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redwineandtarot · 8 months
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your talents
hi! today's pac is all about your talents! as people we are so diverse so not all of your talents may be in this reading. however i hope this helps you discover yourself more! take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. i would love to hear your feedbacks <3
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pile 1
You are great at giving people honest and genuine advice. You make people see parts of themselves that they may have not seen before, good or bad. 
You may be great with finances. Or have the potential to be, if you learned more about it. You could study finances or economics. Don't have to, but you may still learn a bit about this topic. I think this will benefit you. (I am not a financial advisor or professional, this is just what cards are telling me!)
Being some sort of a teacher/advisor may suit you well too. Economics professor just came through but you could also be a dance teacher, therapist etc. Just something where you help people broaden their visions. 
You are great with new beginnings. You know how to make something blossom. You are also great with endings.
What I am seeing is you can materialize any interest of yours. Like maybe you want to learn guitar or learn how to cook, you can become quite good at them(to be more specific anything you want). Also this applies to material gains. The world is your oyster, I heard your guides say. 
Some of you may be talented at fashion. Whether it is designing or just making great outfits in daily life. 
You are also great at thinking ahead and planning. 
You are probably at peace with your shadow self or you are on the way to be. 
You have an earthy vibe to you. Your self confidence and calmness makes you a great manifestor. You could also be great at meditation, yoga etc. Anything that makes you connect with the universe and yourself more. 
Messages from spirit:
You still have full autonomy regarding ‘it’. “Nothing is yet set in stone.” You have a lot of potential.
You may need to release something. What is it? Think about this if you don’t know. Because deep down you know it.
thank you for reading <3
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I see a strong emphasis on your beauty. You could be / have the potential to be a model. Regardless, you are attractive and you may use this to your advantage. I am not saying you inherently have bad intentions. You are just good at charming people and getting what you want. You also probably would do great at things that require you to be in the spotlight. 
You are great at saving money.
You are a great fighter and a diligent person. You are persistent with what you want. Even if the situation seems hopeless. You find a way to make it work. And this usually gets you where you want to be (or even better places) in life. 
You know how to balance things in life. It just comes naturally to you. You know sometimes life does not evolve the way we want. And you trust the universe even in these times. You know you can get your ideas to real life even in the darkest times. 
Your words are powerful. You could use words to manifest. You could also be a writer of some sort (book writer, lyrics writer etc.). 
You may be great with plants, flowers or you may be good at biology. 
The numbers 8 and 6 might be significant.
You are good at dealing with emotions. You are an emotionally intelligent person.
You have natural talents to share your wisdom and your talents. You could benefit from being some sort of a teacher or a performer. Someone people watch.
You have a great understanding of life. The occult and history might be suitable fields of search for you. (I’m especially getting Egyptian mythology.)    
Messages from spirit:
You might be holding onto something out of pride. For most of you this is something from the past that you cannot let go of. 
Look at your situation from a different perspective. People who you deem wrong may be right.
thank you for reading <3
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You have a natural ability to lead and gather people. Whether for a cause or a project. In your work field or in a hobby that you do, you may pave the way for some sort of thing. For example you may start a new way of doing things, or you may be the first to do something in your hometown etc. 
You may have a talent for singing and/or public speaking. This also ties in with leadership because a good leader should also be good at speaking. Even if you lead a small group of people, good communication is key in my opinion.
You are also good at ending conflicts and finding the middle ground. 
You are also great at comforting people. You can transmute people’s worries. And you are also a great friend. You friends value you a lot.
You can tackle a lot at once. For example you can do modeling, studying, working at a part-time job all at once. Or if it’s just one job you can do different elements of it. Like youtubers; they film, edit and advertise their videos on their own. As a continuation of this, I see that you are a multi-talented person. 
I see you handling fast-paced life well. And this is because after all this running around you know how to come back to yourself and sit still. Maybe you do yoga, meditation, or any type of mindful activity.
When you love something, you also have a GREAT passion for it. This makes you also stand out at what you love. You can do the hard work for what you want.
By harnessing all of these talents of yours, you can achieve great success (whatever success is to you).
You have great spiritual protection around you. From your guides.
Messages from spirit:
You may meet a soulmate(platonic or romantic) or a romantic partner of yours soon. Or you may enter a phase of your life in which you’ll meet your romantic soulmate. For most of you it's the latter. And for this, spirit wants you to hold on to your visions.
thank you for reading <3
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You have a youthful energy to you. You spread happiness to those around you. You give them energy. While you have youthful energy, I see you as a wise person. You have an immense intellect. You could have gone through some hardships but you got to the other side with great strength and important lessons. Despite this you protected your child-like spirit. Your inner-child feels safe and heard with you.
You have a great imagination. Your dream world is probably pretty big. I get neptune-ish vibes from you. I heard that you may be a poet, if not I suggest you give it a shot. If you do not like poems, you can do other things that get you to use your imagination and emotions. Because I see a great potential in you. 
Some of you may be life path 22 or 7. Even if not, your life path is important for you.
You probably have a close bond with spirit. You are a great manifester. Despite your lighthearted energy, I see that you may have an interest in the occult. 
You have a talent for dancing.
You could also do well in areas where you need to have a quick wit. I hear politics for some of you. The term “crazy like a fox” applies to you. 
Despite appearing playful, you are pretty grounded. Even some of you may not realize this. You just need to work on it a bit more maybe.
You are graceful in the things you do.
Messages from spirit:
The thing you are asking for is within your reach! However while working towards it, you need both spiritual and practical effort for it. (Spiritual effort may be visualizing it for 5 minutes every day, etc.)
thank you for reading <3
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st4rymoon · 10 months
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Guilty Pleasure
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Pairing 〉 Steven Grant x Fem Reader
Genre 〉 Smut and Fluff
Warnings 〉Somnophilia, dubcon!, teasing, unprotected sex, pet names (doll, love), P n V, slightly Pervy Steven, dry humping, steven slightly fighting his urges, creampie
Summary 〉Anxious about Stevens's distance, you confront him about a situation that happened while reading one of his books. Little did you know the reason for his distance was to keep temptation away.
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You tried to hide the concern on your face as you notice Steven's eyes avoiding yours ever since you walked in.
You had no clue what you did for him to be doing this. Suddenly your mind flashed back to 2 days ago, you were reading one of his many books about Egyptian mythology. While putting it back on his shelf, a few books fell and one happened to land flat open causing one of the pages to slightly rip.
Steven reassured you it was ok, but you started convincing yourself it did bother him, he was just being his usual sweet self to avoid conflict with you.
“Steven?”
You can see his body tense as his name rolls off your tongue “y- yeah?” he shakily replies as you sit beside him.
“What’s wrong? You haven’t looked at me or even spoken to me since I got here. Do you want me to leave? Give you some space?”
Steven almost falls off the bed in protest “NO! No no”. “It’s about the book isn’t it? I already ordered you another, it’ll be here soon” you nodded. You can see the confusion on his face “Book? What book love?”
“The book that fell off your shelf when I was putting one away remember? The page ripped a little?” You mutter while feeling the guilt of ruining one of his beloved books fill you.
Stevens's face softens as he finally connects the dots, you thought he was mad at you? for a book?
He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself seeing how worried you were “Doll trust must me I’m not mad, and definitely not for that little accident” he smiles reassuringly.
You feel yourself finally relax as he connects his soft doe eyes to yours. Steven felt a little guilty knowing you were beating yourself up for this whole book fiasco.
When you walked into his apartment with his favorite skirt and a silk blouses on, he knew if he looked at you once he’d be fighting himself not to pin you onto the bed and fuck you senseless.
Steven wasn’t one to show that side of himself, he kept all his dirty thoughts and urges to himself. “Come” Steven smiles, extending his arms out signaling for you to bury yourself in his arms.
Burying your face in his neck, your legs completely straddle him for a more comfortable position. His body jerks slightly as you rub up against his crotch, your soft sways as you hug him tightly making him anxious at the thought of you feeling him grow hard.
“Love you” you mutter softly as you press a soft kiss on his warm flesh, his arms wrapped around your waist, slightly lifting you in hopes to hide his growing bulge.
“Love you too doll” he hums as he places you onto his lap softly, his mind under control or rather distracting himself with counting the objects in his room to avoid his thoughts.
Both of you stay in this position, his eyes on the television as you stay cuddled onto his body. You were semi-drained from work and the stress of worrying about Steven being mad at you. You couldn’t help but fall asleep as soon as you fell into his arms.
Steven smiled at your shallow breaths, your chest rising slightly with each breath as he tucked your hair behind your ear. “Always so pretty” he hums, his index finger softly running down your cheek as he places a kiss on your head.
Just as he was about to reach for the control, he heard a soft noise come from between his arms. Low whines escaped you as you squirmed in his lap.
Steven almost choked as you pressed yourself onto him, hips swaying softly as you rode out the sex dream you were having. His head falls back at the feeling, he felt like this was both the best and worst kind of torture.
It got worse once he heard his name come from your mouth, the low ‘stevens’ and muffled whines making him whine quietly.
He was having a debate in his mind. He wanted to move your pretty white panties to the side and fuck you awake, but the other protested. You’ve both only slept with each other once and neither of you never talked about fucking each other awake.
Although you’d never admit it, a part of you wore the outfit in hopes of him fucking you. The first time you both had sex, you could tell he was holding back.
His eyes were blown out, breaths unsteady as he looked down at you, your eyes closed and shirt slightly riding down just enough to let him see your plump tits spilling out of your bra.
He told himself one button wouldn’t hurt. His fingers impressively unbuttoned one of your buttons, then another, and another. By the time he finished, your shirt was fully open, the silk fabric gliding on your skin as you swayed onto him.
His self-control went out the window once he heard you beg, the soft whine in your voice as you cried his name. He needed to hear your pretty whines for himself.
His arms lift you slightly, his free hand sliding his sweats down as far as he could before moving your panties to the side.
He was burning up, his breathing louder than it was before as he ran two fingers through your puffy folds. Your cunt coating his two fingers as he took in your gummy walls.
His cock was leaking with pre cum as he took his fingers out of you and stroked himself with your slick. A loud sigh leaves him as he feels himself twitch.
He knows he shouldn’t be doing this. But he couldn’t help it, your soft flesh and pretty cunt rubbing against him as you slept.
He adjusts himself below you, a loud whine leaving him as he rubs his tip through your folds. He’d never felt like this before, his body was tingling, and eyes blown out as he watches you closely.
You lowered yourself onto him softly, his body trembling as you clench around him. Low gasps from your sleeping form as he gave you time to adjust. His fingers dug into your hips, his head on your shoulder as he kept himself calm.
His hands lift you softly, his hips softly thrusting up as he groaned at the feeling. His soft persona left as soon as he picked the pace up. His hips slammed into you harshly, your eyes fluttering open as you felt him stretching you.
“St- Steven?” You mutter as he fucks deeper into you. “I know baby, I’m sorry. Couldn’t help it” he says in almost a embarrassed voice. “It’s oka- o- it’s-” you try reassuring him but can’t manage a word out as he takes your blouse off completely.
Your body was burning, the feeling of his warm hands piercing your skin make you clench. “Love you, lo- love you so much” he seethes through his teeth.
Your nails dug into his shoulders as you tried to hold yourself up, his pretty brown curls sticking to his forehead as the sweat dripped down his face.
Heavy pants and moans fill the room as he picks up the pace.
“St-eve-“
Steven swore he could’ve came right there. Hearing the sound of your voice shakily cry out his name made him twitch.
He was lost in bliss, his eyes watching the way he slid in and out of you perfectly made him bite his lip. The white ring of slick forming at the base of his cock makes him hiss.
“Always so pretty” he hums, his hand holding your face up to his as he watches your watery eyes roll back as he pulls you into a kiss.
Both of you moan into each other, the sweet taste of ice cream from his snacking before lingering on his tongue as you sloppily kissed.
You could feel the knot forming in your stomach. Steven could see it, the way your stomach clenched and high-pitched whines escaped you.
“I’ve got you love” his raspy voice purred as you clenched around him. Your nails dig into his arms, a loud moan leaving you as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.
A low chuckle leaves him as he watches you shake. His lap was a complete mess. Your slick covering his lap, slightly wetting his sweats as he sloppily fucks into you.
“Gonna fuck my cum into you doll, this pretty look on your face is driving me crazy” he huffs.
You nod at his words, the thought of him cumming in you making you clench as his breaths grow heavier.
Steven couldn’t believe this was happening, he swore it could’ve been a dream. The only way he knew he wasn’t dreaming was the feeling of your nails digging into his skin, he loved when you bruised him up.
“Go- on- fuckk” Steven cries out as he sloppily fucks his cum into you. Both of your moans synced as he fucked you full. The feeling of his warm seed filling you was addicting. You knew you’d start birth control as soon as you felt him leaking out of you.
“Love you so much, so much” he pants as you fall onto his chest. Your sweaty bodies connected as he moved the hair out of your face.
“I’m sorr-“
You knew what he was going to apologize for. You could care less that he fucked you awake for the first time, you loved it more than you expected. “Shhh” you hummed as you shook your head “Don’t apologize”.
He let out a sigh as you hugged him tightly.
“Let’s get you cleaned up”
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traegorn · 4 months
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Hey-o! Tis the season for people to talk about how the holidays were "actually pagan" and I'm on the hunt for sources about how that's really not the case, if you have any you'd recommend!
Okay, so the problem is there are so many weird "Christmas is stolen!" bullshit memes going around, it's so hard to just give you a comprehensive list of sources. Christmas celebrations have evolved as the religion has spread, and different things come from different times...
The key here is to go for academic sources. This is a question of history, and a well supported historical research is going to tell you whether they're operating from primary, secondary or tertiary sources.
So while I can't give you a simple list, let me give you a couple of examples off the top of my head and give you tips on how to investigate any the dumb claims that get passed around.
Christmas being in December: So a lot of people go for the "Christmas is in December so it can steal from [INSERT SOLSTICE CELBRATION]" is ahistorical... because we know exactly why Christmas is in December. Because the guys who made the decision argued with each other and left behind written documentation. The two big names you need to look up are  Clement of Alexandria (who pitched January 6th) and Hippolytus of Rome (who proposed December 25th). This is around the turn of the third century, and you can find both of their writings. Some folks have questioned the authenticity of some of Hippolytus of Rome's writings, but Clement of Alexandria's seem well supported. These were internal arguments about when the birth of Christ took place within the early church, and when they settled on late December. There are reasons for this, and you can read their arguments (it largely has to do with the importance of when Jesus was conceived -- they wanted that to be an important date and then added nine months to it). Importantly though, because linear time is a thing, this means Christmas was set in December before the Christianization of the Germanic and Norse tribes... so anyone who says Christmas was set to December to correspond with Yule doesn't understand the concept of "coincidences."
The Christmas Tree: The Christmas tree was invented in 16th century Germany. That's... that's just written down all over the place. Now, there are legends about Martin Luther being the first who did it -- but I'm pretty certain that's just an embellishment that got added on. There are preceding traditions where part of an evergreen was brought into the home as a part of solstice traditions (though some will claim the Egyptians did this? Which is wild -- likely misinterpreting their use of palm fronds as the same thing), but the act of taking a whole ass tree, cutting it down, putting it in your house, and decorating it? That's 16th century Germany all the way. You can rabbit hole so many sources on that one, but honestly just pick apart the citations on the Wikipedia page. Putting a branch in your house and dragging a whole tree in are very different acts.
Jesus's story is copied from [INSERT RANDOM GOD]: There are so many of these, and some are just downright disrespectful to major world religions (the Krishna version of the meme especially). The answer is... just see if what the meme is saying about the god is supported by the mythology. Like I've seen ones that says Dionysus was "born of a virgin." If you know anything about the Greek gods, you're probably already laughing on the floor. Horus gets dragged into this too, because Gerald Massey was trying to pull a "White Goddess but with Dudes." But any serious research on Horus will tell you the supposed parallels aren't supported by the mythology.
So sorry, this wasn't so much sources you can use as it is how to look for them to begin with. Because there's just so, so much. This isn't even covering cases of syncretism, where pre-existing cultural traditions got continued post-Christianization. Because it's almost always the case that if a pre-Christian practice endured post Christianization, it's because people decided to keep doing it -- not because the church was trying to "steal" it. The latter means there was some mustache twirling plan behind it, when the former means (usually) the church went "Well, they're paying their tithes and saying it's for Jesus, so who gives a shit?"
I'm just going to finish this off with linking to my podcast episode on this, along with Ocean Keltoi's great Yule video on the topic. Hopefully that helps.
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gavalaa · 6 months
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Sketches of all my redone designs for my Phantom Thieves from my AU, Icarus! Lots of info down below on the cut, so if you want to know more about the details and inspiration, feel free to keep reading!
This includes Akechi’s design for his Princely/Robin Hood attire, BEFORE his Icarus attire you might have seen from my other posts! Check out the Icarus AU tag for more info! Icarus has a main focus on Akechi and his relationship to the thieves, but the AU is actually an entire rewrite with new designs, 3rd semester and epilogue/strikers/tactica stories, hence Zenkichi and Sophia’s inclusion.
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I decided to include more motifs towards their persona’s and general vibes; and also just my own personal touches haha.
AKIRA - Not much has changed, I really like his design overall. I raised his boots to be like Arsene’s and changed his neck area.
MORGANA - I hate the OG pill shaped head, his new design is based heavily on the shape of Palico’s from Monster Hunter. Added a little more nod to Zorro/His persona motifs and also just made him cuter! Little hamburger headed cat.
RYUJI - I made him a little bulkier and gave some more weight to his outfit overall. I gave him heavier boots and a slightly buffer build to relate back more to his sporty style.
ANN - honestly was never too big on her latex outfit, I wanted to call back to a personal favorite female lead; Christine Daae, and used one of the versions of her Don Juan costume as inspiration. I remember seeing Phantom live and in many stage versions of her character, the Don Juan scene was a pure moment of female control, and she was truly working the Phantom and controlling every movement on the stage. Her presence is commanding, and I thought it was a very fitting tribute to Ann’s character as feminine strength. (I’m absolutely not referring to the movie iteration of Daae btw.)
YUSUKE - I referred to some historical art and legend of Goemon to add more elements of design to his outfit. When I color them, I want to add some really strong pops of color to his clothing to really drive the aesthetics and artistry home.
MAKOTO - Another totally redid outfit, I opted to give her a design which relates back to Popess Joan, and also Anat. I gave her a clawed hand on her right side and an uncovered hand on her left as both a nod to Anat’s hand raised in iconography of her from art history, but also to show the duality of Anat’s title as both a goddess of war, and of love. It also relates to the mythology of Joan and her nature as both a leader and a martyr. I changed her mask to a Venetian Commedia mask as well.
FUTABA - ok. I’ll be honest. I never liked her skin-tight outfit, it just doesn’t match her personality at all. Also, the high tech Egyptian feel never really sold me. I totally understand the tomb thing, but I truthfully think a dungeon/palace which was more like… tech/nerd themed would have been much more “futaba” the inspiration for this new outfit relates back to her persona, the Necromomicon, as well as her nerdy personality, and her affiliation as Alibaba (Ali Baba.) I wanted to go more lovecraftian, long sleeves and patterning designed to look more like lovecraftian tendrils, and big baggy pants and her classic shoes to match. The patterning on her undershirt will resemble a rib cage, both as a reference to her deathly “tomb” iconography, but also to Lovecraftian and Necronomicon lore. I think she matches the description of a nerdy, techie DND dungeon master more than the initial outfit, so that’s the route I took personally.
HARU - relating back to some fashions from 17th c France, where Milady’s story (the three musketeers) takes place, I kept her design relatively similar. I just gave her a little more iconography relating to the three musketeers and that general timeframe.
AKECHI - in his pre-Icarus outfit, I’ve given him a princely sort of outfit befitting of his two faced nature, and edited it to relate to Robin Hood a little more. I tried to keep it sleek and just generally very concealing and layered.
SUMIRE - i gave her some iconography relating back to one of her personas, who is an inference to Freya. I also included some more nods to classic Cinderella, with fantasy gown elements. Overall, relatively similar.
ZENKICHI - again, relatively similar, I really like his outfit. I just opened up the face some to show more personality and spiced up the outfit generally to keep it matching. honestly, les mis/Valjean was a hard one, but I also think his character could be heavily related back to Edmond Dante (Monte Cristo.) so I gave some nods to that as well.
SOPHIA - I turned her into a FINGIE!!!! I made her whole dress as a nod to her persona/to pandora’s tiles around her/the pillars. I wanted to make her small and almost unnatural since she’s an AI, and I thought having a little guy on the team would add some more variation.
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raayllum · 2 days
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Key to His Heart Theory: Shot Through the Heart, and You're (S5) to Blame
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Intro
So a little over a year ago (since usually I think about things meta wise for at least a good month before writing them down), I wrote a meta about why I thought the Key of Aaravos might hold a quasar diamond, specifically Aaravos' missing chest piece. His heart, if you will.
At the time, I thought it was a very strong contender for what the cube might be, even if it didn't necessarily give us a clear depiction on what it might be used for, and was again operating under the assumption the cube itself is something Aaravos even wants back or needs (which is assumption still, at this point).
It made sense loosely with some of the new information we'd gleaned about the cube from S4 (mostly the Callum pawn intro with its bright flashing light, the emphasis on hearts in the narrative with Ezran's speech, the 4x04 flashbacks) and was likewise built upon a previous meta regarding the series' use of Egyptian mythology (Thoth and Ibis being present somewhat in Callum's arc, the main trio's parallels to another Egyptian myth trio, Aaravos' mirror and mirrors as objects of divination, and potential matching symbolism with the ankh).
The Key to His Heart theory was also built on previous seasons — largely the Magma Titan plot line, and Avizandum being stabbed in the heart — in addition to Aaravos' chest piece, seemingly, being notably absent, which seemed indicative of certain lines from the short stories, particularly Rayla (S4's Dear Callum), but we'll talk more about these later:
Please don’t let this hurt too much. But, if it does—if you feel that soft aching—know that that piece of your heart isn’t missing. It’s not missing at all, Callum: I’m carrying it with me! Always.
If you're interested in this theory and want to know about it, I recommend reading the two metas I've linked above, as the rest of this won't really be delving too much into what I've already written about, and talking about how season five has given more potential evidence.
With that out of the way, let's get into it in rough order of "most to least" likely:
Season Five
TDP Reflections
Whereas hearts weren't mentioned too much in the short stories leading up to S4, they became a reoccurring motif every TDP reflection story going into S5.
Fools. They might as well have held their own hearts, beating and bloody, in the palms of their hands. Kim’dael knew that if she showed them her heart—or something convincingly like it—the Sunfire elves would do exactly what she wanted them to do.
“Rayla,” she said, meeting Redfeather’s gaze. “My name is Rayla. And I’m going home.” Redfeather sighed. “Oh, you bleeding heart.”
“They balk at shadows, then.” Aditi pulled a slip of white-hot metal from the forge and turned to place it upon a gilded anvil. “I see your heart—and I am not afraid.”
It stared up at him. Ezran felt a coldness twist its way around his heart. It took his lungs, too, and for a long moment he could not breathe, could not feel anything but an unfamiliar anger so potent it seized the whole of him, inside and out.
Viren staggers backwards, his last breath shuddering through the blade. His white robes turn red at his heart. Something in Soren’s own chest shatters along old cracks, but he cannot look away. 
“You are stronger than this. All storms end!” Rex rumbled a snort through flared nostrils. “What lies at its heart?” 
 He wept for his city, his people, and the darkness struck deep into their hearts.
While one may say it ends with a sunrise, another will insist it ends at nightfall. Yet at the heart of the story is a single, simple truth…A star fell from the sky.
From where Kim’dael stood, she could only see the brilliant aura of its magic. For a moment, it was as though the queen’s heart overflowed with light.
Now, some of this is undeniably because a heart is a short hand for emotion and one of our most useful metaphors for communicating a variety of emotion. However, I did think it was particularly interesting / eye catching that these lines tended to overlap with the series' growing light and darkness motif and emphasis on wounds/scars (to the point we have a 5x02 episode titled "Old Wounds" that refers to both Viren's past and Callum and Rayla's healing relationship).
But by far the one that struck me the most, and seemed the most reminiscent of how Aaravos's (literal?) wound manifests is this paragraph from Claudia's short story:
Lissa had left her years ago, but the space she had owned in Claudia’s heart remained. It was a dark place now, hard and hateful, its edges raw as a wound that had forgotten to heal.
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Mountains had crumbled and left in their wake a vast new sea. It was as though the land had been dealt a great wound and bled a hundred years. Terror washed across the remnants of humanity like a wave: What power could fell mountains? Turn all the world dark, and bleed a sea from stones?
—Ripples (pre-S5)
As well as Aaravos' clear desire to have revenge over the Startouch elves for something that seems to go beyond the resentment over just being banished:
I have not seen the stars in centuries. But when I see them again—when the stars are forced to look upon me, their dark brother—they will know how I have waited. And when everything they have built lies shattered, I will savor their fall from the sky. For I have been patient.
—Patience (pre-S4)
We don't know yet if we are going to get more TDP reflections going into S6 or S7, but given the way the previous stories emphasize the heart as both a symbolic idea (a darkened, hollowed out heart) and a literal entity you can hold in your hands... It's clear there's something going on symbolism else, otherwise why be so consistent? But enough of the reflections, for now.
Time to talk about S5 itself.
Laurelion
Previously, I thought the cube in the intro (a literal glow toy, as Rayla identified back in 1x05) already had similar properties to the star-glow effect in the title intro back at S4.
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At the time, this was more of a guess. Most of the Star magic we'd seen at that point we weren't able to fully identify as such, it seemed a bit more magenta in colour, and while there was a parallel in the bright flash of light upon releasing Sir Sparklepuff, there's also a bright flash when the prison is actually made. It's just a good short hand for a crescendo of magical power, you know? We didn't know if quasar diamonds were even going to be white, besides the one presumably in Aaravos' chest concept art wise.
And yet — it still felt like something to me. Then S5 with Laurelion came along.
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The Death of the Immortal
K: "And though undying, took last breath, immortal Laurelion was no more." C: That's good, right? I mean when someone "was no more," that's — that's dead, yeah? K: It's a bit confusing, but that is the clearest implication. Though it is somewhat odd they call them undying and immortal. C: Well, that doesn't sound so immortal? Laurelion "was no more". K: Right. C: But how? How did they...? K: Right here. "White as the star's heart it pierced, ivory draconic brought death's bite known ever forth as Novablade." C: It's a sword.
There's a few noteworthy things about this whole exchange:
The poem has to be relevant eventually, otherwise why include it at all when you easily could've just had Kazi and Callum stumble across the sword period?
It confirms that the heart of a star is something that can be pierced, presumably removed, and white, which I think is the biggest "hell yeah" to the 4x04 intro
There is no reason to point out the contradictions in the poem itself unless A) the sword doesn't work the way we think it does and/or B) we are going to find out why the "undying and immortal" thing matters — and they make sure to emphasize the contradictions quite a bit as well, so they definitely want us to notice
If Laurelion died, and Aaravos took his place, that would explain how Laurelion — identity wise — could die while the same person under a new name could also remain alive / immortal
We learn in Rayla's pre-S5 short story that Ghosts don't often keep their real names, and take a new one as the final severance of their bond with their old community. For all extents and purposes, Aaravos was Ghosted (banished) from his community as well. Taking a new name would make sense
"That must've been when [Harrow] fell." "Fell? Fell! He didn't fall, Rayla, he didn't trip and fall on the ground — he got killed!" (2x08)
There's more speculation here regarding the actual sword and draconic ivory, but that is another post for another day that other smart people have made if you are interested. For now let's just focus on the heart.
We know Laurelion had a heart; we know it got stabbed with the Novablade, leaving Laurelion both no more (i.e. dead) and yet immortal / undying. We know that Arc 2 in particular has had an emphasis on losing your sense of self and identity ("I was his puppet" / "We can't save everyone, Soren" / "But I'm not evil. It's me" / all of Viren's dream visions). We know that a Star's heart is white. We know that Aaravos seemingly used to have one, and now it's either missing or impermanent, only visible sometimes.
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(Putting a pin in the second image cause we'll roll back around to it in the counter evidence section.)
We know his chest centrepiece glowed when he was imprisoned, and we know it was seemingly gone when he got banished. We know something about the Key of Aaravos was able to reveal his treachery.
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I'm not saying any of this is for sure connected, but it does make you think, at least a little?
That, and it'd play into another bit of potential interesting foreshadowing / symbolism we got in s5 with
Viren Heart Theory
This is another theory I've discussed in more detail elsewhere, so I'm going to link to it here, but it wouldn't feel right to not talk about it at least a little here. Basically the theory is that Viren used his own blood / a piece of his heart, or possibly the whole thing, and the relic staff in order to save Soren when he was a young child.
This is largely due to Viren's spotlight turning red after he begs to be able to save Soren, and cinched by Kpp'Ar pointing specifically at Viren's heart only for Viren to deflect and start talking about Soren's case specifically. Whatever he did seemed to make him more 'powerful,' but at a great personal cost ("In the name of love you may perform acts that are so unforgivable, you will never forgive yourself") and something he finds the need to justify ("I had to do something! I had to save him! I had no choice!").
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If Viren did this, it also adds another layer to Viren's sentiment of "Harrow's death breaks my heart" being well, half-hearted, in addition to Soren literally stabbing illusion Viren in the heart in 3x09. Viren mutilated his heart for his son's life, stopped being able to properly express love to said son, and then Soren stabbed his father right in the place that presumably saved him as a child. Ouch.
It seems likely that one of the reasons Aaravos was able to prey so aptly on Viren's desire for importance and attention — to Matter — was because Aaravos might've tried and failed earlier on to get the Startouch elves to listen to him pre-banishment. Being ignored, exiled, and disempowered is something he can relate to, and something he doesn't mind taking advantage of when it suits him.
However, if this combination could save someone Viren loved, it makes me wonder if Aaravos did something similar to likewise try (and fail?) to save someone he loved, too. It's either that or the Startouch elves just completely ripped it out, so... I guess we'll have to see?
But yeah — if Viren did it, then I'm expecting it's more likely that Aaravos did it, too. That is all.
The Pawn Intros
But Dragons, you say, didn't we already talk about the Callum pawn intro?
And to that I say yes, but — thanks to a promo S6 picture of Aaravos crying, we know something else very important about said intros that we didn't know before: they take place at the Sea of the Cast Out.
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The sky, the mountains... the fact we know, thanks to the statues in 5x09, that this is likely where Aaravos' grief — his wound, if you will — began to bleed and take root, leading to his thousands of years of seeking vengeance and using just about anything or anyone he could. This is, presumably, where his chess game started... and where it is, symbolically at least, going to end.
Okay, so it's the Sea of the Cast Out — why does that matter?
Well, we know the Sea of the Cast Out is a site of literal trauma for Aaravos. We know, thanks to the statues of Aaravos and the Merciful One, that it plays into the same reaching motif we see Viren participate in quite a few times, both in his intro and in other places/relationships (most notably Sarai, Harrow, and Terry).
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The Sea of the Cast Out is also, perhaps more importantly for this theory's purposes, near Elarion. What little we do know about the city beyond it being an important place for humans and dark magic ties it repeatedly to nature through The Midnight Star poem:
Elarion, trembling seed, lay down to earth in icy night, and in the cold her roots took hold defying winter’s deathly bite. Elarion, fading bloom, afraid to wilt and dim and die, [...] Elarion, dying husk, did wilt and whimper in the dark [...] Elarion, black-eyed child, her twisted roots spread deep and far,
as well as a tale about the Flowers of Elarion, precious blooms that could soothe the senses and turned to dust come morning—flowers that were left as "a fair exchange of beloved for beloved" (Tales of Xadia). Put a pin that Exchange idea because I swear we're gonna come back to it but not in the usual way you might be expecting, or at least not entirely.
And we have good reason to believe this nature motif is tied to Aaravos' current imprisonment as well, given how present flower imagery is for his mirror.
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So the Sea of the Cast Out and Elarion seem to be the two places we know of thus far that are not only the most important to Aaravos, but the most instrumental to his banishment. It would not surprise me if either Aaravos got involved in what would become Elarion either because he was banished, or it was what he was banished over, or if discovering the truth of what happened there is likewise why the Archdragons were partially like "Yeah, we gotta lock this guy up" (now that they knew he posed a serious threat). The fact that Elarion is referred to as a child (everything with "blood of a child,"), black-eyed (which denotes dark magic), and winter's "deathly bite" ("White as the star's heart it pierced, / ivory draconic brought death's bite") just all ties together nicely in being related even if we're not totally sure how.
But Aaravos having his chest piece removed by force / as punishment in addition to being cast out by the Startouch elves, or him taking it out himself and giving it to someone who was lost... There's a lot of roads to get here as to why this stuff all seems connected if the Key is indeed his chest piece, which offers up both a power up, a sad tragic backstory, some baller symbolism, and some nice double meanings as to what it is key wise.
As the Key works in the moment, it doesn't seem like it's something that would be very useful to a primal mage, as other than pretty easily identifiable gemstones they wouldn't be using much the key identifies. However, the function of the Key being able to categorize and sort magical creatures and plants from each other is something that is very useful if you're a dark mage and need to shore up your ingredients list.
If the Key has Aaravos' chest piece in it, there are two main prongs this offers:
It may have been instrumental in helping humans discover dark magic, hence the "Elarion, searing white" and could also be the Gift the poem speaks of. Aaravos removed it himself (love makes you weak?), gave it to his chosen human, chosen human died, and he was locked out of Startouch realm as a combined result. This offers the clearest connection between why Aaravos' mirror has the nature motif and why Aaravos is crying in the beginning of 6x01.
It was removed by the Startouch elves and lost/hidden, forcing Aaravos to be away from his old home until he could find it again. This is the clearest explanation as to why the Key might be relevant on a plot level. It could give him the power up he needs to get out of his prison and barring that, it's what he needs to wreck havoc and gain access to the Startouch elves to get revenge on them
It also allows what we learn of the cube in 2x06 to have multiple meanings:
The Key is revealed in an episode called The Heart of a Titan. We're led to assume that this is just the Magma Titan, and you could perhaps make an argument the dual meaning (just like how Breaking the Seal refers to the letter and the titan's chest) refers to Harrow or Callum's capacity to love. But, given that one of Aaravos' most prominent mythic comparisons is to Prometheus, a literal Titan, well...
"It unlocks something of great power in Xadia" would work equally well if it's a Key literally made from Aaravos, not just to Aaravos. And the past 2 seasons in particular have emphasized over and over again just how powerful and dangerous he is
The salvation and destruction motif that is inherent in the key, ("I just have a feeling this key thing can help me" / "It's the key of Aaravos, no good will come of it") as keys are linked to chains and freedom with the ability to lock and unlock, is rampant in 2x06, as Viren states that Xadia and the Magma Titan "held both the promise of our salvation and threat of our destruction." This goes double for Sarai sacrificing her life to save Viren
And to round back to Viren and his intro, I don't think it's a coincidence that
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is one of the first things Aaravos ever says to Viren, particularly when trying to earn Viren's trust. (Nor that Aaravos considers that Zubeia and co. "betrayed" him when "he would lower his guard," just before the imprisonment.) And while Aaravos gains Viren's trust as a political ally here first, it's also clear that he's actually primarily preying upon Viren's deepest emotional desires here as well: to be listened to. To matter.
Viren wasn't listened to by the monarchs around him (Harrow). He wanted to be important (to them). He wanted to matter.
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"It is everything to me, to know that I matter. It's all I ever wanted."
Aaravos: Search your heart. There is something you want very badly. (2x09) Zubeia: He was able to give them something they wanted very badly. (4x04)
And that's what Aaravos offered him, with power and knowledge just being the bait. (If you're interested in more detailed thoughts on this aspect of Viren / their dynamic, check out this meta here.)
More to the point, I do lean towards the Key's plot purposes being 1) a power-up that may be needed for him to get out of his mirror and 2) something that likewise allows him to see the other Startouch elves again. After all, the Silvergrove gave each elf a similar kind of key:
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But y'know what, let's talk about Rayla now, because
The Missing Piece of Your Heart
As stated earlier, Rayla's letter has a consistent metaphor when it comes to family and loss:
I remember how I felt when my parents left me to join the Dragonguard, like PART OF MY HEART WAS MISSING and I would never feel right again. I thought I hated them when they did that to me. In the beginning, it felt so big and terrible—like raging despair—but, overtime, it became a soft, sweet ache—a reminder of that missing part of my heart. [...] Please don’t let this hurt too much. But, if it does—if you feel that soft aching—know that that piece of your heart isn’t missing. It’s not missing at all, Callum: I’m carrying it with me! Always.
This struck me as interesting when the letter first came out, as it was a departure from most of Rayla's previous heart motif ("My heart for Xadia") and even the one attributed to her one half of her parents ("My heart goes out with this one"). Why have the motif suddenly switch up when it would've worked just as well, or been doubly romantic + a Ruthari parallel, to just have it be the whole heart?
Then season four came out, and I understood, because, well...
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Upon her return, Rayla brings back that "missing piece" of "Callum's heart". It's a painful restoration and doesn't run entirely smooth, but in season five in particular we see him be much more like his older, happier self once he's let himself love her again, and how steadfast he is in said love ("To love is simply know this...").
But, in a moment that could've been exclusively about Rayla, nor did it need for Stella's connection to the Star arcanum to be this prominent in the same moment, they choose to likewise highlight Rayla 'bringing home' the missing piece of Aaravos' heart, too.
This symbolism is also consistent with how the key is introduced in the first place, i.e. first thought of because Rayla's drawing in Callum's sketchbook (another gift from Harrow) reminds Callum of it, and her ultimately being the one to retrieve it even once things at the Banther Lodge take a turn towards the south.
Furthermore, we do have reason to believe that Rayla is indeed the 'Key to Callum' in a sense, particularly after 5x08. Just like how a key can both lock and unlock — give freedom or entrapment — Rayla symbolizes a great deal of duality in Callum's life, including but not limited to:
Leading him to primal magic (1x03, 5x08) and dark magic (2x07, 5x08)
Light ("No one can control you or make your choices for you" / Ray of light) and dark ("But the second you see that elf girl in pain, you completely lost yourself" / "Stay safe, and stay in the light. Don't look for me")
Being routinely emphasized in Callum's arc with Aaravos, especially in S4
"Now you're back. That's kind of good, and it's kind of bad" / "You have to hold pain and love in your heart at the same time" / "And when she came back, I was so happy, and so mad at the same time"
Salvation ("Rayla saves people [...] that's what makes her a hero") and destruction (being willing to die / do dark magic for her)
The Ocean arcanum realization being both positive and negative, just as the poem itself takes on a different shape across the season in regards to how Callum views her and how he views himself while being motivated by his love for her / Ezran
“Wow. So [the berries] look identical, but they might kill you or they might save you,” Callum said. “Exactly. Just like me…” Rayla smiled.
—Book One: Sky novelization
If you're interested in a more specific meta on this dichotomy, I recommend this meta written pre-s4 and this more recent one about 5x08 specifically.
I've written before about Rayla have a weird consistency with the cube as well, particularly in her being the primary carrier of its foreshadowing for most of arc 1, with Callum only really doing so in 1x04 and having Rayla pick up the slack the rest of the time:
"It's a toy, a piece from a children's game" (1x04) as well as "It's a glow toy" (1x05) are now literally true as the cube is 1) involved in Aaravos' game and 2) literally glows a bright flashing light circa the 4x04 intro.
"Are you practicing magic or are you losing to Bait at a game of rolly-cubes?" (2x07 right after Callum calls it a key) came to pass, somewhat if not outright, it seems, in 5x08. Callum practices two different magics, Rayla is literal bait in exchange for the glow-toad, and the episode ends with Callum being worried he's potentially losing Aaravos' 'game' so to speak — that he's made himself more vulnerable to the Startouch elf's control.
Two lines of hers regarding the cube that have not yet come to pass are "This doesn't end well for you" (1x05) and "I hope it was worth it to you, putting everyone's lives in danger" (1x04) but I expect that we'll get them soon enough.
Rayla's 'tether' to a the cube does, of course, loop back into the Flowers of Elarion tale, in which there was a fair exchange of beloved for beloved. If the Key does indeed hold Aaravos' heart (and that is still a very big If), whether it would include an actual exchange is still debatable, but it seems inevitable that she would at least play a part. (If you're interested in more thoughts on Rayla + the cube, check out this meta pre-s4.)
Where the game motif gets the most interesting, I think, is where it intersects with the idea Aaravos mentions in 2x09 regarding, "Those who fail tests of love are simple animals," and one of the TDP short stories in particular having one very interesting tidbit:
“My behavior is—?” “—unusual,” Corvus repeated, nodding. “Very unusual. Ever since you started challenging me to all these little games.” Soren squirmed. His pauldrons clanked as his shoulders slumped. “They aren’t games. They’re tests. Ugh…I’m really messing this up.”
Since Rayla is going to have her "My heart for Xadia" undeniably tested, it would make sense if Callum and Aaravos' hearts came into play too, don't you think?
Other Misc Symbolism / Oddities
Last but not least, we have our odds and ends that didn't fit in the other sections, but I thought may be worthwhile to mention anyway.
For starters, we have screencaps (most notably in 3x06) where you can see a visible dip in Aaravos' tiddies chest that indicates something was removed, and it's not just an artificial darkness.
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We have Aaravos touching a fist to his heart twice before he bows and indicates that Callum is going to "play" into his hands (remember that game motif?).
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We have this shot, which is the exact kind of thing that "crew makes sure the Ocean and Moon runes are most prominently on display in Callum's dark magic dreams to foreshadow him doing dark magic in S5 Ocean for his Moonshadow gf 3 seasons later" would absolutely do and think they're So Funny about. "No gem for star magic" except the one you're unknowingly holding in your hand, am I right?
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Finally, we have precedent that dark magic can 'darken' your heart both in show when Amaya passes the light trial ("A human that is pure of heart") and in the graphic novels with Claudia ("Your heart is not yet darkened") which allows her to see the map to a unicorn (The Puzzle House).
@self-spaghettification also noted that the bright white flash of the star in the 'o' of Aaravos' name in the Arc 2 intro momentarily looks like and makes the shape of the Nova Blade, which is also very cool.
Honourable mention to Rayla going "it's a piece from a children's game" and Ezran going "you said each of the archdragons had a piece of the puzzle" and the Orphan Queen and Jailer presumably working together to trap Aaravos. I think about that shit every day.
Evidence to the Contrary / Alternatives
But like I said at the start, there are plenty of alternatives or feasible pitfalls to consider. This theory resides on a few assumptions after all, that may not be true, such as Aaravos not actually needing the key for anything other than as a lure for Callum, it could purely have something to do with the Nova Blade and nothing to do with the prison, or even have something to do with the nature of magic itself, capable of great good as well as great evil.
His chest piece could've always been more immaterial and dark magic has just darkened it rather than it being removed. Aaravos may have stabbed Laurelion in order to use that heart diamond to partially make the Relic Staff he passed onto Ziard, or Aaravos' chest piece could be in the staff itself, and the cube is something else entirely.
Conclusion
In the end, as we go forward into S6 all the above is more less my personal bet as to where I think we really could go in terms of answering a lot of these questions we've had for a few seasons now. I hope you enjoyed reading the theory and considering (and possibly subscribing to) it, as well as getting your own thoughts stimulated. If any of the above happens I will cry for days and no matter what, I am deeply intrigued to see where S6 takes Aaravos' backstory and, of course, his cube. Luckily:
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a/n: Thank you, for all the lovely interactions I got with my first chapter! I'm glad you like it as much as I do and I hope this 2nd chapter meets your expectations&lt;;33
Warnings: fluff, NOT beta read, gushing about the moonboys, flustered awkward dorks, plot-twists, Jake being a menace, (eventual smut, the chapters will be marked individually), inaccurate depictions of DID, egyptian mythology and religion (although I did extensive research I took liberty in changing some things to adhere to my plot...), if I missed anything or made any spelling mistakes pls don't hesitate to tell me!
Summary: You haven't seen Jake for a while and are sure you won't ever meet him again. In fact you've convinced yourself to be unbothered by that theory and are planning to live with it. In typical Jake fashion, those plans are to be disrupted with a surprise visit to his new, favourite part of town...
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Two weeks later
You continue working on your latest hyperfixated studies in the library and try your best to forget about him. You knew it was probable that you weren't going to see him again. So you quickly went back to drawing the library kitten, when you weren't working at the shelter or studying. You tried your best to stick to the cat and really focus on her cute paws and the green spots in her honey coloured eyes…but even those somehow remind you of him. This of course brings back the feeling of you pressed between the bookshelf and his front. His thumb on your chin and his crooked nose so close to brushing yours…how in the hell were you supposed to forget? Him and his advances rivalled many good romances you had read about. The library was starting to feel stuffy so you decided to take a break from sketching and to go get a coffee in the cute place next door. 
Giving the kitty one last treat before stepping out the door, you turn around to wave the cat goodbye ‘byeee barry! See you again soo-’ you stumble backwards over the sidewalk landing on someone. You’re about to apologise when-
‘we really gotta stop meetin’ like this, nena’ Like in any bad romance you meet him again by literally falling into Jake's lap. You look over your shoulder and see him smirking while resting his chin on your shoulder, making his face be much closer than you had expected. You scramble to your feet and dust off your sweater. Leaving him sitting on the floor. ‘Not even gonna help me up?? ay…que mala’ he tutted. He stands up swiftly, looking very pleased with himself. 
‘Hello to you too Jake, i-if you could excuse me I really need to go get my coffee’ you say while you push past him, walking two steps but stopping when he stands in your way looking almost panicked.
‘W-wait wait darling, let me buy you a coffee…please?’ 
You almost make a comment about the very british nickname but are taken aback by his uncharacteristic pleading eyes. It seemed very unlike him but you weren't about to refuse the pretty man you’ve been pining over. ‘Alright- Sure Jake, let's get coffee’ you say smiling but feeling like something's off. You walk slightly ahead, leading him to the nearby cafe. You can see Jake in your peripheral vision, he looked really nervous, seemed to be twitching weirdly and muttering some intelligible things. Maybe he was just in his head about something...you didnt wanna pay it any mind. You entered the „Moonbean “ café. It was this cute and cosy place with lots of natural light and many plants. After you get your ice coffee and Jake (to your surprise) buys himself a black tea with oat milk and honey, you sit down at a corner booth.
‘Ssso, ahem Jake. Is there anything you wanted to tell me or..?’ you ask, trying to make this situation seem like a normal sircumstance. ‘um yes! Or well no…it's kinda hard to explain but I need to know how you know…well- me..?’ he says while glancing into your eyes intently. ‘...okay, Jake I don't follow..’ you laugh awkwardly. ‘Okay so here's the deal' he rubs his hand over his face distressedly, 'I have DID, also known as dissociative identity disorder a-and we are two people in this system. Marc and Steven- well me! Steven' he takes a deep breath and keeps going. 'So, I wanted to have a coffee with you because we have been feeling like there might be a third consciousness, sharing our body that we don't know about...’ Steven says just a smidge too fast ‘...okay…Steven…what makes you think I have got any information on this third consciousness?’ you ask genuinely curious. You have read about DID but you have never actually talked to anybody that lived with it. 
‘Well…you did call me Jake about five times which leads me to think that erm- you might know a thing or two about him.’ just now you noticed how his entire presence was completely different from Jakes. Jake led with his chest and had a confident smirk practically glued on his face. Steven on the other hand looked tired and like he wanted to hide from any discomfort around him. His shoulders were rounded and his eyes looked like those of a lost puppy in need of a hug, which you were very inclined to give him. Unfortunately for you, his lack of confidence did not make him any less attractive. Which meant you still couldn't tear your eyes away from his features and had to work hard on not embarrassing yourself like last time. Remembering you had to answer him you perked up ‘right, well- I only know him in passing. How come you knew he was at the library?’ you say trying to redirect his attention away from your potentially…strange connection to Jake, don’t really wanna out yourself as a stalker…‘Funny story actually- erm I found this wood-panel in my floor that had a burner phone, gloves, a flat-cap and a small notebook with a folded piece of paper hidden inside. These items confirmed mine and Marc's belief that there might be a third. What surprised us more tho, is what we saw when we unfolded the paper…let me..’ he clears his throat and reaches into his satchel, he hands you the paper but looks to the side, avoiding eye-contact. You unfold it…and immediately want to die. ’oh fuck me- so um- w-what made you think it had anything todo with the- um, library?’ You try to keep your composure but it's very hard when the drawing was of course the sketch he’d taken from your collection two weeks ago. Naturally, he’d gotten his hands on one of the more "racey" drawings you’d drawn of him, you weren't entirely surprised that stalking a handsome stranger could ever come back to haunt you. 
‘So the paper has a footnote printed on it with an address…see? Right here a-above my- well Jakes bound wrists- ahem well yes so then w-we came here and bumped into you…’ his sentence died out and he shyly looked away while blushing. Steven was an adorable man, you were finding it hard to really focus on this serious conversation when all you could think about was how his hair was so unruly this time and his curls were bouncing above his eyebrows, making him look even prettier. How he wears his clothes two sizes too big, hiding his broad shoulders beneath 4 different layers of fabric. You snap out of it ‘so um- any idea who drew it?’ you ask while feeling a warm sensation crawl up your back and your heart-beat increasing ever so slightly. ‘Well- since it’s more…intimate in nature we assume he is perhaps seeing someone..?’ Inhaling sharply you try to stay calm. You really didn't want to tell them that you, a stranger, drew this but seeing Steven so exhausted and distressed convinced you to do the right thing. ‘ um- so..ahhh well…I drew that…’ You closed your eyes and squinted, opening one eye to see Stevens reaction. He was frozen, you swallow strenuously ‘um- Steven..? Everything okay…?’ you ask reluctantly.
 He stares into your eyes and is blushing intensely, looking like a red traffic-light. He's so cute. ‘Yes! I am fine- sorry love, I-I just did not exp-’
 ‘not expect that a total stranger would draw a lewd picture of you? Well, yes I definitely understand that notion’ you laugh. Funnily enough, Steven's nervousness was helping you calm down a bit and not feel as awkward. But something tells you that having this conversation with Jake would've absolutely killed you. ‘Yeah, I also did not expect to immediately run into the artist behind our one and only clue about…Jake, is his name?’
 ‘Y-yes his name is Jake..’ even just saying his name made you feel flustered. Steven noticed your change of demeanour and found it pretty interesting, choosing to interrogate a bit further. ‘Darling- you were saying you know Jake in passing. Would you mind telling us more about the times you saw him? ’
 Were all of this man's personalities into giving you heart-melting nicknames? Maybe someday you’d get to meet Marc well enough to find out… you can’t stop your mind from conjuring up a rom-com-like sequence with them…baking together and going grocery shopping, getting caught making out in your paradise library and going home to keep climbing him like- a hand waving in front of your face interrupts your intriguing daydream. 'Are you okay, love? I know this is a lot to process- if you need a break just tell me, yeah?’
 ‘oh! Yes! I mean no- I am fine. Sure Steven, I'll tell you about Jake.’ You sit up in your chair and begin to tell him about seeing Jake for the first time. He puts his elbows on the table leaning in, not wanting to miss a single detail of your story. 
‘-so yeah then he walked out with this thick leather bound book. It had some Moons carved onto it's cover, that's all I can remember. Then I didn't see him for about a month, until he came back last week to return the book.’ You notice Steven's eyes light up at your mention of the moon-details.
‘he didn't buy the book?’ 
‘he couldn't, the book is a unique scripture and can only be loaned for a maximum of 30 days.’  
‘okay…but something still confuses me. When did you meet him, if he only came back to return the book- and how did he even get the drawing you made of him?’  God, you really didnt wanna talk about this. Maybe you could find a way around actually telling him about what happened, to avoid the embarrassment. ‘Well- he came in and gave back the book. Then he went to look around …and we accidentally bumped into each other. I dropped all my things and he picked up the drawing and kept it without me knowing. We introduced ourselves to each other aand…that's it! Then he left!’ 
‘huh…are you sure that's all that happened?’ He says, his eyes turning darker. you were starting to sweat. You never were a very good liar, especially if attractive people were the ones asking the questions. ‘Mhm! Yeah. That's all’ you haven’t been looking him in the eyes. Jake might have intense and hooded eyes but Steven had impossibly earnest and rounded eyes. You could never lie while looking into such an adorable face. only you hadn’t noticed that the man before you wasn't Steven anymore- ‘hola hermosa. You miss me?’ your head whips back towards him at the familiar nickname. In the short amount of time he had somehow, slid over to your side of the booth. ‘Chiquita…why don't you wanna tell him the truth, ah? You scared he might leave when you tell him about your...stalkerish tendencies? Steven is a smart man, he won't leave such a gorgeous woman behind...’ he winks at you moving closer so your thighs touch.
‘Jake- what is going on. Why aren't you talking to Steven? He’s saying he doesn't know anything about you- fuck me this is all too much’ You say exasperated. You jolt up feeling his breath on your neck. ‘mmh querida i’d love too but I think this cafe might not be the best place for such…improper activities…’ by now he's long moved into your personal space and started caressing you right above your knee, still breathig over your neck. ‘Jake- i-i am being serious I-’ His hand moves up your thigh gingerly and he starts grazing his nose over the spot under your ear. You’ve already forgotten what you were even talking about and why you were even in this coffee-shop to begin with. Your eyes were fluttering and you were breathing deeply trying to stay calm, feeling his hot breath fan over your neck. Once again, trapped between his chest and wooden furniture. He smelled so good, like dark coffee and vanilla, mirroring the bitter sweet smell of Stevens black tea perfectly. If you could buy his smell as a laundry detergent you would douse your linens in it. He circles his arm around your back and waist and lets it rest on your hip. You expose your neck further to him, inviting him in to keep going. You hear him chuckle and wait for him to start kissing your neck. Just as his lips are about to touch you, you feel his hand twitch on your hip, causing your eyes to snap open. You were surprised to see a pair of round and frantic eyes staring right back at yours. 
‘Oh Jesus christ! I am SO sorry, love. I don't know what came over me! P-please I promise. I really can’t contro-’ you cut in before he could continue his panicked rambling. 
‘Steven, it's okay! Don't worry, I-I understand this isn't really something you can control. No need to panic.’ you give him a warm smile which he returns with a blush. Putting your hand on his shoulder trying to reassure him with your gentle touch. His rather dreamy expression gets interrupted by a tense and pensive one. He shakes his head, seemingly shaking off his serious expression. You let go of his shoulder, placing your hand back in your lap.
‘so- just- just based on observations I-I just feel like you might be closer to Jake than you first led us to believe…?’ It wasn't as much a question as it was a statement. You really needed to come clean, even though this would most probably leave you a blubbering, flustered mess.
‘Alright, yes. But it’s not what you think- we never actually did anything intimate…we-we just came a bit close to it like twice or something…’
‘close to what exactly? Darling, i-i don't mean to be rude but we are still talking about things that happened with my body here, so I’d really like to know what happened...?’ You understand why he is getting frustrated but this was really hard to tell someone. Especially because this someone looked exactly like the person who you were just pressed against mere moments ago-
he interrupted your train of thought by calling out your name ‘sweetheart- please. I'm begging you to just tell me what happened’ he takes your hands in his making your arms tingle ‘yes! sorry Steven- this is just a lot to process. Okay i’ll tell you…’ You finally told him about the second “meet-cute”, when you dropped your things because you bumped into Jake after being too focused on his features and had lost sight of him. How he got closer and closer to you and you were trapped between him and the bookshelf. How you, just as before, brushed noses and almost kissed before being forced out of your bubble. After relaying the past events between you and Jake, you looked up from your twiddling fingers and were greeted by a glowing red Steven. He was tugging on the loose skin around his fingernails and had his hands barely peeking out of his too-long sweater, looking right past you. He had a sheen covering his face and couldn’t stop fidgeting. 
‘Steven i am really sorry if i made you feel uncomfortable, if I’d known…I just- I- I don’t think you understand-’ 
Now he refocused his gaze on your eyes and looked even more stunned than before. ‘Sorry to be so forward but- ugh just look at you! How the hell was I not supposed to study you?! You are every artist's dream, with those angular facial features and the inky black curls adorning your head I just can't believe you are this unaware of the effect you have on a room. I know I sound like an absolute cree-’ before you can keep going he cuts you off ‘Would you like to go on a date with me?’
You stopped talking, mouth open without a sound coming out of it. Did he just ask you out?
‘I- if you don’t want too I unde-‘
‘NOno! I mean YES- yes I’d love to go on a date with you, Steven…’ you bit your lip, trying to contain your grin and saw that Steven was doing the same.
You gave him your number and left him alone in the coffee shop. After turning around to wave goodbye one last time you cross the street and walk home. ‘Oh my god’ you giggle to yourself and make your way home.
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Knight At The Museum - Moon Knight 🌙✨
Pairing: Steven Grant x F!Reader, but Marc is simping too 🌝
Genre: Little bit of Action 💥, Smut 🌝, Fluff 💛
Summary: You are a frequent visitor of the museum who quickly befriended the kind hearted assistant of the gift shop. One day after staying a bit too long there, Steven offers to walk you home, but things take a dangerous turn when you two get attacked by a group of criminals.
A/N: Layla doesn't exist in this. I like her, she's badass, but I won't allow her to cockblock us 🌝😆
Warnings: Violence, Marc annoys the shit out of Steven. Mr.KnightSuitOn!Sex! 🥵🥴 (minus the mask), hinting at Steven having a hair pulling kink and praise kink 🌝
Part 2
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'Oh-oh, I think she's pissed.' - Marc whispered, despite knowing only Steven can hear him.
The latter quickly busied himself rearranging some of the mints and candies on the counter and cleared his throat when the heavy clicking of a pair of heels stopped next to him.
"Just because you manage to get here right on time in the past few weeks, doesn't mean you can slack around. Go to the customers and sell these crap!" - Donna said while chewing her gum.
Steven stopped himself from rolling his eyes. He did look around though and when he saw that the whole shop was empty, he sighed.
"To who?"
"To the people who leave without buying anything!"
Steven winced at the annoying tone of her voice. He kinda wished Marc didn't delete the security footage when he managed to destroy the whole restroom area about a month ago. At least if that was the case he wouldn't have to listen to her biting his ass.
A new customer entered the shop and Steven turned to them indifferently, but his expression lit up when he saw who it was.
"What are you standing there for? Go on and-! - Donna's harsh whispering turned to a stunned silence when Steven walked around her and right up to the woman.
"Good evening, miss! How can I help you?" - Steven greeted you with a cheerful voice.
First, you looked at him with a confused frown, but then you saw as he subtly gestured behind him with his head and rolled his eyes.
"Oh! Hello-!" - you narrowed your eyes and leaned close to his chest like you were reading his nametag. "Steven!" - you said his name loud and clear, making him bite his lip to keep himself from laughing. He knew you did that because he's always complaining to you about his co-workers not being able to remember his name. - "I am actually looking for a book about Egyptian Mythology. Can you help me with that?"
"Right this way, miss. We have several books about that. Do you want to buy it for yourself or are you more interested in books for children?" - Steven asked, clearly overplaying his act as an assistant.
He quickly looked at Donna as he led you in one of the aisles and she winked at him while giving him a thumbs up before she walked out of the shop.
"Oh, I want to buy one for my nephew! Can you also give me something I can murder this bitch with?" - you asked as you pointed with your thumb to her disappearing figure.
Steven laughed out loud and held up a children's book.
"This hardcover book about pharaohs will equally satisfy your nephew's thirst for knowledge and your thirst for blood!"
You giggled and held up the bag you were carrying between you.
"So I see your day was shit." - you acknowledged as you opened it and bit your lip when Steven's eyes lit up.
"Yeah, but I have you to make it better!" - he said as he reached inside and pulled out the see through tupperware box.
When Marc saw what it contained he had to forcefully hold himself back from taking over the control of the body he was sharing with Steven.
'Apple pie?! Eat it! Just one slice, I beg you!'
"I shouldn't do this now, but I can't resist my inner demon." - Steven said as he opened the lid, pulled out a slice and took a bite with a satisfied hum.
'If you don't marry her, I will.' - Marc groaned as his senses were also filled with the delicious taste of the pie.
Steven almost choked hearing that, and you panicked.
"Oh, god, is it that bad? Is it too dry? Do you want me to get some water?" - you asked hitting his back several times, while he coughed.
Steven shook his head and he quickly eat the remaining slice, licking his fingers.
"No, it was fantastic, don't worry, darling!" - Steven said as he walked back to the counter.
Your heart did a jump, hearing the nickname. It wasn't the first time he called you something like that, but it had the same effect on you every time. You tried to quickly shook off the giddy feeling though, Steven was just being his friendly, sweet self and he was glad he managed to get rid of Donna with your help.
"You're quite late today, it's almost closing time." - Steven said as he put the box on the counter and leaned on it as an excuse to be closer to you without making you feel uncomfortable.
He wasn't sure what made you talk to him almost daily, but he was glad you showed up so often, because you were literally the reason he walks into this museum with a smile on his face.
'She keeps coming back, because we're handsome.' - Marc said smugly.
Steven shook his head a little in a failed attempt to make Marc shut up.
"Ah, yeah, sorry about that, my boss was an asshole too and made me stay another hour. Then I made this for you, because I know you like it." - you gestured to the box of apple pie a little sheepishly.
'See that? We're making her flustered. Ask her on a date.'
"Aw, you know you shouldn't have! My day is brigthened even when you just come here for a few minutes."
You giggled again and leaned with your elbows on the counter too. Steven's smile widened and he felt his cheeks get hotter at how close your faces were.
"So did that harpy put you on inventory tonight too?"
"Nah, inventory is tomorrow and thankfully the new guy won that one, Donna's going to teach him how to do it."
"Bet you he's gonna quit in the morning."
"More like half an hour into inventory."
You let out a small laugh again as you turned your head towards the entrance to see if you can catch a glimpse of Donna harassing other employees of the museum.
As you were doing that Steven looked at your face feeling his heartbeat picking up. You were so pretty and he had a hard time keeping himself from watching you with adoration clearly written on his face.
'Ask her on a date, pussy.'
When you turned back, you smiled at him, then looked at your phone to check the time and when you saw how late it was, your smile faltered. You really got here late.
"So you're not working tomorrow?"
"Uh, no, I work on Friday."
"I guess we'll talk on Friday then, I should get going now, you're closing in 4 minutes."
'Daaateee.' - Marc whined in Steven's head.
"Okay." - Steven nodded with a shy smile.
You hold back a giggle at the little blush that was covering his cheeks.
When Marc saw that you turned around to walk out of the shop he snapped.
'Listen here, Steven, if you don't ask her on a date or offer to walk her home right fucking now, I'm gonna take control and ask her myself, and believe me when I say she's gonna scream MY NAME when I'm filling her up with my c-!'
"Wait!" - Steven pratically jumped out of the counter to hurry over to you.
"Yes?" - you turned around and bit your lip when you saw how out of breath he looked.
"I uh, you uhh..."
'Jesus, you have it bad for her. So do I, so be a man and say something!'
"Wait for me? Just 20 minutes, then I walk you home? We can have dinner... I mean if you're hungry, if you're not, we can do something else... Anything you want." - Steven rambled, and the corner of your mouth lifted up watching his nervous but hopeful expression.
"Yeah, okay. See you outside." - you agreed and walked out with a little bounce in your steps, leaving Steven standing there with a lovestruck smile on his face.
'There you go, Romeo.'
"Would you just calm down, mate?! I already have a hard time concentrating when I'm near her, and you're not helping!" - Steven hissed as he walked back to the counter and counted the money in the cash register.
'I've noticed you're having a hard time, every morning when you think about her.' - Marc taunted.
"Yeah? I don't know who rubbed one out yesterday night at the image of her kneeling in front of us in the shower."
'Oh, yeah, that was a good one!' - Marc grinned back at him with a content smile in the reflection of the monitor.
Steven sighed and continued closing.
"Just stay put and let me handle this on my own, okay?"
'Sure. Guess we're going home with massive blue balls.'
"It's not like I wanna have sex with her on the first date."
'Bro, you wanna... You're just too much of a gentleman to actually do it. Just promise me if she initiates anything you won't back down.'
"What if I freeze?"
'I won't.'
"That's actually quite disturbing to know." - Steven said as he went to the breakroom, grabbed his messenger bag and walked out the front entrance.
'You'll thank me later, when she's bouncing on our di-.
Steven cut him off with a loud groan.
You turned around when you heard him and smiled as he walked down the steps to you.
"Donna was biting your ass again?" - you asked with a smile that made it hard for Steven to breathe.
"Nah, it was another arsehole this time."
"You really don't wanna find another job?" - you asked as you two started walking on the street.
"Sometimes I'm thinking about it, but on the other hand I really like the job itself."
"You should be a tour guide. I learned a lot when you were showing me around and I liked listening to you more than the other guides."
At that Steven grinned widely.
"Really?"
"Yeah, the others know stuff too of course, but you can tell they are only doing this because it's their job, but you are genuenly excited about history."
"I am."
"I know. I love the expressions you make when you talk about it. It really shows how much you love that place." - you gestured back to the museum.
Steven smiled at you with a surprised expression. That must mean that you really pay attention to him to be able to notice the changes in his behaviour when he's speaking. No one else does. They don't even remember his name. You really see him, unlike others.
The thought made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You love the expressions he's making. Does that mean you like him? You were visiting the museum for months now and even the first time you entered the gift shop you gave him a bright smile that felt like time had stopped around him. You were kind to him from day 1. Well, you didn't know about his 'sleeping disorder' that made him arrive late to work for weeks in the past.
Suddenly Steven grew worried. Marc and him found a schedule now that they helped Khonshu save the world from Ammit and Harlow. Moon Knight and Mr. Knight protect the London streets at night, but in order to balance that with their work, they go to sleep for a few hours right after work, so they can roam the city at night, and they go home around 3 or 4 am to rest again.
The healing armor helps them with the wounds and now that Steven has one too, he doesn't really feel that exhausted anymore either.
When they have free time, Marc teaches Steven how to fight, in case something happens that makes it difficult for him to front. Steven is learning quickly, he shares the body with Marc so muscle memory really helps him to improve fast.
But you don't know anything about that. You don't know about Marc, about Moon Knight, about Mr. Knight, about him being some kind of a superhero. The protector of the city. Well, you probably knew about them from the news. People are talking about some hooded and masked figures, guiding the innocent who travel at night to safety. There are a few blurry pictures of both of them in white suits. But you didn't know they were him. No one else did.
Suddenly Steven felt as his chest tightened and he started rubbing the spot to ease the feeling. He was sure you will ran away screaming once you find out.
'Easy there, Steven. We're just walking her home. Nothing bad will happen.' - Marc tried to calm him down. - 'We don't have to worry about those things yet. Maybe she'll think you're too lame and stops visiting us before any of that comes to light.'
Steven rolled his eyes at Marc's 'encouraging' words. He missed those days when he didn't hear him.
'Pff. Dude, without me you wouldn't even be here right now. Show some gratitude.'
"Everything alright? You became really quiet." - you said softly. You hoped he didn't regret offering to come with you.
Steven looked at you like you pulled him out of a deep thought.
"I'm fine, sorry. I'm just, uh, enjoying the peace after today's rush in the museum." - Steven smiled.
"Do you wanna sit in somewhere? Or we can go to my place and eat there. I have a balcony and it's really peaceful there on the nights and mornings. - you offered. - "I mean, if you wanna." - you added sheepishly while you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and your kind eyes traveled from his to the ground before you while a nervous smile grew on your lips.
Steven heard Marc growl lightly.
'She's so sweet I could eat her. Maybe I will.'
Steven let out a longing sigh as his eyes wandered over your form. Marc may be a fucking pervert, but he was right when he said that you were sweet. He doesn't want to go in a restaurant, he wants to go to yours, where it's just the two of you, where it's intimate, where the only noises that could be heard is your soft voice telling him about your day, where your warm eyes are not distracted by a sudden movement from another table or waiter, but they are fixed on his, watching him, like he was the most important thing in that moment when he's speaking. He likes that. When you make him feel that way. He hopes he's making you feel that way too.
"Can we go to your place? It sounds wonderful." - Steven said.
You smiled brightly at him and nodded, moving just a little bit closer to him while you two were walking.
It was Marc's turn to sigh when Steven (of course) haven't noticed the tiny sign.
'Take her hand.'
Steven looked in confusion at his reflection in a store's dark window and saw as Marc rolled his eyes as he gestured wildly with his hands.
"It's just another block from here." - you told him as you two rounded a corner.
"No wonder you come in almost everyday." - Steven smiled at you, but he frowned when your eyes widened in fear.
He followed your line of sight and he felt himself tense up. The two (well three) of you entered an alley which wasn't well lit by the lamps like the other streets. It wasn't a run down place by the slightest, but a group of intimidating looking men were sitting on the stairs leading up to the entrance of one of the houses and a few bottles were scattered around them. They were talking and laughing loudly, clearly drunk.
Steven saw that you were scared, so he put his hand on your back gently.
"It's okay." - he told you quietly and guided you to the other side of the street to continue walking.
Just when you were about to walk past them, you heard as they got up from the stairs and you just knew some name callings were about to happen.
"Hey! Why did you walk to the other side of the street, huh?! We're not good enough for your upper-class bitch?" - one of them yelled and the others snickered.
Steven closed his eyes and let out a sigh. These poor bastards clearly didn't know who they were fucking with.
When you felt him slow down, you grabbed his hand and pulled him with you. He surely didn't want to talk back to five drunk men?!
"Steven!" - you whispered harshly when he turned around, but he was keeping you behind him. - "It's okay, just forget it!" - you pleaded.
"I only let this one go, because you are clearly drunk, fellas. Why don't you go home and get some sleep, yeah?"
The men laughed again and they started walking towards you, making your heart sunk into your stomach. This is not good, this is gonna end fucking bad. Before you knew it, they were in front of Steven, and when they tried to circle him to get closer to you, he took a few slow steps back, straightening his posture and rolling his shoulders, shielding you with his body.
"Well, you know what? Maybe we're gonna go home... Yeah, we're gonna go home, right 'fellas'? And we're gonna take your bitch with us!" - one of them said loudly as he tried to reach for you.
Steven quickly let go of your hand and pushed you further back by your shoulder. Your eyes widened and a gasp left you when you saw as he grabbed the man's wrist, twisted it then roughly pulled on it, holding it behind the man's back who cried out in pain. Steven kicked the back of his right knee and he fall to his knees, then he punched the back of his head and he fall to the ground unconscious.
'Nice.' - Marc commented.
The other guys first looked at Steven in panic, but then they yelled and all four of them jumped him. You cried out in panic and watched as they started kicking and hitting him, and he fell to the ground. When you saw that, you tried to punch one of the men, but he turned around, forcefully grabbed your upper arm to yank you to the side and then he hit you across your cheek so hard that you fall to the ground with a cry of pain.
When Steven saw that he let out a cry of rage and within a blink of an eye the four men were flying across the air to every direction. You gasped when you saw as a masked man in a full white suit was standing where moments before Steven was.
He walked to one of the men and grabbed him by his shirt to pull him up. He threw him into one of the guys who were about to stand up and they both fall to the ground like ragdolls.
"You wanna go home now or you want some more?!" - Steven asked angrily while he gestured wildly with his hands.
All of the men pushed themselves up to their feet in panic and quickly ran away.
When the masked man turned to you, you whimpered and started crawling backwards in fear as he hurried to you.
"Oh, right." - he said and in a blink of an eye his mask was gone, revealing Steven's face. - "Are you all right?!" - he asked as he crouched down next to you.
He was holding his hands like he wanted to touch you, but you were looking at him in utter shock.
"It's me." - Steven whispered as he slowly reached towards you. - "You're okay now. It's me." - he hushed you quietly and your whimpers died down as you let him touch you.
"Steven...?" - you asked in disbelief.
He nodded, then gently put one of his gloved hand on your knee, and used his other to softly turn your face more towards his, so he can inspect your wound.
'Those fucking assholes...!' - Marc cursed whe he saw the reddening bruise on the left side of your cheek.
"Bastards." - Steven growled. - "I'm so sorry, I should have fought harder, I shouldn't have let them reach you, I should've been faster!" - Steven rambled angrily after he pulled you to your feet.
He was a fucking idiot, why didn't he let Marc front so he can fight them, he was still more experienced, he surely would've been able to defend you properly?! Why was he such a fucking loser?!
Just before he turned mad because of his thoughts, he felt as you gently touched his shoulder.
"Thank you."
Steven looked at you in disbelief. You were hurt because he wasn't good enough and you were thanking him?
"But... but you're hurt..."
"It would've been worse if you weren't here."
"But..."
"Steven." - you said firmly as you cupped his cheeks with both of your hands and he was forced to look into your eyes. - "You saved me. Thank you."
And before he could protest some more, you were kissing him.
Steven's eyes widened and he looked at your face to make sure this was really happening. Your eyes were closed, your warm hands were on his face and when he started to believe that this wasn't a dream, his eyes closed too, he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer, and when you let out a small gasp he pushed his tongue past your lips and kissed you back with all the adoration he was feeling for you.
When he thought that this couldn't get better, your hands moved to the back of his head, your fingers sneaked their way into his hair, while you pushed yourself more into him as you deepened the kiss, stealing his breath away. When you pulled on his locks needily, Steven let out a low growl, which travelled through your body, revibrating in your core.
"Take me home." - you demanded in a whisper as you pushed your forehead against his.
"Yes, ma'am." - Steven nodded out of breath and a few minutes later you stumbled inside your apartment while Steven was leaving love bites all along your neck.
You walked backwards and when you were both inside Steven kicked the door shut with a loud bang. You giggled and he looked at you with a love-struck smile. You bit your lip as your hands wandered down his chest marveling at the beautiful white suit he was wearing. You took off his jacket, but when he reached up to take off his vest, you stopped him.
"No. I want you to wear it." - you breathed.
Steven's eyes widened a little.
"You want me to...?"
You nodded as you hopped on the drawer behind you and pulled him closer by his tie.
"I want you to fuck me while you're wearing this. You look so fucking handsome." - you purred and kissed him passionately again, making him moan.
'Fuck, Steven, when a woman tells you how to fuck them, you fuck them, and don't ask questions!' - Marc growled.
Steven could do that.
He was hard as a rock and as you pulled him closer with your legs around his waist you moaned when his bulge rubbed against your heat.
"Please, Steven... please... please...!" - you begged in a barely audible whisper. Your mind was fogged by lust, you didn't even care how pathetic you sounded, you wanted his dick inside you as soon as possible.
"As the lady commands." - Steven breathed in your ear and a smirk grew on his lips when he felt you shudder in his arms.
All of his insecurities flew out the window when he heard your begging. It boosted his ego, and reassured him that whatever he's doing, he's doing it right.
He quickly pulled off your cardigan and shirt and he groaned when he looked down at your bra covered breasts.
You moaned loudly when he didn't bother taking them off but pushed them up and when your tits bounced free he captured one of your nipples in his mouth and sucked on it. You arched your back to push yourself more into him and your hands flew into his hair again, pulling on his roots.
Oh, Steven loved when you did that.
He switched to your other breast, but this time he bit the inside of it, then licked the spot to soothe the pain before sucking on your hard nipple.
"Need you... Now." - you whined and Steven didn't waste more time.
He grabbed your pants and panties and pulled them down your legs as you quickly kicked off your shoes and socks.
"You're beautiful, love." - Steven whispered and kissed you again, slower this time.
You smiled into the kiss and helped him free his cock from his pants and boxer briefs.
Despite being rather needy until now, you loved the way he slowly pushed himself inside you, watching each others faces as both of your eyes widened and low moans escaped your throats at the incredible feeling of finally being connected.
"Oh, fuuuck..." - Steven breathed and he rested his forehead against your shoulder as he slowly pulled out and pushed himself deeper inside you with a needier thrust.
He felt as your pussy hugged him tightly and he moaned, while he lifted his head and cupped your face with one of his hands while with his other he was gripping your hip tightly.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" - he asked as his dark chocolate brown eyes bored into yours.
"Fuck no, it feels so good. You feel so good." - you moaned and your words made him thrust into you rougher.
It made you cry out in pleasure and Steven grabbed your hip with his other hand to keep you steady as his fucking gained speed.
Your hands were gripping his shoulder and he started kissing your jaw and neck.
"Pull my hair." - he wishpered against your skin.
You smiled and did as you were told, pulling on his locks while you made sure your cries of pleasure were directed right into his ear.
Steven was in fucking heaven. He had a hard time remembering when was the last time he did this. Or if he ever did this at all. But it didn't matter now, because even if he imagined this a thousand times before, it felt even better right now.
The way your walls hugged his cock, the sloppy noises your pussy made as he was fucking you, the way you were hugging his waist with your legs, your hands in his hair, pulling harder and harder as he was taking you higher and higher on the clouds of pleasure. The sounds you were making: moaning and hissing and whining and especially the way you cried out when some of his thrusts hit that spot that made you see stars.
Steven lifted his head from your chest and looked at your face, his fast beating heart did a jump in his chest as he saw pleasure written in all of your expressions.
"Look at me."
It wasn't a demand, it wasn't a command, it was a plea and you happily opened your eyes to look at his handsome face and into his gorgeous eyes. His forehead became sweaty, just like yours and your brows furrowed when you saw something deep in his eyes, like he wanted to say something, or ask for something, and you bit your lip trying to figure out what it was.
You pulled on his hair harder, and you saw as his eyes rolled back as he moaned deeply.
You smiled at his reaction and kissed his jaw, licking your way up to his ear.
"You're fucking me so good, Steven." - you whispered and to your absolute delight his thrusts became even more wild.
You opened your legs wider and took him with loud cries of pleasure. Fuck, it felt like he didn't even get tired, everytime you did or said something he liked, he only got faster.
And deeper.
It felt like your moans were never ending when he hit that spot inside you over and over again and you started arching your back to feel him more if it was possible.
"Right there, Steven, oh my god, you're gonna make me cum!"
Your words went straight to his dick and he growled loudly when he felt himself reaching his orgasm too.
"Touch yourself. I wanna see you touch yourself, darling." - Steven said and again, it sounded more like a plea.
And you did. Whatever he wanted. Whatever he asked, you'll give him without question. He had you and no one will ever compare to him.
You leant back a little and with one hand you reached down to your clit and watched as his eyes followed your hand and he moaned again when he watched your fingers moved to pleasure yourself while his dick was moving in and out of your pussy with obscene noises.
"Steven, oh god!"
"Cum for me!" - now it sounded like a demand and after a few more thrusts you experienced the most earth-shattering orgasm of your life.
Your walls squeezed his cock so tightly that it felt like it was trying to suck him in and never let go. Your fingers at the back of his head pulled his hair so hard it made Steven's head roll back. Your thighs were shaking because of the pleasure he gave you and all of these things made Steven's eyes roll back in his head as he cummed so hard inside you that he thought he's gonna pass out.
When he stopped violently rocking his hips into yours, he pushed his face into your neck, inhaling deeply.
When he felt you caressing his hair, he moved his hands from your hips to your thighs and started softly rubbing them while he looked at you.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" - he asked with concern behind his tired eyes.
"Of course not." - you smiled as you kissed him gently, but he looked down at your still shaking thighs with furrowed brows. - "It's because it was so good." - you reassured him, nuzzling his nose and kissed him again when a happy smile appeared on his face.
'Who would've thought that you had it in you.'
Steven ignored Marc and softly kissed your cheek one last time before he pulled himself out with a groan. You slid down from the drawer and pulled out a soft blanket from it and covered yourself with it. Steven followed you into your livingroom as he tucked himself back in his pants then made the suit disappear, leaving him in his normal clothes.
When he saw you wobble a little he closed the distance between you and lifted you up bridal style as you giggled lightly.
"Where to?"
"Balcony." - you answered and opened the balcony door when you two reached it.
Steven looked around and his smile widened when a beautiful display of the city greeted him. He gently put you down on the little bench which was covered with numerous pastel coloured blankets and pillows and when he sat down he happily lifted his arm as you snuggled closer to him.
"It really is peaceful." - he said with a content sigh.
"Told you. You're welcome to come here whenever you want."
Steven looked down at you as he possessively squeezed you harder against him.
"You don't wanna talk about... you know?" - he asked, hinting at the fact that you just witnessed him turn into the city's vigilante.
"We can talk in the morning. We have all the time in the world." - you said as you pushed your face into his neck and Steven smiled, because finally there was someone in his arms who didn't judge him, but felt content and safe in his presence.
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I'm thinking about writing a part 2, where Reader meets Marc too ✍️👀
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pac which deity should you reach out to
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reminder: these are very general readings. messages can be picked from each pile and apply to you and your current situation. take what resonates, leave what doesn’t :)
just to preface, i work with a few deities regularly and have communicated with several for various reasons. this reading is all in good fun, all of the deities that came through in this pick a card reading were made aware that this was for a collective group of people and they agreed to be included! if you feel called to reach out to any of the deities below, feel free to do so! just be sure you do some research before diving into things — if you need help or don’t know where to start, my messages are always open :)
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the deity that made their presence known for pile one is the greek goddess selene! she made herself known with the moon card. selene is the greek personification of the moon. she is typically worshipped during the full moon and new moon but she can be called upon whenever you need her energy. she sees everything that goes on in the night and she travels across the sky in her chariot every night, pulling the moon behind her.
she may be helpful in your healing process if you have emotional wounds that still haven’t healed. she can be somewhat cold at times but that’s because people don’t truly understand her and her experiences. she can help you tap into your unconscious and become aware of the tools you need in order to heal. she also brings forth our shadow self, making us face those parts of ourself that we tend to shy away from. her main goal usually lies within the realm of having us let go of the things we truly have no control over. letting go of those things we cling so hard to gives us the freedom to heal and be happy with who we are and what we have.
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the deity that made their presence known for pile two is the egyptian goddess isis! she chose to make herself known through the temperance card. isis is the goddess of a multitude of things, including but not limited to healing, magic, fertility, and even motherhood. she is a goddess who is fiercely protective over her worshippers and even those who just casually work with her from time to time. she provides a very nurturing environment and makes you feel safe and warm inside.
she can help us hone in on our intuition and help give us the guidance we need to feel comfortable enough to share our intuitive gifts with others. she is also helpful when it comes to making decisions that might be difficult for us to fully comprehend, thus giving us the clarity we need to make the best decision for everyone involved. since she has that motherly spirit about her, she’s also strict when she needs to be. if she catches you procrastinating or losing motivation, she will put you in your place. she allows us to get into the habit of practicing moderation. she is very upfront about not wanting to deal with extreme behaviors or personalities, she wants to promote balance in any way that she can.
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the final deity that made their presence known is the norse god odin. he chose to make himself known through the magician card. now odin, just like isis and selene, has so many different facets about him but i’m going to try to limit myself for this collective reading. odin is the all father in norse mythology, he is the god of war and death, but also poetry and magic, hence him coming through as the magician!
odin is a great deity to reach out to do just about anything, but my experiences with him have to do with finding my own inner strengths and knowing when to reach out to others. i know that everyone’s experience is going to be different but those are just a few things he helped me with. moving forward, he can help us see what we aren’t seeing, he sees all and isn’t afraid to show us what we need to see. he can also help with learning to trust your own abilities and not having to rely too much on what other people think about. he can help us feel like we are truly capable and competent when it comes to knowing what steps we need to take to get to where we want to go. he also has a more parental aura about him like isis due to him being the all father. his wisdom and skills are very strong aspects of his and they tend to rub off on the people he works with.
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if you’d like a more in depth reading i offer paid readings here!! i also have a tip jar if you’re feeling kind,, tips are not expected but they are very appreciated! any feedback is appreciated as well, i hope this reading was helpful to you in one way or another :)
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(From research but also from my own workings with him. This isn’t meant to be strictly historical this is more for pagans wanting to work with him. There will be a lot of UPG or SPG)
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Anubis/Anpu/Inpu/Inpw (and some other spellings depending on where you look) :
-He is the jackal headed Egyptian god of mummification, funerary rites and a fierce protector of tombs and places where people are buried.
- a lot of stories have him as either the son of Nephthys and Set or the son of Nephthys and Osiris. I personally go by the mythology where he is the son of Osiris, then taken in by Aset and raised as an adopted son after the death of Osiris. He is fiercely loyal to his adopted mother and his father. As well as supportive of his half brother Horus (Heru-sa-Aset)
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What working with him is like
-He is a sort of Psychopomp deity for dead souls. Also in my experience can help bring you into meditations with other spirits safety (he’s guided me to a few of the other deities I work with now)
- He is a fierce protector. Big guard dog energy. Doesn’t usually have a huge temper until something threatens him or a follower of his.
-Most of the time he’s a very calm and patient deity. He will give space when you need it, and also be around when you need him too. He tends to put in the effort that you do. But if you can’t put in much effort he’s patient (just quieter maybe if you’ve backed away from him first)
- He is usually the first one to jump in to help when I’m going through something emotionally rough. It could be because he is my patron but I do feel like he is the type of deity to want to be there for, and comfort his followers/devotees.
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Offerings for Anubis
(These are the personal ones I use because they work for my own practice and lifestyle- feel free to share any of your own!)
Crystals
- tigers eye
- obsidian
- onyx
- jet
- lapis lazuli
- red/brown goldstone
- labradorite
- Dalmatian jasper
Incense
- frankincense
- Egyptian musk scents
- Sandlewood
- Myrrh
- Tobacco
Food offerings
- Dark chocolate
- dark bread
- red wine
- water
Other physical offerings/associations
- dog statues/imagery
- ankhs
- wooden things/wood carvings
- jewelry with gold on it
- keys
- black candles
- gold candles
- brown candles
- the death tarot card
- the hanged man tarot card
- the emperor tarot card
Devotional offerings
- self care
- taking care of your own dog/a dog
- volunteer at dog shelters
- donate to animal shelters/rescues
- learn about him
- learn about the history of the pyramids and mummification
- draw him
- write poetry for him
- play music/dance/sing for him
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How to know if he’s reaching out to you?
Best way to know is to confirm by tarot or your clairsenses if you have any. Or candle flame reading/other forms of divination.
If you’re looking for signs he’s popping up (this is rather morbid but so it goes with the god of mummification and decay) he tends to send roadkill to me. If you see a lot of extra roadkill on a drive to work/a regular route that isn’t usually there. That could be a sign. (I like to ask him to help guide their souls somewhere nice whenever I see roadkill)
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I think he’s an excellent deity for beginners and if you feel called to him I’d say go for it! I started with a simple candle dedicated to him and went from there!
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dorothygale123 · 5 months
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I'd say I'm becoming a nerd, but that ship sailed a long time ago. I guess I'm just expanding my nerdiness to other areas.
Anyway, MORE MYTHOLOGY!
So in Journey to the West, the Buddha explains that there are 4 'spiritual primates' that don't fit into any categories for immortals or types of creatures. Fans of Lego Monkie Kid are likely familiar with 2, the Stone Monkey Sun Wukong and the Six Eared Macaque. The other 2, the Long-armed Gibbon and the Red-Buttocked Baboon are a lot more obscure. They only get a brief mention in JttW because the focus of the chapter they appear in is Macaque, but the idea of a set of super powerful Immortal monkeys is just too fun to pass up, you know? So I've been thunking my thinker.
What if each primate was associated with a different realm (mortal, heavenly, lunar, and underworld) and element? I know the 4 elements (earth, water, wind, fire) are a western idea rooted in alchemy and eastern mythology has 5 elements (earth, water, fire, metal, wood), but there aren't 5 monkeys and this is just a thought experiment and not me trying to force western ideas onto eastern culture.
Got it? Good.
Now, Sun Wukong is very solidly earth because he's, you know, a rock. No surprise there. He was also born in the mortal realm and spent most of his life there, so we'll call him the celestial primate of the mortal realm while we're at it.
The Six-Eared Macaque is another easy one. A lot of LMK fannon associates him with wind, inferring that his heightened hearing has something to do with wind magic. He's also very closely tied to the moon because of the line in "Shadow Play" where he directly compares the Warrior (himself) to the moon. So Macaque is the celestial primate of wind and the Lunar realm.
Now here's where we get a bit more speculative and start using information creatively. There are 2 monkeys, realms, and elements left I want to use, so let's start with the monkeys so everyone has a baseline understanding.
The Long Armed Gibbon (Gibs, from now on) is described as being able to "seize the sun and moon, shorten a thousand mountains, distinguish auspicious from inauspicious, and manipulate planets and stars."
The Red Buttocked Baboon (Babs for short) has "knowledge of yin and yang, understands human affairs, is adept I'd daily life and can avoid death and lengthen its life."
Starting with the realms because they seem easiest to assign, I would give Gibs the Heavenly realm because of its ability to move around celestial objects like the sun, moon, planets, and stars. This leaves the Underworld to Babs, which I think fits nicely because their "knowledge of yin and yang" and "understand[ing] of human affairs" would make them a good assistant to the 10 Kings of the Underworld.
Next comes the 2 remaining elements, water and fire, which are a bit tricky because it could go both ways.
Gibs could be fire because the sun and stars are giant balls of burning plasma, but also water because the sky/heavens are often associated with an ocean or other bodies of water in several different mythologies. For example, in Egyptian mythology, Ra sailed his boat through the sky every day, while in early Abrahamic belief the sky was a huge dome with water on the other side, and rain happened when floodgates were opened to let the water through. In Chinese myth specifically, the Milky Way is often depicted as a river that is sailed through by various deities.
Babs could fit with fire as well because underworlds and hell-adjacent places are often shown to have fires to torment and punish the sinful dead, no surprise there. But there is surprisingly a lot of water symbolism in the realm of the dead as well. For example, some people may be familiar with the Japanese idea of the Sanzu River, very similar in concept to the Greek River Styx, as well as the Chinese Huang Quan/Yellow springs.
Personally I would pair Babs with fire because he has red in his name, making him the celestial primate of fire and the Underworld.
That leaves Gibs to be the celestial primate of water and the Heavenly realm.
I feel pretty good about this, but if anyone else has other ideas I'd love to hear them.
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melodygatesauthor · 1 year
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Wouldn’t it be cute if one of the moon boys finds someone in a library, reading about different mythologies but they are currently reading about Egyptology? Like this person can have a flowing academia vibe. They sit across from her, and slowly start a conversation? Or she slowly starts a conversation with them?
More Beautiful than Hathor
Jake Lockley X f!Reader
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Hi Nonnie, I realized after writing that this isn't quite what you mentioned but I hope you liked it anyway. I thought it came out cute!
Tag/Warnings: SFW, Jake is a cab driver, Jake gets nervous, asking out, steven is there too a little, fluff, cute.
Word Count: 841
Jake walked up the steps of the library after finishing his cab shift. Steven had asked him to return a book for him after he was done with work. What Jake wasn’t expecting was to see someone so radiant sitting all alone with her nose in a book about Egyptology. Jake’s mind sparked alive with a voice, the little British man who had a knack for forgetting to return his own library books, and who had a thing for girls that liked Egyptian mythology.
Jake, let me out. He said from the headspace.
Ignoring the other alter, Jake walked up to the librarian and handed him the book scheduled for return.
Jake, I know you can hear me perfectly. Let me out, I want to talk to her. She’s pretty, and we already have something in common.
Jake walked over to where you were sitting and put a hand in his coat pocket. You looked up over your book, peering at him skeptically.
“Hola hermosa.” He said in the most sly tone he could muster.
You scowled. You didn’t come to the library to get hit on. In fact, it was one of the few places that you could go and almost guarantee that you weren’t going to have some loser come up to you and try to smooth talk his way into your pants. With a heavy groan you dropped the book on the table.
“Seriously?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.
He screwed up, that much was obvious. This was out of his comfort zone. He was used to girls flirting back. He felt his cheeks getting hot, and he was scrambling around in his head for anything to say. For once, he was turning to Steven for advice on girls.
Alright, well, it’s too late for me to front now, yeah? She’s going to think we’re even more mental if we switch places mid conversation so…try commenting on her book. Yeah, that should work.
“I like your book.” Jake said in an almost robotic tone.
No, Jake…I know you know how to talk to women, I’m the one who gets anxious. Just breathe, say something smart about like Egypt or something.
“So…you like pyramids?”
“I’m trying to do some research, not that it’s any of your business. This isn’t a club, I didn’t come here to pick up idiots. So if you don’t mind…” You kept your eyes on his, daring him to say anything else absurd.
Jake gulped harshly.
Oh no, Jake you really messed it up. Oh! Tell her she looks more beautiful than Hathor! That’s bound to work!
“Look, I just saw that you were into Egyptology, and I thought…wow, you’re even more beautiful than Hathor herself.”
Jake had never been so off his game. Nothing had ever thrown him off the way you did in that moment, being so bold and not giving in to his advances. A small beep went off on your wrist. You pulled your watch up to your face and groaned.
“Shit.” You said, standing up and grabbing your bags. “Thanks, I’m gonna be late.” You started for the door.
Oh man, you really messed that one up, better let me take over next time.
Jake felt the pit in his stomach that came with rejection. He wasn’t used to such a feeling, and he wasn’t used to girls pushing back against his advances. You were outside on your phone when Jake made his way through the glass doors. You were upset and yelling at whoever was on the other end.
“What do you mean it’s going to take you ten minutes to get here? I need someone here asap, please!” You clicked off your phone and then turned to Jake. “For fuck’s-can you please just leave me alone?”
“I was just going to offer you a ride.” He put up his hands in surrender. “I’m a cab driver, I can take you wherever you need to go.”
You furrowed your brow at him in frustration. You didn’t have much choice, or you weren’t going to make it to your meeting.
“Fine, but no shitty pick up lines on the way.” You insisted, getting into the back of his cab.
Alright Jake, you’ve got this, just don’t say anything stupid alright?
Jake got you to your destination in one piece, and quickly at that. He needed to think of one more thing he could say to turn this around, and get you to go on a date with him. The thought crossed his mind, and he thought for sure it would work, and if nothing, it would at least get a laugh out of you.
No, bad idea don-
“Maybe next time I’ll let you take me for a ride, hermosa.”
Jake spent the drive home rubbing his stinging cheek and listening to Steven rant in the background about how dumb he was for saying something so ridiculous. It was alright though, he knew where to find you, and he knew he’d try again when the opportunity arose.
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koiwrites · 9 months
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Time for Tea
Fandom: Moon Knight
Ship: Steven Grant x reader (the other Moon Boys will turn up in later chapters)
Summary: A random encounter with a charming man in a local café leads you to embark on an adventure beyond your wildest dreams.
Chapter One: English Breakfast Tea
Word Count: 1,382.
Warnings: None for this chapter, except for fluff!
Author's Note: It's been a long minute since I've posted any fanfic but the Moon Boys have stolen my heart and I couldn't resist indulging. So yeah, this fic is very self-indulgent but hopefully you guys will enjoy it too!
While the first couple of chapters are going to be fairly fluffy, there will be mature content involved later on so minors, please, dni.
Feel free to reblog but please do not repost this work anywhere.
AO3 Link: here.
Tag List: @julieelliewrites, @nageill If you'd like to be added to the Tag List, feel free to message me/leave a comment!
English Breakfast Tea
English breakfast tea is a black tea blend usually described as full-bodied, robust, rich and blended to go well with milk and sugar, in a style traditionally associated with a hearty English breakfast.- Wikipedia
You sit in the café that’s close to your London flat. This place is special to you, your home away from home. From the charmingly mismatched furniture and crockery to the friendly staff who thankfully don’t mention you order the same thing every time you come in to the view of one of the quieter parts of central London. Coming to this place feels like an escape from the rest of the too-hectic-for-its-own-good world.
You have a steaming cup of English Breakfast tea sitting in front of you. You hold onto the cup with both hands, the warmth of it sinking through your hands, giving a little much-needed comfort after another long day at work. You watch the steam rise out of the cup as you pray for this one cup of tea to somehow fix all of your problems.
“Ahem, excuse me?”
You frown as you look up to see a man now standing in front of your table. He’s holding a cup of something hot in one hand. He has a mess of black curls on his head, deep brown puppy dog eyes and an apologetic smile. He’s wearing a patterned shirt that somehow clashes with itself, slacks, and a loose blue jacket. He has a brown leather satchel hanging from his shoulder.
“Sorry to disturb you. You look so deep in thought there! But all the other seats are taken. Do you mind if I sit with you? I promise I’ll keep quiet so you can go back to whatever it was you were thinkin’ about?”
There’s something charming about this guy - maybe because he was so polite or how his accent takes you off-guard but you can’t put your finger on why. So instead of grimacing and grunting your answer, like you would have done for anyone else, you manage a small smile and you nod towards the empty chair opposite you.
“Thanks, thanks a lot, I really appreciate it.” He puts down his cup on the table and takes a seat. He reaches into his satchel and pulls out a glasses case and a book on Ancient Egyptian mythology, multicoloured tabs sticking out in various places among its pages. He places both on the table next to his cup before putting the satchel down by his feet. He puts on his reading glasses, opens the book, and begins reading.
You realise you’ve been staring at him and that’s not polite so you go back to staring at your cup of tea. But after only a handful of moments, your eyes drift back to your new companion. He’s more fascinating than a cup of tea after all. His brow has become furrowed as he studies his book, his eyes looking larger through the lens of his reading glasses. His lips move as he reads and occasionally he nods at the book, as if he’s agreeing with what he’s reading. The corners of your mouth lift a little as you watch him. When he pauses to reach down to his satchel to grab some more of the multicoloured tabs to add to the latest page he’s read (you catch a glimpse of his varied collection of these tabs, all different colours and sizes), he notices you’ve been watching him.
“Oh,” he exclaims, his tanned cheeks colouring a little. “Have I got something on my face?” One of his hands goes to his face, wiping his cheek and over his mouth to remove anything that might have been lurking there. The other hand keeps hold of his place in the book.
“What? No! Sorry!” You can feel your cheeks heat up and your hands start to fidget with your cup of tea, turning the cup around on the spot. “It’s just- sorry- I didn’t mean to stare but your book- it looks fascinating.”
His deep brown eyes go wide and he glances at the book as if he didn’t realise it was there. He utters a laugh, his whole being relaxing with it. “Oh, my book! Yeah, well, it’s a great read, I must say. Fascinating in fact. Do you read too?” He puts the multi coloured tabs on the table, pulls off a blue one and puts it on the open page of the book to align with one particular line.
“I do but I’ve never used tabs like you’re doing. That’s taking the hobby to a whole new level,” you say.
He holds a finger on the page he has been reading as he regards you with his warm brown eyes. “You don’t use tabs?” He asks you as if this is the strangest thing he’s ever heard. His eyes have now gone wide, exaggerated through the lens of his glasses.
You shake your head in response, smiling at him. 
“You should!” He continues and he beams at you with a dazzling smile that makes your breath catch at the back of your throat. “It definitely helps when you’re studying the text, you know, trying to learn from it. So when you go back, later on I mean, and double-check something, it’s right there and you find it easily because you’ve already marked it, yeah?” His enthusiasm is infectious and you’re now making a mental note to find some of these tabs to use during your next reading session.
“Makes sense,” you say since he has paused to take a sip of his drink. Which reminds you you have your own to drink from. You take a sip to find your tea is now at the perfect drinking temperature.
“What-cha got there? Tea? What kind?” He asks as you lower your cup back down to the table.
“Yeah, tea. Just English Breakfast tea. Nothing too fancy.”
 “Yeah but sometimes ‘nothing too fancy’ is just what you need, innit?” The smile he gives you is as encouraging as his words. You find yourself smiling back at him.
“True but I should maybe try one of the other types at some point. I pretty much only ever order this type. I just wasn’t feeling very adventurous today.” Or any other day, you add internally. It’s something you’ve wanted to work on about yourself for a long time now but whenever the time comes, you shy away from the opportunity and stick to the tried and true comforts. There isn’t much wrong with that, sticking to the familiar, but you can’t help but feel you’re stuck in a rut because of it.
“I can recommend you one to try? For when you’re feeling a little more adventurous? The Assam tea here is very nice. It can be a little on the strong side but bold flavour can be just what you need, yeah?”
You’re about to offer your thanks for his recommendation when his eyes go wide. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his mobile phone. He frowns and mutters something under his breath. You don’t quite catch what he says but you put it together that he said something along the lines of: “Marc, what have you done this time?”
“I’m really sorry, yeah, but I gotta go. Got some, uhm, yeah, family drama I guess? To deal with.” He packs away his phone, his book, his glasses and tabs back into his satchel. He gets up from his seat and hoists his satchel strap onto his shoulder. He picks up his cup and gives you another apologetic looking smile, much like the first one he gave you only a few minutes ago. “It’s been really lovely chatting with you.”
“Likewise. Maybe I’ll see you again sometime?” The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them and you resist the urge to cringe at yourself. Your heart literally skips a beat at his response though.
“I hope so.”  
With that he heads off, stopping at the bar to get his drink transferred into a take-away cup. When he reaches the door, he looks back at you and gives you a small wave with his free hand. Then he’s gone.
And as crazy it seems, you already miss him.
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Hi. I exist.
Ello. I'm a Pinterest convert who happened to join at the same time as the great Reddit migration, so that's fun. Anyways, figured I'd make a post to give people some info about me.
I'm in a large number of fandoms, including (DEEP INHALE), SCP Foundation, Wanderer's Library, The Owl House, Gravity Falls, Amphibia, Generation Loss, Murder Drones, Marvel, Star Wars (Somewhat), FNAF, DnD, Wings of Fire, Percy Jackson universe, Grishaverse, The Dragon Prince, Nimona, The Hunger Games, and probably some other I forgot to mention.
I'm also a bit of a nerd and hyperfixiate on both fictional and nonfictional things, I know wayyyyy too much about things like Chernobyl and Plague Doctors. I also sometimes write as a hobby and am learning how to art, still kinda figuring it out though. Due to the writing thing, I know a lot of incredibly random facts that I shouldn't, as well as just random science stuff.
I like helping people, so don't be afraid to reach out with questions or concerns if you need help with something. If you want info on things, I'm more than happy to help. Here's some things I know a lot about:
The Black Death, Plague Doctors, Chernobyl, oddly specific horrific events in history, the fandoms I've listed above, the lowcountry region of USA (Southeastern coast, I live in South Carolina about 15 minutes from the beach) and the ecosystem of said area (Marshes, swamps, beaches, and our temperate forests), mythology (Greek, Roman, Egyptian, and some Norse), SCIENCE, and other things I'm probably forgetting.
Seriously gimme asks I wanna be a living encyclopedia.
For writing, I mainly like to do fantasy, some sci-fi, and a bit of horror. I'm far from consistent with when I write, you know how it is with motivation.
This IS a safe space blog for LGBTQIA+ people. I don't care if you're straight, gay, lesbian, bi, pan, omni, somewhere else on the spectrum, like asexuals, aromantics, and aroaces, or maybe you're enby, or maybe you're trans or genderfluid, or something else I forgot to mention. I do not care. You are all welcome here, my only DNIs are if you're going to be rude. One of my mottos is "I'll respect your opinion as long as your opinion doesn't disrespect anyone else's existence or rights."
I sorta use a persona for some areas of Tumblr, such as Wizardblr, so here's a reference for that:
Name: Dr. Corvius (Will respond to Doc, Doctor, and Crow), Official Title is "Corvius The Plagued."
Appearance: Dr. Corvius appears human at first glance when wearing full attire, but this is not the case. They are actually an avian, with feathers covering most of their body and rough, scaled skin similar to that of bird feet covering their hands, forearms, lower legs, and their feet. Their fingers have short claws on the ends, and their feet are structured like that of a crow. They don't wear shoes, as their feet are not well shaped to even wear them, and they frequently perch on branches and the like, which is far easier with their talons exposed. They do have wings, and usually will tuck these in under their mantle, giving the appearance of a feathered cape. They wear the outfit of a plague doctor, with a long black robe, mask, and other accessories, including a pouch of supplies. They also carry around a plague doctor stick, which doubles as an arcane focus. Under their plague doctor mask, they have an actual beak. (Essentially just take a Kenku from DnD and give it wings, and a plague doctor outfit.)
Abilities: They are a magic practitioner, specializing in necromancy, alchemy, chaos magic, and experimentation. She is also good with medicine, and despite not being licensed in any way, is incredibly good at healing people. Birds, specifically corvids, seem to follow them around, and will obey their commands. Their "flock" consists mostly of crows and ravens, but has a few magpies and rooks as well. This Flock is actually tied to her, so protection spells and immunities that she has extend to them. They can make noises like that of corvids, allowing for communication with their flock, and can also mimic sounds.
Behavior: They are generally a wise and intelligent person, taking the logical approach to things. They are kind, and are always willing to lend a helping hand.
Background: [ERROR: DATA LOST]
(The persona reference is a WIP im writing this late at night and I gotta go to sleep, I'll finish it later.)
(Contact me if you want an autopsy or reanimation done)
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Stealing these crows from this post
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Avatar Spider x male reader platonic who is a sort of experimental thing to see if they could have humans develope lungs to breathe the pandora air, and like reader was dumped there and made a place for himself and ran into Spider where they sort of make a connection since reader is human adjacent being the normal height of a human man and Spider being a kid, Spider starts hanging out with reader a lot and the Sully family becomes curious where their stray has been going so they investigate to find reader and Spider huddled up in a blanket and reader telling mythology of earth such as Greek, Norse, Egyptian and such teaching Spider to write and connect with his human side in a different way. I imagine reader is a average human height gills like stuff on his neck and having una rural eyes but nothing too different from humans
𝖠𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖲𝗉𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖬𝖺𝗅𝖾! 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖼.
I LOVED THE IDEA SO MUCH WAAA! 🫣💕
꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ
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꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ
- Be careful Spider. The air doesn't last that long. - a tired voice shouted to the escaped boy outside of Pandora.
- Aha! - the gorilla boy, so nicknamed by the scientists, ran to the Sullys, his adoptive family. For obvious reasons, he knows he will never be accepted by Neytiri, but as long as Kiri, Tuk, Lo'ak, and Neteyam accept him he has no problem with the female.
As the boy ran he stumbled over utensils on the ground, but not any utensils, but human objects. Specifically, forks and knives, these utensils he knows are used by humans, so there must be one nearby. As a human raised in an environment of alien cats, curiosity got the better of him. He followed the trail, looking for someone until he found a cave full of plants, he found nothing but a human-sized house. Spider was confused, someone like him? He was excited, he wanted to meet you already.
For your part, you had gone hunting, in search of food. The food on Pandora was a bit… unusual to that of Earth, with totally indescribable flavors. Some are better than others, you really missed the food of Earth and the Earth itself. You went back with food for the day until you walked in and bumped into a boy not much shorter than you.
- I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was there. - Exalted he apologized in fear and pulled out your utensils. - You dropped these, I found them on the floor, I was just coming to give them back to you. I'm leaving now. - Having said this, he headed for the leafy exit but you stopped him.
- Easy, little one. You can stay here for a while. And thanks for the silverware. - You smiled as you put your food for the day on the floor. Spider stood there looking at you, why didn't you have a mask on your face and not choking? For your part, you noticed the boy's expression and laughed a little.
- I was an experiment of humans and they threw me here in Pandora. - You innocently left your bow on a table and looked at the little boy, he looked upset.
- I'm sorry you had to go through that. - He looked at the floor a little uncomfortably. You smiled at him and walked over to him.
- It's nothing. I've already gotten used to living here. But I'm glad there are people like you, who bother to apply the ways of the Na'vi. - The Boy smiled at your comment, but he couldn't help feeling bad, after all, he was human too. - Well, enough about me. Let's talk about you, what's your name, little one? - you asked, ruffling his dreadlocks.
- Spider. I live with the Sully family. I'm considered family, well, sort of. - proudly he looked at you and you laughed, the Sullys? he won the lottery, you can imagine that the "more or less" goes for Neytiri.
- Oh my! You've gone with the Toruk Makto family, lucky you. - you laughed grabbing your bow again. Spider laughed as he followed you with a twinkle in his eye, admiring you in the blink of an eye. - Will you come on an expedition with me for a while? - Spider nodded happily, Spider's happiness levels were sky-high. He has a lot of questions, he has always been a curious person, so he was going to ask you to show him human things.
About three weeks passed and Spider's visits were daily and constant, not unlike with the Sullys, who were starting to worry. Kiri was the one who was most worried, her monkey had disappeared out of nowhere. So she managed to convince her siblings to look for him, Kiri knew that Lo'ak and Tuk would help her, but Neteyam was more complicated since he is busy all the time, she doesn't blame him, that's the thing about being the big brother.
- Where are we going to keep looking? We've been here for two hours… - Lo'ak was annoyed, where was that annoying Spider?
- Shh. I hear voices. And they are not yours. - The older brother shushed everyone and motioned for his brothers to follow. The closer they got, the more the conversation got louder.
- Can you hear it? - Neteyam whispers to his brothers, and they nod.
- Very good! You are a quick learner Spider. Now read the next paragraph. - An unrecognizable voice spoke and mentioned Pandora's Tarzan. Lo'ak's face was a poem, what is going on, he doesn't understand anything and the worst thing is that he is a restless ass and wants to see.
- Anubis. Funerary god patron of embalmers. The main divinity of the XVII nome of Upper Egypt, the dog god Anubis, whose name describes the position in which he is most often represented, as it probably means <be lying (on the belly)> was the main god of the dead of Egypt before the popular fervor was gradually conferring that position to Osiris. His main epithets accurately describe the various aspects of his personality. As lord and guardian of the necropolis to whom it falls to introduce the dead in the afterlife, the lord of the sacred land. - You were impressed you had only been practicing reading for four days, and he read almost an entire page to you.
- Spider. I'm impressed. Wow. You're a great reader! You've only been practicing for four days. - You pull the blanket over him more and he snuggles up to you. These days he's noticed a connection, as Kiri would say. Platonic, he has become very fond of you and sees you as a relative.
- Well… that's because you taught me! - Spider laughs as he threads his arm through yours while reading on.
- Spider! - shouts Lo'ak suddenly entering, your face looks confused and Spider is surprised. He feels disloyal, he really hadn't realized that they could be worried about just him disappearing.
- Sorry guys! I should have told you… but it was for Y/N's sake. He's been living alone and he's a human and I didn't want him to- - the Tarzan was cut off by Kiri.
- Spider, relax, we are not angry, we are just worried. We are glad you found another human. We would like to know why he is not suffocating and running out of breath. - Kiri is always showing understanding and curiosity at all time.
- I am an experiment of the humans, they wanted to develop some way to be able to breathe in Pandora without the contraptions, and that's where I came from. - You explained by touching your gills, the blue beings were empathic until Lo'ak cleared the atmosphere.
- What were you reading? - Curious, he approached the foot of the large hammock where the humans were.
- Egyptian Mythology. They are the beliefs of a collective of humans from a thousand years ago. - As he said this, the other three brothers approached and showed interest in the subject.
Spider was really happy, he was learning a lot of things about the earth, he was with his brothers and with his new best friend, Y/N.
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mischief-and-mercy · 8 months
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Arabian Nights
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Warnings: None Words: 1k Summary: You get lost in a sandstorm, but stumble upon the avatar of Ra's tomb. What happens when you're yanked into becoming an avatar?
“Hello?!” you screamed, your voice hoarse. You held your forearm over your eyes as the sand whipped around you. The wind and sand combined whipped you from side to side, forcing you to focus on staying upright instead of trying to get back to your archeology site. You had made a record-breaking discovery before the sandstorm set in. 
It was a stupid idea to venture away from the rest of your group with the sandstorm forcing its way in. Unfortunately, you weren’t exactly known for your common sense. Stumbling on something unknown, you fell flat out onto the sand. The coarse gains scratched at your skin, reminding you of the breaths you drew in that burned like the worst fire.
Your fingers scrabbled at what you stumbled on. Burning hot was the first thing that registered in your mind. Maybe you should have let go of whatever the hell you were holding, but the sandstorm seemed a little less rough, a little less painful. You could breathe, the world was becoming easier to see through. Yet, when someone spoke to you, you couldn’t see where they stood. There was no body attached to the rough voice that echoed through your head.
“Get up, ostrich,” the voice snapped. “The world needs another avatar before Ammit eats all the unworthy souls.”
“Who are you?!” you shouted, stumbling around in a circle. Tan cloths circled your arms, shielding what it could from the sand that whipped harsher around your skin. “Please, if you can, help me!”
“I am helping you, little bird,” the low voice rumbled. “This sand storm will not affect you, despite the pitiful little winces you’re giving me. The Egyptian mythology you have been studying for so long is real. Ammit has been released from her tomb, much how you have released me from mine. The tomb is close.”
“How am I supposed to get there?!” you screamed at nothing, still whirling in a circle. There was no one there. Were you going insane?! Who was speaking to you?
“Little bird, there is much for you to learn,” the voice said as the sand started to clear. Standing in front of you was a nine foot tall bird-man with a bird head. Even though you studied mythology, this was too much to handle.
You paced back and forth, your arms holding your elbows. “No, I’m going crazy. I’m going crazy, this is crazy, this is bonkers, I’m going crazy-” your voice started to rise as you continued to rant.
The bird-man spoke, interrupting your rant. “You’re not going crazy. In your search for more, you have stumbled upon my tomb. My own daughter sealed me away, thinking I was crazy. Ammit is going to be released. Your help is needed.”
“I don’t even know what the hell I’m doing!”
“You will.”
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Ten minutes later, you were wrapped in golden robes, billowing around you as sand swirled around your feet. You shifted in place, annoyed at the way the ends of the wraps twisted around your ankles. Some sort of shades covered part of your face, allowing you to see the details of everything around you. While the sky was dark, you were still able to pick out certain movements across the sand.
Your feet started to lift off the ground and you screeched, your arms flailing in an attempt to keep your balance. Thankfully, the wind lifting you up kept you upright. If there were nothing keeping you upright, you would have had a mouthful of sand and more than one chipped tooth… And a possible broken nose.
The wind yanked you forward and you couldn’t help the childish squeal that escaped your mouth. Longer than you thought was necessary (even though it was probably no more than twenty minutes), you landed in Cairo. Screams were the first thing that reached your ears, which led you to bolting towards the source of the noise. Did you have any idea about what you were doing? No. Were you going to figure it out at some point, even if it causes you personal injury? Yes.
Barreling into someone with a purple staff, one single thought raced through your mind. This is how I’m going to die.
A blast of purple sent you back into the side of a building and a cry erupted from your throat. As far as you knew, nothing was broken. Figures danced in front of your eyes as you tried to focus on the two… no, three people fighting in the middle of the city.
“Get up, you fool!” Ra raged, his robes billowing behind him. “You must trap his avatar before Ammit gets more souls! He’s only becoming more powerful!”
“Go help skull-head,” you snapped as you stumbled up, clearly referring to the other animal-headed gods fighting it out in front of a pyramid. You stalked forward towards the man, following the feeling in your gut that told you to alter your hands in the shape of what looked suspiciously like a hieroglyph. A flash of light and a bang later, the longer-haired man was on the ground, restrained by glowing white cords.
The man in white stared at you like you had just kicked his puppy. The curly-haired woman stared at you like you had grown two heads. Staring back at them both, you held your hands up in what you hoped was a “I’m a nice person, I’m here to help” gesture. Obviously, it wasn’t successful because the next thing you knew, there was a dagger at your throat.
“Who are you?” the man in white snarled.
“I’m trying to help,” you wheezed, clinging to his wrist. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I swear to God I’m just trying to help.”
The knife was removed, but the steely eyed glint reminded you that you still weren’t in truly safe territory. Your hands trembled as you looked back at the man you had bound, still attempting to squirm through the cords.
“Should we do something about him?”
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Five months later, and a serious amount of time spent with Steven Grant and Marc Spector, you looked at the site you had finally uncovered. You held Steven’s hand as you looked out on the golden sand of Egypt. Teams of archeologists moved through the dig site, collecting fragile pieces of history. 
“I told you what we do is really cool,” you said triumphantly. 
“Mm… and there’s something else you never needed to tell me that I knew.”
“And what was that?”
“That we love you.”
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alatismeni-theitsa · 4 months
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I'm not sure how much you keep up with Percy Jackson and its spin-offs, personally I like the series, but my G-d it is NOT an accurate portrayal of Greek mythology whatsoever, as I'm sure you're aware! Did you know that Rick Riordan set it in the USA because of how great western civilization is and how Western countries are more relevant to modern society? I'm not even joking or exaggerating.
Honestly, I do think that putting the gods in US America can be justified for the right reasons. I don't think there's anything inherently offensive about the Underworld being under LA or Olympus being above NYC. Especially with the demigod camp being on Long Island, like, okay, you wanna keep the gods close by. It's a story about an American middle-school boy, so yeah, it'll be very American. That's fair.
But the reason the author gives for it is so offensive! If this was a story about, say, the Egyptian gods, more people would understand why "west is best" is an offensive thing to say, but I guess it doesn't matter when the gods/culture being adapted is white passing enough or whatever the fuck.
(Tbfh even if he'd said that about, say, the Norse gods, or something else that is undeniably white, it'd still be disrespectful as hell. America-centricism is so fucking exhausting!)
It's actually disappointing bc, even though the books aren't true to Greek myth (don't even get me started on how badly they portray Hades and literally blame him for WWII and imply Hitler is his son), they've gotten so many kids interested in greek mythology. Oh sure, there's some weirdos who read the books and claim to worship whoever their "godly parent" would be, but there's even more people who truly got so much knowledge and respect for actual mythology from the books! And as terrible as the Greek representation is, the other representation is done really well, especially in neurodivergency/disability. I obviously wish he'd handled race/ethnicity (and religion) better, but for all the 'offensive' stuff that exists in the books there's also so many great things. So many different portrayals of love and friendship and bravery.
It's honestly no wonder the books are still a comfort series even for those who have outgrown them, and it makes the offensive stuff even worse, almost like a betrayal in some way. It's not like Rick Riordan is going out of his way to be a fatphobic antisemitic TERF like some other YA fantasy authors out there. He's someone who seems to actually care about representation in his work, which makes it all the times more hurtful when he *doesn't* care or when he writes stuff like that.
ooooh yeaah I unfortunately know all this and have posted about this 4-5 times already 😂 An extremely imperialistic view, this author has. But in this USAmericanized world, people need to do some deconstruction to see the fucked up aspects of these books. I wouldn't be opposed to seeing the Greek gods in other countries in general but the reason they went to the US is very problematic - and I don't throw this word around easily.
As you said the series has good stuff too and it has brought joy to many kids worldwide (me included), so anyone who likes PJO don't think that I'm shitting on it too much 😄 But there are definitely some things to be addressed there and that we should discuss. Like how the attitude of the writer only continued the sense of entitlement and ownership the West has over Greek figures. And because Riordan usually cares, it's sad that he let his cultural biases define his most popular series.
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