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harmoonix · 5 months

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❄️ 𝙊𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙪𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝘿𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 ❄️

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫

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❄️ Helena asteroid [101] as described the most beautiful, is another beauty asteroid and it can show your beauty type: This asteroid has an big impact even when it sits together with a planet in a house

Aspecting the Sun or in the same house: Very beautiful, your face, aura energy is surrounded by beauty

Aspecting the Moon or in the same house: Very feminine/soft/kind/gracious, your eyes are very beautiful with this placement

Aspecting the Mercury or in the same house: Beautiful vocally, you can look very young/youthfull. Beautiful voice and talented

Aspecting Venus or in the same house: Gorgeous beauty, serenity, peaceful and yet very magical

Aspecting Mars or in the same house: Very prominent beauty, fierce beauty like a feline, very beautiful lips they may have red cheeks often

Aspecting by Jupiter or in the same house is the type of growing beauty, it grows day by day and night by night, they can have very beautiful legs/hips/hands and an oval face

Aspecting Neptune or in the same house: Ethereal, glamorous, electric, very soft beauty/soft skin and a soft body

Aspecting Uranus or in the same house; Their beauty is refreshing, they can start beauty trends because of how beautiful they are, very prominent facial expressions

Aspecting Saturn or in the same house: Their beauty lasts with the time, forever, very beautiful jaw/chin/nose and bone structure

Aspecting Pluto or in the same house: Magnetic beauty, very intense dark mesmerizing, a black diamond shinning in a dark cave vibes, they can have vibrant eye colors

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🏔️ Gemini Venus/Venus in the 3rd house and Venus at 3°, 15°, 27° have a very pleasant voice, calming, soft sometimes they tend to talk too much but is nothing bad about it they're still the cutest

💍 Having a lot of placements in your 7th house can make you to often think about marriage (Unless Saturn is there). You may think about that perfect wedding you want

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Dancing Bears

Painted Wings

Things I almost remember

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🍫 Moon/Venus and even Sun in the 2nd house like to eat, they have a very good appetite and food is always tasty so why not?? They're always getting hungry

🫠 Moon aspecting Pluto (all aspects) are the type of people who are stuck in your mind forever, in a way... they're very unforgettable

🌪️ Sun or Saturn at 10° 22° degrees can indicate a strict or over protective father/dad figure in your life, maybe they were a bit too strict with you in your childhood

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🐚 Moon in the 9th house or at Sag Degrees 9°, 21° are in love with their culture/traditions and they love to share it with other people aswell. They're like the type of people who can teach you their cultural/traditional dance

🌺 Venus in Sagittarius can be tricky and in a way they liked to be chased and that gives them a fun time to fall in love with that person

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Far away

Long ago

Glowing dim as an ember

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🍓 Aquarius Venus and Venus in the 11th house are always in my heart for how nice they are with other people even though sometimes they can get betrayed

🌨️ Saturn harshly aspecting Moon has a hard time with thinking about love because they often tend to overthink, they are so soft and so sweet sometimes even shy and pure at heart, I wish and hope nobody with those aspects gets hurt in love ever

🫧 North Node in the 3rd house represents the way you'll connect with people in this life, how you'll make your relationships grow and how you'll use your voice to help yourself and others

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💯 Libra Moon/Taurus Moon and Leo Moon are the people who need the most reassurance in love in my opinion because they will always ask their partners "How much you love me" "Tell me" things like that

💞 Vesta Asteroid in our charts can represent the most sacred thing and holy to us, is also the most sensitive part when it comes to the native's sexual side

Vesta in Pisces is a very sensitive spot, they can feel the pain in other people and they are always searching for something higher

Vesta in Scorpio can be very connected with the others personal physical body but its soul aswell, their emotions, their breath...

Vesta in Libra is very romantic and gentle, they can often seek for the others person true nature and justice, they will often stand up for the people they love

Vesta in Sagittarius is the point where Vesta feels the most free, they'll be always searching for more pleasure and for more fun from life

Asteroid Code [4]

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🫧 A mother with Capricorn/Sagittarius/Cancer Moon loves to share special things with their kids, some of them may share family legacy with other family members

💫 Moon in the 5th/9th and 11th house are the most optimistic houses for the moon to be in, they are very positive towards the even when their life seems sad/dark

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Things it yearns to remember

And a song someone sings

Once upon a December

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🏞️ Venus in Fire Signs always catch people's eyes for the way they style. Your style is everything and it can be seen as something to inspire other people

💤 Leo/Libra and Aries Moon can get praised for their hair, because it can look very pretty and people can admire your hair even if you don't notice at first

❤️‍🔥 Sagittarius in your 11th/12th house can indicate having a mixed background when it comes to nationality and ethnicity and friends aswell

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🌾 Aphrodite (1388) in Leo/Scorpio/Pisces or 5th/8th/12th house are having a magnetic energy where the native is put under the spotlight

💘 Aphrodite (1388) in Gemini/Aquarius/Capricorn or in the 3rd/10th/11th house are having the most influence when it comes to the social world

🌴 Aphrodite (1388) square/opposite Mercury. Your voice is very different and people can admire that about you. Your voice can have an specific accent aswell

💪🏼 Mars in Taurus/Sagittarius/Capricorn can make the native to be sassy/savage in personality/words/etc i feel like Mars loves these signs a lot

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❄️ Hii everyone!! I'm kinda a bit little with my winter post but I can promise you the wait was worth it!!❄️

❄️ I hope you all have a great great great and amazing winter season for all the next 3 following months, is the most magical time of the year after all ❄️

H a r m o o n i x ❄️

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sunshinediaz · 2 months

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writing patterns 🫧

rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

in the meantime | 2.3k, teen

“You should take him on a vacation when he gets out,” Athena says, nudging her shoulder with his. “It’ll be nice.”

i am just a fool, but i have loved you all along | 5.1k, teen

At 10:17 in the morning, Buck barges through the front door unannounced. He has an impressive load of shit in his hands—boxed candies and chocolate-covered strawberries and two stuffed animals and a massive bouquet of magnolias and yellow daises packed in a gorgeous glass vase.

like a cat in the rain | 4.6k, teen

A ricocheting clap of thunder wakes Buck up from a deep, dreamless sleep. He startles, shaking in a shot of terror at the sudden noise, and nearly falls off the couch as he flails in an attempt to gather his bearings.

he's a big boy | 5.7k, explicit

The best thing about being married to Buck is that Eddie finally has somebody to carry the forty pound bags of mulch to the backyard when he doesn’t want to.

what to do when evan buckley breaks into your house at 3:17 in the morning | 2.9k, teen

A sharp, resounding noise wakes Eddie up from a messy, sweaty sleep. He snorts, coughs, snorts again, and rolls over to check the time on the alarm clock with one crusty eye open.

the house i built is burning | 6.4k, mature

Giggling, drunk on champagne and Buck’s fingers shoved up under his shirt, Eddie kisses his way along Buck’s throat, behind Buck’s ear, and whispers, “D’you know we haven’t fucked since last year?”

deck the halls (and your in-laws) | 29.6k, mature

Four days before Christmas Eve, Ramon and Helena Diaz arrive at LAX at two-thirty in the afternoon.

and i feel just like i want to kiss you underneath my mistletoe | 9.3k, teen

“So, you’re telling me,” Ravi starts in, all wide-eyed and giggly like he’s been given a secret he can’t wait to share, “that you’ve never kissed anyone under a mistletoe? Ever?”

merle said mama tried, but the prison still won | 2.9k, teen

Eddie would like to preface this by saying he considers himself to be a kind, mature, intelligent, thoughtful man who tries his utmost best to meet people in the middle whenever an aggravating situation arises.

there you are, sweetheart | 2.9k, teen

Exhausted, worn all the way down to the bone, Eddie stumbles into the house and kicks the door shut with the heel of his boot. He’s loud about it, too, stomping and huffing and tossing his bag on the floor like he used to as a teenager after baseball practice; he’ll pick it up later just like he’ll sweep up the mud from his boots, too, but after.

oooh, i found a few patterns doing this, lmao, and those are: 1. turnpike lyrics as titles 2. putting mr eddie and his boy buck thru it 3. i am the King of Silly Eddie 4. i was accidentally in the holiday spirit

tagged by @actualalligator, @puppyboybuckley, @wikiangela, @honestlydarkprincess, @devirnis, @jeeyuns, and @exhuastedpigeon, mwah

tagging @monsterrae1, @loserdiaz, @wildlife4life, @watchyourbuck, @rogerzsteven, and @thewolvesof1998 if any of you wanna play!

#cackling at all of this silly stuff #can't wait to return to this mindset ugh #tag games

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galactic-pirates · 3 months

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For @deathtodickens for the 2024 @b-and-w-holiday-gift-exchange

The single shot cracked the air. So close. Myka knew they were in the right place. She charged through the doorway. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Pete fire the Tesla, and the menacing suspect collapse to the ground, but she only had eyes for Helena. Helena who was shivering on the ground, literally blue, with her breath puffing like ice.

“Helena!”

Myka dropped next to her, scooping Helena into her arms. She radiated cold. Even her clothes felt frozen. “Artie!”

“The plank. She needs the plank.”

Pete dove for it - literally - and threw it to her. Myka wrapped Helena’s arms around it but nothing was happening. It wasn’t working!

“You can’t die, you can’t! I still owe you. Remember? Your grappler. Nobody had ever actually swept me off my feet before-“

Despairing Myka choked back a sob. Helena was still so cold. Had she been too late? She was always too late. Her eyes flickered to Artie and Pete who were looking anywhere but at them, doing that typical male shuffling that screamed they were uncomfortable. Well, bully for them, Helena was dying and Myka didn’t care if they were uncomfortable.

“Or swept me off my feet at all.” Myka’s throat bobbed, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. “You are infuriating, and charming, and you compel me like no-one else. I love you.”

Helena drew in a shuddering breath. Myka let out a half-cry, half-laugh of relief. Helena’s skin was finally pink, rather than that horrible icy blue. Myka closed her eyes in thanks. When she opened them she saw Pete and her cheeks burned. Awkwardly she moved away from Helena.

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The damp cold of an English winter, the sort of chill that got into her bones, was going to feel positively balmy after that experience. Slowly Helena released the plank, ready to scoop it back up and hug it so tight it became part of her if the icy fingers slipped over her again. They didn’t so Helena got to her feet, putting her on equal ground with the two Warehouse agents and… Myka.

Myka who had listened and cared, who had trusted her abilities to save Claudia - had trusted her. Myka was intelligent, and well-read, and strong and more of an equal than Helena had ever known. Myka who was like nobody she had ever met. Myka who had just said ‘I love you’. A sentiment she had inspired a time or two in a paramour, and always seen as a sign to cut ties. But she hadn’t even kissed Myka yet, that was no lust-addled confession it was… Helena peered over at Myka who was suddenly finding her shoes fascinating.

“You told me you loved me.”

“I… I…” Myka stuttered. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “Yes.”

"While you thought I was dying in your arms."

“Yes”

"Well, I’m still alive. Care to repeat that?"

Myka’s mouth fell open, her eyes widened.

“Although I suppose we could start with a date and see where the evening takes us.” Helena winked, and Myka’s blush somehow deepened. Helena turned and raised an eyebrow at Artie. “What, no sarcastic comments?”

He shrugged. “You did just save my life.” His eyes flickered to Myka. “The Regents will decide what to do with you.” He pressed his lips together. “I’ll need to make arrangements for our Russian friend, and for shipping all these artifacts back to the Warehouse.”

Artie took two steps to the door and then turned. He held out his hand in mute demand. Pete stared at him for a moment before scrambling to give Artie his bag. Pete then dithered before producing a set of cuffs, and hauling Helena’s groggy would-be murderer to his feet.

“Hey, Myk’s-“

“Not now Pete.”

“Yup.” Pete frogmarched Ivan out.

Then it was just the two of them and Artie’s parting shot of the looming threat of the Regents. Still Helena had planned for this. Well not this but a return to the Warehouse. It was a roll of the dice but she was confident they wouldn’t bronze her again, or at least that wasn’t a possibility she had seriously considered. Rebronzing would mean failure, and she couldn’t fail, the plan was all she had left.

Helena swallowed, thinking of Warehouse 2 slumbering under the sand, and of her darling Christina, her shell contained in a much too tiny iron box with a very special handle attached. Then she looked at Myka. Correction, all she had thought she had left.

Perhaps it was time for a new plan. The old plan had never expected Myka Bering. Yes, a new plan, and maybe even a new goal. That better world she had lost hope in ever seeing? Would likely not be found at the tip of a trident.

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#deathtodickens #beringandwellsexchange #bering and wells #warehouse 13 #bering & wells #myka bering #hg wells #helena wells #fanart #sam tries art

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oldmemoria · 7 months

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caught up with cringetober because I literally forgot to do it, individuals and explanations under cut

Day 1: Heterochromia I’ve come to the revaluation that my sona is already cringe as hell considering not only can his entire body change color but he also has differently colored eyes as a staple of his design. They’re usually yellow and blue but this time I color picked the blue from the trans flag and the mint from the Vincian flag for this color palette, it turned out really pretty :)

Day 2: Self Insert Now she isn’t my self insert anymore, but back in the day when I was at “peak cringe” she definitely was. This is my warriors OC Icypelt and I have a post going over part of her story on my profile somewhere. She’s been through a lot and I think her modern design is very pretty :)

Day 3: Unnecessarily complex fit/design Spider scene is kinda infamous in my brain for having wayyy too much detail but I love them and I think this might be my favorite one out of this batch, super cute, the pose is really cute and the colors are nice and fits her really well :D

day 4: Angel x Devil inevitable MCR reference ik, Helena and Revenge, love them dearly. Poor revenge man this one is cute and looks like a sticker!!

Day 6 (I skipped day 5 because I didn’t want to open up ms paint today): neko i kinda hate this one but cat Gerard yay

Day 7: Pinterest base at first I wanted to draw hobie in place of Gwen but I remembered that I haven’t really drawn Mikey with her even though they’re supposed to be friends so I drew her instead. Idk. The height difference is not accurate because of that but Jumping Spider is small because he’s based on a jumping spider and those are tiny who would have thought

Day 8: tumblr sexyman i have never played undertale a day in my life i just know a lot of people wanted to jump sans’ bones

day 9: Crossover ship/rarepair OH BOY THIS ONE GOES KIND OF HARD AND IM EMBARRASSED ABOUT IT BECAUSE THEY KIND OF WORK FOR EACH OTHER UM MIGUEL OHARA X CLOTTED CREAM COOKIE IM INSANE OMG-

day 10: fursona i already have a fursona I already drew and yes I colorpicked from the lesbian flag how could you tell /j

Day 11: Yandere LYLA is technically canonically a yandere because spoiler alert she tried to kill Miguel’s fiancé via overheating her in the shower (essentially literally boiling her like a lobster) because she was “in love” with him (she said if she did have autonomy and had feelings the would be in love with him but she doesn’t but idk who knows I don’t).

day 12: niche interest ik MCR isn’t exactly “niche” but the black parades story in particular has always caught my interest and I have my own interpretation of it and a whole kind of story I’m still developing and character arcs and headcanons and interactions and yeah you get it, death in particular has evolved into god knows an OC on his own I just keep him attached to MCR because… it makes more sense that way, ig-

day 13: creepypasta does this count- whatever grimdark is just the same thing as a creepypasta- I’m not really in the MLP fandom anymore but it was my first ever “fandom” I was actually apart of. My first hyperfixation if you will. I wasn’t in the grimdark part of the fandom because I was too young for it but I was actually watching the izzzyzzz grimdark video and I was like “oh” and drew a rainbow factory Rainbowdash. Honestly I should draw ponies more they’re fun to draw

Day 14: candygore (?) im not good at drawing candygore and since I was rushing this o didn’t do it as well as I thought I can, but it still turned out pretty cool

Day 15: song lyrics aaaa inevitable hesitant alien drawing this one turned out so cute!! The colors and the sparkle eek so cute aaa action cat lyrics I’m breaking down right in front of you I’m sorry

planning on doing the rest of the month now, maybe not exactly on time since I’m still in school but I’ll try to get 31 drawings out by Halloween. Love the idea of cringetober because I just love all things cringe. Ack this is so good

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deans-baby-momma · 1 year

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LAW AND LOVE

A/N: Just posting to see if there is any interest......

"You've got to be kidding me!" I groan as I eye the deflated tire on my car. "I don't have time for this. Seriously!"

After my 10 hour shift at the restaurant, the last thing I wanted to be doing at dusk was changing a flat. I was exhausted and just needed a good soak in the tub. With a large glass of wine. Red. Hell, forget the glass, give me the whole dang bottle.

I press the slide key in to unlock the trunk and open the hatch to pull out the spare and jack when I see shattered glass on the ground around my vehicle. The fucking passenger window is completely busted.

"Oh fuck me!" I sigh as I leave the rear of the car to go inspect the damage.

Looking through the window I can see the center console is up, where I kept all my spare change and different odds and ends. My console is the equivalent of a junk drawer in someone's home. The glove compartment is not only open but hanging precariously from its hinges, the contents scattered across the seat and floorboard.

"What the hell…." I ask no one in particular as I pull my phone out to call 9-1-1.

"Helena Emergency Services," the operator answers after a half ring.

"Yes, I need to report a break-in and request police assistance."

"What's your address ma'am?"

"I'm in the parking lot on 3rd and Independence. Someone broke into my car," I explained.

"Okay, I have an officer in the area and have paged him to your location."

"Thank you," I sigh as I run a hand down my face. This is the last thing I need to happen!

"Ma'am, do you need me to stay in the line? Do you think the perp is still in the area?"

"Uh…..oh….um…I don't know," I say as I scan the area. "I don't think so. It's pretty deserted right now."

"Okay. The sheriff is only about 2 minutes away so if you feel safe, I'll go ahead and hang up."

"Yea," I smile in thanks, although I know the operator cannot see me. "Thank you for your help."

The line goes dead and I slip the phone back into my pocket and cross my arms as I await the cop coming to take my report.

Wait, did she say Sheriff? Even though this screws up my day I didn't think it was crucial enough to elicit the Sheriff. I'm sure he has more important things to take care of than a car break-in. But she did say he was in the area so maybe it's just a case of who was closest.

I kick at the gravel and small shards of glass as I wait. In no time at all, an older model faded red truck pulls in. I can see there is only one occupant in the cab and I hold my breath, hoping and praying that it's not the perp coming back.

I watch warily as the man in the pickup parks and gets out. He steps out of the truck and I hold my breath as he reaches back into the cab. Is he grabbing the weapon that will be my demise?

Thankfully, he pulls out a beige Stetson and proceeds to sit it on his head. As he approaches, I can't help but notice his bow-legged cowboy stride. How appropriate for Montana.

I let out a shaky breath as the badge on his belt shines in the early evening light. 'Oh thank God, it's the sheriff!' I tell myself.

"What seems to be the problem sweetheart?" he asks and I swear to the heavens that every bone in my body melts at the cadence of his honeyed voice.

'Problem? The only problem I have is you're not inside me, fucking me raw.'

I clear my throat and my gutter of a mind and try to remember what my original complaint was. As the sheriff steps closer, I hear the crunch of glass under his boots and it dawns on me.

"Someone decided to break into my car," I tell him as we both survey the damage. I can't stop myself from sneaking glances in his direction. He was a very gorgeous man (can you call a man gorgeous?) His bone structure is impeccable; his profile is perfect.

“Have you noticed anything missing?” he asks but I can’t seem to pull myself away from staring. When he turns his head and his forest green eyes meet mine, I realize he’d spoken to me. Is that a smile in his expression? Can eyes smile?

“Oh…um…what?” I respond, embarrassingly.

“Have you noticed if anything has been taken, Miss……?” he questions again, subtly asking for my name.

“Oh, uh no?” I answer, not sure because I hadn’t really been paying attention. “And you can call me Y/N, Officer.” Two can play that game.

“Okay. Well, Y/N. I’m Sheriff Beau Arlen but you can call me Beau,” he replies. “Is there anyone with a vendetta against you? Anyone you can think of who might want to cause you trouble?”

“Just an ex in a couple states over,” I say with a shrug of my shoulders. “But I doubt he’d travel all this way. Too much work and it would take away from his hobbies.”

“And what hobbies would that be?”

“Other than sleeping with anyone other than me, he plays online video games. He has made it his life mission to conquer every player alive.”

“Well Y/N, I must say this ex of yours sure seems like he’s got a few screws loose,” Beau tells me, looking straight at me.

“More than a few,” I laugh. “But yea, I seriously doubt he’d put the energy into coming to Helena to break into my car. Hell, he doesn’t even know what kind of vehicle I drive now anyways.”

“Okay, so we can rule the idiot ex out,” Beau determines. “Anyone else?”

“Well, I’ve only been here for a little over a month and other than a pissy customer, no. But I don’t think it would warrant this.”

“Hmmm, so we moved to town at about the same time, huh?”

“You’re new too?” I ask, with a tilt of my head. “How did you become Sheriff so quickly?”

“I’m the interim sheriff until the actual sheriff gets back on his feet,” he explains and then pulls out a notepad. “So I’m guessing I need to take down some information.”

I nod as I contemplate the way he swiftly transformed into his Sheriff role. ‘What is he hiding? He shut the conversation down quickly and deftly.’ I give him my contact information and a list of what I could remember that was in the vehicle, then he offered me a ride home; which I took because my new home was on the other side of town.

@lostinaseaoffictionalbliss @spnbaby-67 @tftumblin @sea04056140561 @delightfullykrispypeachch @larajadeschmidt133 @atc744 @vicariouslythruspnspn @squirrelnotsamm @sandlee444 @blacktithe77 @hoboal87 @mogarukee @deanwanddamonsns @supraveng @deandreamernp @akshi827878 @lyarr244 @kazsrm677 @chriszgirl922

#law and love #jensen ackles #big sky #beau arlen #montana #helena

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rusalkaandtheshepherdgirl · 1 year

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my new magnum opus. What it says on the tin. Timestamps etc beneath the read more

0 to 4; Card Shark; "Darling, come a little closer"

4 to 10; Leviathan; instrumental

10 to 14; 37.7694961, -122.5130832; "The horizon is blurry just like all the lies–"

14 to 16; Thomas the Rhymer (1); "–Lies are hollow, truth is heavy–"

16 to 19; An Interlace of Bones; "–heavy femurs / The chuckle of your fingers leaves me"

19 to 21; The Summer King; "– me lay on the river–"

21 to 25; Jack; "–River king loves burdock best / The Rusalka–"

25 to 28; Rusalka and the Shepherd Girl; "–Rusalka and the Shepherd girl–"

28 to 30; It’s Called ”Helena & Gerard: A Vampire Tragedy In Unmetered Limerick”, Mom; "–girl that I liked made–"

30 to 34; Daphne, "–made her a monster of wood, flesh, and bone"

34 to 39; (Far Away); instrumental

39 to 43; The Dancing Plague; "Someone asked when and the Devil replied, any second now–"

43 to 49; A Lure of Sirens; "–now see / Come sing with me beneath–"

49 to 59; The Fairie Queen (2); "–beneath her feet and take my sweet–"

59 to 1:06; Gay Werewolf Murder Ballad; "–sweet flesh of man / We descended on the town, every wolf in the land"

1:06 to 1:11; The Vixen's Lament; Instrumental

1:11 to 1:18; Persephone; "The flowers are waning, and summer is fading, and–"

1:18 to 1:24; A Wind In The Orchard; "–And I start to fade, and I still love–"

1:24 to 1:34; Truth Be Told (3); "–love, ruin, safety, vice / Just don't–"

1:34 to 1:38; A Charlatan In Red; "–don't stop until you've passed the dawn–"

1:38 to 1:39; Tam Lin; "–dawn broke"

1:39 to 1:44; (A Quiet Night); instrumental

1:44 to 1:47; Cottonwood; "with my own two shaking hands–"

1:47 to 1:48; The Marriage of Bigfoot and Mothman; "–hands, I love the way that he roars. Our love–"

1:48 to 1:53; Everyone Loves You When You Can Turn Into A Bat; "–loves you when you can turn into a bat"

#i thought a little too hard about where each song should fit in but hey if this doesn't give you whiplash nothing will #as i've mentioned i'm a lyrics girl so that's the main blending mechanic #if the instrumentals fit and sound good i must ascribe that to witchcraft not by my hand #the forgetmenauts #rio commits audio crimes #rio remarks

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kiragecko · 4 months

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Height and Bodytype Headcanons for the Batfamily

Note that most of the people I hang around with are germanic and tall. I recognize that 6 foot is not the average height for men, but it is around here, and that affects my concepts of what's normal!

Dick - 5'11" (180cm), and built like a martial artist/ballerina. So, slim with noticeable muscles. Can be shorter if the people he's around aren't all giants - I like him being one of the shorter people in the room.

Babs - 5'10" to 5'11" (178 to 180cm), and angular. She's got boney, pointy limbs and face. She had noticeable curves before her accident, but has never had a particularly slim waist - she's just busty enough, tall enough, and had big enough thigh and butt muscles, to look thinner than she was. Still has the chest, but her large shoulders and softer stomach has changed her silhouette. I like her being taller than Dick in heels, but don't care too much in flats.

Jason - 6'2" (188cm), and built like a Large Rectangle. Big boned, muscular, AND chubby. Jason being at least a little chubby is IMPORTANT to me. Is either slightly shorter OR slightly taller than Bruce, so height can vary to make this possible.

Tim - 5'6" (168cm) and has a similar build to Dick, but usually slightly less defined. Weight fluctuates quickly - he has to concentrate on his diet to keep weight on - and fat usually appears on his limbs first, making them look softer and less muscular than they actually are. But when he forgets to eat a few meals it becomes obvious that he's in shape (if you somehow manage to see him without his usual 3 to 5 layers). You are allowed to imagine him taller but you ARE wrong.

Steph - 5'8" (173cm) and curvy. Anywhere from slightly chubby to moderately fat is good with me. Muscles are never visible no matter how in shape she gets and this frustrates her. ¿Why must she look so cuddly?, she wants it to be obvious she can kick people's teeth in!

Helena (Bertinelli) - 5'9 (175cm) and almost as angular as Babs, but scaled thinner/narrower. Average chest size, but breasts are long/droopy, and don't project much. Lack of curves and small bones make her appear weaker and less muscular than she is. Do not be fooled. Though her proportions also contribute to a subtle sense of hunger and intensity that many people find subtly uncomfortable.

Cass - Anywhere from 5'4" to 5'8" (163 to 173cm). I have no preferences as long as she can wear Tim's clothes. Build like Small Rectangle. She is all muscle. No room for curves. The only weight she gains is muscle, no matter how much she eats. Japanese wrestler Mayu Mukaida seems like a good reference.

Damian - 4'6" to 5' (137 to 152cm) and he ... look, I do not know how to describe an 11 year old. Muscle isn't visible, he just doesn't look noodley. Or chubby. Like, he's 11! That's his body type! (I HAVE an 11 year old. They come in noodley, sticklike, chubby, and not varieties. If you draw that kid with defined muscles you're telling me his family is abusive and okay with warping his skeleton.)

Kate - 5'7" (170cm) and her face is the most angular of the bunch, but the rest of her is stocky gymnastic curves. (Female gymnasts can have SUCH cool bodies - lots of muscle, but none of it defined. It doesn't look the same as fat-based curves, but it also doesn't scream 'muscles' to the casual observer, and I love it!) Her muscle turns to fat QUICKLY, and then she has to build new muscle which doesn't affect her fat deposits much, so she usually has some chub. (Especially when recovering from injuries.) Fat usually appears in her breasts and thighs first - she has a LOT of bras to account for frequent cup size changes.

Duke - okay, I know adult Duke is going to be around 6'1" (185cm). And I know 15-16 year old Duke hasn't finished growing yet. But I don't know how tall he currently is! He's more muscular than most of his siblings, but also lanky. Big hands and feet he hasn't quite grown into ... Hmm, I have decided he was 5'5" and almost stocky when he first started hanging out with Bruce, but has grown at least 3 inches since then and they're having to limit how much he trains because he doesn't HAVE any bodymass left to convert to muscle, it's all going into height. Next month it will be 4 inches.

Bruce - 6'1" to 6'3" (185 to 191cm) and BIG shoulders. 70s martial artist-shaped Batman is really cool, but modern musclebound hulk also seems accurate. He is Shrödinger's Bat. My Batman started in 1939 (which is 15 years before 2011 and 16 years before 2023) and it doesn't make SENSE for him to be 6'3" then. But he is now? Maybe he had a growth spurt when he turned 30. Height can vary to properly scale with current child.

Alfred - 6' (183cm), thin, and boney. He matches his pencil-thin mustache. NOT frail. No old-people bird bones! He's still in his mid-60s. Enough muscle to lift an unconscious Bruce, but it remains a mystery where that muscle is hiding.

#gecko's headcanons #gecko trying to describe bodyshape:#“¿why am I talking about breasts so much?”#helena and kate are here because I wanted to describe more ladies #they will still usually be absent #I WANT to include Helena more #but her relationships with Dick Babs AND Bruce upset me #and most of these involve relationships #I can't only focus on her and Tim!#I have unreasonably strong opinions about their heights #for no real reason

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zahri-melitor · 4 months

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Crossposting but I just finished my 2023 Fic Roundup and Analysis.

I often end up doing these late, so look at me getting this out in January for once! (Didn’t want to put it out in December while I was still publishing)

Previous years: 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022

I like to ask myself some questions about what I've written in the past year. Here's my thoughts.

Stories published: 13

Fandoms published: 3 (technically if you look at my AO3 tagged fandoms for the year it’s 8, but I’m just going to group all the DCU together).

It’s ended up being my biggest year in terms of story output; being back in a fandom which is causing me brainrot as far as prompts go and where I have a bunch of mutuals has definitely been helpful for the writing. My longest finished fic ever is now 24,306 words, and I’ve cleared 40k this year.

In terms of my all time stats: I’ve got three new stories in my top ten as far as kudos go (at 5,7 and 9 as I write this): all the Vorkosigan has dropped below 10th now.

Most popular story: there’s an endless road to rediscover. Given how I wrote this then fussed worrying for several months over what its reception would be, I’m glad it went well, especially as it was my first time tackling Damian characterisation and I wasn’t confident with him yet. It’s doing better than I expected, ranked next to everything else.

Favourite story written: Um. Hmmm. Part of me wants to say Orange Juice, because I just really enjoyed how fast that one came together, but really it’s the picture frames have changed and so has your name, no question. My most ambitious project, the source of so much brainrot and theorising. The day I figured out how the solution to ‘what happened to Dick’ (because that was the last big moving piece that came together to make the story work - the solution) was a wonderful one, because I kicked my feet with delight and then had to work really really hard not to reveal the secret to everyone I immediately wanted to tell how clever I was. I was SO SMUG.

Best reception: the picture frames have changed and so has your name definitely gets the award here. Everyone was super nice about it, I got to see so much theorising, it’s currently sitting on 116 comment threads, and honestly all the support to push through and get it written was worth it. Came out so good! You were all really generous!

Favourite underrated story: Tea for Two. I just like the balance of how much stuff I layered into it and that it was detailed enough I sent someone who I KNOW is hugely into No Man’s Land scurrying off to the comics to check I had got certain details correct. It was a fun write with very specific goals to hit, and stylistically exactly what I like doing. I also love the concept of the Mother’s Day series and am thinking through what additions I want to make to it in 2024.

Favourite title: I actually really enjoyed some of my title choices this year, but I absolutely cannot go past I’ll hold your memory in my hands tonight in terms of title. I came up with it, then I giggled, then I thought about how dark the joke was, then I giggled again. Helena held the thank you letter from Tim! Barbara held the plushie of Tim! Dick held Tim’s brain! I’m so awful.

Hardest story to name: bones of a dinosaur, bones of a city I honestly did not know what to call this story, so I ended up essentially opting out of naming it. I think it works, and has joined the storied realms of ‘story titles I’ve invented quotes for’.

Themes I noted in my stories this year: ‘Let’s write about mothers and sisters’ popped out a lot. There’s a lot of death (and discussions of deaths), which unfortunately ties back into the mothers and sisters thing. And a lot of Tim and his relationships with his older siblings: Dick, Barbara, Helena and Cass.

Commentary: well look who fell back into DC fandom and wrote fic. The bunnies attacked and the fandom itself enjoys short stories. On top of that I had, hmm, two ‘sort out the draft I have sitting here and publish it’ stories that went out this year. Becoming Miss Burgeson had been hanging around as an idea more than a story since I finished Invisible Sun in 2021, because not only is Rita Douglas a fascinating character, but also there are SO MANY identity shenanigans over the years in the Burgeson family. Erasmus’ comments on being a Burgeson in particular were the heart of the fic (because everyone forgets Erasmus ALSO is an assumed name). Nobody using the name was born into it and everyone chose to adopt it as a cover. Now Rita’s not nearly the most complex figure here (Miriam’s name situation is even wilder), but due to the complexities of Miriam/Helge’s names, Rita acquired three extra surnames by the transitive nature of being Miriam’s natural daughter. Actually I SHOULD sit down and work out what Rita’s braid name should actually be. I also dusted off Just Skate Figures enough to post the main bits of it, because I was tired of not having the Axel and Minami scene, at least, posted where other people could enjoy it.

#fic analysis and roundup

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hesbuckcompton-baby · 4 months

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[tag game] get to know me

Thanks for the tag @xxluckystrike - love you, Blu! <3

name(s): helena! I'm no longer fussed about the pronunciation, I swear I've heard every iteration that is humanly possible. (it's phonetic. work it out people)

pronouns: she/her

star sign: libra

# of siblings & fun facts about them (if you have any): I have one sibling and we're super close. I'm a few years older than them and as such have successfully indoctrinated them into loads of my interests, and we love watching period dramas together - especially ones for 'old ladies' like Downton Abbey and Call the Midwife

# of pets & their names: I don't have any pets anymore, but I used to have 2 ginger cats - they were brothers named George and Jasper

fandoms: SOOOO many so I'm gonna have to shortlist - HBO War, A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones/House of The Dragon, The Terror, Star Wars, Shadow and Bone/Six of Crows, Ted Lasso, BBC Ghosts, Doctor Who, Lord of The Rings/The Hobbit, and about a hundred different period dramas

favorite color: green!

favorite song: I think I'll have to go with I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers - literally nothing hits quite like it

favorite author (of anything readable-- books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, whatever!): Leigh Bardugo is the author I've read the most of, but I also really love Taylor Jenkins Reid, her characters and writing style are really easy to engage with. I'm really getting into R.F. Kuang's books at the moment, as I'm currently reading the second book in the Poppy War trilogy.

hobbies: writing is ofc a big one, but I've always really loved art too! I've been acrylic painting for about ten years, which has enabled me to develop my skills in a way I'm really proud of, and I've recently started doing digital art too. I'm still trying to find my footing with that, and it'll take a lot of practice, but hopefully someday I might draw something good enough to post

favorite fic type: I love angst and fluff equally, it's all dependent on the character(s) I'm reading about or the mood I'm in tbh

favorite holiday: Christmas!!! I'm a Christmas girlie until I die, nothing else comes close

do you have any partner(s)? (romantic, qpp, anything!): nope

fun facts about you / anything extra you wanna share!: Wasn't sure if I should include music under fandoms, but it's a huge part of my life, so I thought I'd ramble about it here. My favourite artists are Hozier, Florence + The Machine, Phoebe Bridgers/Boygenius, and Taylor Swift (Who I'm going to see live this summer!). But I listen to music almost constantly, I literally can't do anything without it, whether I'm writing, working, or just walking around, music is an absolute life-saver to me

Tagging: @basilone @latibvles @dcyllom @trenchenjoyer @educationalporpoises @footprintsinthesxnd

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helenadurazzo · 3 months

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The Lord Of The Underworld and His Lady of Spring Part 3

In this continuation. The guys and Asteria check up on their friends in the infirmary and try and do counts of who is missing and who is present after the intruders invaded. Epel invites Asteria to stay in Pomefiore for the time being, but they run into someone who is in quite a hurry. As always, Asteria belongs to @princess-of-pearls-and-stars

“Man…” Ruggie groaned as he walked, putting his hands behind his head. “Why did Leona have to put ME in charge? Talk about drawing the short straw.”

Rook easily overheard this complaint, “It means that Roi des Lions has great faith in you.” He gave him an assuring smile, “The dorm is his pride, he knows he can trust you with it.”

Asteria noticed that Ruggie didn’t seem convinced, “Yeah, well trust doesn’t fill an empty stomach. There better be some T-bone steaks in it for me later or it won’t be worth it!”

Rook sighed, also noticing Asteria’s blank expression before he turned to Ruggie, “Yet another reason we must make sure they return safely.”

“Ruggie!” Jack called as he came around the corner running, still dressed in his PE uniform. He took a few moments to catch his breath before continuing, “I got your text! What’s this about Leona getting kidnapped by the guys who attacked the school!?”

“You pretty much summed it up right there.” Ruggie informed him before scratching the back of his head as responsibility weighed on his shoulders. “Look, I need to round up everyone in the dorm and check in with them. Could you give me a hand?”

“Happy to.” Jack accepted, still gaining his bearings before his eyes landed on Asteria, “Hey Asteria! Why are you all banged up? Did those intruders beat you up to? And where’s Helena?”

“They took her…” Asteria revealed and sighed, “But don’t worry about me, it’s just a scratch, who cares about that when everyone else is in trouble in a place we can’t find?”

Rook was quick to elaborate about what occurred at Ramshackle, “The NRC tribe members were together at Ramshackle when it occurred. We were in the midst of the SDC postmortem when they attacked us. Vil, Jamil, Helena, and Grim were all taken just as Leona was.”

“They got all of them too!?” Jack exclaimed.

Rook nodded before continuing, “And the freshmen that tried to rescue them were gravely injured.”

“Argh.” Jack growled with annoyance, “Why are does guys so reckless?”

Rook shrugged his shoulders, “I would love to stay, but I must return to my dorm and fulfill my duties as vice hosuewarden but, Monsieur Fier-à-bras, would you be so kind as to go with Asteria to check up on our injured comrades in the infirmary.”

“That would actually help me to.” Ruggie seconded Rook’s request, “You can see if any students from our dorm are there.”

“Got it.” Jack accepted the quest, “I will alert you once I know more, let’s go Asteria.”

Asteria barely paid attention to what was going on around her as she walked to the infirmary. She supposed she should be thankful that Ace, Deuce, and Epel were still in school property, yet there was no confirmation about how severe their injuries were.

“Excuse us, coming in.” Jack announced as they walked inside the hospital wing.

“STAY!” Professor Crewel ordered, “Sorry but all beds are occupied. Write your names on that paper and then wait in your dorm. The nurse will attend to you later… Wait you’re both perfectly fine. What business do you have here?”

“Ruggie and Rook wanted me to check up on the guys here.” Jack stated plainly. “What about you Professor Crewel?”

The Professor was quick to reveal his reason for his presence, “I heard a pair of pups from my class got injured. Really, how can these whelps be so foolhardy” he then eyed Asteria more closely, noticing her hand, “Hmm, I see Asteria has come minor injuries. Come here, I can patch up simple scrapes.”

As the Professor went to grab some bandages and helped Asteria gently wrap her hand, Jack cleared his throat as he examined the room, ��So which beds are Ace and Deuce in? …oh.”

“They haven’t woken up yet.” Epel revealed, standing up from a chair placed in between the beds Ace and Deuce were placed in, still unconscious from the attack.

Jack showed a rare look of concern, “Should you be out of your bed Epel?”

“I’m fine.” Epel insisted, “Still a little shaky, but that’s all.”

“I analyzed the residual traces of the spell they cast on you.” Professor Crewel revealed. “It was meant to stun. Unfortunately, you sustained greater injuries because of where you fought.”

“What do you mean professor?” Asteria asked, looked up from her injured hand, now wrapping up and healing.

“I mean enemies and friendlies alike are bound to get hurt when you fire off magic in an old, antiquated, and delicate building.” Professor Crewel elaborated. “Freshmen would have a hard enough time using attack magic while simultaneously trying to shield themselves from falling debris. Surprise battles require the coolest of heads. Otherwise you’ll wind up how they did.” He motioned over to Ace and Deuce.

“Heh…” Epel gave a quick awkward chuckle. “I guess you are right, I do remember a bunch of falling debris during the fight.”

“Along with some falling cauldrons.” Asteria added. “And glass shards flying around like birds.”

Professor Crewel sighed, “This is the problem with bad boys who act without thinking. I plan to train them all over again when they awake.”

“But Professor!” Epel attempted to remind him, “They did it to try and save Grim and the others.”

Professor Crewel only raised his hand to silence Epel, “Their reasons are irrelevant. It’s a trainer’s job to scold their pups when they do something phenomenally stupid. They got off lucky this time, at least they will make a full recovery soon enough. But imagine if those soldiers had been casting lethal spells? Things would have ended up much differently in such a case.”

Epel replied after a few moments of silence, “You’re right, I’m sorry. Vil must have known that which is why he ordered the freshmen to stay back. Then we went into mindlessly making idiots of ourselves. And what do we have to show for it? A big ol whoopin that’s what. They hauled off Vil and the others and I’ll I could do was watch ‘em do it.”

Asteria facepalmed, “Ugh, I felt so useless back there, if only I attacked quicker. Perhaps a different-“

“…no one can do everything right out of the gate much less know how to do properly in a heated situation.” Jack interrupted her. Look at the housewardens, none of them were born as excellent mages, child prodigies maybe, but even then they didn’t know everything and had to learn. They went through trials of their own to get where they are today. The only reason it doesn’t seem this way is because we met them when they had learned these lessons and bettered themselves as mages. And moping about what you couldn’t have done isn’t going to help. Focus on what you can do now. So both of you quit your bellyaching, you did what you could and we are here now, we will find a way to solve this. It’s getting as annoying as nails on a chalkboard.”

Epel gave him an earnest gaze, “Jack…”

Professor Crewel seemed impressed by his speech, “Nicely said Howl. That’s the right attitude, you make your dorm proud.”

“Thanks Professor.” Jack shyly smiled.

“The faculty will look into what we can do about are abducted students and the headmage.” Professor Crewel continued. “Felmier, Othonos, I expect you to both rest and recuperate.”

“Yes sir.” Epel agreed, “I believe I can walk long enough to make it to my dorm. So I’ll head that way.”

“I’ll head back to Savanclaw.” Jack declared, “I don’t see any of my dorm members here, I need to inform Ruggie that his number should be accurate.”

“Professor Crewel?” Epel asked before departing, “Please take care of Ace and Deuce.”

“I wouldn’t abandon these pups.” Professor Crewel reminded him, “Especially under my supervision … that goes for Asteria… and Grim and Helena of course. All the 1-A students are pups under the tutelage of the great Crewel.”

“It means a lot Professor.” Asteria smiled, as she stood next to Jack and Epel.

“Now listen you three.” Professor Crewel ordered, “Let the faculty handle this, we don’t need any more injured pups, you must remain safe.” To which the three nodded and gave verbal confirmations before departing the infirmary.

“Say Asteria.” Jack began shortly after they left heading towards the Hall of Mirrors, “Since Ramshackles all busted up from the attack, where are you gonna stay?”

“I’ll be fine.” Asteria quietly insisted, “A roof is still there right? And I have dealt with a leaky roof before, this should be no different.”

“You shouldn’t be staying alone in case another attack happens” Epel pointed out before making an offer, “Why don’t you stay in Pomefiore? We will need to get Rook’s permission but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind, it’s what Vil would have wanted, I’m sure of it.”

“Sounds like something he would agree with.” Jack assured the nervous Pomefiore freshman.

“If you insist…” Asteria replied, not having the energy to argue as they walked into the Hall of Mirrors

“Catch you two later!” Jack gave his farewells before making his way to Savanaclaw.

Epel gave Asteria a comforting look “It’s been quite a long day, let’s just try to relax and- AH-“ he called out as he was knocked over by someone returning from Pomefiore.

“Are you ok Epel?” Asteria asked as she helped him back on his feet.

“I’m fine.” Epel assured her before fuming, “Who goes running out without a care in the world! You could have hurt someone-“

“My apologies Monsieur Pommette.” Rook spoke softly and genuine, “I was in a great hurry, are you sure you are alright?”

“Oh it’s you Rook.” Epel realizes with widened eyes, “I should ask you that question, I have never seen you in such a rush… and that’s a big suitcase you’ve got there… and you’ve got your broom… are you going somewhere? Don’t you need to be in the dorm more than any of us now that Vil’s gone?”

“Look, I apologize but I must depart.” Rook firmly spoke, “Keep your chin up.”

Epel looked horrified, “What’s that supposed to mean!? Where are you going that can’t wait!?”

“The Island of Woe!” Rook declared.

“You can’t be serious…” Epel groaned. “It’s a death sentence! No one knows where it is, not even the professors! You need to hold your horses mister!”

“Do not stop me.” Rook insisted, “My mind is set. You see, I came to a horrifying realization when I returned to the dorm.”

“Really?” Asteria acted invested, “What was it?”

“When Vil was captured HE WASN’T CARRYING A SINGLE SKIN CARE PRODUCT!” Rook cried out.

“Huh?” Epel raised an eyebrow.

“That’s what this is about?” Asteria said equally confused, “I get they are important but…”

“It is a dire situation.” Rook elaborated, “The changing of the seasons can have tremendous effects on one’s skin. Dryness is the natural enemy of a healthy complexion, and without care, the forbidden red fruit will swiftly bloom on their forehead and chin.”

“You mean pimples?” Asteria inferred.

“Ah pimples…” Rook sighed, “The symbol of youth, they certainly have their own charm. But Vil has a photo shoot next week for a magazine cover. And he is firm believer that one must show up to such events in their top form.”

“Phooey to this photo shoot!” Epel exclaimed, “We don’t even know if he is ever coming back!” A statement that once again shook Asteria, thinking about Grim and Helena once more, “And you’re the VICE HOUSEWARDEN, you can’t leave the dorm unsupervised.”

“I am La Chasseur d’Amour first, and Pomefiore’s Vice Housewarden second.” Rook firmly explained. “I have dedicated my life to the pursuit and defense of beauty. I cannot sit idly by when beauty is in danger like this! And so, I now depart to safeguard my friend’s exquisite face!”

“But Rook…” Epel tried to catch his attention.

“How are you even going to get there!?” Asteria finished for him.

“Worry not.” Rook comforted the freshmen, “For I can envision where Vil and the others are.”

“Envision?” Epel raised an eyebrow, “What in tarnation is that supposed to mean?”

Rook gave him no answer, “Alas as the sun sets I must painfully make my exit. I bid you good day! Adieu!” He gave them his farewells before rushing out before another word could be put in.

“WAITTT!” Epel called out, but it was simply too late “He left…” Epel breathed out the truth. “The Island of Woe is surely crawling with those guys who took Vil and the others. And Rook is flying straight into danger, surely he knows he can’t handle all those guys by himself…” he then turned to Asteria, “What should we do? Tell a teacher? Or maybe…”

“We could follow him ourselves.” Asteria predicted his words. “We could either stop him before it’s too late, or at the very least join him in his pursuit. Three people is better than one.”

“You heard Professor Crewel.” Epel hissed, “He told us we need to stay put… You know what?” His tone suddenly changed, “FORGET IT! We can’t spend all day sitting and waiting like damsels in distress when we can contribute at least some extent! And I certainly ain’t gonna sit back on the sidelines. Let’s go after Rook!”

Asteria chuckled, “Now you sound like yourself, the Epel I know would never want to sit still and look pretty while someone else gets the work done and its corresponding credit.”

The thoughts flashed through Asteria’s head. The words Mickey told her and Helena when everyone was trying to search from Grim. Grim clinging to the bars of his cage begging to be let out. Helena lying on the debris filled floor in an unconscious state only to be abducted mere moments later. And even Ace and Deuce lying helplessly in hospital beds due to their injuries. Leaving unannounced would surely hurt others but it wouldn’t matter to debate that now, not when Grim and Helena were in an unknown state.

“I’ll make sure you aren’t dead weight.” Epel placed a hand on Asteria’s shoulder, “Regardless if your magic is any use, you got the spirit, and that’s what matters. Night Raven College students like us don’t take matters like these lying down! Come on Asteria, let’s show these guys what we got!”

#HPHM #Hogwarts Mystery #Twst #Twisted Wonderland #Jack Howl #Ruggie Bucchi #Rook Hunt #Asteria Othonos #Epel Felmier #The Lord Of The Underworld and His Lady of Spring #divus crewel

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blinkvlink · 5 months

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into the dark

Summary: Helene re-learns what love is, whether she likes it or not.

Warnings: Depiction of violance, mentions of blood, abusive relationship.

Words: 1K

AO3

Notes: I could not let go of the idea of the detective getting brainwashed by their aunt and this is the result.

Helena thinks she knows what love is before she meets Adam.

For all her life, it was being kept at arm's length. To be loved but to never be worthy enough to feel it.

She would know her mother cared about her, and would keep that information close to her chest so that when Rebecca walked away or shut her off in order to not reveal what lies beneath, she wouldn’t snap and do something drastic. A coping mechanism at best.

But knowing that you are loved is not enough, Helena knows that all too well.

Yet she is somewhat relieved when he doesn’t change the definition for her one bit. It’s still the same. It is still to be loved with fear and to be buried to the depths of their hearts so they won’t hear her scream.

Still, she doesn’t go down without a fight, she tries to claw her way back to the surface. But Adam looks her in the eye, begs her to remain in the darkness, saying that this is what’s best for both of them. What is she supposed to do when he asks that of her? Doesn’t he know she would do anything for him?

She can’t help but feel, however, that obliging to his request was the way it all came undone.

Because they come for her in the night, when she has isolated herself from the rest of the team. Alone in her apartment, earlier than she needs to be because he hurt her, hit her in the same place and re-opened a wound that never really closes in the first place.

When she hears her door being broken down, she is still trying to pick up the pieces Adam left her with in her bedroom.

And she soon finds out that love is being laid upon a cold metal table with your hands pinned down, tied by ropes that are cutting into your skin. She learns that being cared for is to be blinded by the operation light above your head, and to be stabbed with needles until they find the vein.

She learns that it is seeing a face you could make out anywhere, at any condition.

Love fills her lungs as they press a mask against her nose and lips, and as everything fades to black. She calls her 'Rook'. 'My Rook' she names her.

And with her love, she is reborn.

When the time comes- she doesn't know when it does, she doesn't need to keep track of it and therefore she doesn't - she takes her first steps, leaving a trail of blood behind her wherever she goes. The knight points, and the rook kills. She practices, day and night, and soon the strings that are tied on her wrists and legs and neck sink into her skin, becoming one with the flesh.

If knew them once, she doesn't know them now. Their faces are those of strangers. Further than that, foes. The horror in their eyes mean nothing to her, no more than the frightened and frantic movements of a spider, running away from the boot that is catching up to it. She stands behind her knight, watches as she speaks to them. Her lips are sealed despite the calls of her name, she doesn’t hear them. Her ears only look out for the sound of her voice. And they do not know that the name they call with their broken voices is not hers anymore.

They tear them apart, like a child with an insect in their palm, pulling at the thin limbs of the poor creature. She is the one to eliminate the 3. Her hand finds its way through the chest of the golden eyed one. She barely hears the crack of bones as she breaks the one with the freckles, and the tall one can barely react as she punches through his neck.

The knight still stands. Not only her knight, but the knight with the emerald eyes and agonized expression.

'He was once your knight too.' a voice tries to say from the inside, somewhere between all the twisted and knotted strings. She kills it too before it can say more.

“You took her from us. You took her from me.” he says, clutching the blood that leaks from his torso. She can see him trying to avoid looking at the mangled corpses of his friends, his family. When he looks at her, she can tell that despite being the executioner to those he loved, he still loves her too.

It barely manifests into something in her chest.

Knight scoffs.

“I took her from you? You talk as if she was ever yours, du Mortain. Did you tell her you love her, did you show it? You accuse me of being the center of all her misery when you tore her heart open every single day. With me, she is cared for. She is protected. She is loved.”

The vampire’s face twists with agony, and tears shine in his eyes.

“No. What you did to her isn’t love.” he says with despair, his voice barely above a pained groan.

“What would any of you know about love?” Her knight challenges, looking at him with pure disgust. “Dead souls trapped in immortal bodies, pretending to be something you never can be. And Rebecca? No different than you abominations, even worse in most ways. That woman took everything from me. But she did me one good, in the end. She gave me her.”

Her hand gestures at her, as she stands a step behind her. And ever since the encounter started, Rook feels something bloom in her chest. Its vines and roots spread inside her bones, growing thornes over her organs. And she smiles.

Love, she feels love.

“Enough chatter.” the Knight says. “I would kill you too, but I know that would be mercy. And that is the last thing you deserve.” She tilts her head towards the corpses of the other vampires, once great fighters now nothing more than paintings of gore. “Know that you did this to them. Know that you were the reason for their end, and live with that fact forever. Live with the fact that you became the monster you feared to be.”

As they leave, she hears him scream a bunch of things, a bunch of meaningless words that are worth nothing to her.

‘This isn’t you.’

‘I’m sorry.’

‘Come back, please.’

‘I love you. I always loved you.’

She hears none. Rook does not keep the concealed love close to her chest to survive anymore. Knight holds her like a gun, and in the violence, she relishes. She drowns.

#twc #twc detective #the wayhaven chronicles book 3 #the wayhaven chronicles #twc adam #adam du mortain #twc nate #twc farah #twc morgan #farah hauville #nate sewell

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nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos · 6 months

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Okay, I only have so much to go off of right now but I couldn't wait to make a 'playlist', so bear in mind that these are more vibes focused and might not be accurate, but here are some songs 'hearing problems' makes me think of (that are pretty thematic to the old-timey pirate setting, honestly):

Song - artist (who/what the connection is)

Tale of the Shadow - Sail North (Helena or Karimi)

Siren's Song - Brave the Sea (Helena)

Sea of Thieves - Stormfrun (Lyon, Janx, Shanks, just all around pirate adventure song)

Scalliwag - Gaelic Storm (suits so many things. Pirate adventures. Running away. Romancing. References being known by the music you play)

Bitter Water - the oh hellos (Karimi X mihawk)

Dear fellow traveller - Sea Wolf (Karimi X Mihawk)

Boreas - the oh hellos (one of my fav songs right now, kind of Karimi, I think?)

Liar - the Arcadian Wild (idk man, angst)

All I've ever known - Hadestown (Karimi X Mihawk, from both of their perspectives)

Habits - Genevieve stokes (Karimi. The song repeats a chorus about "you go and I'll stay, it's always right person and wrong way, I hate to be right please tell me I'm wrong, please tell me I'm wrong" begging to be wrong about it this time but knowing that she won't be because it's still the same story over again, which fits Karimi and her father, Karimi and her grandma, and could be Karimi begging that this time she's wrong about it with Mihawk. Also the other verses could fit Karimi pretty well I think)

Bones in the ocean - The Longest Johns (or Vampirate Odessa for a female cover) (idk just something about desparately searching for the people you lost and thought you failed at the cost of yourself only for them to save you and tell you to live)

Also, any Crane Wives song, but in particular; never love an anchor, safe ship harboured, allies or enemis (all Mihawk X Karimi), Here I am (Karimi and Lyon), Icarus, Ribs, Tongues and Teeth (all Karimi)

And the best for last;

Inkpot Gods - the Amazing Devil

Oh my GOD the Karimi ANGST this song gives. (Also a touch of Mihawk X Karimi bc it's sung by a male and female voice)

"what you hear isn't laughter after all, it's just your voice learning for once to stand up tall" (male voice)

"and if she doesn't have the will, but it seems the whole world does, I'll stay because I'll be the man my father never was" (male voice)

"and what you hear is not silence, it's just the trees waiting to hear what next you'll hum" (female voice)

"And to those gods I will speak bluntly.... Please rest assured that you might not fear a man, but to a woman by the end you'll kneel and plea, cause I'm more than what my mum taught me" (female voice)

"And I can hear her sing, and I know she's given up, and I don't know what to do, how to help her, how to bring her home" (male voice)

"And I can hear him break, and he doesn't understand, and I wish that I could take his hand but where I'm going is for me and me alone" (female)

"And I can hear her singing, "if I don't make it back from where I've gone just know I've loved you all along"" (male voice, then female voice joins in and they harmonise together to sing the promise)

I haven't been able to listen to all of them yet, but the ones I have, (Tale of the Shadow, Siren's Song, Sea of Thieves, Dear Fellow Traveler, Boreas, Inkpot Gods), and on all of the above, very much yes, yes, yes.

Also thank you for the new shanties, I love sea shanties so much it's stupid 😍🙏❤️❤️

I HAVE to spotlight Bones in the Ocean, because it was already my song for Lyon. The firefight with the Marines that killed Karimi's mother also destroyed his first ship and killed the majority of his crew (fifteen apart from himself before the battle). The admiral overseeing the Marine warship was Vesper, who already had his suspicions that Lyon was Helena's child (the family resemblance is STRONG) and had every intention of either taking him alive for questioning or killing him if he refused to surrender, but Garp was also aboard the ship as the second in command. The entire crew, including his infant daughter, likely would have perished if Garp hadn't intervened. Ended up knocking out Vesper with a good strong left hook to the temple, calling for ceasefire, and letting Lyon and the handful of surviving crew (Janx, the cook Wren, the navigator Hizashi, and the doctor Clara) escape on a dinghy. They were luckily not far out from the next island their Log Posse was pointed toward. Garp was put on probation for a year for insubordination, and the incident left Vesper fiercely suspicious of Garp; ultimately Vesper found the coordinates for Conch Cove due to this suspicion years later, on searching through Garp's office while both were stationed at Marineford. Lyon doesn't know every detail where Garp is concerned, only knows that Garp was on the Marine ship, which definitely did not help their already rocky relationship. Lyon still thinks about that day a great deal, still has nightmares about it, everyone he lost, everything he could have done differently to prevent it. All those bones in the ocean.

Plot a course to the night to a place I once knew, To a place where my hope died along with my crew, So I swallow my grief and face life's final test,To find promise of peace and the solace of rest

Now that I'm staring down at the darkest abyss, I'm not sure what I want, but I don't think it's this, As my comrades call to stand fast and forge on, I make sail for the dawn 'til the darkness has gone

He easily would have plunged into unbridled grief if it hadn't been for the responsibility of his child and Janx dragging him out of the abyss.

My own song for Mihawk and Karimi is "Medusa in Chains" from The Fratellis (been hyperfixating on this band for going on four months, no idea why but they fuel my writing and I'm not questioning it). Mihawk having been a lone wolf for so long, valuing control over his life and himself above all other things, and suddenly this annoying little brat is making him feel things, and he just doesn't know what to make of it. His desire to remain in control is in combat with a newfound want to let go and just let the chips fall where they may. The entire ordeal is injuring his pride. Keeps telling himself that she's nothing more than his property, a tool, but as much as he wants to keep things impersonal, he finds it harder and harder not to be intrigued by her.

Eyes wide, tongue tied, she replied, "I'm lost inside"

I'm not your miracle man, I'm not your spirit guide, Before this whole thing began I had some sense of pride, Just one more night with your lips, your company is hard to eclipse

Weak-kneed, yes indeed, guaranteed, Make my heart bleed

Give me a reason to breathe, don't let my sun go down, I'll make you stand and recieve, I'll be your sacred ground, Be my Medusa in Chains, petrified, Only your beauty remains

Just try your best to forget how I once made you crawl, Just one more swing of your hips, I love the way your confidence slips

You should be outlawed, Dear God, Every single breath I applaud

Aaaaaand while I haven't explored their dynamic in the fic yet (but will be a few chapters down the road), there's also "Laughing Gas" by The Fratellis where the mentor-student/father-daughter relationship between Shanks and Karimi is concerned. He really genuinely cared about her and didn't want to see her leave the crew, felt like she's much too young to be bearing the burdens that she's been saddled with by herself, but she insisted that her goals were something she had to deal with alone.

In your own sweet time you'll see, Your neuroses unwind, There'll be no rain on your parade, There'll be no devils on your mind

So, darling, break out the laughing gas, You and I know this joke soon will pass, Give me your last request, And I'll see what I can do, To paint your grey skies blue, Before I pass, That's all I ask, Break out the laughing gas

Take all your ideals and well told tales, I know a prayer that never fails, Don't hold your breath, you dreamed this dream well, Just click your heels and you'll soon break this unholy spell, This hell, is only a story you tell

So, break out the laughing gas, Let go, let this soap opera be your last, Set all these fools on fire, Why should you not have all that you desire

I've got so many more it isn't even funny, but I'm leaving it with this for now or I'm going to be here all night.

Also I may end up reblogging and replying to this again once I've listened to the rest of the songs, music is as big a thing for me as writing so I'm king of squealing about this entire ask, like thank you so much for sending this 😭❤️

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devilbrakers · 1 year

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3, 19, 30 for sylvan, 7, 18, 31 for valen, 5, 22, 32 for helena pleaseeys

thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu beloved <3333 from this ask game

Sylvan:

3. weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon?

He uses a sword and shield more often than not but he can rarely be seen using a bow. He wasn't really blessed with that natural bosmer talent nor with any magical prowess so he trained with warriors or just by himself growing up. His weapons are made of bone since I assume that would be custom in Valenwood?

19. are they quick to anger? what sets them off?

No, he's pretty tolerant for the most part! He's usually the one pissing people off jfkldsf. But lying (which is a bit hypocritical) and social injustices are the probably the best way to piss him off. Also messing with Valen or any of his family.

30. do they smell like anything notable?

He most often smells of leather and sweat so not the most pleasant but honestly probably just blends in with everyone else in the group especially after battle. Though maybe for more formal events, he'll use cologne or something like that if they have that in tamriel 😭. He'd like something earthy so maybe cedar or sandalwood.

Valen:

7. favorite animal? why?

She LOVESSSS monkeys so much. She just thinks they're cute and she still has a plushie from when she was little 😭.

18. their opinion on lying, stealing, and killing?

She's pretty chill about stealing especially since she used to be a bit of a klepto as a teenager. If I remember correctly it's common in bosmer culture to just take shit from each other and then return it when you need it without saying anything, or something like that? I guess that's more like borrowing but that's a big reason as to why she's okay with it.

As for lying and killing, they are certainly not her favorite things in the world but understands the necessity (mostly lying) from time to time. She actually had never killed anyone until she came to Skyrim and knowing that would be a very real possibility caused some reservations but her love for Sylvan obviously overrode that. But it's not something she does senselessly, it's always out of self-defense. As for lying, she very rarely ever does. It makes her feel guilty and she sees it as a type of betrayal if that makes sense? So she's pretty much always honest. She might just rephrase certain things to make the impact softer for more serious things.

31. do they like receiving gifts? giving gifts? what is their ideal gift?

She loves gifts, both giving and receiving! Though she does have a slight preference for receiving. She's always been most partial to jewelry/accessories so she especially treasures what Sylvan's made for her and Kaidan's talisman :)

Helena:

5. how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?

As much as she loves aesthetics, she mostly leans towards practicality. While out on contracts that don't require much socializing, she's usually wearing black hand robes since they're dark and light-weight, allowing for easier stealth kills. But she'll occasionally go for the armor if she knows she might have to do a lot of fighting.

Around the sanctuary, she's also probably just wearing robes though maybe something more elegant looking, or maybe just a simple looking dress with some jewelry. She really only dresses overly formal for balls or social events where she actually has people to impress.

Ik I pin a lot of stuff or put stuff on my oc blog that kinda contradicts this but 😭😭

22. do they sleep well at night?

In more recent years, yeah, she sleeps like a baby. But in her earlier years as a vampire, she had a much harder time sleeping because of all the awful shit she's been through but the memories have faded with time and she's moved on from a lot of it anyway.

32. do they have any habits that aren't particularly self-destructive, just maybe odd?

Idk if this is really odd but she likes to smell books especially newer ones? She also talks to herself a lot since she's spent a VERY long time by herself.

#beans my beloved ...#ask #my ocs #sylvan #valen #helena

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Crystalized flora

A cluster of flora, taken by what appears to be a gold-tinged crystalline overgrowth. The use is unknown but it is quite warm to the touch.

Helena had a way with finding things, for reaching the unreachable and well beyond. From between the nooks and crannies, to the untouched sunkissed peaks of cliff sides, and into the yawning maw of cave systems rarely traveled.

Truly it was impressive. The sheer variety and peculiar things that one could find in the Lands Between if they looked hard enough, traveled far enough, pressed further into dangerous territory, or... they had the mere fortune to simply stumble upon it. I

n this case: she had garnered the rare pleasure of stumbling Over it merely a few days prior.

"For you, a gift."

In her hands she held it now, wrapped in a loose silken cloth before she carefully turned it over and offered it towards the curious GoldFinch. Sharp of wit and blade, lively soul she was and surely she deserves something that radiated with the same amount of vivid warmth.

"I near tripped over the cliff edge when I found it in fact! Never you worry I left in tact, and I did not ceaselessly harvest all of them, you know my nature by now... but, for you, a generous portion. Perhaps I'll take you there one day so that you may see it all for yourself."

From @hexenjagd

Let it be known- it would be right and just to appoint Heysel a gnasher of bones, a taker of things, because since the moment she became aware that she possessed hands she understood that all actions are overshadowed by the act of reaching out and grasping, and around the spine of such a concept she built the anatomy of her life. But it must be known, too, that Heysel, taker and subtractor, of voluntarily offered expects nothing and demands less, and would request no gifts from no one, let alone friends, let alone good friends forged through wound and deluge as Helena is.

Which means that when the shimmering blooms are offered to her, spread across a veil of silk- winter-crusted petals of bright dawn colors, yellow and orange and lovely and frail, oozing a strange heat that seeps through cloth and down into the leather around her fingers- she gasps, mouths an attempt at a word that never becomes a word, and delighted, surprised, overjoyed, half-chuckles: “For me? Oh! Haha!”

Her laughter is famous. It is often a battle-roar, an unabashed howl of glee. It tosses her head back; it shakes the entirety of her. And all of this is precisely why she can’t afford expressing her happiness in her habitual way right now- if she moves too suddenly, if she makes too loud a sound, she fears she’ll shatter what has just been given to her. And that cannot be allowed to happen. She can’t let her strangler hands do such a thing. Not to this gift, not to something that still demanded risk to obtain to someone she cares about, not to something so precious, so sweet.

“I love it,” the assassin says, her smile wide under her hood. “They are so pretty! I’m glad you didn’t trip off any cliff edges, my friend. That, as you correctly guessed, would have saddened me. Very much so.”

She’s standing before her like a girl holding quail eggs for the first time. When she lifts her stare from the crystallized flowers to Helena, there is open gratitude written across her scarred face.

“Thank you so much! Sincerely. I’ll have to find something adequate to give in turn- you deserve it- though, oh, it’s going to be a struggle, this is uniquely beautiful- and yes, please. It would be my privilege to see this secret flowering corner you’ve found, should you ever desire to show it to me. And should you ever do, I promise I won't tell a soul about it."

#hexenjagd #er au #// heysel approves +10 #funky crystal flora? Hell Yeah

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