#he's my son my right hand man my silly rabbit

[pumpkinspice-prouvaire]

barricade day aka same blond twink on my dash 800 times

#enjolras i adore u #he's my son my right hand man my silly rabbit #barricade day #les miserables

[feyburner]

Mike and Nacho’s relationship in s1-3 makes me absolutely fucking insane btw like. During the whole thing with Wormald the way Nacho is instantly like [game recognize game] with Mike and knows he’s the one running the shots and then. the baseball card debacle and Mike visiting Nacho at his dads business and giving him the carrot and stick speech while also making it clear he is Not there to threaten Nacho’s family and then. When Nacho wants Tuco killed and calls up the vet and asks for Mike by name bc he knows Mike will get it done and then afterward the moment when Nacho is like “You did a lot to avoid pulling that trigger. Why?” AND HOW IT CARRIES THEM ALL THE WAY TO “YOURE NOT THE ONE I NEED TO HEAR IT FROM……” CHRIST IM SICK IM SICK THEY COULD HAVE . THEY HAD SO MUCH POTENTIAL IM GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#the overlap between bcs enjoyers and ‘people who will understand what i mean when i say shizunfucking’ is not huge i think but ohhhmeingott. #tumblrina voice It’s about mutual respect and recognition it’s about honor it’s about fathers (Manuel) and sons (Matty) it’s about #presence it’s about absence it’s about negative space it’s about the bad choice road and the open sky….. #their dynamic is so fucking . god #i think how other people feel about jesse pink man is how i feel about nacho varga except he’s not my soaking wet little meow meow #he’s my right hand arm man my christ figure my lamb my wolf my brilliant burning flame my best friend my silly rabbit my rising angel #and also he honey potted his way into being halfway to a salamanca. good christ.

[jimgandolfini]

struggling so bad as a lover of a side character

there’s not one episode of suck session I can put on that features frank a significant amount/majority of the time let alone is centered around frank

I’m not prepared to rewatch season 4 yet (which had the most frank of any season) or rewatch the show (again) at all rn like I just want to see some Frank Vernon yall that’s it!!

must I do the work of stringing together screen recordings of his little periodical scenes??? must I patch it all together to make a meal out of mere crumbs??!!

must I be condemned to suffer forever? 😔😔

#retired janitors of Idaho is my best friend my right hand arm man my silly rabbit #tern haven and the Norway one and the board meeting when he’s fired and honeymoon states #and hunting #have a decent amount of Frank screen time #but still #i yearn #Jesse was incorrect this show should’ve just been about frogan #with Karl and Connor thrown in for added comic relief #not the struggle between father and son

[kerubimcrepin]

Liveblog - Dofus, livre 1 : Julith [PART 4]

"BOUBOL"

Besides the fact that I think Joris is threatened by Lilotte's presence, I think Lilotte is a bit jealous of Joris's position in life. He's just like her... but luckier. He has a father he has a very close relationship with, yet he's judging her from his own, somewhat privileged position.

I know this scene is probably just about showing that Joris has speed and strength atypical for normal children. I just like reading into things.

Just looking at this makes me feel suicidal. You know what? Fuck this. I am stealing this translation. I remember someone else doing one.

I can't translate the second page because it's too much. Just too much.

Babygirl your haunted stares have bewitched me.

This still says "BOUBOL", but it now also seems to say "SUPG SORDES". Unless I'm stupid. It's kinda hard to understand because some letters are atypical.

Joris 320 years later when he finds one of his hand written self-insert fanfics of being Khan's coolest most beloved right-hand arm man woman silly rabbit and getting a single kiss on the forehead (with roses straight from Shoujo Manga drawn on that page of the manuscript): I am going to kill mys——

I think that Joris is at the age where Kerubim could fucking tell him a single thing. Like literally any single thing to give him context.

"Something dangerous is going on, the world needs saving! And to save it, I have to leave, and you have to guard the store." or "Someone DIED. (a lie, but the situation is just as grave, so whatever)"

But no, he just leaves, without giving Joris a single idea of how serious the situation is, despite it literally concerning him and his safety. The Kerubim Crepin AAA+ parenting.

From Joris's POV, it's not like something urgent came up, something dangerous, — it's that Kerubim "forgor :3" again. As he always does. He even calls it an errand. Who the fuck calls a dangerous situation an errand? Kerubim "dangerously addicted to lying to my son about how bad things are" Crepin, that's who.

The way he starts out angry and just ends in a ":(" is just... heartbreaking, man.

He tries to appeal to his maturity and desire to please, but from Joris's POV, he's been doing a lot of favours for Kerubim his whole life. And in response, this guy can't even go and have fun with him at the stadium. Two times now, actually. It's almost like he just promises him things so he'll shut up, and never goes through on purpose.

We know it's not like that for Kerubim, but I understand why Joris reacts the way he does.

Very cute ad.

Dofus livre 2 when Simone comes into the room to beat everyone who wronged her little nephew to death:

(Joris felt awkward about going to her and Julie with the whole "everyone is dead" issue for the entirety of livre 1 bc of their Out-of-Town Octopus Barbecue plans)

#ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #krosmoz #dofusmovie #joris jurgen #Youtube

[junk-culture]

thinking about becket or the honour of god by jean anouilh 1961 again and like. yes henry's romantic love is blatant but the sort of. parental themes of it all are interesting too? like it's abt the inherently fucked up dynamics of royal families. the loneliness of being king etc.

(not to mention henry's subsequent lack of affection for his own sons ... he's never breaking the cycle etc).

like it's a case of henrys mommy issues/lack of any genuine parental love and how he seems to find that/wish for that in becket. there is constantly something familial abt their interactions, from their outward appearances as the childish king and his older, wiser chancellor, to everything else abt them.

the way henry is always saying that becket taught him everything. ("every thought in my head came from you" is quite something.)

the "gently, as if to a little boy" and the rare use of henrys name is especially insane here because this isn't actually becket speaking, it's from henry's imagined conversation as he kneels by becket's tomb. but it's there in their real interactions too.

+ this bit below which i went crazy over because it's an extra little moment that wasn't in the film: when henry falls asleep in becket's bed after gwendolyns suicide, he wakes again with a nightmare, and becket soothes him back to sleep like a child:

+ there's other stuff i could point to but yeah basically yes henry was insanely in love but their relationship genuinely contains many multitudes.... ruler and subject. older brother and little brother. friends. best friends who go out hunting drinking wenching sharing the same girl's bed etc. enemies. norman conquerer and conquered saxon. man who is deeply in love with the man who cares for no one and hates to be loved. father and son. the church and the state. the king and his right hand arm/man/confidant/silly rabbit. evil old men yaoi boys. etc etc etc etc etc etc

#well i love some 2am “literary analysis” if i can even call it that. #i am going to make another post specifically abt the romantic aspect actually but that's for another day slash sleepless night #becket #becket 1964

[blackashbluephoenix]

Just rewatching season 6 and it’s so wild to me how Harvey is the first person Mike sees when walking out of prison. Not Rachel, because somehow they decided he could wait a little longer to see his beloved fiancé in favor of seeing his boss’ sweet sweet face first (even though Harvey has been visiting Mike literally every fucking day in prison already) And THEN the show has the AUDACITY to only give them a handshake??? Like excuse me that is his right hand arm man his confidante his silly rabbit and they don’t get one single kiss?? I’m burning this place to the ground immediately.

My guess? The showrunners decided that having them hug would be too gay. They cut the hug before Mike went into prison too- too many men hugs too close together I guess.

They'd already started going really hardcore with the idea that Mike and Harvey are brothers or father and son, even when multiple other characters reference them (usually in a derogatory way) as being couple-like. Not to mention that Harvey makes a few jokes about being open to sleeping with men, their overall d/s dynamic (especially in seasons 1 and 2), the prostate jokes, and the two actors' talking about viewing fanfiction and fanart...

I've said it before and I'll say it again- nothing is more secretly homophobic than a show that began in the late 2000s or early 2010s. (Merlin, Supernatural, Sherlock, Suits...). Queerbaiting was really out of control then. JUST LET BOYS KISS. But anyway, they'll be doing a lot more than hugging really soon after that point in my version. The teaser on A03 has them borderline cuddling as it is.

#marvey #mike x harvey

[aphroditestummyrolls]

Oh hi @shit-people-probably-didnt-say here’s a taste of the beginning of this story that I am now writing (please please hop into my dms/askbox anytime, like, I have nothing but thoughts about colm fahey, and a whole series outlined for the engagement of our beloved boys 😂 and I love to chat about it!)

The leaves rustled, a warm breeze shaking a few soft pink flowers loose around his shoulders. The jurda was high, a wide swath of orange, gold, and green in the fields beyond. They seemed almost endless from up here on his wife’s hill, looking out across their home under a dusky blue sky. Colm sighed, looking up through her branches, where he could see the first twinkle of a few stars between the leaves.

It was like a wink— familiar and comforting, leaving him feeling warm inside from more than the whiskey in his hand. Sometimes, he still felt like he and Aditi were sharing a glance across the proverbial room. He looked through the branches above, and saw her smiling at him, like their own private little joke.

“Our boy’s getting married, Addy.” He cleared his throat, voice raspy from the long day. The long week. The long year, maybe. “You’d, um, you would like him— he’s a sweet boy, he… Well, they’re not boys, really. Our son’s a grown man.”

Funny how that happens, he could swear he heard her tease. She had a bright, loud laugh, like a church bell on a clear morning.

Wish you were here. He couldn’t help it, even if it felt like a silly sentiment after all this time— it had been 20 years without her— but, Colm didn’t let himself think too hard about it. How different this whole wedding business would be if she was able to be there with them. He didn’t give in to the gnawing emptiness in his gut that dogged his every step, the wish you were here, wish you were here, wish…

He’d grown accustomed to it. It was an old pain. But now, Jesper was getting married, and knowing she was looking down and winking from the stars didn’t feel like enough right then. She was supposed to be steaming the pleats of Jesper’s kilt for tomorrow, sharing a drink with Marya and Colm while they toasted their new, expanding family. She was supposed to be here, to stand by his side while their little rabbit married the love of his life, to slip her hand into his while the memories of their own small ceremony filled their heads.

She was supposed to be here.

As if on cue, a breeze shook down a swirl of pink petals, and a flower landed itself right in the last sip of his whiskey.

It punched a laugh out of him, shaking his shoulders with it as he blinked a prickle of heat from his eyes. Colm dragged in a deep breath and let it out long, sitting down in his time-honoured spot in the grass. The world smelled like warm earth and sweet, flowering jurda, and he settled into the early summer evening.

“You’d love this lad he’s got eyes for.” His knees ached as he crossed his legs in front of him. How long had he been standing there, staring at a tree trunk with an empty glass in his hand?

Must’ve looked silly, he chuckled, that’s what the stars are laughing at you for.

“This lad, he reminds me of you— quick as a whip, always asking questions about how things work. But, I suppose I always end up seeing a piece of you in the people I like, don’t I? And I’m sure you’re just loving that.” He chuckled, misty with the nostalgia of it. Aditi Hili had an effect on people. Like a fabrikator making gardens bloom, or transferring fresh colour into a washed out room, she brought a sparkle of excitement wherever she went. It wasn’t her gift that did that, either— it was just her.

Jesper was like that, too.

He fished the cherry blossom out of his glass, and set it at the base of the tree trunk. That last sip of amber liquid sloshed at the bottom of the cup, and he poured it onto the roots.

“Jes gets more like you every time I look at him, I think.”

It’ll probably be up tomorrow, while I continue to crawl through the second chapter of Between Hope and Desperation 😘✌️

#six of crows #shadow and bone netflix #wesper #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #colm fahey #aditi hilli #marya hendriks #the engagement series #the wedding fic

[bending-sickle]

h'okay so i am rewatching dawn of the planet of the apes (2014) and just have like, this one rant about a detonating interaction:

okay so the humans have trespassed a second time and asked to be allowed to work on the hydroelectric plant, which is no innocent little exercise

Dreyfus: [That] power... is not just about keeping the lights on. It's about giving us the tools to reconnect to the rest of the world. To find out who else is out there so that we can start to rebuild and reclaim the world we lost.

and koba reiterates his "this is a bad fucking idea, Caesar, giving them power will bite us in the ass, we should go to war"

and like, he's not even being paranoid either because:

Dreyfus: I'm gonna take some men up to Fort Point. I'm gonna go through the armory. I'm gonna see what's still working. Three days. You're not back in three days we're going up there, and we're gonna kill every last one of them.

so while caesar is letting the humans do their Human Work (and ooooh, when koba snaps back with his scars as evidence of Human Work), koba is off seeing the arsenal being readied.

which means he both misses seeing:

alvarez carver endanger caesar's newborn

carver smuggle in a gun and threaten apes with it

apes helping pull humans out of the rubble of their own making

ellie saving cornelia's life with medicine

but like. he's just been to the city and seen the humans getting ready to destroy them all, so he's a little distressed when he finds caesar with the humans at the hydro:

Koba: Just came from the city. Humans very dangerous! Where is Caesar? [Ape]: With the humans... Foster: Yo, Alex. This relay's busted. See if there's another one. Yeah. Koba: [enters] Caesar. [pushes Alex aside; Alex falls] Alex: Hey! Koba: [snarls at Alex] Malcolm: [getting between the two] No! No, no, no, don't! No! No! No! Maurice: [stands in Koba's way]

[which, idk man, if a super angry ape on a mission shoves me aside i would not utter an annoyed dude wtf "hey!" at him]

Koba: [cont.] Where Caesar? Want Caesar. Caesar! Caesar: [shows himself] Koba: Humans attack your sons. You let them stay! Put apes in danger! Caesar love humans more than apes! More than your sons.

and like okay the last dig must've stung but the first bit? valid as fuck. and what does caesar do? absolutely whales on him. i'm talking ketamine ape levels. doesn't say anything at all, just screams and goes right for it. he beats the shit out of koba and has his hands around koba's throat.

you know, the ape who just a few days ago had said:

Koba: For years I was a prisoner in their lab. They cut me. Tortured me. You freed me. I would do anything you ask.

and he clearly has every intent of killing his right-hand arm man. his silly rabbit ape and friend:

Caesar: [making a visible effort to stop himself] Ape not kill ape.

all for *checks notes* barging in and saying "yo dude wtf"

and then what happens?

Koba: Forgive me.

and it's like...wtf for, my guy? for taking a beating and attempted-murder in front of friend and foe? for going "dude wtf are you doing with the enemy who is literally right this second raiding their arsenal to come kill us all?"

and then caesar's like "oh koba only learned hate from humans, he's all dark and twisted and evil" like my brother on a different evolutionary tree, consider your actions for one second

* why in the fuck was an infant taken on this outing with enemies, far away from its mother or any sort of safety? i don't fucking know. i thought caesar was smart.

#wow sorry that got long #just be glad i'm not ranting about the shit science and research in rise of the pota because i would never shut up #planet of the apes #randomness #sorry about the transcript and play by play i found the vid after writing it all up

[kennyomegasweave]

I'm finally starting Episode 4. I've put it off cause I know Nueng yells at Palm and I didn't want to have to be hateful about him being rude to my man, but I know I must. Onwards to my live thoughts. 

Oh this fucking asshole dad. "Look at my son's condition, he was in the hospital!" Well your son is a bitch and he only has one bruise. What a weak ass bitch to need to be in the hospital after that.

Again I ask. Why doesn't Palm have a tie? Is it cause he's poor? Can he not afford a tie? Nueng get him a tie!

SORTA HANDHOLDING. Whee. It's been two minutes. I'm already overcome.

Not Chopper and Nueng both looking all cute when hearing about about Chinese I love you. Aww Nueng is really out here like "I wanna do this project with Palm." Who is currently suspended and not even present. That's so cute.

Chopper babe, your dad is shady as hell, and possibly killed your uncle, but if he didn't, I'm guessing he wants you to learn to shoot cause you MIGHT be in danger. Your uncle was straight up murdered in an alley and no one knows who did it.

NUENG CREEPING WHILE PALM WASHED THE CAR. I SEE YOU. Once again, I know Nueng because I am Nueng.

My bestie has said many times she wants to get business cards that say "she gay dude stop it lol" to hand out at the bar when she's with me. This is relevant because I feel someone needs to slide one to Maggie and just cross off the s.

Not Nueng doing a threepeat with his eyes looking at shirtless Palm. As always, same bestie. NOT NUENG PASSING INTO PALM'S ROOM TWO INCHES AWAY FROM HIS FACE.

PALM WASN'T JUST SHIRTLESS HE'S IN A TOWEL??? OKAY NUENG OKAY BITCH.

NUENG. Your room is small, my room is big, you should move upstairs. First, you may as well have said "my bed is a California king." Also you know Palm's dad would never let him move upstairs. He's downstairs with the help baby.

Nueng really just keeps trying to blur the lines between employee and employer and Palm is trying to keep his place while also being thirsty as hell. My poor baby. Pour one out for Palm because he is in a hard place, no pun intended.

I do not like this "your number is dead" possible foreshadowing. I swear I thought the director said this wouldn't have a happy ending but they also got an Our Sky episode? So now I am all confused.

Aww Chopper and Nueng having cousin bonding. Let's be honest, neither of these kids want the family business. This is the tragedy.

Maggie is so cute and sweet and I know she just has a crush but baby it's not gonna work out. We need to continue playing Jonny McGovern's Don't Fall In Love With A Homo (A Song For The Ladies) for her until she understands.

So the song of this episode is gonna be Jealous by Nick Jonas because Nueng is already starting to act like an ass because he's mad about Maggie, who again, Palm don't want.

Oh this story is cute but again I don't like the possibly foreshadowing about lovers being separated but still in love. Nueng really puts his face all up in Palm's. Sir. Calm down. Talking about giving a reward while two inches away from another man's face. Sir. Sir please.

Chopper is my right hand arm man, my everything, my best friend, my confidant, my silly rabbit. And he's looking a whole clown over Ben. This is not endearing Ben to me. "I like those who are similar to me." OH GET FUCKED BEN. You've said that twice now and it's not cute. "Who wouldn't like you?" Chopper I want you to love yourself, I want you to want more for yourself, I want you stop caring about this boy and the fucked up part in his hair.

Palm is really praying over their paper. Baby just wants to get a good grade for Nueng because, let's be honest, he doesn't care about school. Was he even in it before? He was working on a boat.

I cannot stand Ben. And I need Nueng to do better. Nueng's face when Ben gave him that paper? How the fuck did Ben push past that? Why the fuck did Nueng let him? This is just embarrassing for everyone. I'm embarrassed. I can't decide if Ben is just that much of a cringefail 17 year old with a crush that he's just pushing ahead or if he's shady and I don't like that.

See this kiss is godawful and Nueng doesn't seem into Ben at all, but they did the heartbeat noise when they held hands that they earlier did when he was checking out Palm in a towel and so I genuinely think I'm supposed to think this is a real triangle*. And I don't understand. I DON'T UNDERSTAND. * - I want to say quad for my boy Chopper's sake but I don't feel that's going well right now, lol

Nueng you cannot mack on Ben and then be mad Palm doesn't want to talk to you. You don't get to do that. Oh mY GOD. Palm's reaction to that kiss. The boy is in deep deep. NUENG HOW CAN YOU BE UPSET PALM SAW. Palm is breaking my heart. Straight up. They are both dumb but I understand Palm, he's the one at a social disadvantage here and Nueng is just straight up refusing to acknowledge that.

Oh Nueng sitting up in that bathtub with that expression thinking about Palm. I know my man had ~fun 🍆🍆🍆~ in that tub.

Ben said "I thought you wouldn't talk to me after that day" about kissing Nueng. And he said that earlier to Chopper. If this means Ben made a move on Chopper and he reacted poorly, I will scream. I will stand with my cancelled wife Chopper but I will be prepared to soften on Ben. lol

Nueng is just getting white girl wasted and that never ends well. Where did Ben go? Like genuinely why is he letting his boyfriend get white girl wasted in a jealous rage? Oh Nueng don't do this in front of Maggie. In front of everyone. Oh see I'm not as mad at Nueng here now I'm like absolutely sad for him. Although my heart hurts for Palm too. 

Oh this shit escalated like really fast? Dear lord. Isn't this a party for the olds? Palm is straight up coughing blood. Nueng is having a panic attack and puking. They're reaching for each other and like I just genuinely don't understand how this happened? The party seemed chill? It wasn't even a house party? Thailand is wild. Again though I ask, where did Ben go? Did I miss him saying bye? I might have, but if I didn’t, this is one more time Nueng has got his ass beat while Ben was MIA. Suspicious.

Okay the preview. Ben def has a homophobic dad and, coupled with how I think Chopper might have acted a fool in the past, I'm feeling bad for him? I still need him to understand that Nueng Does. Not. Want. Him. But like damn.

I am genuinely so into this show, but now I’m like well damn maybe Ben isn’t like 100% terrible? And ugh. But also he may still be? And I just really need Palm to just straight up yell at Nueng. Like just let it all out baby. I know he can’t, but ugh. Nueng really needs like several reality checks, but he’s wealthy so I’m not sure how that’s gonna happen? I’m so ready for tomorrow and the next episode. Bring it on. 

#never let me go #regular clyde #live thoughts bitches #I am so invested in this show #this is amazing #this episode was bonkers #that ending came out of fucking nowhere #straight up RKO OUTTA NOWHERE

[joeyloganho]

"A Mad Meeting" (Hatter (1999) x S/I) Chapter 1

A/N: This is gonna end up being multipart. But for now here's chapter 1. Chapter 2 is being written, but i wanted to get the first part out. It's a bit lengthy. I think it's a little over 1300 words. Anyway, enjoy me being a prince and meeting the Hatter. :3

Victor’s life in Wonderland was not boring in the slightest. He was constantly bombarded by messages from the Queen of Hearts to visit her part of Wonderland. She was enchanted by Victor’s father, The King of Spades. Despite the Queen of Hearts having her husband, the King of Hearts, she didn’t seem to want much to do with him these days. So she bothered the King of Spades instead. 

Victor saw right through this. She was trying to gain control of the Spades’s land in Wonderland. The prince could tell that she was playing her game, as she always did. Victor wasn’t going to have any of it. He told his father one morning that he was going to travel to The Queen of Hearts’s kingdom and explain to her that things wouldn’t work out. 

“Oh my dear son, I don’t think that’s very intelligent of you.” The King said, sighing as he took a sip of his tea. 

“And why not?” Victor asked, crossing his arms dramatically. 

“You know that the queen has…anger issues, to say the least.” The King told his son, dramatically waving his free hand in the air. Victor rolled his eyes, resting his elbows on the table the two sat at. 

“But Father-” Victor began. 

“No, Victor. You can’t go barging over there and expect her to listen to you. She wouldn’t even listen to me, I don’t think.” He said with a sigh. 

“Then what are we to do? Allow her to take over?” Victor questioned. 

“Now that won’t be happening, I can assure you of that, my dear son.” The King said with a smile. “I must attend a meeting, dear. Please, go about your daily business. But don’t approach the Queen of Hearts.” 

“If you insist, father.” Victor said, knowing that he wasn’t being completely truthful in the moment. 

~

Perhaps he wouldn’t go looking for her today. Perhaps he would just go for a walk in her land. After all, no one would find that suspicious really. Victor had been there before, if only briefly, but he had still been. He decided that he would go look around her side of things, hoping not to run into anyone who might recognize him. Not out of fear or anything like that, he just simply didn’t want the attention on him. 

Dressing in a fancy suit, Victor put some eyeliner on before telling his father’s assistant, The Jack Russell, that he would be going for a walk. 

“Oh do be safe.” Jack told him, ruffling his nose through papers that sat upon his desk. 

“I will.” Victor smiled, saying goodbye as he walked out of the castle. He said hello to the Spade Guards, and greeted passersby’s that bowed to him as he made his way to his destination. Not that he had much of a destination really. He just wanted to explore. 

~

Victor walked through a slightly wooded area, the sound of loud talking growing ever so close. He wondered who was nearby, but he still didn’t see them. They sounded awfully loud though. He didn’t think they could be more than a few feet away from him. He looked all around, but saw nothing, except for a large table at least half a mile away. 

“Surely that crew can’t be making all this noise?” He asked himself. 

It was, however, the three people up ahead laughing and giggling to each other that made such a loud noise. Victor approached the three of them quietly. One was a rabbit wearing a suit, one was a little mouse, and the other was a man, wearing a suit and a top hat. 

“That’s odd, Hatter.” The rabbit said. 

“Oh what, you’ve come across another odd feeling? How about that! Three today!” The man, apparently the Hatter, said with a loud laugh. 

“Yes…I sense a person’s here.” The rabbit sighed. 

“Are you talking about me or the rather dashing fancy man who is standing behind you?” Hatter questioned. 

“No it’s not you, you silly goose! Perhaps it is the person standing behind me.” The rabbit sighed. “The person standing behind me?!” He yelled, turning around. “When did YOU get here?” He questioned.

“Only a moment ago.” Victor smiled. “What do we have here, a party?” 

“A TEA party.” The little mouse said in a sleepy little voice. 

“Lovely.” Victor said. 

“Do we know you?!” The rabbit questioned. 

“Do we know him?! Of course we know him, March Hare.” Hatter said with a grin. 

“Oh well then whoever is he?” The March Hare stared at Hatter intensely. 

“He’s my love.” Hatter said, sipping tea. 

“Oh! Boyfriend?” March Hare asked. “Lover? Husband?! Mistress?!” 

“I didn’t know I knew you at all, my dear Hatter.” Victor said. “How are we to be loves if I don’t know you?” 

“Well you see my dear, we’ve known each other this whole entire time. We just didn’t know that we knew. You see, it’s called…uhm…oh what’s the word?” Hatter asked. 

“Love?” The mouse asked. 

“No! No! The word. You know the one.” Hatter sighed.

“Destiny? Seems as close as I’ll get to a word you mean.” Victor asked.

“DESTINY.” Hatter screeched. “That’s it. The magic word. Destiny. You and I, we were meant to meet today.” 

Victor smiled. “I thought you said we already knew each other?” 

The Hatter sat there silently for a second before bursting out in laughter. “OH you are funny. Have you ever told riddles before? I think you’d be WONDERFUL at riddles.” 

“You and your silly little words.” The March Hare groaned. “Hatter, just say you like him and move on.” 

“Why I would never! This fancy man?” Hatter scoffed. “He’s just a dashing man is all.” 

Victor stood silently, watching the two go back and forth over whether Hatter actually liked him or not. Every so often, Hatter’s eyes would flick back to Victor, but only for a moment before he looked back to the March Hare. 

“You always fall for royalty, Hatter. Don’t you remember when you had a crush on the King of Hearts?” The March Hare laughed loudly. Hatter slammed his hands on the table repeatedly as he laughed along with him. 

“That nearly got me killed!” He chuckled. 

“How do you know if I’m royalty or not?” Victor questioned, raising an eyebrow cautiously. Hatter and the March Hare immediately stopped laughing. 

“Isn’t it obvious?” The March Hare asked. “Look at you, dressed in the finest of clothes, and all black too! You’re a Spade, and we know it.” 

“I thought it wasn’t that obvious…” Victor smiled softly. 

“You’re quite clearly as obvious as me.” Hatter laughed. 

Hatter pulled out a pocket watch from his jacket and looked at it closely. “What time is it?” He asked Victor. 

“You’re the one with the watch, dear Hatter.” Victor said with a grin, placing a hand on the Hatter’s shoulder and looking at the watch’s face. 

“It’s broken.” Hatter said softly, obviously taken back by Victor touching him. He could feel himself blushing. 

“No it’s not.” Victor said, pulling his own pocket watch out. “It’s off by three minutes.” 

“Well that works better.” Hatter said with a smile, putting the watch away. “You’re going to be late.” 

“For what?” Victor asked. 

“For dinner, with your father.” Hatter smiled. Victor looked once again at his watch. 

“You’re right. I should really be off now.” He sighed. “I’ve enjoyed our conversation.” 

“It was very nice to meet you, Mr. Hatter’s Boyfriend.” The March Hare smiled. 

“It was nice to meet all of you.” Victor grinned, watching the three of them sipping tea. 

“Do come back.” Hatter said. “I’ll see you at home.” 

“...Right. I’ll have to visit another time. See you later.” Victor said, beginning to walk away, but not before hearing The March Hare and Hatter talking happily about “meeting Hatter’s boyfriend.” It made Victor’s heart flutter for some reason. The Hatter’s too.

#ok to rb #self shipping #f/o imagines #romantic f/o #self ship fanfiction

[klngfili]

Elrond?

oh heck yeah an elrond aks!!! give it up for the elrond girlies thank you so much!!!! 1: sexuality headcanon cause baby he’s bi bi bi (bi bi)

2: otp this man has a whole wife!!! and they are son in love!!!

3: brotp elrond and gil-galad! elrond is his right hand arm man his everything he’s his confidante!! his best friend!! his silly little rabbit!! like you cannot tell me that jaded valiant bright high king of the noldor doesnt need some kind as summer every now and then and also gilly has no kids but maybe he kinda took elrdon under his wing a bit and we all know that elrond prolly has a bunch daddy issues and everyone he loves leaves him also they are bros and cousins

4: notp not really shipping him w sauron tbh

5: first headcanon that pops into my hea trop-elrond tried to cook mole stew  one single time when durin and disa came over w the kids and for the next sixty or so years they had to reassure him that it tasted absolutely wonderful like the kids licked the bowl clean it wasnt that bad!

6: favorite line from this character its not really a line but

7: one way in which I relate to this character

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character kinda  lowkey cringe that his dads a star and his moms a bird yknow

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? tragic burned cinnamon roll too good for this world too sad 

#askies #mademoiselleenjolras

[goblin-gardens]

for the meme: one thing i secretly like is your absolute love for trans!iron bull and tama!bull and the fantastic headcanons that come with.

💙🤍💗

I love Tama Bull and trans Bull with all my heart. I love a big, boisterous man with a fucked up past and a body that's been through hell. A man who wears a the truth like a disguise and trusts so slowly, only letting love trickle into him in tiny amounts while pouring out his own love into the cups of anyone sitting nearby. Who loves children and small, sweet things, who wields words and giant fuckoff swords with equal skill. Who's built a place of calm and order in the chaos of life for the people he loves most, even as he struggles to make sense of his own place in the world.

There is so much gender in Bull's story, because so much of what he does is a performance! Literally everything he says and projects and portrays himself as is a conscious choice informed by his need to keep doing his job for the Qun. Even his physically intimate relationships are characterized by how he fulfills the expectations and desires of the people he sleeps with. The way he uses service as a tool and identity resonates with me, and so does the way he holds onto his desire to care and protect even as he builds his own identity outside of those specific roles.

I think the shell around Bull's honest heart is a cocoon protecting a big trans butterfly-- a person who grew up with strict expectations based on their body, who succeeded in that role in many ways but eventually discovered the wide range of genders available in the world, and cautiously grew into one of them until he finally embraced it!

#this is so scattered #i just love him #it's gotta be at least 85% projection at this point #he's my right hand arm man he's my son he's my me he's my spy gender he's my silly rabbit #the iron bull

[smallraindrops-blog]

Wake me from this dreaming

(Part Nine)

Hypnos x male!reader

Word count: 6.4

Warnings: Violence, temporary reader death, Angst, fighting, arguments, war, child abuse, trauma, Pyrrhus being himself and creeping on Hypnos, no beta.

Note:

Hi. I had two hours of sleep because this fic wouldn’t leave me alone.  I am already working on the next part, I just thought this part was already pretty long so yeah. I am legit nervous posting this part.

Please heed the warnings.

Don’t worry, it will work out in the end.

*gently pet the readers*

The Masterlist

Chiron had seemed so much bigger when you were a child.

You stood at the bottom of the mountain under the night sky, even Pyrrhus wouldn’t be able to find where Chiron and his family lived if you didn't lead them up the mountain.

You and Chiron stared at each other, it was another thing you liked about him, there was no need for small talk.  But right now, he was looking at you like you were almost a stranger. The last time you saw him, you were a young man, barely fitthteen and not this… mockery of a human in front of him.

“My parents’ ashes are in here.” You said, hoarse. It's been weeks since you last spoke.

You nodded toward the urn in your hands. Chiron’s shoulders slumped and he blinked quickly, “I-i see.”

“I’m sorry.” You said numbly, almost mindless. It was an odd thing to be aware of other people’s emotions when you couldn’t feel anything. There was no anger, no grief, no hate.

You felt like a body with one single purpose, to hide your parents’ ashes from the whole damn world so they will never be apart again.

And Chiron, their and your teacher, was the only one you could count on.

“Achilles’ son doesn’t know I’m here, I made sure of that.” You told him. “I need to hide them, where no one will know.  Thetis had made sure they were together in the afterlife, in the end. But Pyrrhus found out.”

Chiron nodded and without you even asking, held his hands out. You hesitated, a small part of you you didn’t want to. You felt almost like a child, not wanting to let go of his parents’ hand. For a moment, you thought you could feel Patroclus’ hand on yours, warm and steady and Achilles’ hand on your shoulder, proud and loving.

But that was a lie. They were dead and gone and you were here.

You handed your parents’ ashes over.

“Come with me, we will be more than happy to give you a meal and a place to rest. My wife still talks about you and that rabbit.” Chiron said with a weak smile.

You should chuckle or smile over that happy, silly memory but you only shook your head.

“No, if Pyrrhus found out where you were, he would spare no one. Not even the children.” You said, stepping away.

Chiron looked down at the urn, his dark eyes unreadable. Then he looked up at you, “I will take care of them.”

“Thank you.” You said softly.

“You are always welcome to come back, do you understand?” Chiron said but from the way he stared at you, he knew it would be the last time he ever saw you.

You gave your first real smile in months, it was small and weak but it felt real. “Yes.”

And with that you turned around and walked away.

You never saw Chiron again.

~

You don’t remember exactly when you learned the type of quill Hypnos favored. It had been another monotonous day in a house you were learning more about.

You learned you could count on a daily yelling match between Zagreus and his father. That Dusa was everywhere, her feather duster always in hand.

And Hypnos would always lose his quill.

You heard a faint curse from Hypnos and looked away from Zagreus and Skully toward the little god.

“Oh shoot, not again!” Hypnos muttered, patting himself down and checking his pockets.

You bit your tongue before you could make an offer to help Hypnos by patting him down yourself.

“What is it?” You sighed, annoyed at yourself. Because honestly of the problems you thought you would have working at the house, Hypnos was the last thing you could imagine.

“I lost my quill. Again. They are supposed to be easy to keep.” Hypnos slumped, waving a hand toward his scroll. “I need to finish this paperwork before the end of today or tonight or whatever time it is.”

You drugged around your pouch and found a quill, it was one of the simple red ones.  You handed it over and Hypnos took it, “Thanks, better than nothing.”

“Can’t you just summon it?” You waved a hand around, like you saw Hypnos done before. He shook his head, making his messy curls fall in front of his eyes.

“No, for that spell to work, I have to know where it is. And I very much don’t.” He blew a breath upward, moving the curl out his face. When the curl fell again, you wanted to reach over and push it back for him.

“Why do you only use those kinds anyway?” You watched his slender fingers curl around the feather.

“One, they are bigger and easier to keep track of.” He saw the smirk on your face. “Oh shush.”

Hypnos read over the paperwork, made one last mark and with a nod, handed the quill back. His fingers brushing against yours, a brief moment of heat.

He sent the scroll off and gave a yawn, “And second, they were supposed to be lucky.”

You hummed, “Not for you, it seems.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Hypnos yawned again. His eyes were heavy-lidded and the smile he gave you was a slow, warm one. You swallowed, tearing your eyes away just in time to see Zagreus knocking Skully down.

Skully’s head rolled over to you, his skull tapped against your spear and you bent down to pick him up.

“Skully, mate. I take it you’re tapping out?” You said when you got him up to eye-level.

“Boy-o knocked me good. Go give him a smack for me.” Skully repiled. You nodded and tossed the head over to Hypnos. Hypnos almost didn’t move in time, making Skully’s head bounce a few times on his palms.

He caught the head with both hands with a loud ‘Ha!’. You bit back a grin as you joined Zagreus on the training ground.

Later after the training, when you were heading back to guard duty, you saw the Quill shade. It was a shade that traveled around the underworld and a talent for making birds like them. They also the sole Quill vendor for the house and you spied several familiar orange feathers poking out their bag.

You almost didn’t say anything, you should just resume your duties. You really should. Slender fingers and a warm, lazy smile flashed in your mind.

You turned on your heel and called out the shade.

You were just doing a favor for a friend.

~

You made your way over to your parents with a bag heavy with several codexes for Patroclus from Hypnos.

You weren’t how you felt about this new development, it felt odd to have two parts of your life merge together. It hasn't been on purpose, you just never thought about it before it happened.

You thought about how nervous but happy Hypnos was as he gave you the codexes, how even in the weekly letters your parents were requesting Hypnos over for dinner at some point. At least your family was more than happy to welcome Hypnos with open arms. Hypnos could use the joy, given how most of his family responded.

An arrow shot into the ground in front of your feet, and you snapped your head in the direction it came from.

On top of a small cliff, you saw a flash of red hair before ducking out of your sight. You tighten your hold on your bag with a sharp breath.

Of fucking course.

You stepped on the arrow, breaking it under your foot. You weren’t in the mood to play Pyrrhus’ sick little games.

"Coward! I know it's you Pyrrhus!" You called out.

You stood, waiting for him to reappear. You almost went up there yourself but something in your gut told you were alone again. For now.

You walked on, keeping an eye out for Pyrrhus. Nothing else happened on your way to your parents until you saw them both standing outside. Achilles looked furious and Patroclus was muttering something to him, a hand on Achilles’ chest.

“Father, Pa.” You greeted them carefully. When you got close enough, you saw the same arrow in the ground.

Achilles yanked the arrow out of the ground, studying it. He didn’t even bother to acknowledge your presence. You saw the tremble of rage in his hand. Achilles had become a calmer man since his death, unless something threatened Patroclus or you.

“Y/n.” Patroclus said, waving you over closer. “Achilles, our son is here.”

“I think I might know who did this.” You said. Achilles looked away from the arrow toward you, his blue eyes hard and cold.

“I had a minor run in with Pyrrhus, he shot an arrow at me but missed. On purpose I think.” You’ve seen his aim before and knew he wouldn’t miss that easily.

Patroclus sighed as Achilles snapped the arrow in half. “I told him not to go near any of us again unless he wanted his neck snapped.” Achilles snarled.

“I think it would be best for us to go inside and figure out how we want to deal with this.” You said as Achilles began to pace.

“I know how to deal with this, hunt him down and break his neck like I said I would.” Achilles said but one hard look from Patroclus seemed to quiet him down for now.

“Y/N is right. Let go inside, beloved.” Patroclus gave him and you a gentle push toward the house and Achilles went with a grumble. You gave one last scan of the area before stepping in.

You were sorely tempted to drop the bag off and go looking for Pyrrhus yourself. But normally, Pyrrhus was bold in his attacks, something was off about this and it set it your teeth on edge.

Judging from the looks on your parents' face, they felt the same.

~

Hypnos was busy, trying to smooth two arguing shades in line when you got back.

You were getting familiar enough with his face that you could see a headache forming. Even with the frustration on his face, he was still beautiful. He rolled his eyes and you wanted to kiss him for just existing.

“Hey, come on now. I-i, yes I understand why you both would be upset. Hmmm. But- yes.” Hypnos’ cheerful voice was starting to turn sour.

You walked over, and your mere presence was enough to quiet down the shades. You didn’t bother to look their way even as some pointed and muttered softly to themselves.

“Hypnos, your presence has been requested.” You said in a formal voice that you normally only used for Lord Hades. Hypnos blinked in surprise with a frown, not moving. You raised an eyebrow and he caught on.

“Oh dear, again?” He made a show of rolling his scroll and tucking away his quill. He gave the shades an apologetic smile. “It will be a little bit, so just sit tight.”

You turned and started walking toward the east wing, very carefully not looking at Hypnos. You turned into one of the many empty hallways and once you were sure alone, you turned around with a grin.

Hypnos cupped your face and pressed a kiss against your cheek with a loud smacking sound. “My hero.” He said with a laugh, pressing a softer, quieter kiss on your lips. A greeting and an affirmation of being home in a single kiss.

You really did enjoy returning home to him. You gave him another lingering kiss, the tension leaving your body for the first time all day.

“Pa enjoyed the gift.” You whispered, placing a hand on his lower back to keep him close. His hands dropped to your shoulders, his thumb brushing against your collarbone.

“Oh good.” Hypnos tilted his head, golden eyes watching you carefully. “Something wrong?”

You frowned, “What? No-“ you stopped at the frown Hypnos gave you. The worried one that always made your gut twist in guilt. You sighed, honestly it was probably better Hypnos knew. Even you rather not have him be worried.

“It’s Pyrrhus.” You whispered. “I don’t know exactly what he is trying to do but he is harassing us again.”

Hypnos bit his bottom lip, “Well, he is no match for you or for your parents I'm sure. But maybe we can have them stay here? We could make room for them in the house.”

You shook your head, “They won’t accept the offer, my father especially.” You brushed the curl out his face, “They are skilled warriors even if Pyrrhus is a nasty piece of work.”

“Alright, are you okay?” Hypnos whispered, cupping your cheek. You reached up and covered his hand with yours. You turned into his palm, pressing a kiss against it.

“Yes, love.” You whispered and gave him a grin, “I always am.”

~

A few weeks later you got two letters.

‘Dear Y/N,

The past week had been uneventful, even if uncomfortable. Your father had taken standing guard over me while running errands, and even when I am simply outside reading.  Ridiculous.’

You chuckled, you could hear the fondness in Patroclus’ writing. It was too easy to imagine his faint smile at Achilles, that quiet but resolute love he always had for your father.

You shook your head and continued reading.

‘I trust that you will let us know if anything has happened on your side. I know you are grown and gotten used to taking care of matters on your own, but please, come to us if Pyrrhus tries anything.

Be a good lad.

Your Pa and your Father.

PS. Tell Hypnos we said hello, and thank you again for the codex’s.’

You closed the letter slowly.

You weren’t going to cause your parents anymore stress, they had more than their fair share. You placed the letters with the rest in the desk drawer, next to the bottle of nectar Hypnos gifted you. You caressed the bow for a moment, and you really should bring that with you the next time you visit Hypnos.

You close the drawer and after a moment, you open the other letter you received.

‘Enough is enough.

You disgraced my father, my legacy and everything I stood for.

I will get mine. And you will be left with nothing.’

You held it over the candle, watching it burn.

You dealt with him when you were on your own, and you can do it again.

You managed to return mostly to your old self, memories no longer swallow you whole like they used to. You found someone better than you ever imagined. Your parents had finally found rest with each other.

You will be damned before you let him take it.

~

“Shouldn’t you be at home with your wife?” You stared down at Odysseus, much more grayer than the last time you saw him.

His mouth formed a tired smile, “Believe me, Y/N. I have been trying to get back to her.”

The bookkeeper finished counting your winnings and handed it over.  You tucked it away, “Well, I can promise you won’t find her here.” You waved a hand around to the dark, damp rundown building that had now become the newest illegal fighting arena.

You could hear the sound of the next fight starting, and the whooping and yelling of a blood thirsty crowd.

“I came here to find you. I heard of a talented fighter who was able to take his rivals out with a single blow.” Odysseus nodded toward you, “And thought to myself, that sounded a little familiar.”

You shook your head and stepped away, “Whatever scheme you’re planning, I want no part of it. I've seen what happens to your chess pieces.” You walked up the steps, away from the fighting ring. You didn’t plan to stick around, not when sleep was already calling your name.

Odysseus chuckled, but he didn’t sound that amused. “I know, you care not for glory, not after what happened to your parents. So I came with something else.” He followed you out to the damp alleyway, filled with trash.

"Didn't you hear me?" You sighed, "Not. Interested."

"Are you sure about that?" Something about his tone made you face him. You waited, cursing yourself for listening to this known puppet master.

“Pyrrhus has increased the amount on your head." Odysseus said.

"Oh?" You scoffed, “Are you here to claim my head for yourself?”

He wouldn't be the first to try nor the last. He was older and he never was a strong fighter, it would be an easy kill.

“No, lad. I want to do one last favor for your parents. And for you.” He said, sounded like the old man he was.

“Why?” You glared at him, trying to find the lie.

“It wasn’t right how he had taken your rightful inheritance. Under Greek law, you were just as much as Achilles’ son he was.” Odysseus paused, “In truth, I always thought you more of Patroclus’ child, and in some ways I was right. Yet I can see the best of Achilles in you.”

You said nothing, waiting for him to finish.

Odysseus pulled out a small bag, and tossed it at you. You caught it easily, the rattling of coins was familiar to your ears.

“I heard there is a boat leaving tomorrow morning for a small fishing town named Abalia, just past the coast of Daorsi. Well out of his reach. It would be easy even for a well- known man to disappear in a nowhere town like that.” Odysseus said, “Maybe even get some cheap land, find a wife or a companion, and get some rest.”

You stared at the bag, a part of you wanted to throw the bag back in his face yet another part of you wanted that little fantasy Odysseus was trying to sell. Not even the companion or land but the idea of just being able to live in peace after years being on the run and fighting sounded… good.

And you were just so tired.

“How do I know this isn’t a trap?” You looked back up at him. Odysseus shrugged, “I wish I had a surefire way to make you trust me but I don’t. I know you don’t think so, but I do like to think of myself as a fair man and this is a wrong I can help righten.”

You glanced down at the bag, at the promise of peace. You tucked it in your cloak and Odysseus let out a breath, looking a little lighter and a little less older.

“Thank you.” You told him, turning away.

Then you stopped, turned back to him. “I mean it, go home to your wife. There is nothing to gain with these fools.”

Odysseus nodded, his face worn out. “You might be right about that. Safe travels.”

“Likewise.” You replied.

The next morning, at the first ray of sunlight, you went to the docks.

~

You knew Pyrrhus was somewhere waiting for you. It have become a well known fact that you and Zagreus often meet in the colosseum.

You looked down at your arm, wishing you didn’t have to leave the keepsake by his bedside. But you couldn’t risk Pyrrhus knowing about Hypnos and the poppies symbol would be a dead giveaway.

You thought back to Hypnos, asleep and safe at the house. He had looked soft and warm in his bed, his limbs sprawled out and his curls sweetly mussed and you almost didn’t have the willpower to leave.

You hear Theseus laughed loudly at his own joke.  You rolled your eyes as you got closer. You didn’t miss the colosseum, or the roaring crowd but you especially didn’t miss having to deal with Theseus.

For some reason, someone let him have a chaise in the waiting room of the colosseum. He glanced over when he heard your footsteps, mouth full of grapes.

“Oh so the great son of Achilles and Patroclus has returned!” Theseus said muffed. He waved off the shade feeding him grapes, and with a dramatic flourish summoned another shade with his shined spear and shield.

You rolled your eyes and with the driest voice you could, you replied. “Hello Theseus.” You learned a long time ago that if you didn’t at least acknowledge him, he would just keep talking.

Theseus hummed as he grabbed his stuff. “Tell me Y/N. Are you actually planning on fighting the hell spawn like the so-called warrior you are or just let him walk on by?”

You scoffed, “Big words coming from someone who never best me in battle.”

Theseus glared at you, “Oh don’t think we haven’t heard, Y/N. We all know how your father got you that guarding job, you truly think you’re worthy of such a position?”

You approached Theseus, making him take a step back. When you smirked, he realized his mistake and his hand curled tighter on his spear. ‘Just try it, I dare you.’ You thought.

“Want to say that again?” You said quietly. You and Theseus glared at each other for a long moment, silently daring the other to make the first move.

Then a shade popped in, eyes on their scroll. "Theseus, you are up first. Asterius is already waiting for you, and Y/N will be the follow up."

Without waiting for a response, the shade left. You scoffed and walked out, “Have fun getting your ass kicked again.”

You heard Theseus start to respond but the crowd noise drowned him out. You walked up to one of the viewing windows, solely for the warriors.

Zagreus ran into the arena and from your spot, you can see the beaming grin on his face. He spotted you and waved at you. You returned the wave much more calmly.

You studied the crowd, trying to find any hint of Pyrrhus. When you didn’t find any, you wondered if maybe you were just being too paranoid. But no, Pyrrhus was a snake in the grass, even now.

The fight went in Zagreus’ favor even with some close calls from Asterius. You were about to step away from the window when you felt a sharp bust of heat in your shoulder.

You ducked with a curse, holding on to your shoulder. You saw the familiar fletching of the arrow, the same one that you stepped on, the same one that Achilles broke in his hand.

You snarled and yanked out it, the arrow thankfully whole. You checked the wound, it wasn’t too deep even if it did burn.

“Y/N!” Zagreus called out and you looked up, how did he get here so fast?

You stood up, staying well away from the window.  Only to crumble immediately back to the ground, you squeezed your eyes against the dizzying wave of nauseousness.

Poison.

He poisoned you.

Coward.

Zagreus placed his hands on your shoulders, you heard him call for help. You shook your head, there would be no one coming. The colosseum always had a rule, no help for the warriors. If they die, they die.

For a single moment, you allowed yourself to think of Hypnos, and silently apologized to him. You just hoped he wasn't working when your name appears on his list.

"Help me stand." You ordered, holding to your spear. Zagreus did, his arm around your waist.

"Did you see where it came from?" You braced yourself with Zagreus' help and your spear. You could stand even as your body tried to collapse.

"No, I didn't. Do you know-" an arrow flew past Zagreus' face, nearly missing him. He yelped and he grabbed his sword.

Pyrrhus stepped out of the shadows with a grin. And it really was like looking at a ghost of Achilles, only his flaming red hair differs him.

"Your highness, please forgive me." Pyrrhus said smoothly, tapping his spear on the ground. From behind him, two shades stepped both with their bow and arrows at ready.

"I didn't mean for the prince himself to get involved in the… family drama." Pyrrhus said with a chuckle. "If you don't mind, I would like a word with Y/N alone."

You stepped forward, your rage pushing you past the pain. Zagreus copied you, and scoffed, "You got another thing coming If you think I am leaving Y/N with you."

Pyrrhus' smile dropped and his true face revealed itself. An unnatural coldness took over his face, his eyes sharp like a predator. Zagreus shifted next to you, you could tell how unnerving it was to him.

You have gotten used to it.

"What is it now, Pyrrhus? There is nothing to be gained here." You said.

"Wrong. There is." Pyrrhus said.

Then he charged and you met him halfway, spears clashing and he pushed you back but you returned the shove.

You and him circled each other, eyes never leaving and even if you could feel the poison working its way through you, you were able to keep Pyrrhus on his toes.

Then you and him clashed again but you got several hits in before breaking off again.

Zagreus was making quick work of the two shades and it only took moments before  they shattered into light.

Zagreus turned back to you and Pyrrhus, quickly coming over to give his aid. Before he could though, more shades appeared blocking his way.

For every hit Pyrrhus got in, you got two more. His anger was getting worse by the minute, his face quickly becoming redder.

it wouldn't be much longer now.

Pyrrhus snarled, "Worthless. You are worthless."

You didn't respond back.

You and him clashed again and you were to knock him down with a well placed kick to his gut. You pointed your spear to his throat before he could move back up. You were panting and even as you tried not to, your whole body shook. Poison felt like it had lit every nerve on fire.

Pyrrhus panted as well, his blue eyes glaring at you. Then a slow grin formed on his face.

"You know there is a little rumor going around about you." He said.

You pushed the tip of the spear into his flesh. "Oh?"

Pyrrhus laughed, manic. "You and a certain god of sleep.”

You froze, hands tight on your spear. How did he know?

Pyrrhus laughed, “You know, I have heard he is quite pretty actually. Maybe I should pay him a visit myself since it seems he will spread his legs for anyone."

Something in you snapped.

A burning anger you haven't felt in a long time. You had been taught to keep your head, not to let anger control you and you were good at it. It was the one thing you had over your father but at the thought of Pyrrhus even looking at Hypnos, let alone touching him, enraged you.

You slammed the spear, pushing past bone and flesh and tendons to the outside of the back of his neck and cutting off his laugh. You quickly yanked the spear out and tossed it before pinning Pyrrhus down and slammed your fists into his face. Light cracked into his flesh and you kept going.

You didn't hear the arrows shot from behind you, too deep in your rage. A couple wedged into your back and one into the back of your neck.

You saw the light crack and break your flesh and Pyrrhus grinned like a mad man.

You grabbed your backup weapon, a dragger, and pushed it under his jaw into his skull, causing his eyes to roll back.

Light broke past Pyrrhus' skin and it would be only moments before the light claimed him.

Unable to hold up your body anymore, you tipped and hit the ground. Light raced over your flesh, claiming you first.

You thought you heard Zagreus for a moment. Your name. He was saying your name.

You would have rather heard Hypnos' voice last, you thought.

And you were no more.

~

"Do you remember anything when you are in the river?" Hypnos asked Zagreus. The lounge had been empty except for you, Hypnos and Zagreus.

Zagreus shook his head then paused, "Well, kinda?"

Zagreus took a sip of his drink, "It's really weird. You don't know anything, it's like you exist but you don't have any of your senses but you can still think or remember stuff."

"Huh. So it's like dreaming but not." Hypnos said, his golden eyes darted to you before he looked back at Zagreus.

"Yeah, kinda like that." Zagreus repiled.

~

For a moment you were a child, covered in dirt and fleas and there were adults screaming and waving money. You were shoved toward another boy and the crowd roared.

Then you were clean and fed and loved.

Patroclus' voice was low and warm, as he helped you sound out unfamiliar words. Every vowel was like a new sensation.

Achilles was golden in the early morning sun as he guided the spear in your hands, his hands were big and rough but gentle in his movement.

Then You were older and covered in blood even with the armor, and you somehow walked away from the battle when so many others didn't.

You remembered everything.

Then.

You survived but your parents didn't.

And you were alone again.

~

Hypnos laid on his stomach in his bed, his back was bare and you wanted to reach out to trace his spine. One of his many blankets was pooled around his hips but he left one of his feet uncovered to kick back and forward in the air. His cheek rested on his palm, his golden eyes on his newest codex.

You wondered if he knew that there were sculptors who would give up their fist born for a chance to recreate his form.

As if hearing your thoughts, he looked over to you and he smiled. "You're staring at me."

You hummed in agreement, taking his speaking as permission to come closer. You placed an arm next to his side and kissed his lower back.

He laughed and squirmed as you pressed another kiss against his back, a little higher. Your other hand found his hip and gave a gentle squeeze.

He closed his codex, pushing it away "I was trying to educate myself you know?"

"I can educate you." You replied and Hypnos laughed at the bad line. You worked your way to his neck, pressing kisses against his smooth skin, quietly enjoying the soft sounds Hypnos made.

Hypnos turned on his back and pulled you down and caught you a kiss. A slow one, lips sliding against each other.

He broke the kiss, eyes heavy-lidded and his smile warm. "Hey."

"Hey." You whispered and you kissed him again and again and again.

And you wished you could stay in this moment forever.

~

A large hand caught your face, long nails digging into your skin. Then dragged you partially out, and you hissed at the sense of pain, the first real thing you felt. You tried to breathe; but as much as you tried, you couldn't.

A woman, looming and slender, tilted your face up to get a better look and she hummed.

She was overrun with blood, so much you couldn't tell what her skin looked like. Her long hair was damp and stringy but her eyes were almost as bright gold as Hypnos.

You stared, your heart breaking and you wanted to weep.

Styx, goodness of the river and oaths, matched your stare.

"Another shade, another mortal." She said, blood spilling her mouth. Then she saw something in your face and she gasped and jerked your face closer.

"Ooh. I see. I see." She smiled, her teeth gleamed white even with blood.

"Hypnos' philtatos. His dearest." The woman sighed, almost sadly.

"Looks like I won't be keeping you." And with that she shoved you back into the river and into darkness.

~

"Come home soon." Hypnos whispered as you got ready to leave.

You leaned down, pressing your forehead against his and you looked into those beautiful, golden eyes.

"I will." You promised.

~

You pushed through the blood and spat it out, taking your first real breath.

And fuck, how does Zagreus do this all the time?

You rubbed the blood off your face as you found your footing.  You heard a small noise and looked up.

Hypnos floated in the steps, his face pale and his eyes wide.

Guilt and relief twisted inside of you. You had to look away for a moment, not able to handle the emotions.

The river had numbed you to almost everything.

You made it onto the steps, still dipping blood and stood in front of Hypnos.

"What happened?" He whispered.

You swallowed, trying to think what to say.

"Hypnos…" you started when you heard another noise from behind you. You turned around and saw Pyrrhus pull himself out.

Without even thinking about it, you pulled Hypnos behind you, blocking him from Pyrrhus.

Pyrrhus shook the blood off and glared at you. Even he knew better than to try to fight you while in the house of Hades.

Hypnos moved around you, you tried to grab him to pull back but he ducked away in time. With a fake chipper voice that you only heard used on others before, Hypnos spoke. "Hello and welcome to the House of Hades."

He looked down at his list, "Alrighty I got both of you signed in. If there is anything you need, you are welcome to speak to Lord Hades. Otherwise you are free to leave." At the last word,Hypnos directed his eyes toward Pyrrhus and his smile dropped."Which I strongly advise doing so."

Pyrrhus said nothing, his eyes darted between you and Hypnos. His eyes lingered on Hypnos longer than you liked so you stepped in front of Hypnos, blocking him Pyrrhus.

Pyrrhus scoffed and got right up in your face. "I won that last match. You died first. Maybe I should tell Lord Hades that his guard got caught unaware. Doesn't look good for you or him."

"Yet I still took you out even with all those hand outs you've been given. I would take the suggestion given to you and leave." You said, wishing you could drag him back to the Styx and drown him.

Pyrrhus scowled and leaned over to look at Hypnos. He flashed a smile. "No wonder you caught his eye, you really are a pretty thing."

You moved in his direction, once again blocking Hypnos. "Out. Now." You said through gritted teeth.

Pyrrhus held up his hands and with one finally look back, he was gone from the house.

“Who talks to gods like that?” Hypnos gave a weak laugh.

You turned back to Hypnos and his face was unreadable to you. He glanced back at you and his shoulders slump. He looked back at his list.

“Go get clean up, I will find you later.” Hypnos said softly.

Before you could say anything, he vanished.

~

You wiped off the blood from your face and uniform and you swore you could still feel her nails in your face. You dropped the towel on your chair and glanced around the room.

Then you saw something on your bed, with a frown you walked over.

The armband.

The grooves of poppies were familiar and worn. You picked it up, It was heavy like always and the aura of magic around it hummed.

You had left it in Hypnos’ room, so how did it get here?

You sat on the bed, chin in your palm as you studied it.

He had been acting off but you weren’t exactly yourself either. Honestly you felt like a child or a fool but you had hoped that you could see Hypnos longer than a moment. Just even holding him for a moment would set you right.

A soft sound, the last fading hum of a lullaby and you looked up. Hypnos looked furious even with his eyes, shiny with unshed tears.

“Oh you found it.” Hypnos crossed his arms, his mouth twisted in that frown.

Without looking away, you snapped the armband back on. “Is this what you’re upset about?”

Hypnos shook his head “You left it! It could have helped you, I could have helped you. But noooo.”

He floated forward and back, if he was walking, he would be pacing. “No, you just went off and left it! Unbelievable.”

“I honestly just forgot it. It wouldn’t have helped, love. He used poison before the battle even started.” You said, standing up.

“No, you didn’t.” Hypnos said, his tone icy, “You wouldn’t forget something so useful.”

You looked away, cursing yourself for getting caught in a lie.

“Don’t tell me I can't help you. You could have still used it and went to get a cure or something. It would have brought you time. Zagreus told me he was there. You could have him help you but no, you just have to fight Pyrrhus.” Hypnos shook his head, waving a hand.

“It wouldn’t have helped.” You repeated sharply. “You weren’t there. Zagreus couldn’t help me. You couldn’t help me.”

Hypnos flinched and for a second, you wished you could take back your words.

“I had it handled.” You told him, trying to keep your voice gentle.

Hypnos stopped his moment, he was halfway across the room and out of your reach. “Oh yeah, dying is a real smart way of handling that.”

You chuckled, rubbing a hand on your face. “Are you even listening to yourself right now?”

Hypnos said nothing, his eyes watching you.

“I died. So what? Others do it all the time, hell you even have a list of their names and you greet them with a smile. I don’t understand why you don’t when it’s me.“ you said. There was something sharp and ugly growing in you, wanting to drive the point home.

“Because I care about you, you ass!” Hypnos snapped. “Because you are different, I can’t brush it off like I can with others.”

He vanished then reappeared in front of you at eye level. “I thought you finally accepted that you need help sometimes. That you count on me, on others. You told me that I helped you with other stuff, why not with this?”

You met his glare, “I’m fine, Hypnos. I didn’t need your help.” You grounded out.

“Fine, then you can go off and handle whatever you want without thinking how worried and scared you make me.” Hypnos said, sounding close to tears.

“Fine, I will!” You snapped.

“Fine!” And with that, Hypnos vanished and didn’t reappear.

You took a deep breath, the silence ringing in your ears.

“Fine.” You whispered in an empty room.

#Hypnos x male!reader #wake me from this dreaming #Fanfic #hades hypnos #hypnos hades

[disasterofastory]

Hvitserk’s woman (Hvitserk x Reader)

Hvitserk’s woman Hvitserk x Reader Warnings: none

When you were younger, you dream about… well… Bjorn.  He was everything you thought you needed. He was ambitious and handsome. Your teenage heart almost exploded out from your chest whenever you saw him. In your eyes, he was everything you wanted from a man. He wanted to conquer the world, and you hoped you will be the one standing next to him as his lover. Everybody knew about your feelings for the Viking, even the Viking himself, but you were too young and naïve for him at the time. He went on raids while you were still trained and learned how to hold the sword with one hand. Looking back at your teenage self, you just laugh about your silly dreams. As you grow up, you find out the only reason you loved Bjorn because you wanted to be like him. You wanted to travel the world and win battles and be famous like him or his parents. But you don’t need a man for it. He is not who you need for it.

You need Hvitserk.

The young Viking showed you his feelings when you least expected it. You thought he will fight for Margarethe against his brother, but he surprised everyone when he challenged the man who courted you for months. After his victory, he talked to you like you were a child. “You don’t want these men!” He told you. “Then who I want?” You asked him angrily. “Me,” he smiled as if you weren’t fighting.

And he was right.

The sons of Ragnar are already at the table when you arrive. You greet everyone with a smile while you sit down next to your husband, pecking his lips. He places a plate full of food in front of you and a cup with ale. “I heard you helped Helga with the kids,” he tells you. “Little rascals,” you murmur and smile at him gratefully. You didn’t even have time to eat, and you are starving. “How was your day?” You ask him. “We went hunting with Ubbe and Ivar,” he tells you. “I hope you love rabbits because we will eat them for a few weeks,” he jokes, smiling. “Y/N, look who is here,” Margarethe tells you, looking at the entrance door. You don’t like her smile, but you follow her gaze to Bjorn and Torvi. The burly Viking pulls his wife closer to him as they are getting closer. You know very well why Margarethe draws your attention to the oldest brother. “Hey,” Bjorn greets you with a stoic face, and you do the same. You stare at each other for long seconds before one of you gives up and starts to laugh. This time you win this round. Of course, your victory means nothing. It's just a play you and Bjorn enjoy. After you grew up and found out you didn’t love Bjorn anymore, you two became great friends. He helped you train and even let you came with him on your first raid. “How’re the ships?” You ask him as they sit down. “As the spring comes, we will be ready to travel,” he answers. You grab Hvitserks thigh excitedly as you look up at him. You made an agreement for a few weeks ago, one more raid, and after it, you two start to work on a family. Hvitserk wants children for almost a year now, but you weren’t ready, and he respected it. You started to think about kids recently, but first, you wanted to travel one more time. “Why are you so happy about it?” Ivar asks suspiciously. “We started to think about children,” you tell him. “Uh, more Hvitserks?” He shudders. “Are you sure about it?” “You say it now, but I know you, Ivar,” you reply. “You will burn down the world for them.” You are sure about it. There are times when Ivar could kill his brothers but one wrong world about his nephews and nieces, and he is ready to murder anyone. “Are you sure you want Hvtiserk’s children?” Margarethe asks, and Ubbe slams down his cup. “Shut up, wife,” he hisses. You know Margarethe’s problem. She is still sour because Hvitserk chose you, and her marriage with Ubbe is failing. If you can believe Hvitser’s words, he already found a new woman. “Why I wouldn’t be sure about it?” You ask her. Of course, you know her answer. “You were in love with Bjorn, no?” She asks. She wants you to be embarrassed, but it doesn’t work. You talked about it with Bjorn years ago, and your husband is sure about your love for him. “And you fucked with all of the brothers? What is your point?” She looks at you angrily but can’t answer. “No, she doesn’t fucked with me,” Bjorn raises his hand. “I think you don’t even love Hvitserk. You just want his father’s name to help you get famous,” Margarethe accuse you. “I need no man to make me famous,” you answer. “Hvitserk is my husband because I love him. And if you don’t pull back your legs from him, I will break them, and you will be more crippled than Ivar.” Of course, you saw it. Your hand was on Hvitserk’s thigh the whole time, and you felt his muscles working to keep Margarethe away from himself. After your words, the blonde woman backs off. You and Bjorn would be a powerful couple, but not happy. A life with him would be full of raids and battles, and power plays. And as you said before, you don’t need him to be as famous as his mother. However, a life with Hvitserk is full of laughter and peacefulness. He enjoys being on the battlefield, but at home, he prefers the little things, like a fresh loaf of bread or cuddles and jokes. “What should I do?” Ivar asks. “Be angry or laugh?”

#hvitserk x reader #hvitserk imagine #vikings imagine #vikings x reader #vikings/reader #vikings fanfic

[wilsons-higgsbury]

Icarus - Willowson Oneshot 💗

Rating: PG; warning for heavy subject matter

Fandom: Don't Starve Together

Pairing: Wilson P. Higgbury x Willow

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Recommended listen:

https://open.spotify.com/track/54hj06Z7sm7DaHSrGGMAZG?si=2665446b4f3a4731

How many times must a man watch the same sun fall into the earth, until the sordid affair of life draws to a close?

It is my six-hundredth day in the constant, ever so constant. I nurse a broken wrist, my feet are cold, and I am running low on fire-wood.

My companion is lending me her patience and noting it in her mental ledger. I see how she grits her teeth at me, taming her true thoughts of my injury as she leaves me to secure us for the night.

If my estimations are correct, we should need about a young tree’s length and width’s worth of barkwood to last us until sunrise.

We can’t be all we want in this small town of ours. She can’t lounge about as a young woman of her stature should, and I can’t make myself useful as a man.

How utterly miserable it is to be so helpless!

Wilson snapped his journal shut with the spineless flap of hand-crafted paper. Despite that it had been over a year since he’d held a real bound book in his hand, he still closed his own journals the same way as he would an encyclopaedia.

Like everything else that he did that day, it was a disappointment.

The clutter of firewood cascading to the floor punctuated his self-pity. “I’m back.”

“Good.”

Willow ignored his bitter response and haunched over the fire. “I’d be too silly to think that you made us dinner, right?”

“I’m in no state.”

“So better to starve, then?”

Now it was Wilson’s turn to ignore her scathing response. She was unwilling to take his silence for an answer.

He rose to his feet, ignoring the stinging pain in his wrist and toes. Willow turned her head to look up, confused.

He forced a smile. “I’m sorry. What would you like for dinner?”

As he’d come to find out, that voice always doused her anger. “Stew?”

“All right, but I need you to help me cut these vegetables.”

She relented, and they sat back to back, each to their own chore.

The smell of tallow wafted from the pot as she handed him her handiwork: roughly chopped potatoes, chili, and meat collected from rabbits his traps yielded that morning.

“What day is it?”

“For me, or you?”

“You.”

Her answer shocked him, but she couldn’t tell that. “It’s.. the six-hundredth for me.”

The tallow was perfumed with the mouth-watering smell of sizzling meat. He was no chef, but the art of making her favorite dish came intuitively to him.

“So… it’s been two hundred twenty for me, right?”

“Two hundred and thirty-six, yes.”

“Here’s to many more.”

The tinge of hope in her voice made a pit of jealousy appear in his stomach- or it could have been a hunger pang. “What do you mean?”

Willow sighed, reclining her head on his shoulder, her fire-wood smelling hair scratching his chin. “Oh, you know. I think I’m closer to reaching the sun. Day by day. We’ll make it there.”

“Reaching the sun?”

“Yeah, like Icarus.”

“Who’s Icarus?”

She gasped, her head shooting up from his shoulder. “Wilson, aren’t you a scientist?”

He scoffed. “Well, yes, I am, you know I am-“

“Yeah, yeah,” she giggled for the first time in a while. “Sure, Mr Scientist, now it’s my turn to tell you something you don’t know. Are you sure your ego can handle it?”

He couldn’t help but smile a little. “I can certainly try.”

“It’s an old myth they used to tell us back in the orphanage. Daedalus and his son Icarus were imprisoned in this labyrinth that Daedalus built.”

“Imprisoned in a place he built? Why can’t he just escape?” he mumbled, prodding the pot’s contents with a stick.

“Same reason we can’t. The King Minos made sure he can’t escape, even though he made the labyrinth to keep in the Minotaur- a monster- and keep him safe.”

“Like our friend.”

Willow snorted. “Our friend, the King. Anyway, Daedalus wasn’t gonna let himself and his son stay in that horrible place, so he created two pairs of wings from wax and feathers for him and Icarus to fly away on, to freedom.”

Wilson imagined this Daedalus and his son stepping on a rock in the distance, strapping on their wings and flying into the sky of the Constant.

“He warns his son, ‘Don’t fly too close to the sun or the ocean. Just stay close to me, and you’ll be safe’. But because Icarus had never been free, he forgot all about his dad’s warning and flew up, up, away from Daedalus, closer and closer to the sun, until its heat melted the wax that kept his wings together. Icarus crashed into the ocean and died.”

“What a terrible story!”

“And that’s what they wanted us to think,” Willow said, delighted. “I don’t buy it for a second. I bet Icarus flew into the sun and became a god himself. What kind of moral is ‘Don’t fly too close to the sun’? Don’t be too ambitious? Don’t have hopes and dreams? Don’t try to make it out of jail?”

The sting of tears stabbed at his eyes, and he quickly added the chilis into the pot, feigning coughs. “Yes, quite.”

“We’re gonna make it into the sun too,” her dreamy voice went down like butter, carrying no gravity of the danger she was subjecting them to with her wish. “You’ll see.”

Wilson coughed again, and covered the pot with its misshapen lid.

“Are you all right?”

“I’m- yes, quite. Give dinner.. an hour, I don’t know. I’ll be resting if you need me.”

Even though their backs were against each other, Wilson could see her crestfallen expression. “Oh, okay. Sure.”

He rose to his feet, wiping his tears away with his poorly wrist, and lay down on the floor of the tent to cry as quietly as possible.

Some time must have passed, as he slept through Willow’s oftentimes-furious nighttime preparations.

His eyes only fluttered open as she rested her body down behind his.

“Are you awake?”

He made no effort to respond.

“I didn’t think I’d upset you, Wilson. I’m sorry.”

“What if I can’t make us wings, Willow?” he said thickly.

“You will,” she whispered. “You have been.”

“It took one swipe from a pig to break my wrist. It’s a wonder I’ve survived this long at all.”

“Don't say that. We're gonna make it, I tell you."

He stifled another shuddering sigh to no avail, breaking down as her hand found its way above his chest.

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[angeltreasure]

Hello friend, sorry if this is a silly question but could you explain what the Eucharist is and why it is important? I’m in the beginning of my journey and feel so overwhelmed by google. Have a beautiful day 😊💛

I’ve been saving this ask for a while so this is so exciting! I apologize for my lateness. I usually answer right away but we have had trouble with the WiFi setting up. Anyway! Welcome Anon!!! I am so excited for your faith journey!! Welcome. 😊🙏🏻

Don’t worry, this isn’t a silly question at all. No, it’s a very good question! I am a Catholic, so I will be explaining my Christian denomination believes what the Eucharist is. In fact, this is a VERY important topic to learn about. I will give you my answer then give you some quotes and videos. Hope you enjoy.

The Eucharist IS Jesus Christ. You know how traffic lights are different colors? Red for stop, yellow to caution; slow down, and green for go? Well, you must understand if you choose to join the Catholic Church that the Eucharist is not a symbol. Although the appearance is a wafer bread and tastes like one, it is not plain like a traffic signal. When a priest blesses the host at a Catholic mass, the host transforms into the body of Jesus Christ. You will not see Jesus appear in the priest hand when he raises the host up for that blessing, and you will not taste human flesh when you eat of it. The veil between this world we live in and the afterlife block us so the appearance and taste remain as a wafer host but the substance has really changed into the body of Jesus Christ. Eating the bread means Christ becomes a part of us and makes us stronger in faith! ♥️

Here’s what the Bible says about the Eucharist, taken from my favorite New Testament book called Matthew. I will color the specific verse in the story as red to help you understand what we believe. In the story, Jesus and His disciples were preparing to find a place for Passover. There is a lot to unpack since you are very new to the faith, so I will skip right to the verses of what Jesus spoke. [Passover: “Passover is a Jewish holiday that honors the freedom and exodus of the Israelites (Jewish slaves) from Egypt during the reign of the Pharaoh Ramses II. Before the ancient Jews fled Egypt, their firstborn children were "passed over" and spared from death, thus dubbing the holiday "Passover."”]

….. “While they were eating, Jesus took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to his disciples, saying, “Take and eat; this is my body.” Then he took a cup, and when he had given thanks, he gave it to them, saying, “Drink from it, all of you. This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins. I tell you, I will not drink from this fruit of the vine from now on until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father’s kingdom.” - Matthew 26:26-29

You see, at this point in time, His disciples did not fully understand the mystery surrounding what was to come. After this night, Jesus was betrayed by Judas (one of His followers) gave His life to die on the cross. In doing so, He saved us from the punishment of all of our sins and opened the gates to Heaven. Back in the past, animals were often given up a sacrifice. Jesus Himself was the perfect sacrificial lamb for slaughter in order to save us from death. This image is the very best that I love that describes the Eucharist Transubstantiation.

I love this one too…

So when you eat the blessed Eucharist and drink the blessed wine done by a Catholic priest, you really do consume the substance that is Jesus’s body, blood, soul, and divinity. Ever hear that phrase, “you are what you eat”? When we consume Jesus, that doesn’t mean we are cannibals, become God, or re-sacrifice Jesus. It means we become a better reflection of Jesus.

Catholics believe in the Real Presence of Christ in the Eucharist because Jesus tells us this is true in the Bible: ““No one can come to me unless the Father who sent me draws them, and I will raise them up at the last day. It is written in the Prophets: ‘They will all be taught by God.’ Everyone who has heard the Father and learned from him comes to me. Very truly I tell you, the one who believes has eternal life. I am the bread of life. Your ancestors ate the manna in the wilderness, yet they died. But here is the bread that comes down from heaven, which anyone may eat and not die. I am the living bread that came down from heaven. Whoever eats this bread will live forever. This bread is my flesh, which I will give for the life of the world.” Then the Jews began to argue sharply among themselves, “How can this man give us his flesh to eat?” Jesus said to them, “Very truly I tell you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life in you. Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise them up at the last day. For my flesh is real food and my blood is real drink. Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood remains in me, and I in them. Just as the living Father sent me and I live because of the Father, so the one who feeds on me will live because of me. This is the bread that came down from heaven. Your ancestors ate manna and died, but whoever feeds on this bread will live forever.” He said this while teaching in the synagogue in Capernaum. On hearing it, many of his disciples said, “This is a hard teaching. Who can accept it?” Aware that his disciples were grumbling about this, Jesus said to them, “Does this offend you? Then what if you see the Son of Man ascend to where he was before! The Spirit gives life; the flesh counts for nothing. The words I have spoken to you—they are full of the Spirit and life. Yet there are some of you who do not believe.” For Jesus had known from the beginning which of them did not believe and who would betray him. He went on to say, “This is why I told you that no one can come to me unless the Father has enabled them.” From this time many of his disciples turned back and no longer followed him.” John 6:44-66

Fun facts!!!:

Eucharist: “is a transliteration of the Greek word eucharistia, which is itself a translation of the Hebrew word berekah. All three words have the meaning of thanksgiving, or praise for the wonderful works of God.”

Bethlehem: the city where Jesus was born means “House of Bread”!

Transubstantiation: “the conversion of the substance of the Eucharistic elements into the body and blood of Christ at consecration, only the appearances of bread and wine still remaining.”

I saw a poll that only one third of Catholics really believe in Transubstantiation. If you decide in your journey to become part of the Catholic Church, please do not ever forget the words Jesus spoke about Himself to His people and those who read today. He truly is present as the Eucharist and wine.

Did you know there is evidence that the Eucharist is truly Jesus?! They are called Eucharistic Miracles. There are sooo many stories from around the world of bleeding Eucharists that scientists and such have actually tested in their labs to find real they had human blood down to a specific blood type AND material evidence of finding human heart tissue not healthy and strong but distressed! Blessed Carlo Acutis (a young man that passed away that is currently in the process of sainthood here on Earth) created an amazing website that collected examples of Eucharistic Miracles. (See link below.) This subject itself is just extra icing on the cake but don’t fall down the rabbit hole so you don’t feel overwhelmed.

Bishop Barron on the Real Presence of Christ in the Eucharist

Explaining the Faith - The Eucharist In Scripture

Explaining the Faith - Eucharistic Miracles: Scientific Proof

The Veil Removed, what really happens during a Catholic Mass

I could give you so much more but this was just so wonderful to be able to teach you. Know that it’s ok to feel overwhelmed. The topic of what the Eucharist really is and why it is so important is so rich in history and traditions. I hope I was able to satisfy your curiosity. If you ever have any more questions about it, I highly recommend reading sections about it in the Catechism of the Catholic Church (revised edition) but more importantly, reach out to a Catholic priest or bishop by calling them, e-mailing, or even dropping by in person. I am not part of the clergy at all, so talking to a Catholic priest or bishop, you will be able to answer any more questions you have to the Eucharist and they will explain it so well. If you are interested in wanting to know more about the Catholic Faith, I strongly suggest asking about the RCIA, free classes offered by your nearest Catholic Church which will allow you to explore what the Catholic Faith is and answer any questions you have. No pressure though, but just know we are here for you. I am so happy you were chosen as well by God! I will pray that you have a wonderful, exciting journey! God bless and you have a wonderful day/night as well.

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