#and also there's really not a lot of fictional witches that match the vision i have of her

[agnerd-bot]

Fate Fanservant: Moll Dyer, The Witch of the Frozen Rock(Avenger)

Ascension Stages:

First Stage: A mess of silver hair covers her head, and pouches full of strange medicines are seen attached to a worn-out white dress by belts. She stares ahead with an annoyed gaze as she leans against an old-fashioned walking cane as dark as pitch.

Second Stage: Atop her head is an old-fashioned witch’s hat, pure white and ragged. Her walking cane has been replaced with a traditional wizard’s staff, and her clothing is much more elegant and refined, akin to a noblewoman’s.

Final Stage: Her left arm has been replaced with a prosthetic made of solid ice, as has her right leg. Patches of ice cover her clothes and face, even blocking out one of her eyes. Points of sharpened ice jut out from her clothes, and the shadow of a white hound can be seen looming behind her.

Traits:

Class: Avenger Alternate Class: Caster, Alter Ego

True Name: Moll Dyer

Source: American History Region: America Alignment: Neutral Evil Attribute: Man

Known as: The Witch of the Stone, The Frozen Witch, The Witch of the White Hound

Voice Actress: Saori Hayami

Deck: QAABB

Parameters:

Strength: D Endurance: B- Agility: B Mana: EX Luck: D NP: A++

Theme:

Donovan - Season of the Witch (Official Audio) 

Aviators - Scarlet Vow (Halloween Song | NEW EP!) 

Passive Skills:

Avenger C:

It is said that long after Moll Dyer's physical body died and was lost to time, her spirit still lived on as a curse upon those who dared make their way to what remains of her home. The land itself is barren, and lightning strikes the area an abnormal amount of times.

(FGO Effect): -Increases own NP generation rate when taking attack by 16%. -500% Chance to reduce party's debuff resistance by 6% except self. (Including sub members) [Demerit]

Self-Replenishment (Magic) EX:

Her heart has been lost, torn out and crushed by the actions of the small town she had lived in. In its place is only bitterness and hatred, and a grudge that will never truly be satisfied no matter what. Humanity's own paranoia and cowardice, scorned her, destroyed her, and ultimately killed her. For this, the only retribution will be to do to them in kind.

The harshness of winter will engulf everything, man, woman, child. Nothing will be left from the aftermath of her righteous fury.

(FGO Effect): -Charges own NP gauge by 4.2% every turn.

Oblivion Correction C:

She will never forget that night, when she was chased from her own home. When the men shouted accusations of witchcraft at her, and pulled at her hair and clothes to try and have her hanged. When she had to flee from the wreckage of her own burning house for a crime she had never even committed. When she died alone and unloved in the cold winter, cursing humanity's horrible cruelty.

(FGO Effect): -Increases own critical damage by 6%.

Shaper of Lands EX:

A variation on the Territory Creation skill, this power allows the wielder to morph the very world around them however they please. Empowered by the Irish goddess of the land and weather and blessed by the grace of God, the very ground Moll walks on is turned into a barren wasteland of snow and ice, akin to a grand temple where she reigns as the sole goddess and ruler. With the power of the goddess that shaped the land itself, Dyer can fell mountains into valleys, raise canyons into peaks that scrape the sky, and shape the world around her as she sees fit.

In essence, she has no need to make a territory for herself, as Moll Dyer's territory is wherever she makes herself known.

(FGO Effect): -Increases own Arts performance by 12%. -Increases damage by 250. -Increases own debuff resist by 25%.

Active Skills:

Merciless Winter A:

Having been blessed by the goddess Cailleach in order to pursue her vengeance against the wickedness of humanity, Moll Dyer's power manifests as an incredible power over both snow and storm alike, allowing her to bring down divine wrath on her enemies with a terrible vengeance, freezing over anyone and everyone much like how Moll herself ended up frozen in the harsh winters of Massachusetts.

Alongside Cailleach's power, Moll can cast down terrible curses on her enemies, typically manifesting as the four tragedies most associated with her. The plague that drove the town up into a frenzy looking for someone to blame. The fires that engulfed her home and forced her to flee for her life. The uncaring coldness of winter where she froze to death. And the terrible curse that manifested as her undying grudge against humanity and its cruelty. 

(FGO Effect:) -Apply buff to self (3 turns): --Decrease ATK for all enemies each turn (1 turn). --Decrease Defense for all enemies each turn (1 turn). -Inflicts Evil Curse status for 3 turns to all enemies. -Chance to Stun all enemies

Innocent Monster (Witch) EX:

The skill given to those whose lives were distorted and broken by mankind, warping their Saint Graph as a result. In the case of Moll Dyer, even though she worked as a healer of the ill and injured, the townsfolk saw her as a witch for her solitary life and status as an immigrant. Soon enough, rumors about her ignited like wildfire, whipping her home of Leonardtown into a fervor once a plague struck them. Believing that they had been cursed by Dyer, the townsfolk set her house ablaze, and forcing her to flee into the forest, lest she be put to death.

Moll Dyer's body was found a few days later by a young boy, frozen solid with an arm raised up into the sky in a silent prayer to god. Yet another victim of the hysteria of humanity.

(FGO Effect:) -Gains critical stars every turn for three turns. -Increases damage against debuffed enemies for three turns. -Inflict Spreading Fire status to self for five turns[Demerit]. -Greatly increase NP Gauge if burned(1 time, five turns).

Aloof Mercy B+:

Despite the fact that she claims to have abandoned any and all humanity she had left, Moll Dyer is still a competent witch with knowledge of many herbal remedies with the ability to cure sickness. While she is nowhere near as talented as Servants such as Asclepius or Nightingale, one can still find Dyer working on her own medicines. If one asks her, however, she will deny it to her very grave.

Perhaps she still has a little faith in humanity left after all.

(FGO Effect:) -Recovers party's HP every turn for five turns. -Removes party's debuffs. -Increase party’s resistance to critical hits for five turns.

Noble Phantasms:

Noble Phantasm: Séadchomhartha an Bhróin - The Moll Dyer Rock

Rank: A++ Maximum Targets: 5000 Range: 400km Classification: Anti-Army

The symbol of Moll Dyer's tragic and untimely demise, the Moll Dyer Stone is a minor artifact associated with curses and superstition that can still be found at Leonardtown, Maryland where she died. It is said that Dyer was found, hands and knees on the stone, frozen to death in a silent prayer to God to destroy the people that had run her out of town and killed her. Many of the townspeople's descendants have attributed personal tragedies to the curse of the stone, and those who have touched the stone have stated to have fallen ill, felt a deathly cold, or even fainted outright in its presence.

As a Servant, the Moll Dyer Rock has changed to something completely different. Thanks to the powers of the goddess Callieach, the stone has transformed into a massive menhir that towers over the land, a symbol of her own hatred of mankind. When Moll is in her menhir's range, her magical powers become amplified even further, and in turn all enemies within its range become afflicted by heavy curses. Simply destroying the menhir isn't enough to stop it entirely, either, as thanks to her powers over the land, Dyer can merely recreate another one in a matter of minutes.

(FGO Effect:) -Remove all buffs from all enemies(Applies first) -Increases damage against debuffed enemies for three turns(Applies first) -Deal heavy damage against all enemies -Decrease debuff resistance for all enemies for three turns -Inflicts Evil Curse status for 3 turns to all enemies

Noble Phantasm: Cú Bán Seilge - Visage of My One Friend

Rank: C+ Maximum Targets: 1 Range: — Classification: Anti-Unit(Self)

As a means of remembering the one creature who ever showed her true kindness, Moll Dyer can take the shape of a fearsome white wolfhound that can disappear and reappear like a phantom, passing through walls to shred at the victims behind them or phasing through attacks to avoid potentially fatal wounds. In essence, Moll Dyer becomes a ghost sent by God to destroy the evil and sinful of the world, taking the visage of the one being who protected her from the evils of man.

If the need arises, Dyer can also assume a form that is between human and hound, becoming a towering werewolf that retains both the hound's ghostly powers and fierce fangs and the witch's terrible magics and commandment over both earth and frost, becoming akin to a devil that torments the wicked.

Voice Lines:

Summoned: Avenger, Moll Dyer. I am an instrument of God’s will, carrying out vengeance in His name. If humanity’s heart chooses to harden in the face of kindness, then let the chill of death allow their bodies to match their spirit.

Level Up 1: Do you seek to find mercy from me if you can give me trinkets, child? Hmph. How foolish. My wrath is not so easily bought. 

Level Up 2: It appears my old bones are stronger than even I anticipated...

1st Ascension: Hmmm... How interesting, I never wore these clothes back when I was alive, and yet... I see. Is this what the youth today call 'high fashion'? I quite like it, I must admit. It suits me nicely.

2nd Ascension: Well, it seems that my age has yet to catch up with me. I'm surprised how well we're doing as a pair, child.

3rd Ascension: This is the truth of who I am, child. The phantom witch of the white forest. I was robbed of my life by the evils of humanity, and so too will I take the lives of others as recompense through the grace of God. There is no time for screaming. There is no need for despair. All that needs to be done... is silence this world. Then, and only then, will I be at peace.

4th Ascension: You're still here at my side? I must say, it's nice to have the company. Hmph. To think, humanity could ever produce a selfless soul such as yourself... Truly, I have been blessed by God to have someone such as yourself at my side, child. When mankind is consumed by frost... When humanity is buried beneath the earth... I will be sure to keep your grave intact.

Fight Start 1: God has blessed me, child. Let us see if you are half as fortunate...

Fight Start 2: Don't bother trying to fight against the winter, child. You will merely die tired.

Fight Start 3: Look upon the Shaper of Lands, and weep.

Skill 1: You're fifty years too young to even think of facing me, child.

Skill 2: Behold the despair of an eternal snowfall, and despair.

Skill 3: Let God decide your fate.

Command Card Select 1: I want to watch you die slowly.

Command Card Select 2: I will bury you alive...

Command Card Select 3: You will not live to see the sunrise.

Noble Phantasm Select 1: All that lives... Will be consumed in my vengeance.

Noble Phantasm Select 2: You will know the harshness of winter...

Noble Phantasm Select 3: Your death awaits!

Attack 1: Do you understand the terror of winter?

Attack 2: The cold bites at your flesh.

Attack 3: The wind tears at your eyes.

Attack 4: The fear rips out your heart.

Attack 5: There is no escape for you.

Attack 6: This land... Will become your grave.

Extra Attack 1: CÚ BÁN SEILGE!

Extra Attack 2: I will tear out your heart... And feast on your bones!

Noble Phantasm 1:

Humanity's own wickedness and evil put me to death and deemed it to be justice...

Allow me to return the favor.

Behold, the judgment of all mankind.

Séadchomhartha an Bhróin.

Noble Phantasm 2:

This land shall die by plague and frost.

Such is the will of God.

Séadchomhartha an Bhróin.

Noble Phantasm 3:

Ahahahahahahaha…

Run, scream, cry out all you like.

God will not show mercy to you sinners.

I will not show mercy to you sinners.

Such is the harshness of winter.

Damage from Noble Phantasm: Khhhhh…!

Regular Damage: Damn you…!

Defeated 1: God… please, give me strength…

Defeated 2: No… I don’t want to go back!

Victory 1: I think I like you better this way… Silent.

Victory 2: Let the snow bury any trace of your existence.

Bond Level 1: I see no point in us conversing, child. Stop wasting your time and mine, lest I turn you to an ice sculpture and shatter you where you stand.

Bond Level 2: What do you want from me, child? Surely you have better things to do with your time than bother me. Go on, leave.

Bond Level 3: I left Ireland in hopes of finding freedom from persecution. And I died alone in the cold like a common animal because of humanity’s cruelty. Tell me... Is that the mankind you wish to defend?

Bond Level 4: All I did was heal the sick and tend to the dying... And all I asked for was to be left alone. All I wanted... All I ever needed was to be left alone... Why... Why wouldn't they just leave me alone...?!

Bond Level 5: Damn you... God damn you to hell... You're persistent in just following me to the ends of the earth, aren't you? Fine, do what you will, I won't bother stopping you anymore. But if you insist on following me on this path, I will not allow you to leave it. Is that understood, child?

Dialogue 1: Tch. Stand up straight, child. Don't slouch everywhere, you're going to give yourself a bad back. Trust me, I speak from experience...

Dialogue 2: You summoned me to serve you. I will fight on your orders. No more, no less. Do I make it clear?

Dialogue 3: If it's not one stray dog following me around everywhere, it's another, I swear...

Dialogue 4: Let us be off. I don't know if we should kill the sinners, or gather materials for my work, but either way, it is far too cramped in this room.

Dialogue 5 (If you have D.P. Upham): That brash young gentleman… What a fool. Written out of his own country’s history, and yet he still chooses to fight for it as a Servant…

Dialogue 6 (If you have Clara Barton): Don’t give me that nervous look, young lady. Stand up straight and pick your jaw off the floor. You’re a doctor, so act like it.

Dialogue 7 (If you have Pecos Bill): Oh joy, it appears that drunken oaf is here as well... I don't know what's worse, the stench of alcohol, or her blind arrogance.

Dialogue 8 (If you have Yehûdâh Ish-Kerayot): The Frozen Hell of Cocytus... The Ninth and Final Ring of Hell itself... How interesting... I wonder whose ice proves colder, Judas Iscariot? Yours or mine?

Dialogue 9 (If you have Simo Häyhä): The sniper that stained red the ice and snow. Hmmm... Best be careful, old man. You never know when your own cover may betray you.

Dialogue 10 (If you have Hessian Lobo): Ohh… That’s a good boy! Yes… People have been kind and wicked to you as well, haven’t they, my king? Hmmm… We’re three of a kind, aren’t we?

Dialogue 11 (If you have Abigail Williams): A young girl, so pure, so fair... Tell me, Miss Williams... However does it feel to have the weight of dozens of bodies hanging around your neck? Must not be pleasant, I assume... But it is something you have to live with now. Until the end of time itself.

Dialogue 12 (If you have Anastasia): Russia's little princess... A beautiful gem stained by the blood of mankind's wickedness. If I had a granddaughter I think I'd like to have one like her.

Dialogue 13 (If you have Scáthach-Skaði): 'Goddess of Ice and Snow', hm? How quaint. Your power as King may be impressive, but can it stand against the Goddess that shaped the world itself?

Dialogue 14 (If you have Barghest): You there, the tall blonde one. Come here. Lie down, I can’t reach the top of your head. Ahhh… that’s much better. It’s not quite like it was back in the day, but it’s nice all the same.

Likes: Dogs are much better companions than people. They’re always loyal, they don’t make meaningless conversation, and they’re quite cute… Yes, the world would be much better if we had more dogs instead of people…

Dislikes: Superstition, fearmongering, moral panics… These are all things manufactured by humanity. These are the reasons why humanity should go extinct.

About the Holy Grail: God has already granted my wish… He has given me the strength to take my vengeance with my own two hands. Whatever more could I need?

During an Event: Hand me my staff, child. I would like to go for a walk today. 

Birthday: It’s your birthday, hm? Whatever does that have to do with me, child. Go, leave me be.

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"I can't stay here... Not anymore. Not with the stench of death and aura of rot hanging in the air. I don't think I can even look at their rooms anymore. Everything just feels so... wrong without them. It seems my neighbors agree... Everywhere I go, I get looks of fear and superstition."

"Perhaps a change of scenery would be good for me... I hear that the New World is in fashion these days... Perhaps I can find a boat that can take me there. Yes... anywhere but here would be nice. Who knows? Perhaps my fortune will take a turn."

Bond Level 1:

Height/Weight: 177 cm • 71 kg Source: American Myth/Historical Fact Region: America Alignment: Neutral • Evil Gender: Female

Alongside Tituba, Moll Dyer is one of the most famed victims of the colonial hysteria around witches. A former Irish noblewoman, it is said that Dyer left her home country of Ireland for one of multiple possible reasons. Her husband and sons had tragically died. Her family had fallen on hard times and she sought her own fortune. She hoped to find a land free of religious persecution. She had been run out of her own town after being accused of murder.

Whatever her reasoning for leaving, the truth of the matter was that Moll Dyer wanted to escape the demons of her own past, and find a place that would care for her and give her the happiness she was denied.

Bond Level 2:

Despite Moll Dyer's hopes for her future in the New World, she was destined to be made an outcast once again. Her faith, her tendency towards isolation, her mysterious past, and her talent for healing others all combined to make the townsfolk fear and revile her. Even when she worked her hardest to provide medicines and healing for the people in her small town, the people around her treated her with suspicion and vitriol, claiming she was a witch who brought down curses and misfortunes on people, even when she treated their illnesses.

As a consequence, Moll Dyer was banished to the outskirts of town, with no companions, save for a white dog that seemed to follow her wherever she went. No one knows where the hound came from, but it stayed at her side nonetheless. Together the two walked the streets of Seytontown, content to keep the other's company, even as death, disease, famine, and all sorts of misfortunes were laid at their feet. Not a lick of it mattered so long as they had each other around.

Bond Level 3:

The men came in the dead of night, screaming for her head. A plague, the influenza possibly, came through and infected dozens of people, causing many to die in the harshness of winter. For the townsfolk, this was the last straw. Surely, this had to be that witch's doing. The only way they could hope to save their own souls is to put her to death. So they came in, torches and pitchforks, ready to burn her alive.

The door caved in with a wicked crack, startling both the immigrant woman and her loyal companion awake. They grabbed at her, pulling at her hair and spitting in her face as they jeered wickedly.

"Witch!" they cried out. "You've cursed us all! You are little more than the Devil's own whore!"

A blur of white, a flash of fangs, and the accuser found his arm torn open by a hound's vicious fangs, dropping a torch to the ground and setting the frosted cabin alight.

"Damned cur! Back to Hell with you, monster!"

The ghostly hound was slain mere moments after by another hunter. But his sacrifice was able to buy his friend mere moments. She ran, desperate to escape the terrible mob, disappearing into the ice and snow, never to be seen by her pursuers again.

Bond Level 4:

"Cold... cold... I'm so cold... I can't even see in front of my face. I can't even feel my fingers and toes. All I can do is run for my life."

"They burned down my home... They grabbed me and shoved me to the ground... They killed my only friend. And now they've run me out of town to die alone here..."

"God, please... If you're listening to me... I only want to ask you one thing."

"Don't let them get away with this."

Bond Level 5:

Arms raised in a silent prayer to God, the so-called witch is almost quietly serene, like a beautiful glass sculpture. A faint smile is seen on her face as she looks up to the heavens. A quiet prayer is said in the hopes that someone would grant her salvation from her pain and suffering.

They didn’t find her body for days. It was only by chance that a shepherd’s son found her frozen corpse, raised in a silent prayer to God, stuck to a stone. Without ceremony, they pried off her body from the stone and buried her in an unmarked grave.

In the days after her passing, many of the mob who had invaded her home claimed to be afflicted by terrible curses. Disease, loss, and misfortune all followed them to their graves. A curse, or an act of God, it’s unsure to say. All that is known is that Moll Dyer died as she lived: an outcast.

Extra (Clear Lostbelt 4.6 “Great Rebellion”):

In life, Moll Dyer was nothing more than a fantastical legend; a footnote in the history of mankind, and one of many victims of a cruel and unjust system. She was nothing more than one of countless people who prayed to God for salvation, but went unanswered as she died alone and unloved, and left nothing behind but burning emotions of hate and fear. There aren't even true records proving her existence. All that Moll Dyer left behind were phantoms, and all that Moll Dyer was was a phantom.

Her Avenger incarnation from the American Singularity, however, is a different story. There, her prayers were answered by not one, but two gods. Granted the ability to shape the world as she saw fit and to manipulate the very elements themselves, Moll Dyer sought to achieve the justice that was taken from her and so many others like her, even if it meant that she was to become the very witch they accused her of being. It didn't matter how many lives were lost, what devastation was wreaked, or who begged her to stop.

No one would ever take anything from her. Never again.

#fate #fate fanservant #fanservant #fate oc #moll dyer #behold the second of my three avenger fanservants #apologies if any of the translations suck #i tried my best to make sure that they made sense #but all i had at my disposal was wikipedia google translate and deepl #regardless #moll dyer was a really fun servant to put together #i love witches in fiction so having the chance to try and make a fanservant based on one is pretty fun #especially since we don't have a lot of witches from colonial times in fate #not even tituba who is arguably the most famous victim of the salem witch trials #while moll dyer has a fairly minor place in history #what little is known about her is pretty interesting to me #especially with the story of her famous curse #i don't have a visual reference for her because i haven't had a commission done yet #and also there's really not a lot of fictional witches that match the vision i have of her #either way enjoy this werewolf ghost witch grandma

[obsoleteozymandias]

Hi! I saw that your requests were open. So, if/when you get the chance, I'd like to have a match for Twisted Wonderland! This is long, I'm sorry in advance.

I use he/it/xe, I'm vaguely masculine and I call myself transmasc but not sure what my identity is as a whole for my gender. I'm also questioning my sexuality, so anything goes honestly. I'm fine with mostly any characters, but maybe not the first years other than Epel and Ace? I dunno, I don't like the majority of them for some reason. Anyone else is fair game, even the other college(s). Not too picky with it.

I'm 5'10 and chubby, fluffy and short hair, I wear glasses and a knee brace most of the time. My vision is really bad without my glasses. I also have somewhat mediocre hearing, but it's not enough to warrant hearing aids. I'm severely anemic, and I have chronic fatigue. And mental issues, I'll get into those later.

I'm a huge fan of fiction novels. And I essentially have two ends to that spectrum when it comes to my preferences; queer romance novels, and splatterpunk horror novels.

As for other hobbies than reading, I'm pagan. I know it's not technically a hobby, but I do want to mention it. I'm what some would like to consider an "eclectic witch," though I don't focus on those labels. I work with Lilith and Hades(which, given Hades is one of the Seven, may cause some confusion.) I'm also an artist, I like coloring with markers or doing paintings if I have the time. But markers are my primary medium at this time. DND is one last thing I'd like to mention, I'm the VP of the DND club we have at my school.

Other general interests, I'm gonna try and make this short. I like crystals a lot. Also some video games(pokemon is a special interest of mine, for example,) and animes(Black Butler is so far my favorite anime other than pokemon. Pokemon is my favorite as a whole, though.)

For me as a person, I'm pretty quiet. I don't have a lot of friends, but that's not something entirely my fault, because I've grown up with the same people my entire life and not many of them like me because I'm autistic. I'm small town and all that. Not even a stoplight in town levels of small. I've known one or two since preschool, and 20 other kids since kindergarten. My favorite core subject is English, and my favorite elective is Drama or Art. I usually keep to myself unless I'm around the few people that are actually my friends. Which is the DND club, and 3 other kids who are lowerclassmen by a grade or two. When I am around my friends, I do manage to be more extroverted, but it's only around them, and usually because we're doing stupid crap in DND. More of a follower than a leader, would rather be reading than being around people, and while I can't usually concentrate on classes due to my classmates, I still get high marks usually.

I do have PTSD, autism, AVPD, and BPD. I don't necessarily let them control me, but they do give me some personality traits. For example, I'm extremely hyper-vigilant. I can't relax very often. Even the smallest thing can set me off, but not in a temper way. I'm a perfectionist but only for myself. I hate socializing, and I only go to things like dances because my 6-8th grade years were hell due to the pandemic and other personal factors. Also, major parental issues. Not gonna elaborate on that one.

I'm also strangely good with kids. But not just any kind of kids, for some reason. I'm good with toddlers specifically. I can't handle anyone whose over 5 years old, unless they're over 13. So 6-12 years old and I can't handle them.

I do a bunch of volunteer work when I have the chance. For example, despite religious issues I have I do help out at an AWANA group at my area, working with the youngest group of kids there. I also do some work at the hospice thrift store in town.

That was a lot, but it might help you in the long run? I'm not sure if I added too much, but it's too late now. If you do end up doing my request, I appreciate it a lot! But if not, that's okay, I understand. Bye : )

I have mixed feelings about splatterpunk but I have been known to dabble

== Twisted Wonderland ==>

I match you up with…

Kalim Al-Asim 

Kalim is the kinda guy who is genuinely accepting of everyone and everything. He sees the intelligence and creativity in you and is instantly at your side, talking up a storm, asking you about your day, etc.  

He’s drawn to your mystique, most of all. He wants to know and understand everything about you, though he’ll certainly respect boundaries (he’s learning how). 

I headcanon that Kalim is also a crystal enjoyer - especially ones that distort or change his view of the world. He’ll be bouncing off the walls when the two fo you go crystal shopping, asking you all the names and picking out ones which match your eyes and your skin and - he’ll just take all of them!

He’ll then make you glasses and jewlery with the gems embedded in them. 

Kalim will encourage your creativity, whether through writing or art. He wants to watch you work too, and he’ll fawn over every little brush stroke, so proud to be your S/O! 

Bad days happen to the worst of us, and so whenever you’re feeling down, Kalim is quick to find a way to make it better. You’ll have to tell him directly how to help you - whether that’s letting you be or offering advice, but whatever it is, he’ll put 100% effort and love into it. 

And when he’s down, nothing cheers him up like some quality time with you, cuddling or holding hands (he’s a tactile person). 

You two are very much the sun x moon dynamic <3. 

#twst #oz’s requests #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #matchups #twst matchup #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader

[kinnoth]

AVENGERS INFINITY WAR MEGATHREAD

-really doubt i'm gonna be able to finish this movie so we'll just see where i get to

- we already know how i feel about loki and thor, we don't need to revisit this

- ok but if i were going to revisit this, i mean come on, who wants to talk about "hela draws her power from asgard, same as you" cos i wanna talk about that

like what if that's the reason thor, god of thunder, king to a civilisation of warriors, was unable to fend off like, 4 dudes and a big purple dinosaur? the royal family of asgard draws its power from asgard, and without it, they are weak, they are mortal. maybe that's why heimdall is unable to just, you know, bifrost everybody off the fucking ship the minute it comes under attack. maybe that's why loki can't fucking conjure up a swarm of fucking microscopic knives to fillet the invaders from the inside out. MAYBE THAT'S WHY LOKI TRIES TO KILL THANOS WITH A FUCKING DAGGER. BECAUSE TAKE AWAY HIS POWER, TAKE AWAY HIS GODHOOD, WHAT DOES HE HAVE LEFT OTHER THAN HIS WILE, HIS TRICKS AND HIS BROTHER

WHAT IF IN SAVING THE UNIVERSE AND DESTROYING ASGARD, THEY'VE LOST EVERYTHING INCLUDING WHAT MAKES THEM GODS

somebody talk about this

- etc etc what if the reason loki is unable to attack the purple dinosaur with magic is because when he tackled thor earlier, he used whatever magic he had left to spare in order to heal him

checks out cos thor goes from flat on his face to swinging his fists in the space of like 30 seconds and the only thing to happen to him in between is said bit about loki tackling him

- why does heimdall save hulk? i mean, i could understand it if he were trying to aim the bifrost at thor and somebody somehow knocked off his aim and he accidentally saves hulk, but like, we've established that heimdall's loyalty is to the royal seat of asgard upon whom sits thor's mighty ass. thor who, in this scene, has just been incapacitated by a metal eggshell(?) and is at the mercy of their assailants. given heimdall's priorities, it is baffling to the point of inconceivability that he would preferentially save fucking HULK over his own king.

- if this next scene isn't the guardians of the galaxy coming across thor clutching loki's dead fucking body floating through space then i don't know why any of us are even here

- "he sent loki! the attack on new york was thanos!" makes no sense? like, if loki's scepter had the mind stone in it, which we established it did in the last movie when we broke it open to retrieve vision, then.....why didn't thanos just....take the mind stone in the first place? cos rock collecting is and has always been his goal?

what, do you think that just because you assert a thing makes us forget all the shit that happened before?

- i.....am actually with tony stark. why don't they just destroy the stones they have so that thanos can't get to them? oh, you made a promise? well promises change and circumstances change! you tell him tony! you tell that stupid fucker --

oh my god i'm gonna be ill

- i think the only person whose ego can match tony stark's is probably a neurosurgeon so 👍 i guess

-i love how we immediately went back to the "so dark can't see shit" aesthetic after ragnorak because ensuring that one's audience can SEE what is HAPPENING IN YOUR MOVIE is apparently for radical directors like taika waititi

- cannot believe that tony stark staring at captain america's phone number is being played with the same emotional intensity as thor losing his soulmate entire people

- honestly how many times is the mcu gonna invoke 9/11 imagery til someone calls them out for being terrorists

- lmao i know i said this before but peter's spidey senses tingling AFTER the giant alien anus has already started sucking up new york and it is right outside his window is fucking hilarious. that's just called using your eyeballs peter

- "friday notify first responders about the giant alien anus sucking up new york" lol like the first thing somebody did when the alien anus showed up wasn't to fucking call 911 GREAT IDEA TONY

- still can't believe that they let failed neurosurgeon dr strange do more magic than god of tricks and sorcery loki lol

- i know i rag on dr strange a lot about the fact that he's a neurosurgeon it's just that he sucks.

as a neurosurgeon eyy.

- i hate that peter parker has to be here!!!!! leave him alone!!!!!

- tony stark should not be allowed within 100 feet of children or minorities

- it is very weird to me that steve "brooklyn" rogers has an area code from georgia

- since when was hela a half-sister? ODIN'S DAUGHTER AND THOR'S BLOODED SIBLINGS OR BUST YOU FUCKING COWARDS

- i am very disappointed that thor is going to go get another weapon after we spent the whole last movie talking about how he is not the god of hammers

- i just need thor to have much more PTSD than he has right now. fucking hulk has ptsd. maybe they're saving the ptsd for later. one can only hope.

- i am glad that they are letting him be cleverer though

- THEY ARE LETTING VISION DATE A TEENAGER WHY

GOD. FUCKING GROSS.

- wait when did vision turn into a white man again? did i miss that movie?

- i am disappointed that vision the computer techno robot apparently has a penis. like what a stupid limitation to give your computer techno robot, gender. 🙄

- i think that the mass destruction of infrastructure and architecture in the MCU is because of the pg13 no blood limitation that disney has set? like there's no way to show destruction to the body, so one may only show the exponential destruction to one's surroundings. like imagine how much more dramatic intensity you could wring out of a regular fight scene would be if people were allowed to bleed?

- cannot believe that a computer techno robot and a witch are having a punch up with the bad guys. of all people to fight with something not their fists, it's these two

- wanda has no enhanced strength or durability? she's a regular teenager who's a bit witchy. the first time she got thrown through a glass door should have shattered her vertebrae. again i don't understand why we insist that everybody must have the same powers and capabilities when it's clear they don't. think about how much more interesting it would be if some avengers were more fragile than others and had to be given accommodations as such

- IT IS INCONCEIVABLE TO ME THAT FUCKING BLACK WIDOW (regular human), CAPTAIN AMERICA (enhanced human), AND FALCON (regular human with wings) CAN DEFEAT THE CHILDREN OF THANOS WHEN THOR COULDN'T UNLESS THOR (god of fucking thunder carved of steel and stone) WAS NERFED

- still don't understand how we'll lend aliens afro features but not afro hair, like, seriously? you're gonna dream up green aliens with gills who look like black people but imagining them with black hair is a step too far?

- the gap of commentary in this liveblog is simply because i do not care at all for the galaxy defenders

- "earth just lost her best defender" who? who does captain america consider earth's best defender? it's not thor; he doesn't know thor's presumed dead. it's not tony; he doesn't know tony's on an alien anus. who else has died so far?

- love how exhausted bucky looks. have always loved how exhausted bucky looks. love bucky.

- i forgot that tony was with peter parker. god i hate that.

- "i'm peter btw"

"dr strange"

"oh you're using the made up names then. i'm spider man"

ok that was cute, but peter's cute, we knew that already

- i want to fling both strange and stark into space and i'm having a hard time deciding which one to push first

- "you went to bed hungry, scraping for scraps" oohhhh thanos is just anti-poor people, he would literally rather poor people be dead than struggle, i get it nowww

this is on brand for mcu

- oh my god thanos gets 2/6 stones by torturing siblings in front of other siblings, seriously? you couldn't come up with 6 different ways to find his stupid rocks you had to reuse one twice?

- which one of thor's friends was stabbed through the heart....? fandral??

- "if i don't get my vengeance what more could i lose" more like what else is there eh? what else is there for a king of no people but their vengeance?

- CANNOT BELIEVE THEY GAVE HIM BACK AN EYEBALL JESUS CHRIST IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE THOR RAGNORAK JUST SAY SO YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO FUCKING

VEHICLE FOR AUTHORITARIANISM, NOTHING IS ALLOWED TO CHANGE, FUCK YOUR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT I GOT MINE

FUCK

- i do enjoy that thor is now science fiction rather than fantasy, i don't think anybody knew what to do with fantasy cos fantasy is again, ultimately about conservatism and the status quo. so i do like that we're embracing the new and boundless for whatever that's worth.

- marvel is a cesspool of toxic masculinity. at no point are characters allowed to actually feel anything because weakness is uncool i guess and therefore unmanful. like thor lost ALL OF HIS PEOPLE. fucking ALL of them. he watched his brother die in order to save him. he is not allowed a single fucking response of mourning. i don't care if he's pushing it back because revenge or whatever, this is the sort of grief that rules you, which will bring all your load bearing structures down to heel, and they let him do nothing; he does not even rage. perfect control. smooth witticisms. why. why aren't we allowed to see his sadness?

- yo i can't believe red skull is a scifi villain now lol space nazis for real

- OH MY GOD THEY WASHED BUCKY'S WIG AND IT LOOKS SO BAD

- michael b jordan was right btw wakanda is complicit in africa's exploitation

- i do LIKE black panther i guess in the way you technically like that cousin you met once when you were like 9 and never saw again?

i like how we have here in wakanda the sears tower (chicago), the batman building (nashville), and the gherkin (london)

- ok but like, presumably not a death cult super technologically advanced wakandans who are deffo made of human flesh and human blood still arm their people with spears

i mean unless wakanda is also a death cult

why is this chicks entire fucking face cgi'd she looks like a fucking cut scene video game character

- oh ok they have LASER spears, ok

so then why did they give bucky a fucking gun

- what is bucky supposed to be able to contribute here exactly, like fucking, again, he's spycraft isn't he? he's a one man, dead of night, operation go loud and then immediately silent kinda operation. why do they have him on the front lines of a fucking lock-step formation battle??

- "it will be the noblest ending in history" WHAT, FIRST COUNTRY TO EVER BE OVERUN BY ALIEN JACKALS??

- stormbreaker is just leviathan axe, somebody's said this already right

- omfg i'm so glad they're finally acknowledging that thor is OP as fuck and does not belong amongst the fucking squabbles of earth

-"titan was like most planets, too many mouths to feed not enough to go around, so i proposed a plan, dispassionate to rich and poor alike" JUST SAY YOU HATE POOR PEOPLE MCU. YOU CANNOT HAVE RICH AND POOR, YOU CANNOT HAVE DISPARITY, YOU CANNOT HAVE SOME WITH TOO MUCH AND OTHERS WITH NOT ENOUGH AND CALL IT EXTINCTION. THAT IS NOT A QUESTION OF OVERTAXED RESOURCES THAT IS A QUESTION OF RESOURCE FUCKING MANAGEMENT. IT IS AN ARTIFICIAL CRISIS IF THERE EXISTS ENOUGH TO GO AROUND BUT SOME PEOPLE ARE JUST HOARDING IT THAT'S WHEN YOU KILL THOSE PEOPLE AND TAKE THEIR SHARE. KILLING HALF THE PEOPLE IS THE KIND OF FUCKING SOLUTION TO INEQUALITY THAT RICH PEOPLE COME UP WITH

GOD. ITS LIKE NONE OF YOU EVER READ

-you've got the big fucking boss in an ambush AND YOU ATTACK HIM WITH A MAGIC SWORD STEVEN STRANGE?????

THIS FRANCHISE HAS NO IDEA HOW TO UTILISE MAGIC USERS FUCKING HELL

- when will somebody please utilise ironman like the one man artillery he fucking is WHY IS HE FIGHTING WITH HIS STUPID FISTS HE IS LITERALLY ONE CONTINUOUS CARPET BOMB JUST USE HIM THAT WAY

cut of his arm CUT OFF HIS ARM YOU BLOODLESS SPINELESS USELESS FUCKING CUNTS . this is a manufactured crisis, KIND OF LIKE THE ONES THANOS LIKES I GUESS LOL

- dr strange could have very easily prevented or stopped quill from punching thanos but he didn't cos i guess even the movie forgets steven strange exists sometimes

- i like that the shield around wakanda has the same weakness as a poorly constructed chicken coop -- you always build into the ground a couple feet to stop the diggers man, come on, what is this, your first energy shield?

- oh disgusting, a girl boss moment. whatever you're all fascists.

- nobody adores martial might like fascists do fucking change my mind

- " avengers: not one person in this fucking cast is able to stomach ANY AMOUNT of personal sacrifice" more like

- "why did you give away the time stone?" "we are in the endgame" THAT'S NOT AN ANSWER THAT'S A FUCKING MOVIE TEASER FUCK YOU

- why didn't strange just trap thanos in a timeloop again? we've already established that is a perfectly acceptable way to deal with planetary annihilation. IS IT POSSIBLY BECAUSE NOBODY ON THIS WRITING STAFF KNOWS HOW TO DEAL WITH MAGIC

- THOR OP BLIZZARD PLS NERF

-CAPTAIN MARVEL SERIOUSLY THAT'S WHO YOU'RE GONNA SEND YOUR LAST PAGE TO JESUS FUCKING DISGUSTING

#the asshole liveblogs #avengers infinity war #internal thor tag

[queer-cosette]

Coco Writes

OK, so I know I’m not always great about summarising my fics on here; I usually just post links. But here is a masterpost of all my fics!

Les Miserables

The Leader And The Cynic

Rated T

1/1 chapter; 1226 words

Summary:

A series of moments from the relationship of Enjolras and Grantaire. Because now my happiness depends on the happiness of fictional revolutionaries. Modern AU

Read on FF.net

Series - On Se Sent Comme Par Magie

The Destiny Of Cosette

Rated T

No Archive Warnings Apply

22/22 chapters; 88,475 words

Summary:

Cosette is an ordinary Parisian teenager - until one day, she stumbles across a powerful Faery being attacked by an ogre! And when she inadvertently uses magic to protect the Faery, Enjolras, she realises that she’s maybe not as normal as she thought. Enjolras invites her to attend Faery school in another dimension with him, where they become friends with three other faeries - Courfeyrac, Jehan and Éponine - and form Les Amis. But all is not well in the Magic Dimension -

What’s the deal with Grantaire, Marius, Bahorel and Combeferre - four cute wizards from another school?

What are Patron-Minette - a trio of witches - planning?

And who is Fantine, the mysterious Nymph who keeps appearing in Cosette’s dreams?

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The Shadow Phoenix

Rated T

No Archive Warnings Apply

26/26 chapters; 165,435 words

Summary:

Les Amis start their second year at Musain College for Faeries, and right off the bat, strange things begin happening in the Magic Dimension. Musichetta, a water Faery, arrives at the school begging for help to rescue her friends, the Piskies, and Patron-Minette have busted out of rehabilitation with the help of a strange skeletal knight - who matches Musichetta’s description of the Piskies’ kidnapper. With the help of Musichetta, Feuilly - a Wizard and new member of Les Amis -, and Professor Mabeuf, the wise new philosophy teacher, this year promises to be as exciting as the last!

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The Warlock Of The Flame

Rated T

Major Character Death

18/25 chapters; 122,516 words

Summary:

Cosette’s life is going great! With Lord Méchant defeated, her final year at Musain College for Faeries is going to be normal (for once); her relationship with Marius is going spectacularly (and it looks like there’s a proposal in the pipeline!); and there’s nothing to suggest that the Magical Dimension is in any danger. But then news of something horrible happening on Musichetta’s home planet reaches the ears of Les Amis - and according to Headmaster Myriel, there’s only one Warlock who could have caused it. As Cosette and her friends face off with the culprit, it becomes more and more apparent that his true nature and past are darker than any of them could have imagined...

Read on AO3

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Total Drama

Dear Diary

Rated M

Major Character Death, Reference To Eating Disorders and Attempted/Implied Sexual Assault

9/? chapters; 27,617 words

Summary:

"Dear Diary - My teen angst bullshit now has a body count."

Heather Chandler. Gwen Duke. Lindsay McNamara. Courtney Sawyer. Together they make up the most powerful clique at Westerburg High. Most people would die to get into it.

Courtney would kill to get out of it.

Enter Duncan Dean. He has a way with women, a way with words, and a very special way with a gun.

"It's God versus my boyfriend, and God's losing..."

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A Little Fall Of Rain

Rated T

Major Character Death

1/1 chapter; 663 words

Summary:

In the midst of the July Uprising, Gwen Thénardier takes a bullet for long time friend Duncan Pontmercy, despite his love for Courtney and his obliviousness towards her feelings for him. Gwen as Éponine, Duncan as Marius. Based off the scene in the musical. I don't own TDI or Les Mis. Warning: Character Death.

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Freak Out, Let It Go

Rated K+ (G for AO3 users)

1/1 chapter; 271 words

Summary:

Alternatively called ‘What Happens When I listen To Avril Lavigne For Three Hours Straight’. One-shot starring our favourite crazy redhead. Enjoy.

Read on FF.net

Bubblegum Bitch

Rated T

1/1 chapter; 539 words

Summary:

Heather is shiny and perfect on the outside, but on the inside she's a backstabbing user - a mess.

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I Wish

Rated T

Implied Character Death

1/1 chapter; 357 words

Summary:

When Courtney doesn't show up after TDWT's finale, Duncan does some serious thinking about the past.

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Miraculous Ladybug

mArinette

Rated T

No Archive Warnings Apply

7/8 chapters

Summary:

Marinette tells a lie. A pretty big lie. And soon one lie turns into another, and before she knows it, she's going out of her way to keep the lie going.

When Lila lies, it's sloppy. But Marinette's lie is all too believable.

At least no one else is getting hurt by her lie.

But Marinette's about to find out how hard it is to be known as the school slut.

An Easy A AU.

Read on AO3

Series - A Miraculous Musical

Cute Boys With Short Haircuts

Rated G

No Archive Warnings Apply

1/1 chapter

Summary: 

Marinette sees Adrien and Kagami kissing and jumps to conclusions. Hurt and upset, she heads up to her balcony to do the one thing that cheers her up: singing a really angsty song.

Adrien had nothing to do with the kiss. He just wants to ask Marinette out. He passes her balcony as Chat Noir and hears the most beautiful singing voice... but the song is so sad. And then he sticks around just a little too long, and catches sight of something he shouldn't have...

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Act One: Whalesong

Rated T

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

2/? chapters

Summary:

Marinette's family receives tragic news, and suddenly her cousin becomes her roommate. With her only possessions being a small suitcase of clothes and a bizarre hair-clip, anyone connected to María Sugrue-Dupain begins to become infected with some sort of singing virus - in which they have no choice but to sing about their problems. Ms Bustier, ever resourceful, takes the opportunity to direct the class in a production of the musical 'Heathers', and there is drama on-stage and off it.

But why does the singing virus exist at all? Why is Gabriel Agreste suddenly so interested in Adrien's schoolmates? And seriously, is Nathalie OK? The Gorilla wants to know if he should call someone. Should he call someone?

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Series - Let Me Be Loved

More Adventurous

Rated G

No Archive Warnings Apply

1/1 chapter

Summary:

"And it's only doubts that we're counting On fingers broken long ago. I read with every broken heart We should become more adventurous..."

As Marinette sings at a Kitty Section concert, Adrien starts to notice her in a new light. Unfortunately, he's too late, even if he's not quite sure what he's too late for.

100% inspired by 'More Adventurous' by Rilo Kiley

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Equestria Girls

Dazzlings

Rated M

Contains Major Character Death, Reference To Eating Disorders and Attempted/Implied Sexual Assault

13/13 chapters

Summary:

"Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw! Nancy Drew is onto you, Sunset."

Sunset Shimmer wished she was popular, and she became popular -

And suddenly she wished she wasn’t popular.

When Sunset is faced with a fate seemingly worse than death, mysterious new kid Flash Sentry suggests she take matters into her own hands and use drain cleaner, Ich Lüge bullets, and adult ignorance to make the world a better place.

But is his vision of a world without bullies really worth the cost?

Read on AO3

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Original Work

Our Relationship Was A Rainbow

Rated T

No Archive Warnings Apply

1/1 chapter

Summary:

An original piece following the course of a relationship that in spite of glowing all the colours of the rainbow, ended grey and cloudy.

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An Anthology Of Verse, written by a traumatised (yet certified) idiot

Rated G

No Archive Warnings Apply

2/? chapters

Summary:

I asked my followers on Tumblr if they'd be interested in reading some of my original poetry if I posted it here. Four likes and a comment saying "Yes please!!" is more than good enough for me. I hope you enjoy it!

(Note: A lot of this was initially written a few years ago - or even longer. Some of it has - naturally - been edited since my initial draft, but some of it may have a different style to my more recent writing.)

(Another Note: I will be posting new poems as they come to me, or I rediscover them. I will also update tags as I go.)

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#long post #Les Miserables #les mis fic #on se cent comme par magie #the destiny of cosette #the shadow phoenix #the warlock of the flame #marisette #enjoltaire #courferre #eporel #jefeuilly #jolychetta #jbm #total drama #total drama island #total drama fic #dear diary #duncney #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fic #adrienette #ladynoir #marichat #ladrien #maría sugrue-dupain #equestria girls #sunflash #sunset shimmer x flash sentry #timbertwi

[sheeple]

Blood in the water

GIF NOT MINE. THIS IS ALL FICTION.

Genre(s): Supernatural!au / vampire!au / witch!au / x OC (Alice) Group(s): EXO Pairing(s): Kim Junmyeon x OC / Wendy Son x OC (platonic) Summary: While on a run, Junmyeon discovers a halfling in trouble. He decides to help her. Warning(s): Mentions of blood / murder [Masterlist] [Moodboard]

He runs through the forest, the wind bushing the hair out of his face as he makes a turn.

It’s been a stressful couple of days for Junmyeon. If it was not for Junmyeon and his brothers, a war would have started between a group of incubi and a vampire coven. And on top of that, he hasn’t eaten for weeks, too occupied with work.

Suddenly, a whiff of blood hits his nose before a loud cry does. Junmyeon sniffs deeply, enjoying the scent of human blood lingering the air. His body reacts before his own mind does and he starts to run towards to source.

But he sees something he doesn’t expect.

Instead of a human laying almost dead on the floor, blood pouring out of their wounds from probably falling off the cliff; a young girl sits against the cliff wall, her body and clothes almost entirely drenched in blood and crying her eyes out.

Junmyeon sneaks near, hiding behind a tree as he watches the girl closer. He notices that the girl is a vampire, her physical age may be not older than twenty-one.

He decided to help her and steps closer to her, only to step on a twig and it snaps, making her head snap up, her eyes scanning her surroundings in fear.

Her eyes find Junmyeon’s figure and she yelps in fear, jumping up from her seated position and press her body into the cliff wall.

“It is okay”, he whispers while holding up his hands, showing her he’s harmless. “I am just like you, see”, Junmyeon opens his mouth, his sharp teeth on full display, matching hers.

She stays silent and watches him, her eyes often shift from the threes and the grass back to him.

He now notices that her eyes have two different colours; red and brown.

She’s a halfling.

“My name is Junmyeon and I want to help you. Would you allow me?” He slowly puts his hands in front of him for her to take.

The girl nods slowly while sniffing, laying a bloodied hand in his own.

“Do you know how to run?”, he asks her in a hushed tone. The last thing he wants is to scare her.

She shakes her head, eyes big and her gaze shifts all over his face.

“Hold on tightly, okay?”

Another nod.

Junmyeon breathes deeply in and out, ignoring the smell of human blood on the halfling and running towards the only place he knows is safe for her. The coven’s house.

He rapidly knocks on the front door, almost flitting the wood in half out of frustration.

“What do you want?!”

The door gets thrown open and a really angry Wendy stands in the opening, an apron tied around her waist. As she sees Junmyeon and the bloodied girl standing behind him with scared eyes, her faces soften and she lets them in.

“Oh my Goddess, what happened dear?” She looks with motherly worry to the girl, seeming lost.

“Can you please take care of her for me while I get some business done? I just really need to finish—”

“It’s okay, go.” Wendy points to the door with her head.

Junmyeon thanks her with a brief hug before turning to the girl behind him. “I will be back, I promise. This is Wendy and she will take excellent care of you.”

He gives her one last smile before rushing out of the house, leaving a gush of wind where he once stood.

“Why won’t you go to the bathroom and get into the tub. I’ll turn off the stove and help you clean up, is that okay?”

The girl nods.

Wendy points the way to the bathroom and the girl walks towards it, her eyebrows raised in wonder as the bath is already filled with soapy water and a lot of bubbles.  

She undresses and steps into the clean water, the blood washing off of her. The water turns in this filthy mix of red and the blue of the soap.

She sighs sadly, not understanding what is wrong with her. The only thing she knows is that she’s a monster.

A soft knock is heard on the bathroom door before Wendy’s voice. “Can I come in, dear?”

She nods, only to realize that Wendy couldn’t possibly see that so she gives a soft, “come in”. Her voice feels a lot more coarse in her throat then she thought.

The door opens and Wendy steps inside with a slight smile as she sees the girl sitting in the water, hugging her knees.

She grabs a loofah and begins to wash the blood of her back.

“Why are you helping me? You don’t even know my name.” Her voice sounds weak as she looks slightly behind her, into Wendy’s golden eyes.

Wendy laughs. “Junmyeon doesn’t ask a lot of help. When he does, it’s mostly because he has a really good reason for it.”

The girl hums, chewing her broken lip.

“And giving a name is powerful. So I understand why you won’t give me yours.”

“It’s Alice.” Her reply is soft but not unheard by Wendy.

She gives the loofah to Alice and smiles, happy that the girl trusts her.

“When will Junmyeon return? And what’s wrong with me.”

“You have a lot of questions, and I understand. I’ll leave you to finish up and get dressed to have some food downstairs, okay?”

Wendy leaves Alice with a pile of clothes on the sink and Alice gets washed up, scrubbing away all the blood on her face and in her hair.

It’s been a month since Junmyeon left Alice in the caring hands of Wendy. Alice knows she has to trust Junmyeon to come back, but a small voice in the back of her head says that he isn’t coming back.

The others of Wendy’s coven, Red Velvet, came back from their jobs and travels and helped to explain what happened to Alice.

When a vampire drinks a human dry, until there is not a single drop left in their body and doesn’t give the human their blood, they will transform in a Halfling. Half-human - half-vampire, these creatures are living on the edge between two worlds.

They can both enjoy human food and blood, walk mindlessly in the sun, and, if lucky, have control over a power. Halflings can also do the same things as normal vampires; run at super speed, are inhumanly strong, and can charm humans.

But, they're weaker. Sometimes only half as strong as a ‘normal’ vampire. Halfbloods also have two different eye colours: the one they had as human and red. It, again, shows that they are in the middle of two worlds and technically don’t belong anywhere.

That’s why some vampire despises them. They are underdeveloped and will never be as strong as a ‘normal’ vampire.

Only if a royal pureblood vampire graces them with love and offers them blood, the Halflings will become fully transformed vampires.

Because of Alice’s eye-colour difference has Wendy given her a ring dipped into a glamour potion, protecting Alice from the harsh world.

Wendy also gave Alice a job in her potion shop. There she spends her days filing the ingredients, labelling them, and helping customers finding what they need. 

A lot of people and creatures mostly mistake her for a witch but are soon to remembered by her sharp fangs that she is everything except a witch. 

Sometimes, Alice has to get new ingredients from the market in the town centre, just like today. 

She manoeuvres swiftly through the crowd of fur, scales, and feathers with her basket in hand and cloak draped protectively around her body. It was a gift the coven gave her after she got control over her newfound powers as a Halfling. 

Everything goes smoothly as she gathers every ingredient from Wendy’s list and ready to return as something in the corner of her vision catches her attention. 

It is Junmyeon. He looks briskly at her before diving into an alleyway.

Her eyes grow big and she quickly follows him, wanting to see him again. 

As she walks deeper and deeper into the alleyway, she gets further away from the crowd. 

Suddenly, some brutal force slams her against the dirty brick and Alice gasps for air, letting the basket fall out of her hands and the content sprawls over the ground. 

“Well, what a pretty little thing you are”, she hears in her ear and she recognises the smell immediately. 

This is a banished Siren. 

Wendy has told about them. She told how dangerous these creatures are since they pray on unsuspecting souls and morph into the person they desire the most before luring them in and sucking all their life force out of their bodies and leave them to die. 

“Looks like this little vampire has a crush on the prince, doesn’t she?” The Siren taunts while deeply breathing in Alice’s scent. 

‘Thank god for the coven’s powerful spells’, she thinks while struggling to get out of the grasp of the Siren. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you”, warns a dangerously low voice behind the both of them and the Siren turns around, fear in their eyes. 

The Siren immediately releases Alice and hurries out of the alleyway, scared for its life. 

Alice slides down the wall with tears streaming down her cheeks, her whole body shivering with fear. 

Two strong arms wrap around her body and lift her up. She recognizes the familiar smell and looks up, to Junmyeon.

“Wha- what are you doing here?”, she asks dumbfounded. 

Junmyeon smiles slightly and pulls Alice on her feet, dusting off the dirt from her cloak. He holds up his hand and Alice takes it almost instantly. 

As Junmyeon leads her out of the alleyway, he says; “I came to search for you. Wendy said you went to the market and... and then I couldn’t find you so I followed your scent.” 

Alice snatches the basked out of Junmyeon’s hand as she also lets go of his hand, what surprisingly was a lot harder than she thought. 

“No. I don’t mean ‘here - here’ but as ‘why are you here, now’.” Alice makes air quotations while chewing on her cheeks, anger rising in her. 

Jumyeon sighs and looks down, putting his hands in his pockets. “I was... I was scared”, he mutters, avoiding her eyes. 

“You were scared? Of what?” She knits her eyebrows together as she lets her arms fall beside her.

“How am I going to─ don’t you feel that weird feeling when we touch, that urge to be close to me and to talk to me? A weird desire you can’t explain?”

She looks down, thinking deeply. Yes, she did dream of him nearly every night for the past month, but she just ignored it and said to herself that it is because he was the first person who helped her after she was bitten.

But now he lays it out so flatly, she acknowledges that she has a weird desire to be close to Junmyeon, so she nods. 

“That’s because we are bound by faith─”

“Like soulmates?”, she interrupts him and Junmyeon nods.

“Yeah, like that.”

A daring smirk creeps on her face and she takes a step closer to Junmyeon. They’re chests almost touch and she can feel his breath feathering on her face. 

Junmyeon’s hands fly to her waist to pull her closer to his body, breathing in her perfume.

“I didn’t want to scare you away from me. I am known to be quite possessive of what’s mine.”  

Alice giggles. “And since when am I yours?”

Junmyeon looks dumbfounded at her bluntness, finding it quite charming. 

“You didn’t ask me to be yours”, she continues what makes Junmyeon laugh.

“Is that how you do it in the mortal world?”

Alice scoffs and hits his chest. “Don’t act so old.”

“I am old. But if that is what is my lady wants, that is what my lady gets.” 

Junmyeon takes a step back and drops to one knee. “Alice, would you like to do me the honour of being mine?”

A bright smile creeps on Alice’s face as she nods happily.

Junmyeon jumps on his feet and kisses her on the lips. 

When he pulls away, she looks up and says; “wait... can you now make me a fully transformed vampire?”

Junmyeon blinks a couple of times. “Where did you hear that?”

“Well, Wendy told me when a full-blood Vampire of royal descent gives his love and blood to a Halfling, he or she will become also a full-blood Vampire.”

He laughs loudly as they walk back to the shop. “My darling, the love you are thinking of is not the same it actually is. Wendy sugarcoats everything.”

Alice’s face falls after half a minute of deep thinking and her face turns beet red. 

“You have so much to learn, my Halfling. And I am glad to teach it all to you.”

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[ofliterarynature]

July 2019 Wrap-up

TOTAL BOOKS READ: 12

In a Witch’s Wardrobe by Juliet Blackwell [audio] ★★★★☆ A Vision in Velvet by Juliet Blackwell [audio] ★★★★☆ Tarnished and Torn by Juliet Blackwell [audio] ★★★★☆ A Haunting is Brewing by Juliet Blackwell [ebook] ★★★★☆ Spellcasting in Silk by Juliet Blackwell [audio] ★★★★☆ A Toxic T­­rousseau by Juliet Blackwell [audio] ★★★★☆ A Magical Match by Juliet Blackwell [audio] ★★★★☆ Black Wings Beating by Alex London [audio] ★★★☆☆ Amelia Westlake Was Never Here by Erin Gough [ebook] ★★★★☆ Queens of Geek by Jen Wilde [audio] ★★★☆☆ The Brightsiders by Jen Wilde [audio] ★★★☆☆ Middlegame by Seanan McGuire [ebook] ★★★★☆

I had a great start to the month finishing up the rest of Juliet Blackwell’s Witchcraft Mystery series (except for the newest/last one which I’m still waiting on from the library *grabby hands*). I did really enjoy it, but I think it’s definitely cemented for me that magical mysteries aren’t really my thing because they tend to get bogged down in magical politics :/ I liked the Haunted Home Renovation series MUCH  better and you can bet that when I was reading A Haunting is Brewing my brain was a constant chorus of “Mel! Mel! Mel!”

I didn’t go into Black Wings Beating with really any expectations and yet still managed to come out disappointed. I can kind of see how it was going for this grand epic fantasy, but it really needs to be twice as long if it wanted to pull it off. The ending picked up a little, but I don’t think I’ll be continuing the series. 

Speaking of expectations: I had lots for Amelia Westlake and was looking forward to it, but it was...okay? I think my main concern is that the characters felt very standard. Basic? Stereotypical? Idk, and that doesn’t even touch Harriet’s bizarre texting practices. If you’re looking for more on the HS social justice angle I’d recommend Moxie or Heretics Anonymous, and if you want wlw enemies to lovers I’d try Tell Me How You Really Feel (I just finished it and it was EXCELLENT).

Queens of Geek and The Brightsiders were also a letdown, though that’s not really through any faults of their own. Books about fandom are really hit or miss, and these were both huge misses for me. In particular, Queens focuses on parts of fandom that really do not interest me, and while I liked Brightsiders a bit better, it was still impossible for me to connect with it. I can absolutely see why they’d be enjoyable, they’re just not for me. I had Jen’s newest book tentatively on my TBR but I think I’m going to be taking it off. 

Middlegame. Middlegame! This book has such a fantastic cover that I’ve been dying to read it for a while. I’ll admit, it wasn’t quite what I was expecting but I still really enjoyed it. I originally gave this 5 stars, but after some reflection I moved it down to 4 because there was something – the language or magical system, idk – that left me a little confused, but I think a reread sometime in the future will help bring that back. It also didn’t help that I had to cram this monster of book in like, 4 days, because it took me so long to start it that it was due back at the library haha. Seanan’s reportedly also doing an adaptation of the fictional in-book story Over the Woodward Wall and I am absolutely DYING to get more info on it! 

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[rayonfrozenwings]

Goodnight Cassian

Waiting in the Freezing Dark Chapter 2: Goodnight Cassian

A Nessian Fan Fiction: Characters all belong to Sarah J Maas and her book series A Court of Thorns and Roses. This Story takes place after ACOFAS and after Chapter 1: What Box sweetheart?  Multiple POV’s, taking place in the Illyrian camp Windhaven, Nesta and Cassian are living together at the behest of the high lord and lady of the night court.  

Word Count: 2173

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Also - because you are all so lovely, i’ll try to release the next chapter tomorrow. 

Nesta

Nesta closed the bedroom door behind her, threw the furs on the bed and lit the lamp readying herself for bed. The room was sparse, a few pillows on the small bed and an aged oak dresser on the opposite wall. It was a lot nicer than her slum in Velaris and more private than the cottage she shared with her family. At least she had her own room here. New illyrian leathers lay draped on her reading chair, yet to be used, given to her when she left Velaris. Walking over to them she pushed them aside and ran her long fingers over the elegant embossed fabric of the chair, feeling the intricate swirls in the pale grey and blue fabric. Eyes shuttered as she moved her hand over the dark wood carvings near the top of the chair. It was the most comfortable piece of furniture she had ever owned. She used to spend hours reading in it at the house of wind. Nesta was unsure who had orchestrated events to make this particular piece of furniture appear here; but she was grateful.

Not that the chair mattered, she hadn’t had much time for reading recently. Nesta had managed to find tasks to occupy her time in Windhaven that were independent from the high lord and lady’s dealings. They may have told her where to live but she would be damned if they would tell her how to live. Being apart from her sisters and that interfering circle of Rhysand’s had been the best thing for Nesta. The fresh air and solitude was calming to her soul. She was learning to appreciate the small happy moments that she and her sisters had managed to enjoy. Even managing to appreciate the skill her father needed to create his wooden creations. That was another reason she loved her reading chair. It had carvings all along its arms and back. Sailing ships fighting sea serpents and other faerie beasts. It reminded her of her papa. Nesta would never admit it to anyone. It was simply the most comfortable chair to spend hours reading in and matched her aesthetic - with enough room to curl up and fall asleep if she needed to.

Nesta was learning her place in the illyrian camp and had found a close friend with Emerie, a local merchant. A lot of her daily tasks were lonely and so she would often seek Emerie out to help without actually helping. 

Because Emerie refused help. 

Nesta felt that Emerie was closer to her than her sisters, so much like herself, they understood each other without speaking. She would never tell Emerie that though, better to leave it unspoken. Nesta didn’t hate her sisters, they just never really understood her or even tried to understand her. Elain seemed to scrape the surface, finding out things Nesta liked but never deeper, she never wanted to know how Nesta truly felt. Feyre was a different beast she was in her own world, always trying to save everyone, even when they didn’t want to be saved, much like her interfering high lord. At least Cassian had let her get on with her life. An inconvenience as a housemate but not an interfering busy body like the others.

Nesta’s mood was turning, all this reminiscing pulling her back into the shadows she had worked so hard to come out of. She grabbed her favourite book off the chair where she had left it. A romance novel about a handsome King who melted the heart of a coldblooded witch, it was possibly the fifth time she had read it since finding it in the house of wind. 

It was so late and she felt like she had been pulled left and right while talking with Cassian about his grief and her own. It wasn’t something she was mentally prepared for. A few chapters to immerse herself in another world would brighten her mood. It always did. Lifting the furs to the side, she sat down on her cozy bed and started removing her boots, lifting her legs up and under the covers. It was supposed to be early spring but you wouldn’t know it in these mountains. The more furs the better as far as she was concerned.

Cassian

Cassian sat outside watching her window and waiting for her lamp to go out. Hoping she really was going to sleep - avoiding mischief. But two patrols had passed now and that glow from the window still fell on the ground outside, Cassian knew she wasn’t going to sleep any time soon.

Tonight had opened up some old wounds. He hadn't really talked about his mother to many people and although everything he said was true, he wasn't sure he wanted to deal with the consequences of his words. That winter chill was still in the air and since Nesta had taken all the furs - he was left with one measly blanket.

The first patrol had made their way back, two young illyrian males grinning and shoving each other, engrossed in some story the older of the pair appeared to be telling. Cassian smiled and dropped the blanket, spread his wings and launched himself into the sky. He took in an aerial view of the camp and houses below. He’d always been protective. Two patrols in the camp should be enough, but the unrest lately had started invading everyday life. Something he needed to deal with and the main reason he had been asked to stay in Windhaven by Rhys.

Windhaven was one of the closer camps to Velaris, just incase he was called back for security. It seemed like a battle on two fronts with the unrest in the camps and Velaris opening its borders, letting Keir and his ilk in. Windhaven was close enough to both but also one of the safer camps for Nesta to be in. A perfect compromise. He knew Nesta resented being sent here at the start, but she was warming, part of her fire was back. This place was good for her even if she never admitted it to anyone.

The camp was quiet below. A few fires around the perimeter, and tents with a soft glows emanating but very few illyrians walking around or getting into trouble. The small settlement up the road held his home and a few other wooden buildings for trade. Located just far enough from the camp to be out of the way but close enough to still be protected by their patrols at night.

Cassian landed near Emerie’s shop, located at the other end of the street to his own cottage. Cassian liked to keep his distance to protect her reputation - He couldn’t have people talking about them in the same breath. Cassian told himself he was stopping just to check that everything was alright. No lights shon from her windows. The street only illuminated by the stars above. He hoped she was asleep. Emerie had been a blessing to Cassian, someone who didn’t mind that he was an illyrian born bastard, and who took his money without making a fuss. She was also someone who seemed to understand Nesta as much as he did - if not more so.

Cassian wrapped his wings around himself and started walking back to the house. It was a small wooden home with two bedrooms; a large communal room with a kitchen and lounge with dining room. Not too different from the house he grew up in with Rhysand’s mother, Rhys and Az. The house was modest, with few adornments but he didn’t need much from a house to be content. It was more than he ever imagined as a boy and he was always grateful for where he was. A comfortable bed and a room large enough so he could spread his wings if needed - it was more than enough.

Even though he was often away because of his duties Nesta had chosen to take the slightly smaller of the two rooms. She pushed her bed hard against the wall, making it appear smaller than it was. He hadn’t heard her bring anyone home while he was staying and the bed being pushed against the wall did make him smile because any illyrian male would have a hard time pleasuring her with his wings banging against the wall.

His smile grew as the vision of a naked illyrian falling off her bed came uninvited. Nesta standing furious and naked. He chuckled to himself. He was sure she hadn’t been with anyone, the only scents in their house were hers and his own.

They weren’t currently anything to each other but Cassian couldn't get her out of his mind. Tonight he had thought that she might have wanted to kiss him and instead she taunted him and walked away. 

A grin came to his face, she was returning to that girl he met at her manor - minus the knee.

That woman with fire in her veins.

Cassian could see her making her way back to the realm of the living, back to him, slowly. She had been through a lot, turning into a high fae, stealing from the cauldron, throwing her body over his on the battlefield - to save him. The death of her father by the king of Hybern. Not even including the recent months she had spent pushing away her family,  drinking and bedding every male she could find.

There were so many open wounds in her life.

The smile disappeared from his face, this was why there was distance. She had made her decisions in Velaris and Cassian needed to let her live her life and make her own mistakes. Just because they were living in the same house did not mean Nesta would give him the time of day. He neared the house and he looked to the ground ahead.

The light was still pooling on the ground outside her window, he sighed, so he would have to talk to her tonight after all.   

The wooden steps at the front of the house creaked under Cassian’s weight as he walked up them. He released a breath, it had been a few hours since their intimate moment under the stars but he really didn’t want to talk to her yet. Pushing open the door he walked into the dark lounge room. She had closed her door and the light peeked through underneath.

Maybe he wouldn’t have to talk to her after all.

Cassian creeped across the old floorboards trying desperately not to make any sound. Walking past her door he heard something usually reserved for Azriel. You would think the shadowsinger would be as quiet sleeping as he was awake but his snoring was as loud as a giant frosted bear from the winter court. The smile on Cassian’s face grew wider until he started to laugh.

Shit! Shit! He couldn’t let Nes hear him. 

Somehow the thought of Nesta snoring seemed so out of place that he couldn’t contain himself.  

Damn it!

Her light was still on.

She was asleep.

Cassian was holding his side he tried to calm down, realising he was going to have to sneak into her room and turn off the light. Three steps to her door, he turned the handle carefully and pushed it open. There Nesta lay, covered with furs in the strangest position. He was sure that having a book for a pillow was not comfortable and was most likely the cause of her horrendous snoring. In fact it was so loud Cassian wasn’t sure he would be able to sleep in the next room. He decided that making her more comfortable was worth her wrath, especially if it meant he would get a better night sleep.

Carefully he pried her arms away from the book and pulled it out of her grip, placing it on her chair.

Nesta was still snoring but at least she hadn’t woken up. Cassian leaned forward and pulled up her furs that she had kicked off, still in her simple gray dress from the day, she had obviously fallen asleep while reading. Nesta turned and snuggled into her pillow, her scent hitting Cassian in the face and making him look closer. The gods awful snoring had stopped. She looked so peaceful, serene, it was hard to imagine the fire behind her eyes could change her look so dramatically.

Nesta was beautiful, he could see that her face was delicate and lips soft. Lips so tempting even now. Her breathing even and cheeks rosy, he wanted to kiss her right now even if it meant waking her but he wasn’t sure he could take anymore rejection from her. They had been making progress, why ruin a good thing?   

So he blew out the lamp and walked to the door, turning back to her and the shadows of the night dappled on her beautiful face. He closed the door slowly as he walked over the threshold and just before it shut he heard her whisper.

“Goodnight Cassian”.    

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[sanderssons]

‘Ere the world crumbles

(( For whoever feels lost, this piece of fiction is the continuation of the events of my comic Sanders Sons, in which the Sanders Sides are Thomas’s children and it can be read HERE))

((Trigger warning: mention of abandonment, hospital environment, mention of fractures. Let me know if there is anything else))

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With Patton on his arms, Thomas walked straight into the hospital’s reception and to the front desk. Joan, Logan and Roman were right behind him. The chain of events that led him to that moment seemed a bit foggy. It was still hard to think straight through the ringing in his head. It had been growing stronger and stronger since he had gotten out of the phone.

“Hello, I got a call. My child is here. Virgil Sanders”. Patton let go of Thomas, putting both his hands at the reception desk. His eyes were puffy and his hands were trembling. Thomas had been holding him since he had gotten the call. His biggest child had been shivering in his arms the whole way to the hospital.

“Is he gonna be okay?”

“He’s on fourth floor”, said the hospital worker, but something in her eyes was weird as she looked at Thomas. She then looked at Patton, and Thomas thought he might have understood. It seemed like pity. “He’ll be fine, sweetie.”

With his peripheral vision, Thomas saw someone getting up and approaching the group. He put Patton in the ground, looking to the man as he spoke up.

“Mr. Sanders, I’m with the Gainesville Police”, he flashed his badge that glowed golden and black under the white lights of the hospital reception. “Could you please step away from the child, please?”

Patton looked confused from the cop to his father, nervous, and got even closer. Thomas nodded for the policeman and took a step forward, feeling a shiver run up his spine, sensing what was coming.

“Thomas Sanders, you are being prosecuted with child negligence.” 

He was too chocked to protest. Of course he could see how that seemed from the outside, but the realization that was real was the scariest thing he had ever experienced. “You should consider this your warning. I have a letter I’ll be handing to you but first: me and my partner would like to have a word with the children”

Patton went the short distance between him and his dad, grabbing on his sleeve. ”Dad, what is he talking about?” Thomas felt Logan peek out from behind him. Roman put himself between Thomas and the policeman. In the hurry, he hadn’t picked up his wooden sword, so he had a hospital pamphlet made into a tube pointed at the police officer.

“We are not going anywhere but Virgil’s room! Dad has done nothing wrong!”

“Listen, kid...” Roman flinched, receding. Thomas landed his hand on his child’s shoulder. When Roman lifted his eyes, they were filled with fear. “It’s okay, Roman. It will be okay. This is all a misunderstanding. Calm down. No one is taking you away from me.”

“That is not true, Mr. Sanders. The children might be taken to a temporary home is the charges prove true.”

“What is this accusation based on?”, Joan asked, crossing their arms and moving closer to the group.

“A child was unattended during the night on the street and got hit by a car. This is more than enough. Please, Mr. Sanders, step away from the children.”

“Who has placed charges?”, Joan insisted.

“The hospital staff”

“I only need a chance to explain myself, please-”, Thomas tried.

“I beg you: don’t make me use force. Step away from the children and let them come with us. It will only take a couple of hours.”

Thomas could feel the stare of his children waiting for his response.

He was devastated. Of course he couldn’t let anyone take his children, specially now. Virgil was hurt, his baby was hurt. There was no time for all of this lawyerly drama.

Still, he couldn’t crumble now, he possibly couldn’t. He couldn’t make this worse for any of them. That was the reason every parent would tell their children to stay close and not run off. That was the scary story first trip parents would always get, the fear of being apart of their kids because of one mistake.

Thomas would always indulge in his children’s games so it was easy to feel like one of them but bigger. But he had to be the adult now, he had to be the parent. He had to be careful. There was too much at stake, way too much.

For today, he would have to play someone else’s game. Fighting to keep his voice still, Thomas spoke up to his children. “Kids... Go with the officer.” “What?!” The three said at the same time and he could hear the pain on each of their voices. “The only place I’m going is to see my brother!” Patton screeched and it seemed like he was on his way for a moment, but didn’t move. Thomas felt his grip on his hand tighten. He could see he was scared that if he left he wouldn’t have the chance to come back. Thomas knelt down to face his kids. He had to set this right, at least for the time being. “Listen, Pat. I need you to do this for me, okay?” Thomas’ heart broke in a million pieces when Patton’s puffy eyes looked at him like they had been betrayed. He hugged Patton tightly for as long as he could. Then he kissed his forehead and fixed his hair before looking at Logan. “You have to help too. You’re smart enough to do it, I knot it” He knew Logan would never show his emotions clearly. But Thomas could also see in the way his eyes were moving everywhere the cogs in his brain seemed to be moving at extra speed. Thomas hugged him as well and moved on to Roman, who was still in front of him, refusing to look back. “Roman. Please, princey. Do the right thing. You stay with your brothers now, there is nothing you can do for me now.”

Roman looked back over his shoulder at his father, biting on his lower lip.

“Papa...” “Go, son. It will be okay.” He leaned forward and hugged his son. Roman turned around and hugged him back firmly. He then took a step back and staring dead serious into his father’s eyes, he whispered: “Promise we’ll be back to you” “I promise. Not even the Dragon Witch would keep me away from the four of you.”

Roman showed the hint of a smile, but it crumbled immediately as Patton took his hand and Logan touched his shoulder. Thomas stood up and took a step back. He felt like he was going to break in half until he felt Joan’s calming presence right behind him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get a lawyer and take care of this, okay?”, his friend said, their hand on Thomas’ shoulder. “Just focus on Virge right now”.

The policeman talked into the radio in his shoulder and approached the children, guiding them along. Thomas followed them with his eyes until the cop’s partner came and handed him a letter with the Child’s Protective Services logo printed on the top right of the paper.

Thomas stared into the ugly tiles of the hospital’s reception as the police officer described the following process. This will be a long night.

 After a couple of hours and many many calls, Thomas was finally authorized to see Virgil.

An agent from Social Services had to accompany him, but that didn’t matter. The disapproving stare of the said social worker was nothing. Thomas could barely feel it in the midst of all of the turmoil his body had turned into. His head was banging, his stomach was devouring itself and his finger kept moving and moving just for the sake of movement. He just needed his kid to be okay.

And for the looks of it, he was not.

As they walked the halls until Virgil’s room, the doctor was explaining that the impact of the car had fractured his leg. Fortunately, the doctors had no problem setting the bone back in place so he didn’t have to get through any operations. He already had his cast on and was medicated for the pain. Still, this was not the worrying part.

Apparently, Virge had hit his head pretty hard on the concrete and had concussion so he has having a hard time remembering the accident. And having with no memory of the accident, Virgil was not coping well with being in a new place with a lot of strangers and in a lot of pain. According to the doctor, he had been shutting down and not letting the nurses come close to him.

All Thomas could hear his heart pounding his ears as he followed the doctor further along the slightly more colorful hall of pediatric care. He would barely register words anymore. He just needed to see Virgil, to make sure he was alive and breathing. If he had his baby in his arms, he knew he could fix anything.

Even before they opened the door, Thomas knew it was his kid’s room. He could hear Virgil weeping really low on the other side. It was the same sound he did as a toddler, a screech that lingered, as if his lungs were just too tired to actually scream. Only after some time he had realized he did it so he wouldn’t wake up the other by actually screaming. Virgil had always been so precious.

As soon as the doctor walked in, Thomas zapped into the room, straight to his son.

Virgil had never seemed so small as he did on this hospital bed. His leg was hanging up in a blue cast that matched his blue hospital gown and the blue sheets of the bed. His face was all wet from tears and his eyes were shut tight. He had his hands turned to fists, pounding his own chest in a repetitive manner, the sound of the echo of his rib cage filling the room over the heart monitor beeping. Thomas stood next to him, resisting the urge to touch him yet. “Virgil. Virgil, it’s me. It’s Thomas. It’s dad, kiddo. Here, look at me.” His only reaction was to flinch when Thomas spoke, letting out a small whimper and increasing the speed of his bumping. Thomas touched his shoulders, to which Virgil protested, still without opening his eyes. Thomas started to squeeze his shoulder one at a time, following the same pattern as his pounding, hoping that the pressure and his words would help. It had been quite a while since Virgil had gone this far into himself;

“It’s going to be okay, Virgil. Don’t be scared. I’ll be here the whole time. I’ll be right here with you. I love you and I’m so so sorry you got hurt” Thomas would speak as low as he could for his son to listen, because he knew how everything should feel so overwhelming for his little boy. All of the noise of people around the halls, the telephone ringing in the floor’s reception, the beeping of machines, the rolling of beds in the hallway. “Open your eyes, baby. Let Thomas see your beautiful eyes. Come, now”.

Finally, after what it seemed like an eternity, Virgil relaxed just enough to open his eyes. Slowly, his pounding stopped. Thomas slid his hands down Virgil’s arms and took his hands.

Virgil stared at his hands intertwined with Thomas’s for a while, at first blankly, and then in confusion. Thomas could see him slowly returning.

“Hey, Virgil. Do you want to breath with me? We’ve done this before, remember?” Thomas started to breath in, hold his breath and let go, always walking Virgil through with him.

He started to squeeze his son’s hands in sync with his breathing. Virgil started to imitate him for a while until they were both breathing in unison. The child raised his eyes suddenly, as if he had just woken up from a bad dream. His eyes widened with surprise as if he didn’t expect to find Thomas there. “Thomas”, he breathed, his eyes watering again. Much to Thomas’ surprise, Virgil leaned forward and clung to his father in a hug.

Thomas finally felt the wall come down, the one he had been struggling to hold up since he had to tell his kids the truth he had tried to hard to keep. Since he had gone into the night calling for his smallest son. Since the hospital called saying they found his kid. The wall he had been building on the way there, as he held onto Patton and told him everything would be alright, because he was a parent and that’s what he had to say. The wall that was bombarded when that police officer ordered him to give up his children peacefully, like he was some kind of criminal, like he would ever hurt or mistreat his children who meant the world to him. The wall he had to keep as he helped his kid come back to himself. Now it was all gone.

He hugged his child like a man who would later walk to his noose. He pressed Virgil against his chest and stroke his back tenderly. Thomas nested Virgil’s head under his nose and nuzzled against his dark hair. His lungs were burning, his eyes were burning, his heart was failing him. All he had left was Virgil and Virgil was here and he was safe as long as he was in his arms.

“I love you, son. I love you so much. And when all of this is done, I’ll tell you all about how I loved you even before you came to this world. You were always an important and irreplaceable part of me, Virgil.” Thomas said against his child’s head. “Never forget this”.

“Dad?”, Virgil whispered back, his hands holding onto Thomas’s shirt. His voice was still trembling. He didn’t have to say anything else. Virgil would never call him dad, unless he really needed Thomas do to something. And just like when he was an infant and he knew crying would wake up the others, he  somehow seemed to know what had happened in the ground floor in the last hours. Please stay with me, Thomas knew he wanted to say in the way his fingers clung to his shirt, the way he nuzzled the fabric. Please don’t go. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here. I promise.” He said, letting his tears escape along with the lie. “I will stay right here”.

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Marvel’s WandaVision Episode 2: MCU Easter Eggs and Reference Guide

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This article contains WANDAVISION Episode 1 spoilers, and potential spoilers for future episodes, the wider MCU, and Marvel Comics. We have a spoiler free review here.

NOTE: This is our reference guide for WandaVision episode 2! If you’re looking for episode 1, click here instead.

And you thought this show couldn’t get weirder? WandaVision episode 2 moved its sitcom-flavor a few years into the (still black and white) future, introduced a few new characters, and started leaning a little harder into the MCU than we saw in the first episode.

Let’s see what we found…

Sitcom Inspiration!

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The idea of a regular suburban couple needing to do something goofy like put on an act for a talent show seems like classic sitcom fodder, but things get even more specific in this episode.

The animated intro is VERY reminiscent of the opening of Bewitched, the sitcom I feel like this has the most in common with in its first two episodes…for obvious reasons.

Due to the Hays Code, non-married couples never shared the same bed on television until…Darrin and Samantha on Bewitched in the ‘70s. This episode begins with Wanda and Vision in separate beds until Wanda magicks them together. 

One other sitcom-y connection might be that whenever reality is starting to show its cracks, a character says “damn,” which has to be against whatever TV rules they had in the 1950s and therefore breaks the immersion further. Vision’s boss yells it at dinner in the first episode and Vision says it when there’s that outside noise in this one.

Bova

The sharp-eyed Ed Duffy spotted a carton of “Bova Milk” in the opening animated segment of the episode.

Bova is a cow evolved to walk and talk like a human, a gentle old soul who served as a midwife at the birth of Wanda and Pietro Maximoff. Well, at least in the comics. We’re not counting on seeing Bova’s lovely bovine countenance on this show any time soon, but hey, you never know!

The Grim Reaper

Also visible in that animated intro is the Grim Reaper’s helmet, apparently underground at their house. The Grim Reaper is an extremely annoying Marvel villain who constantly popped up in stories dealing with Vision and Scarlet Witch. He was the brother of Simon “Wonder Woman” Williams, was a stupid racist, and was really angry all the damn time.

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The actual location of that helmet could be a subtle callback to the events of Tom King and Gabriel Hernandez Walta’s Vision series, which is an absolute masterpiece that you should read as soon as possible.

Westview

Wanda and Vision live in the fictional town of Westview, which despite looking very much like a Burbank backlot, is likely supposed to be in New Jersey. There’s two reasons we’re going to place Westview in New Jersey. First, Herb makes a reference to Hackensack, NJ later in the episode. But more importantly, in the comics, Wanda and Vision made the real life bedroom community of Leonia, NJ their home in the 1980s Vision and the Scarlet Witch comics.

Illusion and Glamor

Wanda and Vision’s stage magic act name has them going by the name of “Illusion” (Vision) and “Glamor” (Wanda). In the Vision and the Scarlet Witch comics, Illusion and Glamor were characters of their own, famed stage magicians Ilya and Glynis Zarkov, who were friendly neighbors of our favorite weirdo couple. What the public didn’t know was that their stage magic was actually REAL magic (kind of like what we see with Viz and Wanda later this episode). And what even fewer people knew was that they were also international criminals. Anyway, don’t expect Ilya and Glynis to show up on WandaVision or in the MCU now that their names have been used.

Also…is it us or does Wanda’s “Glamor” bathing suit thingy feel like a reference to some of her original, skimpier costumes?

Who is Geraldine?

That would be Teyonah Parris as “Geraldine,” who it has already been revealed is in fact the grown up version of Monica Rambeau, the young girl we met in Captain Marvel. While we’re on the subject, is it us, or does Geraldine’s brooch look a little like the logo she wore when she took on the mantle of Captain Marvel in the comics?

The Neighbors

In addition to Agnes (who we wrote about in detail here) and the aforementioned Geraldine, we also meet Fred and Linda, Dennis the Mailman, Dottie and Phil, Beth, and someone named Herbert. We have our suspicions that the seven of them (minus Geraldine) could be Marvel’s Satan’s Seven. We wrote more about this theory here.

Ol’ Herb, perhaps coincidentally, but perhaps not, shares a name with Herbert Edgar Wyndham, the Marvel Comics villain known as the High Evolutionary, who in some versions of Wanda and her brother Pietro’s origin, was responsible for giving them their powers.

The Helicopter

Wanda finds a toy helicopter, in full color, in her bushes. For one thing, the helicopter is in Iron Man colors (or Vision colors?). For another, it has the #57 on it. Vision made his first appearance in the comics in the pages of Avengers #57 in 1968. But perhaps most importantly, that helicopter bears the logo of SWORD (which we wrote more about here) on it.

So here’s the uncomfortable question: is this just Wanda’s subconscious playing tricks on her, or did she actually bring down a SWORD helicopter not knowing what she did?

The Beekeeper

The weird and disturbing beekeeper is an agent of SWORD based on the logo on his back. Or…is he?

“For the Children”

The creepy, cult-y repetition of “for the children” certainly can’t be foreshadowing for Wanda’s own struggles with starting a family, can it? Of course not. Nothing to see here…

The Strucker Commercial

The watch comes from a company called “Strucker.”  

The Strucker watch matches up with one of the themes of the rest of the episode. Baron Wolfgang von Strucker showed up as part of Wanda and Pietro’s origin in the MCU, but before that, he was a comic book foe of Captain America’s, a Nazi who had a mystical artifact that gave him powers: his Satan Claw. With all the devil mentions elsewhere in this episode, this is likely intentional.

“He’ll make time for you,” the slogan from the commercial, likely hints at another aspect of Wanda’s story here. In the comics, she was discovered to be a Nexus of Realities, an entity with a lot of explanation that amounts to “she’s important to the multiverse.” The person who discovered this about her (and nurtured it, and protected her because of it) was Immortus, the far future version of Kang the Conqueror. 

The same two actors from the Stark Industries Toastmate 2000 commercial from episode one are back here. If they become a recurring theme, do they have greater significance?

Lingering Questions…

The WandaVision house number is 2800. So far, we’re drawing blanks on what that might mean from a Marvel or MCU standpoint.

Does anyone recognize the logo on “the cabinet of mysteries?” Is this something Wanda has worn? Is it perhaps a Doctor Strange easter egg?

Is it possible that “Wentworth’s” department store is a reference to Deidre Wentworth, better known as Superia, the villainous Femizon who once created an alternate reality of her own? No? Too much of a reach? OK, fine.

Spot anything we missed? Let us know in the comments!

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Reputation: I have a lot of emotions

Alright so the Saturday after Reputation came out, I bought the album on itunes because I loved the singles and because @itspileofgoodthings and @thelonelybrilliance have long been winning me over to Taylor Swift.  I spent the next two or three hours listening to the album, and Emma was amazing and listened to me freaking out.  However, I can’t not share my initial reactions with Maria, so girl, this transcript of my reactions is dedicated to you and Emma and I hope you enjoy!

1.  “Ready for It”

I wasn’t expecting Ready for It to be the first song but the name fits and honestly it is a GREAT choice because it has the cool intense intro thing idk what is that called a bass thing?  It is a great mix of the intensity and also the sweet breathless flowing faery melody

I don’t know how to talk about music

I just love it

2.  “End Game”

End Game isn’t my fave but I liked it “I wanna be your a-team” :) and the friendship between ed and taylor is sweet

3.  “I Did Something Bad”:

HOLY HECK  I LOVE I DID SOMETHING BAD WHAT NOW THE SOUND My JAM

I LOVE IT I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY IT’S DELIGHTFUL AND LIKE I KNOW IT’S OVER THE TOP KINDA BUT THAT MAKES IT AMAZING “I DON’T REGRET IT ONE BIT BECAUSE HE HAD IT COMING AND I’D DO IT OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN” I LOVE THAT PART AND HOW IT DESCENDS AND DEEPENS

MAYBE SHE IS A WITCH AND MAYBE SHE ISN’T BUT HECK SIGN HER UP FOR THE BURNING

And my fave is that this is the same singer who in a few songs sings “Call It What You Want”

4.  “Don’t Blame Me”

It’s like the classic lady killer in love trope but reversed.  And I swear there are fictional characters out there I can connect this to but I have to think

OMG IT’S SO CATCHY AND I AM EVEN OK WITH HER SAYING I’M YOUR BABY EVEN THOUGH I USUALLY CAN’T STAND THAT TERM USED ROMANTICALLY

5.  “Delicate”

Delicate is so aptly named it is so tentative and fragile and that frightened feeling of “I think this is love?? Would you hate me if I told you that?”

6.  “Look What You Made Me Do”

I. LOVE. LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO.  Despite the chorus, which is kind of bland and repetitive but the rest of the song is so freaking awesome like I don’t even care and I even sing along enthusiastically to it and maybe have started to appreciate it (the chorus).  

The song has the same delicious musical vibe as I did something bad.  It’s: don’t mess with me anymore, I am so done with y’all, I don’t even care anymore, I’m the nightmare now......except secretly underneath you know there IS caring for other people’s opinions and yearning to love and be loved and that makes it even better??

7.  “So It Goes”

I love the first verse best, the magician , the mesmerizing, the dark enchantment...and I say dark because I don’t know how I feel about the rest of the lyrics...but the SOUND is amazing and I am totally already making up a story in my head to reconcile my conflicted feelings because the music here and taylor’s voice and the whispered 1, 2, 3 have entranced me--like magic

8.  “Gorgeous”

Gorgeous....GORGEOUS!  WHISKEY ON ICE, SUNSET AND VINE, WHAT BEAUTIFUL EVOCATIVE IMAGERY!!!

I love Emma’s connection with her story Match, but also...don’t laugh too much...you know how I love Dick Grayson, and I feel this is literally how I would feel if I were in the same room with him.  Overwhelmed by his stupid pretty face and unable to function properly let alone say hello

Gorgeous is THE unexpected crush song, the oh my gosh I just met a masterpiece, the I don’t believe in love at first sight I mean I thought I didn’t, the I would literally die if you looked me in the eye because that would be a fairytale and if we actually fell in love I don’t know what I would do

THAT RING OF THE SPOON ON THE CHAMPAGNE GLASS (IN MY HEAD AT LEAST) IS A MAGICAL FAIRY BELL, OR MAYBE A FAIRY’S LAUGHTER, OR THE HERALD OF WEDDING RECEPTIONS AND CALLS FOR THE BRIDE AND GROOM TO KISS

IT’S THE IMAGINATION AND THE BIRTH OF CRAZY BEAUTIFUL HOPES

9.  “Getaway Car”

Did Taylor just riff off of A Tale of Two Cities??? And run with it?  I STRUCK A MATCH AND BLEW YOUR MIND

I CANNOT WITH THIS SONG UGH MY HEART this song is BEAUTIFUL and TRAGIC

It’s a love brilliant and glorious like a sun flare, its a desperate wish for something better than the stupid mistakes of the past and bitter fights and broken hearts

Like here she has met this wonderful nigh perfect man who is just as in love and ready as she is to jump in that car and leave the world and everything awful behind but which is more important the devastation they are fleeing from or the vision they dream of?

And whatever the answer to that is, it doesn’t matter because the future they hoped for in their hearts could be nothing more than an wish, a mirage, because as wonderful as both of them are, they are just not fated for each other, they just won’t love each other like they want to

And SHE LEFT HIM AND CALLS HERSELF A TRAITOR AND FEELS SHE DESERVES WHAT SHE GETS FOR THAT--THAT SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, THAT SHE FIRED

BUT IT ALSO HAD TO HAPPEN

AND IT IS THIS TANGLE OF VINES OF MISERY AND BEAUTY AND GRACE...YES GRACE BECAUSE AS MUCH AS THIS ALL MAKES ME WANT TO CRY THERE IS STILL A FEELING THAT DESPITE THE GRIEF AND HURT THIS ISN’T LIKE OTHER TIMES WHEN SHE HAS BROKEN UP WITH SOMEONE

BECAUSE THEY WERE NOT SO MUCH WRONG FOR EACH OTHER AS JUST NOT RIGHT FOR EACH OTHER

AND SO WHILE THE HURT IS SHARP IT IS NOT SO DEADLY TO LOVE IN GENERAL

Okay I have listened to it four times I need to move on

10.  “King of My Heart”

Ok maybe it’s just because I am coming down from Getaway Car but I am not as into King of My Heart at least music-wise.  The lyrics are sweet and precious though, just the sound doesn’t capture me like the rest of the rest of the songs

The term “King of My Heart” is a really beautiful term, styling the man as someone who not only has her love but also her respect...this is someone who does not need to impress her with fancy cars, he just needs to be him

My fave lyric: “Late in the night, the city’s asleep / Your love is a secret I’m hoping, dreaming, / dying to keep”

And you can just imagine sitting on a rooftop far far above the distant city lights, with the faint hum of traffic, and no one knows that your world has shifted and broken and been shaped into something new, and so you nestle the gift of his love in your heart and just wonder how in the world any of this is real

11.  “Dancing with Our Hands Tied”

DANCING WITH OUR HANDS TIED HURTS MY HEART.  IT HURTS BECAUSE IT SOUNDS TO ME LIKE A DOOMED LOVE AND SHE TRIED SO HARD TO IGNORE THE FORESIGHT SHE HAD

And she tried so hard to hold on

“My, my love had been frozen Deep blue, but you painted me golden Oh, and you held me close Oh, how was I to know what”

THIS.  THIS HURTS

Because it’s like he tried and it seemed like things could be good and beautiful, and there might be a chance for it all to work out, but it’s telling that he wasn’t able to change her, to unfreeze her love.  He only painted over it...gold yes, but paint nonetheless

Her certainty, “I knew” and then the telling truth “I had a bad feeling.”  Some things are too good to be true, too sweet to last when the bitter, callous, selfish world wants what it wants

“Can we dance / oh, through an avalanche” like what an impossible task, what a beautiful wish.  A love like that...would be everything.  Withstanding all the world together, no matter the wounds and hurt, picking each other up and moving on after every hit.  And it doesn’t seem to have worked out this time?  But maybe it will

12.  “Dress”

AAAAHHHHH DRESS IS REALLY PRETTY SOUNDING AND I LIKE CERTAIN OF THE LYRICS BUT UH I JUST CAN’T IT’S TOO MUCH

Slow down, girl :)  but also some of it is really cute.  I could maybe handle it better if she didn’t say she didn’t want him like a best friend because I need it to be both..ah well

On the other hand I love the lyrics to the verse about the flash back, and the lines “Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me” and they do expound upon friendship and love and make the Eros more palatable

13.  “This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things”

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA i LOVE THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS IT’S SO FUNNY

It moves past bitterness and is just like LOL yeah I’m not dealing with you, peace out, bye

*full out cackle* I CAN’T EVEN SAY IT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE I’M DYING

And it’s almost like she is talking to a little kid at one point.  Look, son, you break stuff I gotta take it away, when will you learn

I NEED VIDEOS TO LIKE FIFTY TV SHOWS FOR THIS I CAN’T

14.  “Call It What You Want”

AND NOW WE MOVE ON TO MY FAVE.  CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT!  EVERYTHING IS HEALED!!!

After the ups and downs of the album, of life...everything still matters, still happened, previous loves and previous heart-wounds and previous sins but also none of it threatens her life anymore, her heart

“My castle crumbled overnight I brought a knife to a gunfight They took the crown but it’s alright All the liars are calling me one Nobody’s heard from me for months I’m doing better than I ever was”

THE MOST BRILLIANT JUXTAPOSITION

The songs begins with her home, her dreams destroyed, with her bad decisions open for the world to mock, with her crown kicked down a hill by detractors and fools and the wisest alike

But she says it is alright.  It’s okay.  And we wonder why?

People call her a liar, say she is fake, say whatever they think or want.  Maybe she is gone forever--who has seen Taylor at all, let alone knows who she really even is at this point...

And so we all think, maybe this is it.  Maybe Taylor is dead.

BUT ACTUALLY

SHE IS BETTER THAN SHE EVER WAS!!!!

the old Taylor is dead? I THINK NOT

She has merely walked (flown) down the path we all must take, and maybe she has stepped on more thorns or fallen to the dirt more often, maybe she has scraped knees and heart-blood seeping through her white sweaters, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t found a life she happy to live, things worth fighting for, someone who will fight for her...someone who she doesn’t need to fight, only cherish

And so she can sing whatever the hell she wants, “I Did Something Bad” or “Getaway Car” or “Look What You Made Me Do” or “Gorgeous”

It’s ALL Taylor

..........................when the heck did I come to care so much

“My baby’s fit like a daydream” lol this is so cute and she seems so proud of that and it’s adorable

“Walking with his head down I’’m the one he’s walking to” I CANNOT!!! HE DOESN’T SEE HER WATCHING HIM BUT HE JUST WALKS TOWARD HER, SO FOCUSED, PROBABLY CAUGHT UP IN HOW MUCH HE LOVES HER, OR MAYBE THINKING OF NOTHING IMPORTANT BUT SHE JUST LOVES HIM SO MUCH AND IT’S LIKE WHEN YOU SEE SOMEONE DOING SOMETHING INSIGNIFICANT, LIKE YOUR MOM COOKING DINNER OR YOUR BROTHER BENT OVER HIS HOMEWORK AND YOU JUST GO “I FREAKING LOVE THIS PERSON”

My fave verse: “All my flowers grew back as thorns Windows boarded up after the storm He built a fire just to keep me warm”

HE JUST QUIETLY LOVES HER JUST SEES HER THORNS AND IS LIKE THAT’S NICE AND PRESSES HER PETALS AND POINTS ALIKE INTO HIS HEART AND HE KNOCKS ON HER SHUTTERS TILL SHE OPENS THEM

Also OMG remember how in Dancing with Our Hands Tied her love was frozen?  HE DOESN’T PAINT HER TO LOOK BRIGHTER AND WARMER NO HE FREAKING BUILDS A FIRE TO WARM HER

“All the drama queens taking swings All the jokers dressing up as kings” THERE IS ONLY ONE KING OF HER HEART

“They fade to nothing when I look at  him And I know I make the same mistakes every time Bridges burn, I never learn At least I did one thing right I did one thing right” ASDFGHJKL THE QUIET PEACE THAT COMES FROM THIS

“I’m laughing with my lover Making forts under the covers Trust him like a brother”

This is not a love so passionate that it shatters like stressed glass.  no, it is a love warm and intense and real and giving and receiving and thoughtful and playful

TRUST HIM LIKE A BROTHER GOSH THERE IS NO LINE I LOVE MORE.  IF YOU CANNOT TRUST YOUR MAN LIKE YOU DO YOUR BRO, TO CARE FOR YOU AND BACK YOU UP AND FIGHT FOR YOU AND TELL YOU WHEN YOU ARE BEING STUPID AND FORGIVE YOU AND ASK FOR FORGIVENESS AND ALL THAT

THEN WHAT ARE YOU

IF YOU CAN’T JOKE AS MUCH OR BE AS DEADLY SERIOUS AS YOU CAN WITH A BROTHER

THEN WE JUST CAN’T BE A THING

“I recall late November, holding my breath Slowly I said, ‘You don’t need to save me But would you run away with me?’ Yes (would you run away?)

YESSSSSS LOVE LOVE LOVE IT DO IT TAY RUN AWAY WITH THIS GUY

15.  “New Year’s Day”

GENTLE AND ALL THE LOVE AND FLUTTERING FEELING OF A BELOVED HAND SQUEEZING YOURS THREE! TIMES IN A TAXI

“Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor” anyone who doubts Taylor’s poetic abilities can shut the heck up thanks

“Don’t read teh last page But I stay when you’re lost, and I’m  scared And you’re turning away” So hopeful and so nervous at the same time

“Please don’t ever become a  stranger Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere” AAAAHHHHH RIGHT IN THE FEELS I AM DEAD

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There and back again: Revisiting Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings trilogy

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There and back again: Revisiting Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings trilogy

This year, the first Lord of the Rings movie, “The Fellowship of the Ring,” turns 18 — if you can believe that. It doesn’t seem like it’s been nearly 20 years since Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings trilogy first arrived in theaters, making an impact on film and pop culture that continues to be felt today.

The trilogy is now so well-regarded by critics and fans that it’s weird to think back and remember what a gamble these films initially were. Three films (all 3 or more hours long) filmed simultaneously by a relatively unknown director, drawing from beloved but complicated (and lengthy!) source material? Many studios might have feared a potentially catastrophic flop, but Jackson stuck to his creative vision, and fans were rewarded with one of the best film trilogies ever made.

It’s been a number of years since I last sat down to watch the Lord of the Rings movies, and I was curious to see how well the films held up over time, especially since special effects technology has continued to evolve since the early 2000s.

My husband and I recently re-watched these movies, and I was happy to find that, yes, the LOTR trilogy is still awesome. The few special effects that did feel dated by no means lessened our enjoyment of the film.

I’d forgotten just how good these movies were, and re-watching them made me fall in love with them all over again. Here are some of the reasons why I think this trilogy has aged so well.

The journey begins…

It doesn’t matter how good a film’s special effects are — or even how cool the plot is — if the audience doesn’t connect with the characters. While Jackson already had plenty of great characters to work with, thanks to J.R.R. Tolkien’s original text, the casting for this film was spot-on, and remains one of the best ensemble casts I’ve ever seen.

It’s a shame that some of the actors who appeared in this movie have fallen off Hollywood’s radar over the years, but I’m glad new generations of fans will be able to discover their performances here. The acting, costumes, and makeup truly bring these characters to life, and I feel like if I tried to start listing out my favorite performances, I’d end up just listing the entire cast.

Another feature that really helps this film is the fact that Jackson chose to shoot so many scenes on location. These films came out around the same time as “Star Wars: Attack of the Clones,” but Episode II feels more dated because of its over-reliance on special effects. Jackson took the time to build lots of props and sets, and he showed off the breathtaking beauty of his native New Zealand, which truly is a real-life Middle Earth. Even after another 20 years, the cinematography is still going to look amazing.

Now, there are a few scenes where you go, “yeah, I can tell that’s some early-2000s CGI,” but this doesn’t happen a lot. I’m so glad they decided to use makeup and costumes for the Orcs, and took time to build all those props, armor, and models. They add so much texture and realism to the film.

Speaking of CGI, Gollum still looks great, and it just amazes me that they were able to make him appear so lifelike. A lot of that has to do with Andy Serkis’ performance; Hollywood owes him a lot for his pioneering motion-capture work. Gollum is also a wonderfully complex character, the kind you love to hate but also, in certain moments, catch yourself feeling just a little bit sorry for.

And I’d also be remiss if I failed to mention the music in this movie. Howard Shore’s score for this film not only fits with the story perfectly, it’s a beautiful musical work all on its own. The epic, sweeping pieces match the grand scale of the story being told.

The road goes ever on and on…

Although Star Wars is my all-time favorite franchise (and the one I find myself returning to most often), the Lord of the Rings has a special place in my heart because it was the franchise that first got me into geek culture. It sparked my interest in film and cosplay, and it introduced me to the concept that there were a number of fans across the world who were also super passionate about fictional worlds. Even though we didn’t know each other, I could connect with another fan just by saying, “Hey, do you love the Lord of the Rings as much as I do?”

My favorite characters when I was a teenager were Sam and Éowyn, and re-watching the film reminded me of how much they meant to me. Sam might not be a badass warrior, but to me he’s possibly the biggest hero in the whole story. His selfless dedication to helping Frodo takes him to horrifying places, but he doesn’t give up and is willing to sacrifice his life to help his friend. We need more people in the world like Sam, and I still look up to him and try to follow his example.

Éowyn is also a character who was a positive role model for me as a teenager. Despite the restrictions her world tries to place upon her, she rides into battle and ends up accomplishing the impossible — defeating the Witch-King. Watching the movies now, I do wish there were more female characters overall, and that these female characters actually got a chance to interact with each other. But that doesn’t take away from how amazing Éowyn is, and I love that she’s eventually able to find healing and peace after the war.

It’s impossible to sum up the impact of the Lord of the Rings in just one article, but I think one of the main reasons these books and movies have experienced such enduring popularity is their message of hope and light.

Humanity has lived through some very dark times, some of which Tolkien experienced firsthand as a soldier during World War I. It’s easy to feel overwhelmed and lost, and it’s tempting to look around at all the pain and suffering and simply give in to despair.

Yet there’s a scene in “The Two Towers” that I find myself returning to, where Sam encourages Frodo not to give up, despite the impossible odds. “Even darkness must pass. A new day will come,” he says. “And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. … There’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.”

That’s the sort of message our world so desperately needs — and always will need. There’s still good in the world, and it’s up to us to not let the light of hope die. We don’t have to be powerful warriors; we can be like the ordinary hobbits, whose kindness, compassion, and courage have the power to save the world.

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The Ankle of God

Etymology of the word Ankle: Stemming from the PIE root *ang-/*ank ‘to bend’, related closely in this way to Angle and the source of the Greek anklyos, meaning bent or crooked and the Latin ang(u)ere - ‘to compress in a bend, fold, strangle.

Last week, the focus of this blog really shone through. I started it off as being about the very general ‘books, coffee, and magic.’ I found that I wasn’t really inspired to write about coffee all that much, even though I know a lot about it and am a total coffee snob. I briefly switched the tagline, replacing ‘coffee’ with ‘mushrooms’ to reflect aspirations for a project I’ve been meaning to tackle; taking all of the cultures offered by the site Out-Grow (of which I have a deep familial investment in), research and write about any folk medicine or magical traditions along with modern findings. If aspirations were nickels, I wouldn’t have to change out of my pajamas and go to work in the morning. Last week, however, I wrote a very Lovecraftian blog, breaking convention and focusing entirely on The Dunwich Horror for the whole post (mostly because of how loaded and intense that tale is) and in the process I realized just how many times I’ve used the phrase ‘Lovecraftian Magic,’ not only in last week’s blog, but in many past works. I always had designs on sussing out a unique magical system based on Lovecraft’s oeuvre, but last week it hit me, that I am already pretty far on that journey. Thus I’ve once again changed the tag line for gnome.school to read ‘Lovecraftian Magic’ and will be framing these explorations towards uncovering what that actually is.

I know what it is not, you see. Lovecraftian Magic is not the Simonomicon, although that work certainly influences what it is. Lovecraftian Magic is not a future modern chaos magic-y summoning of Cthulhu that would likely only result in a cease-and-desist letter from Chaosium, an example of which is discussed here and debated in the forums of this excellent site. The Gnome School vision of what Lovecraftian Magic is gets at what magical traditions Lovecraft touched with his fiction and how those data points spread out towards ancient magic and grows towards a future of an enchanted space-faring human race.

In the course of this, thus far, thirty plus week research exercise, I’ve begun to grow accustomed to seeing vectors into and out of Lovecraft in my own fledgling magical practice.

Let us take for example, the standard prayer for Jupiter to be recited on Thursdays from the Hygromanteia:

“Lord our God, the great, praised and incomprehensible, whose height of divinity is immeasurable, unto you I pray. I, the unworthy, beg the height of your compassion, hear me and make this attempt and the work I want to do, to be highly effective. I conjure you, most valorous and most beneficial Jupiter, by the immeasurable ankle of God, do not disobey me. I conjure you, Jupiter, by the grace of all herbs. I conjure you Jupiter, by your valor and justice, by your miraculous virtues and in your following names, Misthan, Mesaou, Alasigno, Pelknaous, Aabio, Kedesod, Olaber, Desdio, Aoloi, Azanor, Merran. In your most great and valorous names, grant your grace and your virtue by the work I am going to do, Amen.”

In the Ioannis Marathakis translation, the footnote on the word ‘ankle’ states

‘The text must be corrupt here, since this peculiar reference to the ‘ankle of God’ cannot be otherwise explained.’

Marathakis’ sentiment, that it is a corruption, is echoed by Gordon White as an aside in the Premium Member inaugural sigils course. The relationship of this classical magic to mathematics is widely known. Coupled with the etymology of the word ankle and the origin language of the Hygromanteia, I do not see why ‘ankle’ in this context is not translated as the Greek ankylos is, the phrase in fact meaning:

“the immeasurable angle of God…”

Not only does this make sense in a traditional reading of the Hygromantiea, it also creates a direct vector (pun intended) into Lovecraftian Magic. The assertion being that there is an angle that is beyond Euclidian geometry, a geometry known only in the world of spirits but immeasurable ‘in the real.’ For examples of this within the Lovecraftian Magic aesthetic, see my examination of his tale, Dreams in the Witch House.

In that same tale there are (and here is a place where I believe the Simonomicon plugs in, although I have suspended investigations into that and other texts until I’ve completed the research into Lovecraft’s oeuvre.) a number of references to the constellation commonly known in the West as The Great Bear, or Ursa Major. It is theorized that The Great Bear is the oldest conceptualization of a constellation known to the human race. An example of this theory can be found on p. 158 of Professor Emeritus at the University of Iowa, Roslyn M. Frank’s ’The Origins of the ‘Western’ Constellations, in the section entitled ‘Hunting the European Sky Bears. Paraphrasing Frank, The stars of The Great Bear have been at the center of the sky of every human culture that arose in the northern hemisphere of the planet. This central placement through oral and written mythopoetic timedepth suggests a much older conceptualization, one that predates agropastoral socioeconomic structures. Lovecraft, being a learned and avid astronomer, would have known this and takes pains to touch the Great Bear, to give it significance, in his oeuvre.

In my personal practice, I’ve begun to look for workable (as in don’t require an eagle’s brain) spells in the Greek Magical Papyri. More and more, I’ve been attempting to align my practice with the Lovecraftian Magical Aesthetic. When I came across the following spell I found a perfect match between the goals of finding workable, documented, spells from antiquity that also fit with Lovecraft’s work:

“Bear Charm:

Bear, bear, you who rule the heaven, the stars, and the whole world; you who make the axis turn and control the whole cosmic system by force and compulsion; I appeal to you, imploring and supplicating that you may do the NN thing, because I call upon you with your holy names at which your deity rejoices, names which you are not able to ignore, BRIMO, earth-breaker, chief hunters, BAUBO LI AUMOR AMOR AMOR IEA Shooter of deer AMAM AMAR APHROU ME, universal queen, queen of wishes, AMAMA, well-bedded, all-seeing, night-running, man-attacker, man-subduer, man-summoner, man-conqueror, LICHRISS PHASES, O areal one, O strong one, O song and dance, guard, spy, delight, delicate, protector, adamant, adamantine, O Damnameneia, BREXERIKANDARA, most high, Taurian, unutterable, fire-bodied, light-giving, sharply armed. Do such-and-such things.”

Short, potent, and really with phrases like ‘man-attacker, man-subduer, man-conqueror’ quite anti-patriarchy, which is something we can all use. Also, anytime I see the phrase ‘adamantine’ I can’t not think of Wolverine, his claws, and his adamantine skeleton. A proper nudge towards invincibility and alignment with one of the core aesthetic elements of Lovecraft’s universe.

  So is this taking things too far ‘off-book’? Are we swapping the metaphorical Superman for Apollo? I don’t think so.

Lovecraft did create his own mythos, and that is what the vast majority of his fans and critics have focused on. What I am looking for and finding in this exercise, however, is all of the other vectors extending in and out of his work, edges that connect to nodes in existing traditions, and if my theory holds any water, give his system a structure and real, workable, magical life. A system that, while not a unified field theory (thank the gods), is quite robust, pulling together relevant elements of Voodoo, Greek and Roman paganism, Islamic mysticism, paleolithic astrology, and very much a version of early Christian necromancy. Keeping with this sentiment, let’s experiment a bit and return to Brown’s Cult of the Saints for a moment, and riff off of the following:

“a ‘privatization of the holy’ by well-to-do Christian families was a very real prospect… at the turn of the third and fourth centuries… A Spanish noblewoman resident in Carthage, Lucilla, was in [possession] of a bone of a martyr, and had been in the habit of kissing it before she took the Eucharist…”

Looking towards the cradle of Christianity, we find the dogma, the rigor of established ritual and what was considered ‘right’ by the church is less well-defined. In my life as a real boy I’ve been doing a lot of research into how organizations scale from a start-up culture to huge organizations. One of the characteristically bad management traits is to add more rigor, more policy, more processes to the movements inside the organization in response to change. From where I sit, it looks like the same poor management was applied to the Catholic church, especially in the veneration of the holy dead. Large organizations can achieve the same engagement and performance that start-ups have, by relinquishing a highly granular scheme of control and allowing individuals more freedom. I see the future of magic and the future of religion tied together in this way. Influential change in organizations almost always starts at the bottom, as a groundswell, that is then recognized and adopted by management. In the case of Lucilla, what if these off-book magically adjacent Christian practices become the norm? The new 21st century dominance of witchcraft will find its way into to church, and the old guard, the dogmatics, will fade as the church achieves a renewed vigor. The holy dead, and necromancy, will be at the epicenter of this eventuality. The warning of the quote above from The Cult of the Saints, is that attaching incentives to this eventuality will frustrate the required innovation that will take magic and religion into the 22nd century. To innovate, to hybridize magico-Christian practice is an ancient tradition, a very old way to be human. The thread I am going to pull on, the Lovecratian thread, is the animation of the common person, a remaking of the holy dead using not Christian criteria, but magical and archetypal data points as the guide. The same strategies can be employed as were in the fourth century, such as:

“resurrectio martyrum: [where] a few graves studiously linked to the… eucharistic liturgy should ‘begin to stand out’ in a graveyard where, previously, holy graves had existed, but had lacked clear focus…”

Bringing new ‘graves into clear focus’ adjacent this growing system of Lovecraftian Magic helps to manifest the system as something ‘more real’, to reinforce the aesthetic of the cemetery as a gateway, a middle point on our Likert scale between life and death. We’ll return to this in a bit, let’s take a quick break.

IMBRICATIONS

To help us out in understanding what a celebration of the cemetery looks like, let’s visit the ‘gypsy-swing’ quartet from Connecticut (from our New England unholy land), Caravan of Thieves. Their song, Raise the Dead, is a perfect, if not insufferably hipster, version of what the ‘West’ looks like when it celebrates death and recognizes the existence and importance of the spirit world.

  Moving towards our Lovecraft tale for the week, and keeping within an Americana (as in American continents, these cats are Canadian) set list, let’s take a spin through the reality of The Dead South with their joint, ‘In Hell I’ll Be in Good Company’.

  And finally, to round out this set, I’ll drop an old-timey classic, The Devil Went Down to Georgia, played by those long time Revelators of the Strange, Primus.

  THE GEORGE BIRCH SOCIETY

Our Lovecraft tale this week is ‘In The Vault.’ Let’s dive right in and meet our archetype:

“[George] Birch acquired a limitation and changed his business in 1881, yet never discussed the case when he could avoid it… It was generally stated that the affliction and shock were results of an unlucky slip whereby Birch had locked himself for nine hours in the receiving tomb of Peck Valley Cemetery… Peck had been the village undertaker of Peck Valley… Birch was lax, insensitive, and professionally undesirable; yet I still think he was not an evil man.”

Birch, an unloveable ‘rustic’ is painted as careless and lazy by the author. His only fits of discretion coming from past moments when his carelessness had been revealed by a family exhuming their daughter to transport to a different cemetery, finding the body of an aged male judge, instead. His incarceration in the tomb happened during a thunderstorm, a stable part of our magical aesthetic. The fit of lightning and Tesla-ian atmosphere being one of our authors most favored. After being trapped in the ‘receiving tomb,’ a place of staging the dead before burial, when the ground was too cold and frozen to excavate, Birch attempts an via a slit-like transom in the facade using all he had at his disposal.

“Only the coffins themselves remained as potential stepping-stones… three coffin-hieghts, he reckoned, would permit him to reach the transom, but he could do better with four…”

Here we have an explicit use of the tower as a metaphor, the author even writes:

“And so the prisoner toiled in the twilight, heaving the unresponsive remnants of mortality with little ceremony as his miniature Tower of Babel rose course by course…”

Offering us an insight into the origins of Lovecraft’s obsession with towers in his literature. The use of the reference is vague and a bit out of context, the context of the story of Babel that is, and seems shoehorned into the story. I’ve used metaphors in this way, square pegs in round holes, chiefly because I was in love with the metaphor, not because it was the best use of it.

After stacking the coffins he got at the transom with makeshift tools left in the tomb. I quite like this phrase:

“the unexpected tenacity of the [tomb’s] easy-looking brickwork was surely a sardonic commentary on the vanity of mortal hopes…”

While the context of this phrase is in reference to Birch’s attempts to remove the bricks away from the transom so he might pass through to safety, there is a deeper meaning here for us. The solidness of tombs are a physical manifestation of the finality and inevitability of death, the end of all that is human. The hammer is also an easy metaphor for how mankind attacks the spectre of death, that is, with brute force, even though it is an immaterial thing that no hammer can touch. You see how we are returning to that early Christian necromancy? Lovecraft continues:

“It must have been midnight when Birch decided he could get through the transom… He… almost dreaded the exertion, for his form had the indolent stoutness of early middle age… He had… planned in vain when choosing the stoutest coffin for the platform; for no sooner was his full bulk again upon it that the rotting lid gave way, jouncing him… on a surface which… he did not care to imagine…”

Here we have a metaphorical touching of a relic, Lucilla kissing the femur of Saint Max, although a mundane  or unholy (which is metaphorically worse?) one rather than a holy saint. The touch of this relic, however has a different result. Birch is attacked and experiences great pains about his calves and ankles before wrestling himself free and out of the enlarged portal that he made for himself above the locked tomb door. Crawling to safety, because he could not walk, he is taken in and seen to by a local physician. Without spoiling the hook, we’ll wrap the investigation of the text up with a final quote:

“[Birch] always remained lame, for the great tendons had been severed; but I think the greatest lameness was in his soul. His thinking processes, once so phlegmatic and logical, had become ineffaceably scarred…”

George Birch, the former undertaker, as our metaphor, is a bridging of the gulf between the living and the dead. He is also, in a way, a symbol of how we treat the dead now, in the West. He was callous, rude, and unrepentant in his abuses of the bodies that he cared for, until the dead reached out and touched him. While this might be looked at as a mere horror tale, done for gruesome effect, if we distill it down into its component forms - Birch and the Corpse, we can see a bit more. Lovecraft is avenging the dead, placing them above the baseness of Birch’s humanity. He is giving the dead an animate form and empowering them to act on the world of the living. The dead in question was in fact a vengeful being in life, which also speaks to the power of vengeance and anger, how this type of darkness infects and destroys across generations. Crossing from the past into the future.

Our tarot match for this week is the Six of Cups.

  The upright keyword for this pip is Le Passe, while the reversed shows L’avenir. Le Passe in English means ‘The Past.’ ‘Past’ is derived from the past participle of ‘passen’ or ‘to go by’. Tracking ‘pass’ we find the Vulgar Latin meaning of ‘to step’ or ‘to walk’, and threads to the PIE root pf *pete-, meaning ‘to spread’. Fragmenting back out from this data point, we find that past is related to compass, expansion, fathom, patina, petal, passenger, and spawn. L’avenir, conversely, means ‘The Future’ (and how curious this is the reversed meaning for the card), ‘Future’ has all of the meanings expected by a modern speaker, ‘going to be’, or ‘yet to be’, but if we trace it back to a similar PIE root, we find *bheue-, which not means ’to be’, but also ‘exist’ and ‘grow’. As *bheue- aged it became bondage, forebear, neighbor, neophyte, phylon (tribe, class, or clan), and physics.

The past spreads out behind us and is no more linear than our possible futures. It expands as our memories filter and warp it, acts as our behavioral compass, colors us with a patina of experience. Unless we’ve been practicing buddhist monks for forty or more years, we are bound to our hopes and fears of the future. We are the acolytes, the neophytes, sitting at its knee, ready for its wisdom.

The card itself, as it can fall either upright or reversed, is a type of Schroedinger in-between space, a moment that is neither the past or the future, a place that touches both the living and the dead. George Birch, in the vault, is in such a place. He is living, and rather full of life as he tries to escape his premature entombment. His attacker, the animated corpse of a wronged and vengeful spirit form, is the veritable Living Dead, another being existing in the in-between space of the Six of Cups as it exists in the deck at the moment before it is drawn. It is George Birch, wounded, crawling through the transom at the top of vault, half in the world of the dead and half in the real.

  George Birch and the Six of Cups are a perfect archetype for where we are at in the rise and fall and rise again of an animist perspective of the universe in the West. The wounds on his ankles came from beyond the grave and gave him a knowledge of the universe normally reserved for angels, demons, and gods. I’d venture to say that none of us as elements within that set data set are in a place where we fully understand animism, fully embrace the dead and other spirit forms as actors in our universe. We are also crawling through the transom, but in the other direction.

#X-Men #Wolverine #Night of the Living Dead

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