nodding, and you gave Lucifer a gentle smile before flying off as they went in the opposite direction.

“I didn’t think you would be able to do it,” Sera admitted after a long silence. Lucifer had been looking back at you, watching you leave in the direction of your garden. He looked at her when she spoke up. “I wouldn’t have.”

“If I was leading, I might’ve failed,” he said. “But I had something to prove.”

“And everything to lose, yes.” She nodded with a grimace, looking down at the ring on his finger. “I’m surprised you came.”

“What?” He frowned up at her, then followed her line of sight to the ring on his hand. “Oh…” Sera hummed as he lifted his hand, pulling the ring off. “It’s not what you think.” He handed her the ring and she inspected it, looking at the inscription on the inside of the band.

Music notes were engraved in the golden ring, and Sera could hear the song in her mind. “I haven’t heard this song in a long time — the Song of Love, isn’t it?” She handed it back, watching him slip it back on his finger. “But before that, it was—“

“It’s Humility’s song,” he said. “I made it a long time ago — when the world stopped needing it to change the seasons,” he admitted, twirling it on his finger. As he did, melodic winds flowed past them and sang the very same song. He stopped, the winds settling. “And for these past years, I wore it so that I might be able to hear it again. Even down there.” Sera pursed her lips, not responding to the admission. “Sera,” he sighed, “I never did anything with Lilith—“ It was her turn to sigh, as she’d heard it before. It was the only thing he fought against in the trial. “—I know how it seems. I know my telling Humility was a confession to being unfaithful, but I never did anything with her, and in the years I had with her, we’ve been nothing but friends. There was a connection, I can admit that, but it was nothing in comparison—”

Sera laughed, shaking her head. “You should’ve realized that sooner—“

“—and I never acted on it. That was when I told Humility, when I realized — After Lilith told me she loved me, and it meant something different than the love I have for Humility.” Sera quieted, letting him continue. “I can live with Humility never trusting me again — but, Sera, all I ask is that you believe I’m telling the truth.”

Sera was quiet for some time, stopping their walk as she stared at the ring on his finger; just like the lily, it was like it brought him back in time.

“You should tell Humility,” she decided, her belief would rest on that. Whatever you decided. Lucifer was quick to turn the opposite way. “Lucifer,” she called and he turned. “It was my intention to protect you both, not to plant doubt.” He could hear your voice repeating her warning of abandonment, the hurt and vitriol having replayed in his mind for years. And it finally stopped now.

“I know,” was all he said before he left, heading straight for your garden.

He found you there, sitting in front of the pond with the two circling ducks. Lilies floated in the water and sprouted at the bank, vibrant, warning colors surrounding you as you watched the water.

Lucifer couldn’t bring himself to speak, wishing he could immortalize the beautiful scene as twirled the ring on his finger. Winds blew gently, guiding you to turn your head toward him. You could hear the faint song, a smile coming to your face as he came and sat next to you.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” he said.

You shook your head. “Tell me tomorrow… Let’s just enjoy today.” You took a lily from the bank and carefully tucked it into his lapel. “It’s the first day of spring… Come to the Celebration tonight?” There hadn’t been one in years, and he knew it. You were asking him to spend the night with you, just as he’d done so many years ago.

“I couldn’t miss it.”

There was a long silence before he placed a zealous, maybe overly so, hand on your cheek. His thumb ran over your skin and he smiled faintly. “I missed you.” You placed your hand over his, turning to kiss the inside of his palm before taking his hand with both of yours. He pulled it gently to his mouth, kissing the back of your hand. “So much.”

And you could feel it. You could feel the truth in his words, and you could feel that there was a truth you didn’t know, one that wasn’t what you dreaded years ago, one that compelled you to twist the ring on his finger and make that symphonic breeze begin to blow as you went to remind him…

But he spoke before you could, taking the opportunity to finally remedy what he’d done as he held your hands to his chest. “I know.”

And you couldn’t help but smile.

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mylight-png · 6 months

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looking at everything that's happening right now: hate rallies, calls for Israeli genocide, antisemitism, do you have any hope for our future? because I have been looking at this global reaction, and the fact that it's mostly young people saddens and scares me because this is the generation we will be living with for the next 80 or so years

Even though you asked one question, I feel like it needs two answers.

First and foremost, I understand completely where you're coming from. Statistically speaking, 51% of Gen Z oppose Israel in their war against Hamas. And that number is scary, I know. And it does worry me that eventually these are the people who will be voting, making policies, determining our trajectory. So am I worried for our future? Absolutely, yes. It's foolish not to be.

But do I have hope for the future? Yes. Just think about our next upcoming holiday, Hanukkah. Our Maccabees were drastically outnumbered, outgunned, outmanned by the Greeks. Do you think they had any hope then? Do you think our people had any hope while they were enslaved in Egypt, brutally abused by the Pharaoh's regime? Do you think our people had hope under Roman rule, or when our Temples were destroyed?

I know what we all fear. I know. But even the Holocaust did not get rid of us. Yes, it was a horrible tragedy and an absolutely awful number of our people died. But even just the fact that we're here now, even though there's fewer of us, is still a testament to the fact that we are here to stay.

The empires and "great civilizations" we learn about: Greeks, Egyptians, Romans, Babylonians, Ottoman empire, and others. They are gone. But where are we? We are still here.

As terrifying and possible as it may seem, the complete extermination of Jews is unfathomable. We have survived tougher times, and we will still survive now.

There is a reason why one of our traditional songs is "Am Yisrael Chai". It is a proud declaration that we, Jews, Hebrews, Israelites, the nation of Israel, live. We live, we have lived, and we will continue to live.

I want to finish off by mentioning part of the national anthem of Israel:

"Ayin le’Tziyyon tzofiyah.

Od lo avda tikva-teinu,

Ha’tikvah bat sh’not al-payim

Lih-yot am chofshi b’ar-tzeinu

Eretz Tziyyon v’Yerushalayim."

Translation:

"To Zion, looks the eye –

Our hope is not yet lost,

It is two thousand years old,

To be a free people in our land

The land of Zion and Jerusalem."

We still have our home. Yes, our home is in danger. Our family, all seven million of them, are in danger. Yes, we do not feel safe anywhere, diaspora or not.

But we have a two-thousand year-old hope. And I see no reason for a hope that has survived for so long to die now.

So in short: I fear for the quality of our short-term future, but I still have hope for our long-term survival.

Our fear is valid, but we should not lose hope.

Am Yisrael chai 🇮🇱💕

#jumblr #jewish #judaism #jew #opinion #proud israeli #israel solidarity #discourse #hatikvah #the hope #we will outlive them #am yisrael chai

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One of the most important things for me in The Secret History, is the comparison between the Dionysian and Apollonian roots.

I shall start my rumbling with providing their descriptions, according to Nietzsche and his The Birth of Tragedy:

Apollonian represents all types of form or structure. It is about rational thought also.

Dionysian covers the forms of enthusiasm and ecstasy. It is drunkenness and madness.

How I see it represented in TSH?

Well, not really hard to point immediately one thing - the Dionysian ritual itself. That is what we talk about, when we say «Oh, that's some Dionysian type of shit here». This ritual is all about loosing oneself in order to see THE Dionysus. It's brutal, its ruthless, it's even bloody. All 4 of them end up covered in literal human blood of the man they killed.

The whole dynamic of the group is also rather Dionysian. Henry indeed tries hard to be all that rational and cold-blooded person, but at the end of the day, he's the one who got so excited after learning about the ritual, that he decided to took it upon himself to try.

The group? They agree to try. Rather they're all intimidated by Henry, or interested themselves. After the ritual they did quite awoke their primal instincts, that are so Dionysian.

Each of them even is a person who does not oppose any desires. Bunny? Oh please, he is a litteral embodiment of Dionysus. The twins? Yep, guilty as charged, though Camilla tries to hold back (or Richard just romanticises her, hm?). Francis? Sorry love, but yes, that's what money and an absent parent did to you.

Opposed to this world, very small and limited in population I must say, is literally everthing around them. And everyone. Our lovely Richard not-so-reliable-narrator Papen is the epitome of the Apollonian. He is rather reserved person, who took control of himself to get into the college And after everything that happened he gathered himself to actually finish the education. His hometown, Plano, is a very structured place, as we gather along the way. The Papens are like that too, pure resemblance. And Richard tries so hard to leave it behind him and loosen himself a bit. Dropping out of the medical college? Check. Going to study humanities? Check. Joining a questionable Greek class? Check. Becoming an accomplice to murder? Count him in!

Richard is enamoured by the idea of letting go, but he will never let go of that Apollonian part of him. It is just in his upbringing, one cannot easily get rid of it.

The thing about the Dionysian and Apollonian is that they do quite work together, however the clash may be destructive. Richard, who actually got associated with all of the group, who portrais everything we know about the Dionysian, is mentally destructed in the end.

Francis, Camilla and Charles also did have at least an ounce of Apollonian, so they're alive, yes. But good Lord, are they destroyed.

But still, the clash is also the source of creativity. Richard's repentance is incredibly beautifully formulated and written.

We don't really get the look on what the others have created, maybe (a series of novels from Camilla sounds nice, actually), but I sure hope that the clash created something extraordinarily amazing for them. They got their punishment already, let them live.

#donna tartt #the secret history #tsh #secret history #richard papen #henry winter #camilla macaulay #charles macaulay #francis abernathy #edmund corcoran #bunny corcoran #friedrich nietzsche #frederick nietzsche #dark academia #academia #chaotic academia #literature

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amethysttribble · 7 months

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Not to be a killjoy, but-

I didn’t like Cunk on Earth. In fact, I’m pretty sure I hated everything it stands for, which is making ahistorical ‘quips’ to farm Twitter likes that appeal to the lowest common denominator of people’s perception of history and historians as stuffy, irrelevant, boring, and also hiding the secret version of history that fits a modern worldview.

But I keep coming back to one exchange in it. The one where they’re interviewing the woman talking about Greek plays and I’m going to paste it exactly, because it was that impactful:

“But it was so long ago. Why should I care?”

“Well, again, tragedy is often about human situations. Even today, if you found out that by accident you'd killed your own father and married your mother, you'd be quite upset, um, just as Oedipus was.”

“Maybe I'm cold, but I just don't give a sh¡t about people in ancient Greece.”

“That's a shame.”

I think about that woman’s pause. I think about her visible sorrow. About that stupid fucking joke about how “teehee, I don’t give a shit about ancient people, aren’t I saying what we’re all thinking, haha”. I hate it I hate it I hate it.

That woman’s “that’s a shame” was so powerful. It is a shame. It’s a crying shame. It’s a fucking shame this show got so popular, because no matter how ‘ironic’ it’s meant to be, no matter how ‘it’s just a joke bro’ it wants to be taken, yes it 100% predominantly appealed to people who want a pass to not care about history that doesn’t look and sound exactly like them, in a detached modern drawl of amusing Twitter irony and uncaring affectation.

I know this, because the people who showed me this show are exactly those people.

And it’s a shame.

#AH #not my typical fair but that moment hurt me so deeply #Tribble post #it’s a shame it’s a shame

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discar · 12 days

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HZD Terraforming Base-001 Text Communications Network

Chapter 28 | Prev chapter | Next chapter Chapter Index

FlameHairSavior: Well, the Sons of Prometheus are dealt with.

HIMBO: NO MORE NEW MACHINES FOR THE REBELS!

Zo: Oh, good.

BoyNextDoor: Finally.

β: i guess now the tenakth can go back to doing whatever

MARSHAL Kotallo: Unfortunately, not everything is resolved. Unless I am mistaken, the rebels still have their existing machines.

FlameHairSavior: Yeah. No way to turn them all off at once.

MARSHAL Kotallo: So while their defeat is now inevitable, it will take time. They may even become more dangerous in the short-term, as they attempt to make use of their fading advantage.

FlameHairSavior: That's what happened with the Eclipse. Don't underestimate anyone with their back against the wall.

BoyNextDoor: How did you find them? I thought you were having trouble with that.

HIMBO: I BEAT UP ONE OF THEIR GUYS AND GOT HIS FOCUS. THERE WAS A MESSAGE WITH THEIR BASE ON IT.

HIMBO: ALSO, THESE GUYS AREN'T USING THEIR FOCUSES RIGHT AT ALL.

FlameHairSavior: Yeah, I scanned a few, and they basically had nothing on them. It was weird.

β: might have been an attempt at security

β: delete everything after every mission or before every mission so nothing can be stolen

FlameHairSavior: Maybe? Anyway, we infiltrated the camp and destroyed it from the inside.

HIMBO: WE GOT LIKE FIVE STEPS BEFORE WE WERE FIGURED OUT.

FlameHairSavior: That still counts.

FlameHairSavior: The boss was one of Dervahl's lieutenants. So, once again, this is all stemming from the Red Raids.

MARSHAL Kotallo: Of course.

BoyNextDoor: Of course.

DIVINER: We need a Carja friend so we can glare at them whenever this happens! Right now the closest we have is Erend!

HIMBO: HEY, I FOUGHT THE RED RAIDS AND DERVAHL EVERY STEP OF THE WAY!

DIVINER: Exactly!

MARSHAL Kotallo: Jokes aside, I'm surprised you haven't offered Talanah a Focus, Aloy. I was under the impression that she would make an excellent choice. She is a close personal friend, trustworthy, and a leader among her people.

FlameHairSavior: Haven't had the chance, to be honest. She's definitely on my list, but she's still dealing with her own thing. I don't want to try to force a question like this on her while she's still confused over her lover.

β: …

β: are you in love with her

FlameHairSavior: What?

β: youre apprehensive and uncomfortable talking about her current relationship status and dont want to bring her into a group where people make fun of you all the time

FlameHairSavior: What?

β: ive been reading varls books

FlameHairSavior: I really don't have time for this.

HIMBO: THAT'S NOT A NO! VARL, YOU OWE ME MONEY!

BoyNextDoor: It's not a yes, either.

DIVINER: Actually, I had a question about the Sons of Prometheus!

FlameHairSavior: Thank you, Alva.

DIVINER: We can get back to Aloy's love life later!

FlameHairSavior: [WorldsLongestGroan.gif]

DIVINER: What does Sons of Prometheus even MEAN??

FlameHairSavior: I think he was an Oseram hero.

HIMBO: NOPE, NEVER HEARD OF IT BEFORE.

DIVINER: I actually have, but not in any context that makes sense! It was the name of a ship in a movie of the same name!

BoyNextDoor: Well, where did the name come from in the movie?

DIVINER: Oh, it was too corrupted to watch! All we have is the summary!

β: in greek mythology prometheus was the titan who stole fire from the gods and gave it to humanity

β: and then he was chained to a rock and had his liver eaten by birds every day for eternity

DIVINER: …

FlameHairSavior: …

BoyNextDoor: Well that's morbid.

MARSHAL Kotallo: Quite.

Zo: There is quite a lot to unpack from that.

HIMBO: WHAT'S A TITAN?

β: think of them as like the gods from before the gods

β: the gods killed them except they didnt and they were all evil except the gods werent actually much better

β: the greeks didnt really have a high opinion

β: of anyone

β: lots of tragedies and hubris and people getting rightfully killed for their own stupid mistakes and also unrightfully killed for other peoples mistakes

β: and gods just screwing with everyone because

FlameHairSavior: I guess Sylens named them, then.

DIVINER: He's the only real option, unless they found the name after they got their Focuses!

FlameHairSavior: Actually, I meant because absolutely everything about that culture and that story sounds like his sort of thing.

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#horizon #horizon zero dawn #horizon forbidden west #HZDBaseChat #aloy #zo #varl #erend vanguardsman #kotallo #alva #beta horizon

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nothing-but-paisley · 13 days

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20 Questions for Fic Writers! ✨

tagged by @monstersinthecosmos and @hekateinhell thank you! 🖤

1. How many works do you have on A03? 28, all public

2. What’s your total A03 word count? 70,744

3. What fandoms do you write for? Vampire Chronicles & AMC IWTV. I also write Hannibal fic and dabble in Star Trek (need to get into some ds9 fic one of these days.) I also have a twitter account (@murdertherapy) where I give advice as Hannibal Lecter, but I've back burnered it for the time being due to The Horrors. Might make a tumblr for it one day.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? Touching and Touched, Only a Name, That Essence Rare, Amnesiac, By Any Other Name

5. Do you respond to comments? Absolutely, they make me so happy! But I get a little self-conscious about how to respond to them since I don't know how to take compliments, so I'm always just like, thanks 🙂

But I really do cherish all of them 😭

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Gotta be Gethsemane, the fic where I did what Anne maybe ultimately wished she did and killed Daniel. This is one of my favorite pieces I've written in fandom or otherwise and it really helped me process some things.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I'm sure it's my spirk fic Touching and Touched, they are so fuckin sappy I love them.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I've been pretty lucky in that I've never gotten a mean comment on ao3 or any shade about any of my fics (that I've seen lol).

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Listen, I think that horniness is the engine of all drama. All fiction is inherently erotic. What is a Greek tragedy but a super drawn out communal orgasm?

But yes, I write smut almost exclusively lol. People are (usually) at their most vulnerable and raw during sex, and this is an incredibly powerful way to explore character dynamics as well as their inner lives, traumas, and hidden drives. I'm especially drawn to BDSM/kink in general.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Yes! I just wrote a VC/X-Files crossover called Amanuensis in which Mulder and Scully investigate the Night Island that was tons of fun, but it's not something I make a habit of for whatever reason.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but it's something I would definitely be open to!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Devil's Minion, Hannigram, Garashir, Spirk, Mulder/Scully. They all make me insane in unique ways! I'm also partial to Armand/Marius/Daniel--any Armand ship really! Super normal about him :)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I WANT to finish my Knight of Swords series one day, but I'll try keep plugging away at it.

16. What are your writing strengths? Dialogue, 100%. I want everything to be a screenplay lmao. I have written multiple fics that are just text conversations, transcripts, etc.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I can be impatient when it comes to writing descriptions/actions, so a lot of that stuff is as bare bones as possible. I would like to become better at creating a sense of depth and scale and grandeur rather than just sketching things out (and writing longer fics instead of just oneshots all the time).

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Neutral, I think it can work when used sparingly (but then I've dropped a few caro mios in my time).

19. First fandom you wrote for? Doctor Who in the ancient pre-ao3 times.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Apart from Gethsemane, I was really happy with how By Any Other Name turned out (the fic where Armand roleplays that Daniel is Marius without his knowledge). Basically anything that's a combination of heavy angst and smut with an optional lil sliver of comfort--that's the good stuff.

tagging: @fofoqueirah and @butchybats and @desertfangs (feel free to ignore if you've done this already lol)

#vc fic #ask paisley #devil's minion

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I don't like how TCW took away the classic, fairytale elements of Anakin and Padmé so they could be more "relatable" as a couple. That was neither necessary nor did it make any sense for their romance because that was never the point of them to begin with. They were the type to quite literally jump off a bridge for each other, call each other sweet names, always wanting to be close, the passion, the dreamlikeness, etc. They were more of the mythological, fairytale, classic literature type of couple. The ideal couple that, due to numerous unfortunate circumstances, it was doomed. Some people also argue that they would not have lasted, but they don't get that the rules that apply in the real world don't always have to apply in a fantasy setting. I've been seeing this kind of "remake" of fantastical, classic, fairytale(-esque) couples so they seem more realistic and modern, and it just saddens me (which is also why most Disney LA remakes also piss me off). It's because of what that series's portrayal of Anakin and Padmé that people either have this "bff" conception of their romance or that Padmé was always annoyed by him when she would have thrown away everything for him (and viceversa, ofc, I mean lol). Smh

I agree. TCW for me just goes against the original authorial intent. Although GL did make a lot of the decisions, he was not alone and ofc eventually Filoni and co took over. But when he started out he always said he didn't care about fans liking it. It was always about the story he intended to tell, whether they liked it or not. And that's so admirable to have a story be told just for itself and not for fanservice and it shows GL was passionate about it and he just had to retcon or brainstorm more because of the backlash. He always said SW is a homage to all the movies he loved. It's reminiscent of the cheesy soaps he grew up with and in the PT appreciation video I shared recently, it shows so many scenes are similar to older films. GL was even aware of the dialogue and how it wouldn't resonate with modern audiences but he needed it to fit in a specific style.

It's funny how fans appreciate how "classic" the OT is but expect the PT to be hyper modern when it should be even more rooted in mythology. The OT is fairytale-like too. I mean when you think about it the big bad is defeated by the power of love and Luke just forgives a man who killed so many people because he's his father who he doesn't even know? Vader even goes easy on him and he never actually is threatened by him. It's not very realistic either nor is it for Obi Wan to be hiding out in Tattooine and waiting to hand over a magic quest to Luke but it does work in fairytales because it is the hero's journey - like the prequels is similar to a Greek tragedy unfolding in three parts. It's supposed to be cheesy with morals and messages and recurring themes. And without any war when the galaxy is at its golden age so to speak, of course Anidala would be more of a Shakespearean romance with a dash of tragedy mixed in it. If GL can call them space Romeo and Juliet, he is acknowledging they are young and naive and impulsive and the audience isn't suppose to view them as ideals or think of RL relationships to be similar. None of the OT characters are particularly complex either and the ideologies are even more black and white. Ultimately, it's the message about family and love and yes it is very simplistic and fairytaleish because it's suppose to feel good. I don't get the point in trying to make it modern and realistic when it was never supposed to be one. It's space opera and fantasy - not science fiction. And tbh TCW makes the characters even more generic and westernized than they ever were in the prequels. Don't get me started on Chadakin and Girlboss!Padme (or discount Han and Leia) when they were much more imperfect, multifaceted characters in the movies while seamlessly fitting in with the fairytale-ish narrative.

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i’ve seen a lot of people theorise that callum will die or very nearly die but i think that would kind of validate rayla’s motives for leaving and part of the point is that she was wrong for leaving and i think if anyone was to have a very near death experience she would

what’s your opinion?

So this is entirely my Greek tragedy vibes but short form: yes I think you're right. I've gone on record saying (and this is stretching back like, to last summer I wanna say if not further) that if Rayla does save Callum in an upcoming season, that can't be solely where whatever the plot line it is ends, because that just reaffirms her mindset of "I have to sacrifice, I have to save everyone, I can't let anyone help me or love me or they'll get hurt" that she exists in on various levels ranging from shallow stuff ("Don't worry about my hand, the egg is all that matters now") to like, going off the deep end (leaving in TTM).

S4 throws an interesting wrench in with her new mindset of "We can't save everyone" (4x05) that the show makes a point of emphasizing is in direct conflict with all her prior characterization ("It's because Rayla is a hero. Rayla saves people. She's brave" in 3x05 / "Didn't they call you a dragonguard? That was something you cared about" in 4x05 / "I want to protect people, to have the strength to save people like that. Will you train me?" in Bloodmoon Huntress). So now we gotta let Rayla have a W in that regard, and her saving Callum - proving to herself that she can and that she doesn't always mess everything up, that her failure isn't inevitable... That'd be a good step in the right direction.

But it's just one of two main steps. What's the other one?

Well, say Rayla does successfully save him (from Aaravos or brainwashing or pirates or otherwise, etc). That can help repair their relationship (a "I'm not going anywhere" devotion angle that Callum definitely needs reassurance with long term) and help Rayla get back to where she was before, if a bit healthier.

But that's kind of the problem, as where she was before wasn't healthy. Her overly independent streak, her determination to take everything onto her shoulders, her well of self loathing inspired self sacrificing tendencies... Those are the things that tore them and herself apart in the first place, leading to the regression that now needs to Also be dealt with. And saving Callum - especially if he's only in danger because he's chosen to do something dangerous For Her because Irony and he Loves her - is going to make that even messier.

So I do think eventually Callum will save her / Rayla will ask for help / to go together, and/or Callum will ask her to stay and she'll say yes, because like... Her self worth issues still have to be dealt with, but I could see that being a big step forward into S6. But really anything is possible in S5, it's clearly going to be quite a Callum-and-Rayla heavy season in particular, and I could not be more excited

#rayllum #thanks for asking #predictions #arc 2 #anonymous #constantly chasing after you

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You know i can see jaune going the same path as david in the cyberpunk AU

So, here's my thoughts on the Edgerunners finale and the series as a whole. I feel like, in this world of cyberpsychosis, psychos, and corporate greed, I feel like the path David took was... It was the worst part of the series.

Don't get me wrong. This series is PHENOMENAL and will stick with me for years to come. The art, the music, the world and it's characters, I loved them all!

But the way David was doomed to fail from the start like a Greek tragedy irks me to no end. David was a smart kid who struggled to get where he was supposed to be, but life kept handing him shit deal after shit deal until he finally makes it big, only to be smashed down because "evil corporations".

David going full psycho without telling Lucy, following the same path Maine went pisses me off because I honestly thought he was smarter than that. Him hopping into the war machine to save Lucy, I get, and it's a great set-up for the finale where he goes toe-to-toe with Adam Smasher. And him losing hard because that's just how hard Addy Smashmeplease be, I understand.

But the tragedy of it all just pisses me off because the answer is so damn obvious to me, and it's a plot point in stories I fucking hate. Everything failed in COMMUNICATION.

"Hey, Lucy, I'm feeling inadequate and that's what's causing my chrome addiction, driving me down the path of going psycho."

"Shit, Davie, that's bad. I think that's how Maine and a lot guys die out here, so you should probably slow down. Also, I know I was a child of a top-secret government experiment, but it's scaring me with how easy someone could find me and take me."

"Wassup, chooms! It's me, Rebecca, and I wanna kiss Dimples!"

"Weird! Me, too! What do you think David?"

Exaggeration? Maybe, and maybe I'm in the wrong for wanting a happy ending in a grimdark franchise of greed, murder, and addiction, but that's just how I be. I gotta hold onto some kind of hope.

Okay, now that I'm done raving like a psycho:

Jaune going the same path as David. I think he would, and yes, that includes the poor communication aspect. Jaune isn't open about his feelings for almost five volumes running now, and he isn't going to start soon. (OR IS HE?! DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUN!)

Jaune getting chromed out so hard that he starts going psycho so people won't pick on him anymore and take what's his? Yup. Definitely a Jaune move, especially after Volume 3.

But there's always an Adam Smasher, and Jaune getting smashed to bits is just how this story is going to go.

All part of the fuckin' cycle, man.

#rwby #jaune arc #my thoughts #david martinez #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk edgerunners #my answers #rwby au #cyberpunk 2077 au

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Lilies and Pomegranate Seeds

A/N: It's here it's finally here! the Hades and Perpshone Shuriri fic

Tag gang: @mal-urameshi @xblackreader @pantherheart @somethingcleaverandwhitty @karimwillia @elleaitch22 @therosehost @purple-nugget

Summary: Riri is going to her woman and she's happy about it.

Riri the soon-to-be queen of the underworld and goddess of spring. Riri couldn’t believe she will be marrying her love very soon, Iris popped through the ground as Riri walked along the pond she was so fond. And she met her love.

Shuri.

The supposed scary underworld goddess, who loves to look at the flowers that Riri would make. Riri couldn’t help be a smile as she counts the days until she gets to see her love again. Riri continued to think about her beloved and how Shuri was handling the underworld without her.

“She better be as bored as I am,” Riri said as her hand through a puffy cloud. Too deep in her thoughts she didn’t see her close friend MJ laughing at her, “Are you done looking like a sad puppy?”

Riri rolled over to her side, “It’s not funny, MJ. I’m wondering if Shuri is thinking about me as much as I’m thinking about her.”

MJ rolled her eyes, “And to think you only have to wait for three days. Oh, your life is a Greek tragedy after all.”

Riri kicked her friend’s shin, “Good thing you’re smart because being funny isn’t your strong suit.”

Three more days Riri smiled at herself. She couldn’t wait to see her love again.

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A chariot waiting for her in the field made of the finest steel outlined by amethyst and purple sapphires. When the chariot lurches into motion, Riri could barely handle her excitement to see her love. Before she knew it those six months of isolation were far behind her, and now she focus on seeing and being with Shuri. The chariot passes over the river Styx and through the black gates.

I’m home, Riri thought as she heard the gates close.

Shuri was pacing in the throne room, wondering if her love made it safely here. Shuri had everything planned she wanted the pair to do during Riri’s stay. Before she could overanalyze her plans Riri squealed as she wrapped herself like pythons around Shuri’s body.

“Welcome home, my heart,” Shuri says as she wrapped her arms to hold Riri’s body underneath, “How’s the surface world?”

Riri pulled her head out of Shuri’s shoulder, “Okay, I figure out how to make Stargazer lilies.”

Before Shuri could ask more about the new lilies that her love made she felt a sharp nip on her neck, “Riri.”

Riri laughs not pulling herself away from her new hiding spot, “What I haven’t seen you in six months.”

“Yes,” Shuri said as she carry them out of the throne room, “but I had a plan to woo you.”

“Aw my poor flower,” Riri said in between kisses, “How about you can woo me after I take my fill?”

“It doesn’t seem I have a choice,” Shuri said as she placed them on a plush bed. Riri still smile holding herself as close to her love as possible, “No you don’t, but I wanted to play nice.”

#shuriri fic #shuriri #riri williams #fanfiction #shuri x riri #writing

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The Story Of Us - Part 13

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

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Summary: You and Wanda have known each other since you were little. And a love story that could've been as simple as a clichéd romantic comedy suffers the effects of stubbornness and immaturity, ending up becoming something almost like a Greek tragedy.

Word count: 2.913 || Pronouns: she/her

Warnings: none

And it's finally here! This chapter is more of an epilogue, really, but it's a cute moment and I feel like it wouldn't make sense if I left this song out. Hope you like it!

You do NOT have permission to repost or translate my work on any platforms (even with credit)

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Lover

This would be the prettiest sight in Westview if you didn't have a certain redhead in mind.

Still, the party venue didn't fail to take your breath away, with the pastel decorations just the way Wanda likes them, and the yellowish lights you've chosen, which give the whole garden a more and more welcoming tone as the sun goes down.

And all this from the small window of the room where you are getting ready. You imagine how beautiful the ceremony will be when you finally come down to be part of it.

Only the thought makes your insides turn nervously, your heart beating faster with anxiety. Of course your brain would trick you into thinking about all the things that could go wrong, but you wouldn't allow that. Everything would be fine, there's no reason to be nervous.

"We have a problem." Is the next thing you hear, and you spin on your heels to face Pietro entering the room. "A small problem, nothing I can't fix." He adds quickly as he closes the door, slightly scared by your desperate expression, "I actually just don't know where to put the ring bear."

"Ring bearer?" You correct, looking at him with shock, and the man shrugs his shoulders. "Yes, the bear that will bear the rings." He says with obviousness, but you keep looking at him completely baffled, hoping he is kidding. From the way his eyes widen in the next second, you figure he’s not.

"OH MY GOD." Pietro exclaims, his face showing a mixture of realization and terror, and you widen your own eyes in both irritation and disbelief. "YOU BROUGHT A BEAR TO MY WEDDING?!"

"What the hell are you two yelling about?!" Natasha’s voice is confused as she enters the room, Maria right behind her. As the two women enter and close the door, you run your hand through your hair angrily. "Pietro brought a wild animal to my wedding!"

"Technically it's not wild, it lives in a zoo-"

"There's a bear at my wedding!" You interrupt the defensive speech of the blonde man, who shuts up immediately, ashamed - and slightly scared of your angry posture. Natasha and Maria exchange confused looks as you keep mumbling under your breath about your wedding being a complete disaster.

"Okay, Y/n, calm down." Asks the redhead tenderly, placing her hands on your shoulders and guiding you to sit on the chair near the window you were previously looking at. After you do, Natasha turns her attention to her girlfriend. "Babe, can you go get her some water please?"

At the same instant, Maria nods and rushes out of the bedroom. As you bury your face in your hands in distress, Natasha crosses her arms, looking at Pietro, who’s been motionless by the side of the door. "You, talk."

"Alright, so, Wanda left me in charge of taking care of the ring bearer and-"

"Never mind, you don't have to say anything else." The redhead interrupts with a tired sigh, torn between laughing at the absurdity of that situation or slapping the man on the head for such an unbelievable mistake.

"Okay, look, in my defense, he's trained for this. He's pretty small, his name is Koda and he's adorable." The blonde man argues at the same time as Maria returns to the room, and offers a yellow smile in an attempt to make the situation better somehow.

"I just saw the bear, he really is cute." The dark-haired woman adds, handing you the glass of water, and you drink it all in a single gulp. "Okay then, if the bear is trained for it I don't see a problem. It'll be a lot of fun, actually." Natasha says, reassuringly looking at you and you sigh, nodding your head in surrender.

"Great... But now we have another problem." Pietro says, attracting all the attention back to him. "You'll have to tell Wanda about the bear." He says, directly at you, and you furrow your brows in confusion. "Me? Why me?" You ask, and the blonde man puts his hand on his pockets before saying, "Because I'm afraid of her."

"Pietro, I-"

"Cool, bye!" He interrupts before sprinting out of the room, closing the door with a loud thud, and you let out an incredulous chuckle. "Can you believe this guy is gonna be my brother-in-law?" You say with humor, making the other women in the room smile amusedly.

"But are you complaining?" Natasha questions with a raise of her eyebrow, and you smile to yourself as you think about getting married to the woman you love. "Absolutely not." You answer, receiving a sweet smile from your friend.

"Alright, let me go fix this mess." You say as you stand up and receive from the other two pats on your back and supportive comments.

The second floor of the house you rented for the wedding is taken mostly by the people working on the ceremony, so you don’t get stopped to chat on your way to the room where Wanda was getting ready. Just the thought of seeing her made your skin shiver with anticipation, and you had a smile on your lips as you knocked on the door.

Although you can hear the sounds of chatter coming from inside, no one comes to open the door for you, so you decide to open it yourself.

"Wands?" You call out the moment you step in inside the room and, although you still can’t see them, the chattering stops. "What are you doing here? You can't see me!" Wanda shouts from the bathroom, almost in distress, and you smile amusedly.

"Yeah, Y/n! It's bad luck!" Carol adds, coming out of the bathroom and walking towards you with an almost angry expression that makes you immediately raise your hands in surrender. You barely get a glimpse of your fiancée getting out of the bathroom before the blonde covers your eyes with your hand.

"And you can't see her either, miss, close your eyes!" Maria says with amused disapproval, and you imagine that she covered Wanda’s eyes as well. "Guys, I need to talk to her." You say amidst a laugh, your hands in the pockets of your suit.

"Wait, I have an idea." You hear Carol tell, and soon after you are being moved around the room by hands that you imagine are the blonde's. By the soft mumbles coming from Wanda, you imagine that Maria is doing the same to her.

"Okay, you can open your eyes." Carol says, and when you do as you are told, you are met with only Wanda's face a few inches from yours, a long towel held up between you so that you can't see the rest of each other's bodies. And she looks absolutely stunning.

"What is it?" The redhead asks with amusement at your clear expression of wonder, and you giggle lightly, smiling foolishly at her, unable to stop admiring her. "I haven't seen you since this morning. You look beautiful."

"My makeup isn't even half done." Wanda comments with a playful chuckle, but she has reddened cheeks from your comment, and you can only fall even deeper in love with her. "I know, and you already look breathtaking."

"Guys, I know it's your wedding day and all, but I'm gonna puke if you keep this up." Carol playfully complains beside you, and the four of you giggle before Wanda frowns in confusion.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" She asks, and you find yourself unable to tell her what happened. She would probably just be more anxious and nervous than she already is, and you wanted this day to be nothing but perfect for her.

"Pietro has a surprise for you." You tell instead, watching your bride's countenance turn into one of curiosity and excitement. "It's happening during the ceremony, so he asked me to let you know."

"Okay." She comments with an anxious giggle, and you can tell by her expression that she is holding back from asking questions, so you rush to say, "See you at 5:30."

"See you at 5:30." She repeats sweetly, happy smiles taking over both your faces as you lean toward each other like magnets. Before your lips can meet Wanda's, however, a hand is placed between you.

"No kissing until the preacher allows it!" Carol says, looking at you both reproachfully. And, amidst giggles, you have your friend cover your eyes again and carry you out of the room.

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"Are you sure you're going in alone?" asks one of the staff members responsible for guiding the ceremony forward, and you let out a shaky breath of nervousness as you see all the people you know sitting in the chairs arranged in front of the altar.

You and your family never got along again after so many arguments and years apart. You didn't care much for that, at least not anymore. But there was the inconvenience at this moment of not having anyone to go in with you, and in the midst of so many things to sort out, you forgot to choose someone to do it with.

"Absolutely not." A voice behind you sounds before you can give her your confirmation, and you and the woman look back immediately, "I'm going in with her."

"Charles." You say with a smile that reciprocates his. "Congratulations on the wedding, child. You deserve all the happiness in the world." He wishes, taking one of your hands between his, and you have to hold back your tears as you thank him.

"All right then. You may go." Says the woman, signaling down the aisle before giving a few commands on her walkie-talkie. In the next instant soft music begins to play, and conversations quickly die down as the guests look back.

You and Charles exchange a look of confirmation before you begin to walk slowly toward the altar. You exchange a few glances and smiles with close friends, your heart beating fast with each new step.

As you reach the altar, the man turns to you to deposit a gentle kiss on your cheek, and you smile at him as he walks back to stand beside Erik on one of the chairs, who is also smiling at you.

You try not to let your nerves get the best of you as the ceremony takes place, controlling yourself so that your leg doesn't shake with anxiety. But it is only when Wanda appears at the end of the aisle, accompanied by her father, that your brain completely stops working.

It's as if everything around you happens in slow motion and is slowly dimmed, darkened until only you and Wanda are left, smiling as she gets closer and closer. At some point you can no longer hold back your tears, and you don't even mind too much because the redhead has tears in her eyes too when she joins you.

Oleg hugs you tightly as the two of them reach the altar, and you don't wait for him to pull away completely to turn your full attention to your bride.

"Hi." She whispers softly as she stops in front of you, looking up at you with those beautiful green eyes you fell so hopelessly in love with all those years ago, and it's hard not to kiss her as you smile back. "Hi."

The preacher gets back to talking after that. About love, commitment, and all the things that the woman in front of you makes you feel strongly and want for the rest of your days. You have to focus really hard to pay attention to the speech and not get lost in the redhead's beauty, but every time she smiles, it's as if all your attempts have been in vain.

But eventually she looks away down the aisle, and you decide to follow her gaze as the guests let out choruses of surprise and excitement. You softly chuckle as your eyes rest where everyone else's are.

Walking slowly down the aisle toward you, a small brown bear with an even smaller black tie wrapped around his neck carries in his mouth a little basket with the rings that you and Wanda will exchange.

"There's a bear at our wedding." Wanda comments, looking at the little creature in a mixture of confusion and disbelief, and you hum in confirmation. "A special gift from your brother." You tell, drawing her gaze back to you. "Our ring bearer."

The redhead's frowning eyebrows only last for a brief moment before her countenance turns to one of understanding, chuckling softly at the misunderstanding her brother had committed. She should've known.

But the guests let out adoring sounds, laughing and taking pictures of the animal as it approaches you, and you can only think that Natasha was right, it was fun after all.

When the little bear finally makes it down the aisle, his trainer hands the rings to you and Wanda, and you both hold your breaths in anticipation. When the preacher instructs you to take your vows, you let out a long sigh.

"Wanda Maximoff," you begin, smiling wider when you see the happy smile on her lips, "I thought I fell in love with you that night in high school when you kissed that guy at one of my shows - honestly, how dare you?"

Your playful question draws laughter not only from your bride but from the guests around you. When the redhead shrugs, they laugh some more. "But the truth is, it was long before that. When I shared my glove with you that cold day, or all the times we stood on the roof at night talking for hours. Or maybe several other times before that. Certainly many other times after."

Your tone is so passionate that Wanda is sure her heart is going to explode at any moment now, but she settles for just letting the tears flow instead. And as for you, you need to clear your throat to fight the crying and get your vows finished.

"The truth is that you make me fall in love with you every day. Every morning when I wake up next to you and every night when I lie down by your side." You continue, the butterflies flying rampant in your stomach as memories fill your mind. "And I know, as surely as a human being can be, that I will fall in love with you, every day, always, for the rest of our lives."

You finish your vows by placing the wedding ring on Wanda's finger, and she gives a tearful laugh of happiness as she watches the action. When you finish, the preacher tells her to perform her vows now, and the redhead just smiles at you for a moment before doing so.

"Y/n Y/l/n," she begins, "we've been through so much throughout our lives together... A little over two decades now, I thought we'd have grown tired of each other by this point." She jokes, drawing amused giggles from you and your guests.

"But the truth is, I could never get tired of you," she confesses, her eyes sparkling with the light of the setting sun and something else that only you are capable of awakening in her, "you are the reason I wake up every day with a smile on my face and go to bed every night with the certainty that life can truly be good."

Your smile widening makes tears roll down your cheeks, and Wanda has to resist the urge to hold your face between her hands to keep talking. "And I may not be a silly, naive teenager anymore, but with you, all my days are a fairytale." She remarks knowingly, a reference to the first date of the two of you that only you and she would understand.

"And I never told you this, but that night on your roof, when you asked me what my planning was for 20 years from then? It was with you." Her confession is tearful, and makes your breath hitch as your tears flow down more freely.

"It was always you, and it will always be you, for the rest of my days." She assures, placing the ring on your finger this time, and you just want the preacher to give the command soon so you can kiss your bride already.

"If anyone has anything against this union-"

"Oh, please, we've been waiting for this our whole lives!" Tony's shout interrupts the preacher's speech, drawing laughter from everyone around, including herself. "Alright." The woman says with amusement, exchanging glances between you and Wanda as she says, "I now pronounce you wives. You may seal your marriage."

Neither of you needs to hear it a second time, and as soon as the instruction leaves the preacher's lips, you and Wanda are moving forward, your arms around her waist as her hands cup your cheeks, pulling you closer.

The guests erupt in cheers and applause, but all those sounds are drowned out as your bride - now wife - kisses you passionately, the best kiss you have ever shared in your lives.

As Wanda said, you have been through a lot together. But right now, more than ever, you are sure that the story of you is nowhere near over, and things would only get better from here on out.

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And this is the end! Thank you so much to everyone who followed this story, I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you all liked reading it as well. As always, thoughts and comments are very much appreciated ad encouraged. Stay safe!

Extra: Something New

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff au #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel imagines

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derekscorner · 1 year

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I wish the original God of War had a remake

Now before you immediately click off because you’re one of those gamers (or even movie fans) tired of the laziness that studios have fell too lately please allow me to elaborate.

I do not say this because I want anything grand. I’m not demanding they remake the classic series or even the classic trilogy. What I desire is that original game remade for some polish and love. (the series has an anniversary soon right?)

Sure, I could just find the original and- well, I did! I’m waiting on it in the mail so I can emulate. Despite this I still would like to see it redone for a few reasons.

Namely World-Building

I’m sure a good reason for many is just gameplay alone. I’ve yet to play it so I can’t chime in on that part of the topic but I do know many say the game has moments that are more annoying that fun. A little rework and polish to rid a player of needless annoyance is always desired.

The reason I personally want to see it remade is from a world stage perspective. The original title was a great enough stand alone work that it spawned this series and since I’m someone who adores simplicity I feel drawn to seeing it.

In the bluntest of terms, I find the grander world that Kratos’ lives in to be a headache. (Let’s list a few)

Such as the world of GoW being depicted as round in Ascension yet the dev team confirming this world is flat.

Or the nature of the various pantheons inhabiting this shared flat world despite the two pantheons we’ve seen so far having vastly different, yet both accurate, origins to that world.

How can Midgard be made of Ymir’s corpse when the world was supposedly born of the Greek primordial gods killing each other in a war of mutual destruction?

Was Odin just blowing smoke up his own ass? How much of Greece, Midgard, the other realms, and even confirmed countries like Egypt is made from Chaos or Ymir?

How can the death of the gods in Greece be so grander to the desolation of that nation compared to the deaths of the Aesir in Midgard? So far the only life that seemed to drastically alter Midgard’s environment was Atreus when he was on deaths door in GoW 2018.

Who cursed Kratos to be an undying demigod?

What is the higher plane that Athena ascended too and what is the rift in Odin’s basement? (yes I’ve seen the theories on both being based in gnosticism)

How many timelines has Kratos and Jormungandr created between Kratos killing the Fates and the splinter in Yggdrasil?

If lands are connected as one world then why would Greece “dying” render Kratos of all his magics when the world as a whole seems as alive as always?

How can death exist in Greece or any land with Thanatos slain by Kratos? How does one even kill death?

The sheer level of damage Kratos had done in the various prequels and intermission games. I find it hard to believe the other gods, let alone Zeus, let Kratos be when he was going around sinking Atlantis among other bits of collateral.

There’s a slew of questions and I’m sure long time fans can both answer some of these, add more, or offer decent theories to wipe them away.

Others may just argue “it’s about the characters” and ignore this and, ya know what, that’s fair. I agree.

No, seriously, some would argue this but God of War is fundamentally character focused. To ignore the inconsistencies is a valid approach with this having even more validity in the classic series due to it’s action game nature.

Sure, classic Kratos can be stoic and one-note but he is not without character. Everything he did was due to his families death. He wasn’t a good man, not a faithful husband, but he did truly love them. By Greek/Spartan standards he may have even been a great father too his daughter.

He only gets more stereotype as the series progresses because he’s meant too. IRL he was known as the angry god killer man but in-story his rage was constantly building. Any semblances of trust or attachment was answered with betrayal or tragedy.

For him to be screaming “ZEUSSSSSSSSSSSSS” for most of GoW 3 is a logical evolution in my mind. Not sure about the hope angle or Pandora but that’s an argument for a long time fan to make.

God of War, classic God of War, is a greek tragedy through and through. It’s not as deep as 2018 but Kratos’ character does reflect change. Even if it’s a villainous change.

I’m not trying excuse his actions nor is those titles nor is Kratos himself years later. He was an vengeful rage fueled god and his guilt for that is one reason his story in the Norse world works so well.

Getting back on Point

Sorry for the tangent, point is that I get it. However, I’m a being bothered by things in world building. I got into this series backwards with 2018 having only played GoW 2 once in high school. I’m not going to ask for a whole rework or remake series when the Norse titles have done so well building off Kratos past.

I want a God of War remake because I believe it’d be a fun title but I also think Kratos’ world works best within the confines of one mythology. There’s not as many holes in the stage and it’d make a great stand alone title. An entry point for some.

From my understanding, the original title had two endings. A stand alone ending and one suggesting a sequel. You could keep those, the original stand alone ending and another showing what’s to come. You could add costumes and weapons from the series as a whole. Maybe add other things that I wont even know of being a newer fan.

Possible Hot-take (I guess?)

Most importantly, and by far the most personal aspect for me, I think it’s more impressive if Kratos is just a mortal that slew a god. I’m not sure if Kratos being Zeus’ son was present during GoW 1 or if that was a plot made for GoW 2 and built upon but I actually find it a bit weak compared to what was presented in the first game.

The Norse titles did a damn good job of using that history of patricide as fuel for Kratos’ growth as a person but I still (and I do stress “personally) think it is less impressive. (especially when he canonically slew several immortals prior to GoW 1)

GoW 1 focus’ strongly on the fact that gods are immortal. Kratos rising up to kill the god that wronged him is more impressive, if not world shaking, to Greece if he’s just a mortal. Not a son of Zeus or any god but a man. One that, albeit with aid, managed to stand up to a god and kill that god.

A damn good spartan, a god-made monster/weapon forged with the intentions of battle Olympus but still mortal all the same. That’s what stuck out to me most when seeing GoW 1′s story.

That’s one reason I’d love to see GoW 1 remade with minimal story change. You could take it or leave it, play it and try the rest of the series or just stick with this one entry, overall I think it’d be a fun game if remade.

Anyway, bye now~

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P.S. those images are taken from a fan project of a God of War remake in case you’re wondering....I also realize that last section would’ve made a better separate post but oh well.

P.S.S.S I have just finished God of War 2005 and I used a cheat to take a peak at the treasures. Seems like Kratos being Zeus’ son has been an idea from the get go.

I still feel it’s a bit weaker compared to a regular mortal toppling a god but I won’t hold that as strongly now that I know.

#god of war #god of war ragnarok #kratos #ramblings

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Books recs on Alexander? And also any books to avoid? I've read the Robin Lane Fox biography but that's it.

ooooh I love this question. A lot depends on what kind of stuff you want to read about (military history? sexuality? politics? greater context of the era? history of Macedon in general? biography of Alexander specifically? focus on Hephaestion? Olympias? etc.), but here are some general nonfiction recommendations from my shelves*:

Alexander of Macedon, 356-323 B.C. (Peter Green). If I had to recommend one single book it would be this one; Green’s writing is factual, engaging, entertaining, and well-contextualised. The book is delightfully bitchy at times, and appropriately sober at others. Only real downside is that Green doesn’t much care for Hephaestion, but he doesn’t let that opinion get too intrusive when discussing Alexander’s relationship to him.

Alexander the Great (Robin Lane Fox). You already read this one but it’s a classic so I’m sticking it on the list again anyway.

The Search for Alexander (Ibid.). Similar to his other book, but with the cool benefit of his having re-traced Alexander’s footsteps as closely as possible.

Brill’s Companion to Ancient Macedon: Studies in the Archaeology and History of Macedon, 650 BC - 300 AD (ed. Lane Fox).

The Landmark Arrian: The Campaigns of Alexander (ed. Romm, Strassler). This is by far my favourite edition of Arrian’s writing on Alexander, primarily because of the contextualising information.

The History of Alexander (Quintus Curtius Rufus). There are various English-language translations available; I prefer the Loeb editions.

The Life of Alexander (Plutarch). Again, I like the Loeb translations, but most English-language translations of Plutarch are acceptable.

Alexander the Great (Paul Cartledge).

Alexander the Great (Ulrich Wilcken).

Alexander the Great (Richard Stoneman).

Alexander the Great (Philip Freeman).

Alexander and the East: The Tragedy of Triumph (A.B. Bosworth). Pretty much everything by Bosworth is good in my opinion.

Responses to Oliver Stone’s Alexander (ed. Cartledge, Greenland). Very much a mixed bag, but a lot of really cool historical information about specifics aspects of Alexander’s time that might not be covered in straightforward biographies, e.g. typical fashion of the time period.

The Conquests of Alexander the Great (Waldemar Heckel). Most writing by Heckel is good, and recommended.

Dividing the Spoils: The War for Alexander the Great’s Empire (Robin Waterfield). Focused more on the aftermath of Alexander’s death, but interesting nonetheless.

The Nature of Alexander (Mary Renault). Some (myself included) would call it outdated, but Renault’s classic biography is just a really enjoyable read regardless. The appendices she adds to her Alexander novel trilogy, especially the first book (Fire from Heaven), are also lovely.

*By this I mean these are all books I own and have read multiple times.

To avoid: Anything by Richard A. Gabriel; anything by E.A. Wallis Budge; anything sensationalising Alexander’s death (e.g. claiming that he was poisoned and this new book explains all about how and who was to blame); most books or articles published before 1975; anything basing itself on the premise that Alexander was an unpopular or generally incompetent ruler (you can pick out these books easily by eschewing anything with a title like “Alexander the Great... FAILURE” or similar — a real work by John Grainger); Alexander the Great: His Life and His Mysterious Death by Anthony Everitt... a book so knowledgeable about Alexander that it uses a bas-relief of Scipio Africanus on the cover instead of one of its purported subject. Yes, that is a real thing that this book does.

Anyway, I hope that helps! I only provided books in English (excluding the Latin/Greek original texts obviously) because you asked in English, but I can also recommend some books in French and German. If any of these books aren’t available in your region, just send me an ask (off anon, please) and I’ll be more than happy to provide you with a PDF or EPUB copy on request.

#talking about books and stuff #Alexander the Great #asks #anonymous

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OC Introduction: Heinrich (Nemesis) Cornelius Reiss

Nemesis -- Ancient Greek: Νέμεσις, The name is often connected with the Greek verb νέμειν némein which means "distribute, attribute". The name is also related to the Greek word némein, which means "to give what is due". Heinrich -- Name of Birth -- "Heinrich" Ruler of the Home. Home Ruler - composed of the Germanic elements "heim" and "ric". "Heim" means "home" and "ric" means "power, ruler."

Born in Salem, Massachusetts. Upper Class. Murdered his parents at thirteen. Has healthy sleeping habits. Possesses the largest occult library in England.

Occultist looking to study the unusual reaches of the world. Knows everything there is to know about the obscure and anomalytic.

Forty Years Old (Or so he says) -- He/Him -- Gay Might not even be human anymore...

A terrifyingly intelligent man with a charming demeanor. Polite, well spoken and well dressed if he does not charm his way through life then he is leaving behind a trail of blood. His aim is to document occult and ritual manners across the globe from very obscure places for his own personal record keeping. Archives forbidden and dark magics and myths. Best friend of Wilbur whom he gifted the name of "Erebus" to. The one person he could never bring himself to eliminate and is strangely fond of the younger man. The Price of Knowledge is invaluable. Knowledge must be sought no matter what the cost... No matter the blood shed.

People of Interest: Leftenant John Irving ~ Dr. Harry Goodsir ~ Thomas Blanky ~ Wilbur Flamel (OC is a character of dubious moral standing. Interactions accepted but engage at your own risk)

Atrocious. Abhorrent. Salacious. Felonious. Curious. Charming. "It would be crazy if I died! That would be a capital riot!"

Weakness: Ego. Thirst for knowledge. "Obviously it's a tragedy but boy oh boy is that a laugh riot!" Strengths: Knowledge. Incredibly patient. Nothing seems to phase him. Indominable in ways that are borderline horrific. Cold blooded in the face of any conflict. Unshakable and unfettered no matter the eldritch horror unfurling before him. Impassive to all danger. "You all will, in very likely chance, all perish. I do love that for you all. You deserve to die tragically and remind others why you should not have come."

"Friends murder each other all the time!" - "It doesn't take a killer to murder It only takes a reason to kill We've all got evidence of innocence, it's "everything's coincidence" The difference twixt fate and free will is whether you're singing" "You, could you take a look at me? (Man no more than animal is made of moral chemicals) Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad? (Any form mechanical, thank you, God) We're singing, ooh (from the hordes of cannibals) Whatever you think of me (to psych wards of hospitals) If you were in my shoes (it's a small world, after all) You'd see I wear the same size as you Oh, oh, right!" - (Laplace's Angel - Will Wood)

"Yes I may be evil and yes I may be deranged and yes I may be abhorrent and beyond all rational comprehension. And yes I might practise dark magic and yes I may be guilty of atrocities and yes there might be no turning back from the horrors I have unleashed on the world. What of it?" - "I drank the blood of angels from a bottle Just to see if I could call the lightning down It hasn't struck me yet, and I would wage my soul to bet That there ain't no one throwing lightning anyhow" - (Blood of Angels - Brown Bird)

"Oh, don't get your filthy blood all over my coat now. We can't have that." - "Such a pure devotion to your skin Who'll absolve you from your sin You flee communion paranoid Now your cup is the void" - (It Tore Your Heart Out - Dirt Poor Robins) "Do not acknowledge me as a human being. It disgusts me."

"I do not like how he makes me feel. He makes me... He makes me feel, Wilbur. He makes me feel; and I do. Not. Like. It." - " "Angel" he calls me Does he know that I'm falling From the precipice that I tripped off long ago "You're so pure," he says Does he knows I'm forsaken The original sinner But soon he'll know For if I'm going down I guess I'll take you with me." - (the fruits - Paris Paloma)

"Names are power, love. Why do you think they call me Nemesis?" - "Kiss me you animal I need to take you in real slow Cause dying on your lips is how I wanna go Connect with the sound you're making Connect with my body whoa Kiss me you animal and don't ever let me go Kiss me animal" - (Kiss me you Animal - Burn the Ballroom)

"Brought to my knees. Oh how the mighty falls. Ironic, isn't it? A mortal man and I have crumbled like Babel." - "Let my hands be your chapel Treat my screams like your Bible I'll deny you of salvation I'll be the reason you repent Kiss me like I'm a conviction Beg for divinity in my breath Regret my touch So much that you Curse your baptism" - (salvation - Christabelle Marbun)

If there was such a thing as “evil” in the universe, Heinrich Cornelius Reiss would be the flesh and blood of it. If there was such a thing as “evil” in the world of man, Heinrich Cornelius Reiss would be its judge, jury and executioner. If there were such things, of course. To Heinrich, no such thing exists. No such fallacy and fantasy such as “Evil” were anything more than the pitiful cries of those fallen prey to the turbulent cruelty of the universe. If there was a God, then either he hides in fear of Heinrich Cornelius Reiss or he would have tried to cut this man down before he was born. If there was a God, Heinrich would have killed him long, long ago. Not, of course, out of malice or any particular reason thrust upon him. He simply, as he would put it, would like to see what would happen.

Heinrich Cornelius Reiss, above anything else, is a man of hard work, education, and cruelty. One would think he released moral compasses long ago in his life. This is simply not true at all, and instead he navigates with a device within his body and mind that simply cannot be read in any rational human language. It is simply put, not convenient to allow such paltry things to obscure his efforts of achieving a great collection of obscure and rare knowledge as well as accompanying artefacts. It pays to own land. It also pays to own an impressive private library in Central London where he may secure such knowledge.

The man with the power is the man with the knowledge, after all. Sometimes that knowledge must come with a smattering of blood and matted hair clenched in a tight fist with screams that cannot be heard this far underground. Thankfully, his hard work often paid off and yielded handsome results. If only such results could be acquired in the frozen arctic North. Perhaps, yet, he may walk away with something of value, even if it is the first and only thing in the universe to cripple his resolve. Now, to what lengths he will go to swallow his pride and keep these frozen men alive alongside Wilbur... That remains to be seen.

OC Introduction of Nemesis - AKA Heinrich Cornelius Reiss

#CW: violence #CW: Blood #CW: moral ambiguity #OC: Heinrich Cornelius Reiss #OC: Nemesis #My writing #oc content #my ocs #terrorverse content #writing blog #Tag Edit: This dumb website keeps fucking up the text format of the words and it won't work with me so whatever

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Ok, your post about the Celtic burial with the adorably-repaired Greek lion cauldron came across my dash, and I just have to ask - is your URL on this blog an intentional Guy Kay reference? And if so, do you have good Guy Kay blogs recs? He’s my favorite author of all time and I feel like he’s desperately underrepresented on my dash.

Yes, it absolutely is! And the short answer is, alas, I do not know any good GGK blogs.

Beyond this Dark House is my favourite poem, found when I was living in Calgary, breaking my heart. There was a boy I'd once driven from Edmonton to Saskatoon in four hours flat just to see who didn't love me enough, or in the way I wanted, and also I wasn't ready to be loved, which was its own kind of tragedy.

So it caught me with its prairie soul, the knowledge of the richness of life and also that things die out here and take a long long time to fade, all

The shortest night wheels past this window, stars dropping behind the trees.

Somewhere there are bonfires for St John, somewhere fires for the summer king.

It's so late. For this, for everything, for being still awake beside a window

And then the lines I took for my blog:

Beyond this dark house a train is running away into the night plain. We've all had dreams break fantasies we shaped.

I dragged the boy I was in love with and a few other friends to GGK's book tour pit stop in Calgary, where I was savagely disappointed by how badly he read a sample of Ysabel. Displayed no talent for vocal performance at all. Read almost as if he didn't know how the sentences would end, in a bad way. But you know what, we're human. Everyone's allowed to have flaws.

So the answer about GGK blogs is... I don't seek them out, and don't particularly want to be fannish about them on Tumblr. Some books are like that; some I want to shout about like I've been doing about Tamsyn Muir's Nona the Ninth on @with-my-murder-flute for the last two weeks, and some I just want to take back to my secret cave and devour them where other people can't see.

I love The Fionavar Tapestry with my entire soul, but not my entire brain, and that's uncomfortable. It's a discomfort I'm especially not up to addressing on Tumblr, because like... I don't love how tied he is to a paradigm of queerness being weighed down by heteronormativity, so that queerness is salacious and risqué or just societally sidelined and we don't address the pain that causes because everyone just takes that for granted. But I also think in some senses it's a more accurate reflection of the past than modern queer-positive fantasy, and it's important and useful to keep around reminders of what the world before gay liberation was like. I will candidly admit that I don't actually want to praise him unconditionally and hold him up as an author I would recommend to everybody. He's problematic, you know? I think a lot of his books are him trying to approach a concept, and only capturing it in wisps, and that's especially true when he tries to write about sex and gender relations.

But, the thought of sitting through Tumblr discourse about how he's homophobic and bad gay representation/not homophobic at all and very important and validating actually? Gag me with a spoon. I hate doing that about media I'm enthused with but have no personal stake in, so doing it with something I love so intimately, with pieces of my soul poured into the honeycomb of its matrix, would be torture. When I was fourteen, The Summer Tree convinced me that I'd have a life outside the depression that was crushing me like a stone. It showed me how to imagine a future for myself. I really don't want that tangled up in Tumblr wrangles.

Oh, I do have a fic rec: the late legionseagle wrote The Road Goes Ever On and On, a non-Ysabel-compliant story about a Toronto cop who can't get past the old cold missing persons case of Jennifer Lowell.

And several times a winter, especially when the icicles start to melt, I look up and chant to myself,

Too much of Greece can sear the soul. I am a northern man. Where I come from the sky is wide and far away and March is mired in snow.

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