#the fanfic writes itself with that performance

[xviruserrorx]

Something that The Amazing Devil does so beautiful is that even though a lot of their songs are very wordy they don't rush or skip over the rests in-between. And my favorite examples of this are Elsa's Song and Old Witch Sleep/Good Man Grace, because in old with/good man the beggining is so nice because they put so much pauses between each phrase and even parts like the "Sleep now, oh, she said" there is this smallest rest between the "Now" and "Oh" and it's so subtle but if you don't do that rest it's very very noticeable because your just slurring these two (almost) very short phrases of their own. Then in Elsa's Song l love how the tempo and when they come in, is almost dragging, they are coming in at the very last second of the beat and it makes the tone of the song so so so good

#gosh i could go on #i had to write this down because i was writing a fanfic and listening to them but all this wouldn't get out of my head #virus rambling #the amazing devil #i dont know it anyone has ever played/performed the lakme Flowers Duet #but it reminds me of Elsa's song in a complete opposite manner because that one you have to take the quickest breath of a rest #and a retake but the piece itself sounds very slow but playing it is not slow at all #Elsa's song gives that same dynamic effect and iwbxjshdjxbjxdjchshbxkxfjdhsg #okay im done back to fanfic writing

[critterbitter]

The twins and their starters may have grown slightly taller, but their love of shenanigans have tripled, no, quadrupled in size.

On that note did you know Eelectrik has a glow animation?? Perfect nightlight eel. Absolute gold standard for creature. Click here for the masterlist!

Bonus shitpost under cut ft @birdsaretoddlers’s incredible take.

(plus a fanfic drabble that birds did while we were discussing in chat! Check out their funny writing @birdsaretoddlers) “Lam lam pentttt. Lam.”

“Language. I am not calling them that. This is a civil discussion about the capacity of a 284 Berkshire’s firebox, not a playground argument.”

“Lammm Pent.”

“If you possess my phone I will have to put you in time-out in your ball, and neither of us will like that.”

The argument over a literal online flame war was cut short by the door flying open, one of the hinges breaking off with the force and flying somewhere into the aether, never to be seen again. Or at least, not without a strong magnet.

Emmet stood there, proudly, holding his newly-evolved Eelektrik, his grin a mile wide. Ingo picked his heart up out of his femoral artery, where it had lodged itself, and gently removed Lampent from where she hid, hanging over his shoulder. Emmet stood there, eyes twinkling, clearly ready to perform the coveted Bit. Ingo opened his mouth, got halfway through a word, and his twin took the proffered delight of cutting him off.

“I am Emmet and I discovered something INCREDIBLE. INGO LOOK.”

Ingo looked, because what else was he going to do? He would allow his twin to complete his circus act, it was only proper and polite. Eelektrik trilled with delight. Emmet twirled like the best of Nimbasan runway models, clearly wrestling his eel, cooing platitudes to it as he writhed and squirmed to get it into position.

“Me beautiful slimy baby, my beloved pool noodle, my beeesstt conductor!~” Doing something that could generously be called ‘dislocating his shoulders’, Emmet managed to get his eel flipped up and around his neck. He flopped forwards, bonelessly, tipping his hat and giggling madly. He was grinning harder than normal. Ingo was a little scared.

“But now, Eelektrik can do MORE. OBSERVE.”

He threw his shoulders back, standing up as tall as he could, somehow not throwing himself ass-first onto the floor as the fifty pounds of eel he was currently deadlifting remained stationary over his neck. Emmet’s arms flew upwards and out, rocking back and forth in jazz hands. Eelektrik frilled its fans, made another happy little buzz and-

"Eelektrik boa."

“DRAGONS ALMIGHTY. THE EEL GLOWS.”

There it was, clear as day. Eelektrik flashed it’s spots in natural bioluminescence, blinking like a neon sign. Bright beautiful yellow and clearly charged, Emmet’s hair stood on end, pushing his hat an inch off his head. They blinked in a rhythmic, pulsing manner. It was almost hypnotizing to watch, in a way. Ingo snapped back to reality, realizing his mouth had dropped open and Lampent had ceased questing for his Pokedex. Recognizing Emmet was looking for a response, he threw his arm out in a thumbs-up so fast his arm hurt, snapping his suspender against his neck.

“Brrravo! Ten out of ten! Majestic eel scarf!” He praised, Emmet’s expression only growing further full of himself and his achievement, which was well deserved. Lampent echoed the sentiment, flashing back at Eelektrik in response.

Now that both Pokemon could glow, they’d never have a problem in the caves again!

#art #pokemon #sketchbook #myart #submas #fanart #pokemon ingo #subway boss ingo #submas comic #pokemon emmet #subway master kudari #subway boss emmet #subway master ingo #subway master emmet #subway bosses #eelektrik #eelektross #lampent #THE EEL GLOWS #I REPEAT THE EEL GLOWS THIS IS NOT A DRILL

[morallyinept]

Writing For Ezra - An Overall Analysis Of Our Favourite Scoundrel’s Articulation.

I often see writers mention in their blog/fics that they’re worried or concerned about writing for Ezra because of his loquacious nature. As a fanfic writer it can be daunting to translate an already loved character into your works, without trying to alter their main personality trait. In this case, it’s Ezra’s way of talking that is his standout mannerism and the reason why so many have a soft spot for him.

So, I got to thinking and put together this, somewhat, deep dive into him and his talkative ways. I hope it proves useful for anyone tackling him for the first time (myself included), or even for the experienced Ezra writers already here, who are already killin' it. 🖤

If this is beneficial to you in any way, please kindly re-blog, and also tag me in any Ezra works you write because of it. I’d love to read your work and feature it on my Ezra fic recs list for others to enjoy too.

⚠️This will contain spoilers for Prospect, so if you haven’t watched it yet, then you might want to save this for later. 

Ezra’s accent is Southern.

Ezra’s accent has been likened to a Texan accent with a side of ham. Ham meaning someone who enjoys performing or behaving in an exaggerated style. Not the pig meat. 🐷 And his accent and voice certainly does have that hamminess about it. Back in the day, approximately around 1882, the term ‘ham-fatter’ was used referring to a poor person who overacted. It was then shortened to just ham. 

It was Pedro Pascal himself who gave this specific accent to Ezra. Although it is not confirmed in the film where exactly Ezra hails from, he is confirmed human. In the Prospect-verse there is no mention of Earth as we know it, but that’s not to say it doesn't exist or isn’t referred to by another name. The closest being Camrea or Lau in terms of similarities of planets with land and water. So there is a good chance that his accent stems as a direct result of his heritage from either Earth itself, or a planet just like it in The Fringe. 

In the deleted scene with Ezra and Cee, Ezra reveals he has a brother. This is the only personal information we get from Ezra - and it was deleted. 

Ezra says in the scene where he encounters Damon for the first time, "me and my partner feel we both deserve... satisfaction." 

If you didn’t know already, the term ‘deserve satisfaction’ stems from the 17th century where duels were mostly single combats fought with swords. But then in the 18th century, the swords were commonly replaced with pistols. You’ve heard of the term ‘pistols at dawn’ right? Well to demand satisfaction means to restore one’s honour by demonstrating a will to risk one’s own life for it. Again, this originates from the Southern states of America, during such times where duels were prevalent.

Damon and Number Two actually have a duel-type shootout, which is how Damon dies (aside from Ezra putting him out of his misery).

So yes, Ezra is, in fact, a Texan space cowboy of sorts. 🤠

Edit: Whilst I can only find one source that states Ezra has a "Texan" accent (and it's a film review article, so not based in fact), many argue that he sounds Louisianan more than Texan. Either way, he's definitely Southern, so you can make your own mind up on where he hails from originally, as it's never actually confirmed. 👇🏻

Source of Article

Yes, Ezra is a rambler, but pay attention to the frequency of his actual rambling. 

It would be easy to overdo it on the flowery language when writing for Ezra.

The fact that Ezra throws in some words that are not commonly used in everyday conversation, doesn't mean that he does it ALL the time. Try not to fall into the habit of writing paragraphs of archaic and wordy language, when sometimes a simple sentence is sufficient for him to get his point across. 

Here are some examples where he speaks with simplicity in the film:

“How poetic.”

“The starter, if you don't mind.”

“Funny, I don’t see any mercs. Where are they?”

“This is so exciting.”

“You friendly with these fellas?”

“You got a field kit?”

“It seems I must.”

“Keep it creamy and it’ll be fine.”

See? Short and snappy sentences.

What’s in a name?

Names are important to Ezra; he uses names as a gentle threat. When he comes across Damon for the first time, he uses his name almost constantly: 

“Nice to meet you, Damon. I'm Ezra.”

“Where’re you from, Damon?” 

“Alright, Damon.” 

“Damon, it has truly been a pleasure, but pleasantries pass, it’s time to get candid…”

“So how did you get here, Damon?”

“The starter, if you don't mind. Where is it? Don't make me root for it, Damon.” 

“But Damon, if there is talk of the Queen’s lair, the excitement is momentary.”

“Damon, I have clearly underestimated you, I must stop doing that.”

“Damon… does this mean that the plan is off? You have me all hot and bothered up over the Queen’s lair, Damon.”

“It's a shame, Damon.” 

Ezra uses Damon’s name 11 times in just the first few minutes of meeting him and his untimely death. A name is important for Ezra to gain the upper hand and to subtly manipulate and appear menacing, more so than he probably is. It’s also done to grab the attention of Damon constantly; to ensure that Damon’s focus is directly on him by mentioning his name continuously.

Later, when Cee won’t give Ezra her name despite him asking for it repeatedly, you can see the frustration this causes within him. Because he has no way of gaining influence over her without it.

He refers to her instead as “little bird, birdie, girl & oi, number 3.”

When he does eventually learn her real name, he uses it only once. 

“Nice to meet you, Cee.”

He doesn’t use it again for the duration of the film as their relationship has evolved into an unspoken, mutual trust. Something he did not have with Damon and therefore used his name repeatedly as a way of asserting dominance over him. 

☝🏻So, if you’re writing Ezra, don’t forget to use names in abundance, like he does. Especially if he doesn’t trust or like them. 

Double Entendres.

Pay close attention to the possible hidden meanings inside Ezra’s words too. This might not be deliberate, but his face when he speaks and says certain things hints at a devilish playfulness about him.

A particular scene that stood out to me is when Ezra and Cee are at the Queen’s lair. 

 Ezra says, “somebody ought to give her a go… That's the price for a dry breach. My chem will calm the brine.” 

Now, if you’ve a dirty mind like me, (😜 ha!) A dry breach could be interpreted as ‘a dry pussy’ and his chem is ‘his semen’ that will calm it, or moisten it up as it were. 😏 I like that he can speak with a double meaning, if you're looking for it, but of course this is subjective.

So, dirty talk from Ezra doesn’t always have to be directly on the nose. 

Some more subtle examples are:

“Hello, sweetheart.” 

“Hold it like you love it.”

“Slippery son of a bitch.” 

His tone also changes when he wants to emphasise a point. When the Saters give him and Cee the juice in their tent, Ezra can sense Cee’s reluctance to drink it. 

He knows it tastes bad, yet urges Cee to drink it, without insulting his hosts who he knows could be dangerous. His face changes; his features become sharper and serious as he says "it's good for you, cleanses the dust."

Only moments before he was smiling and jovial. 👇🏻

Cussing.

Ezra never swears, in the conventional sense, for just the sake of it. I get the impression he would find that kind of language lazy. Cussing/swears are saved purely to express his frustration or fear in the situation.

“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh Shit. Oh Shit. Oh Shit.” - (Yes, 6 times he says it!) When he loses his arm. - Fear

“Slippery son of a bitch… No, no, no. Ah shit.” - When he's mining the Aurelac husks. - Frustration 

When mining for the Aurelac where he can’t separate the gem from the blister due to his physical impairment of only having one arm, Ezra mumbles a long string of unintelligible words in frustration.

Despite listening to the audio over and over, I can’t fully decipher it, but some words I pulled out were: “cob spitters(?)... can fuck more nuggets(?)... in this sleep for snatch(?)…”

Who knows exactly what he is saying here, (if you know, lemme know) but he rambles quickly and incoherently when he swears; especially when frustrated. 

He likes to fill the silence. 

When walking with Damon, he keeps conversation flowing by questioning Damon about the corporate expeditions, and with Cee, he tells her about the channel rats. He seemingly can’t abide silence.

And this is prevalent when he first meets Damon, he says “I can't tell you how refreshing it is… hoo… to encounter another talker.”

It’s safe to say Ezra likes to talk. If you’ve not already grasped that yet. So make that ramblin' man chatter away.

Ezra's redemption shifts his language too.

Ezra fully admits he is not a good man to Cee. He does this first by blaming the way of life that they are thrust in. 

“Why should I trust you? You stole from us. We did nothing to you.”

“That's The Fringe, girl.”

Later he confirms coldly he is indeed a killer when Cee tells him so. 

“You’re a killer. 

“I am. But are you?”

As time goes on, Ezra realises he is at fault for the death of Cee’s father.

“Well you can't... you can't think like that. If you go down that path. It's not good. If you need someone to blame, you blame me.”

You can see the shift in his language from being blunt and to the point in the beginning, to more accepting and gentler later on. Full character transition.

He also refers to Cee as his partner, rather than his daughter, when he is impersonating Damon to the mercs later on. His choice of words here is interesting.

This indicates he thinks more highly of her than he lets on; that she is equal to him. He soon thinks less of the Aurelac - the sole reason why he is on the moon - and more so of getting off the moon intact with Cee beside him. A complete metamorphosis from when we first meet him, and he's stealing Aurelac from Damon. 

“You are not understanding me.”

 “I say the terms have changed.”

“You’ll find a way if you want that buried treasure.” 

“A ride for me and my partner on your handsome craft, or no deal.”

Actions speak louder than words.

Ezra’s movement is interesting, as too is the violence he engages in - it’s slick.

He slices the Achilles Heel first of the merc at the Queen's lair, thus rendering him unable to fight back or run for assistance from the others before ploughing him face first into the acidic hole.

Despite only having one arm, Ezra’s strength is still pretty impressive. He’s quick, experienced and brutal. And not opposed to fighting dirty to ensure his survival. 

Ezra also has excellent aim with the thrower; he kills another merc with only one shot, and in the dark too. That’s pretty kick-ass when you think about it. 

Describing not only his language, but also the way Ezra moves in your writing, will really make him leap off the page when you write him. Be that in an action sequence, or completely fucking you up between the sheets. 🫠

A man of few words in the end.

Ezra’s last words are for Cee:

“You grab the gun and you go. You can make it. Get outta here.” 

He’s fully aware of his impending fate at this point and has accepted it. He doesn’t say anything else, not even when she comes back for him, suggesting their bond now doesn’t need a spoken word to cement it. It’s transcended verbal communication. 

Even when in the safe confines of the pod ascending up to the sling back, Ezra doesn’t say anything, even though you can see he is awake. 

☝🏻In the end, words are not always needed. Sometimes it's the things he doesn't say that has the most impact.

So there we have it, Prospectors. I hope this was helpful and insightful to you about writing for Ezra and how he talks.

He is my favourite Pedro Boy, and despite feeling that I know him pretty well as a character, the thought of writing him still brings me out in a cold sweat to some degree… 😬 So I can understand if you feel daunted by it too. 

There are so many wonderful works already out there that are written fantastically and really captures the essence and the personality of Ezra. And if you’re thinking about writing for Ezra for the first time, please don’t be put off by it - he’s such a great character who can be thrust into so many different scenarios, and of course, you can also mould him to be your own creation. 

That’s the great thing with fanfic and head canon - there are no rules. We all interpret characters differently. And that’s what makes reading about them so fun. 

If you haven’t seen Prospect yet, I highly recommend it. Check out the Ezra deleted scene here too.

Also check out my Ezra specific fic rec list for further enjoyment of this dashing rogue from other writer’s points of view. 

Ezra Thesaurus:

Loquacious. Flowery. Tincture. Drawl. Husk. Gravel. Gabble. Wordy. Babbling. Long-winded. Effusive. Droning. Garrulous. Gibberish. Multiloquous. Yakking. Muttering. Mumbling. Voluble. Cadence. Trib. Rambling. Glib. Clucking. Gregarious. Windy. Verbose. Prolix. Articulate. Fluent. Mouthy. Vocal. Opinionated. Drole. Gassy. Eloquent. Stylised. Chatterer. Logorrhoea. Word Vomit. Incessant. Spit-balling. Bleating. Clacking. Blabbermouth. Windbag. Motormouth. Harping On. Overzealous. Enthused. Mirthed. Crude. All Around The Houses. Effulgent. Airy-Fairy. Prattling. Harpsichord. Waxing Lyrical. Recounting. Din. Tone. Note. Music.

🖤

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#ezra prospect #prospect ezra #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #ezra is my fav #writing ezra #hints & tips #ezra (prospect) #ezra x reader #ezra prospect x reader #writing advice #writing tips #helpful advice for writing #character writing #writing

[bloodynereid]

Hey!

I watched Gen V and fell in love with Jordan x Marie, so I was hoping to request a piece between them. it can be pretty much anything haha sorry for the lack of imagination, I trust you’ll do it justice regardless. If anything, however, I’m a whore for angst with a slide of fluff or smut🤭 thank you so much in advance for considering my request!

Brewing Love

pairing: jordan li x marie moreau

tw: cursing, mentions of horrible professors, nothing else really

description: marie is in desperate need of a place to write her term paper in... and she find the perfect little cafe owned by the one and only jordan li.

a/n: hii tysm for ur request <3 hopefully this is something that you were looking for since you gave such an open prompt lol, i didn't really do much angst and i don't write smut at all really so i'm hoping and praying this is still enjoyable to read. limoreau has my heart and i might make a part 2 to this someday.

(they both look so hot here i'm not okay)

Marie was stressed out. Her term paper was due in two days and she had barely drafted a plan yet. Usually she was better at dealing with assignments, for goodness sake she usually got them finished the day they were assigned! But this one assignment slipped by her for multiple reasons: 

1. She hated the professor teaching it. 

2. Said professor explained the paper horribly.

3. She was busy as fuck.

Now Marie was struggling with what most seasoned professionals call a “writing slump”. Honestly Marie was surprised she hadn’t completely burnt out by this point but this situation was not going to make the paper write itself. And so… she continued to procrastinate in a multitude of ways, which may or may not have included reading fanfics of her most recent obsession. By the time she had finished reading something that would probably be considered a novel the sun was already dipping behind the Performing Arts school that Marie’s window faced. Well shit.

Marie realized that she desperately needed a change of scenery so at least half of this paper could be written out tonight. That meant having to find a good enough cafe close to campus since she knew that the library would be packed full of students in the same situation as she was right now. As she packed up her laptop and notes, she tried to find a good cafe with wifi. Key-word: tried.

She spent a whole ten minutes scrolling through student forums and Google Maps until she finally found somewhere decent… a place that was even owned by a God U graduate. So she quickly grabbed her headphones and started walking out of campus in the direction of ‘The Woods’.

A loud guitar solo was blasting through her headphones when Marie pushed open the door to the beautifully decorated cafe. She stared in wonder at the multiple lights that hung from the ceiling adorned with vintage lampshades as well as the huge variety of plants and greenery that decorated the place. Oh she had definitely made the right choice.

Slipping off her headphones and dropping them into the opening of her backpack Marie fixed her shirt and walked up to the counter. She waited for one of the other customers, a tall blonde dude she vaguely recognized from God U. The guy was directly talking to one of the baristas behind the counter who had a little name tag that read: ‘Andre’ and was decorated with random sketches.

“Andre stop fucking flirting! We have an actual customer that’s not Luke.” A velvety voice yelled out from behind one of the fancy coffee machines before a figure stepped out and Marie stood dumbfounded. How could one person look so fucking stunning?

“Sorry man.” Marie was brought back to Earth as the voice of Andre cut through her haze. Shit when was she last attracted to someone this much? Probably never.

“Nah it’s good, Cate’s probably waiting for me. This place has the best coffee by the way.” The blonde guy, who Marie knew was called Luke now, said as he turned and gave her a wink before he walked off with two cuts filled with matcha.

“Flattery isn’t going to make me forget Luke, but you actually paying would. Hi, sorry about th-” The barista yelled at Luke’s retreating back before they focused back on Marie. Jordan felt their jaw drop open as the person in front of them smiled sheepishly with a little twinkle in her eye.

“Uh you okay?” Marie asked as her smile dropped into a more confused expression.

“Yes, yup, sorry. Long day. What can I get you?”

“I actually have no idea, do you have anything that’ll get my paper written for me?” Marie asked as a laugh left her mouth. Jordan immediately thought that she had the nicest laugh she had ever heard. It was like the congruence of dozens of instruments.

“Unfortunately not, who do you have as your professor? I may be able to help, I graduated only like 2 years ago so I should be able to give some pointers.” Marie smiled in gratitude as she leaned onto the counter, getting closer to Jordan in the process.

“Powell.” Jordan let out a low, agonized groan as their face twisted in disgust.

“He’s still around?”

“Unfortunately.”

“God, that man is like the worst professor in history.”

“Totally agree. Uh, I’m Marie by the way.” Marie said as she extended her hand which Jordan promptly shook, they immediately took note of the slightly raised skin in the center of Marie’s palm.

“Jordan. Nice to-”

“Oh and who’s flirting with customers now, huh?” Andre teased as he walked back out into the main counter area and sent a cheeky smile to Marie.

“Fuck off Andre.” Marie let out a laugh at Jordan’s annoyed tone when she realized she was still holding their hand. She almost felt unable to pull away from the easy warmth that emanated from them. Then almost by magic Jordan’s hand slightly changed before her eyes and she glanced up to see that Jordan had shifted, only for them to pull their hand away from hers in favor of pushing Andre.

“Oww okay fine whatever, I shall stop your highness.” Andre exclaimed out as he retreated to the other cash register. Jordan turned around and stared at Marie for another second before a smile reappeared on his face.

“Sorry about that, no idea why I hired him.”

“It’s cause I’m the best, obviously.” Andre chimed out, making Jordan send him another poisonous glare which softened the second they looked back at Marie.

“So have you decided what you want?”

“Coffee I guess? That’s probably the only thing that will get me through this.”

“Actually… would you mind if I recommended something else? It was my tried and true fix when I was in the same boat as you.”

“Oh my god, you would do that?! Yes, please I will take anything.”

“Okay great, go ahead and set up anywhere and I’ll have Andre bring it to you.”

“Cool, how much do I owe you?”

“Nothing, you’re a first time customer and you look like you desperately need it.” Plus you’re too fucking pretty for me not to want you to come back soon - Jordan added in their head.

“I- thank you.”

“Of course.” Jordan flashed Marie a smile as she turned and walked over to one of the tables.

“Oh you’re so fucking gone for her.”

“Shut the fuck up Andre.”

i love their dynamic sm omggg

#gen v #limoreau #limoreau fanfic #jordan li #marie moreau #sam riordan #emma meyer #cate dunlap #andre anderson #cate dunlap fanfic #gen v fanfic #gen v fanfics #maria's random stuff #jordan x marie #mariejordan #jordan li x marie moreau

[beez3eee]

"Who says a rose by any other name would smell as sweet?"

This is just a random little excerpt from a fanfic i'd like to write. The premise is essentially this: The reader mysteriously transmigrates into Teyvat. After being trapped in the Primordial Sea for an unknown length of time, they manage to escape and decide to traverse the nearby areas. This is a collection of snippets of character interactions.

Fair warning, my target audience is myself. So really, anything the reader insert does is reminiscent of something i'd probably do.

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"Ta-da! This rainbow rose suits you quite well, mon cœur.” Lyney smiles at you, as you grab the rose from behind your ear. Quite the impressive magic trick.

You twirl it in your hands, taking it in. You’ve always appreciated the beauty of flowers, the fragrance, the taste even. Flowers in tea were great, like rose hips or hibiscus petals.

Curiosity strikes you at the thought of tasting flowers. You’ve never had one, for lack of a better word, ‘raw’. And roses, much like the one you’re holding now, are edible.

Actually, is a rainbow rose even a rose? A vague memory of an angry florist ranting about the inaccuracy of the flower names in this game flashes in your mind.

No matter, it’s already been decided. You’re eating the rose, whether it’s safe or not. Besides, eating a flower is a perfectly normal thing to do. Hell, characters in Teyvat eat random stuff all the time: Albedo and spiders, Ganyu and Qingxin flowers, Xiao and snow. This was fine.

Lyney had been awaiting a reaction since he performed his little trick, but the most he’s gotten out of you thus far has been silent contemplation of the flower gifted to you. He’s getting a little nervous. Did you perhaps not like it? Were you allergic to flowers?

His worries, however, were quickly cut short at the sight of you shoving the rose in your mouth, taking a bite out of the top of the petals.

The flower was a bit more bitter than you were initially expecting. You guess it made sense, plants were usually kind if bitter, bar fruit and such. It wasn’t horrible though. You can understand Ganyu’s enthusiasm when it comes to Qingxin now. Maybe if you ever visit Liyue, you could try one for yourself.

Actually, why not try a flower from every nation? They made wine with dandelions in Mondstadt, were those good by itself?

You move to go in for another bite but pause as you see Lyney’s facial expression in your peripheral vision. Looking up, you're met with a look that's a cross between mild horror and amusement.

You make sure to finish chewing and swallowing your first bite, “Thanks for the flower.” You can't believe you almost forgot your manners, how could you just go straight to muching without even a proper thank you?

Your nonchalant response to his surprise at your actions managed to shake Lyney out of his stupor. “ah.. um yes.Yes, of course.” His looks between you and he half eaten rose a few times before whispering.

“..Is it actually good?” He glances to the side where his sister stands, making sure she couldn't hear. Lynette just looks on at the scene with silent mirth. You nod, already having taken another bite. It’s no wonder flower petals are used in baking. They look pretty and don’t taste too bad either.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #lyney x reader #it could be completely platonic though #honestly up to you #reader insert #genshin impact lyney #lyney

[chaoticevilspacewitch]

RWBY Fanfic Master Post

Seeing as how this has become, primarily, a RWBY blog... and I write a lot of RWBY fanfic... here ya go:

Ongoing Stories

We May Fall (A Dance of Light and Shadow) - Weiss Schnee will do anything to safeguard the secret that she's actually a faunus. But when her long-suppressed heat cycle begins dramatically, all of Team RWBY finds out in one wild night that will bind them together like never before and change the fate of Remnant itself. (Pollination, no Enabler)

On Silver Wings We Soar - Maria died young and got her soul stuck in a weapon that Ruby found 100 years later. So now on top of the fall of Beacon, our heroines have to navigate a love triangle between Ruby, Weiss, and the ghost attached to a harpoon-axe that's also a gun. (Maria + WhiteRose, background Bees, KnightLight, Hellebore, and Renora)

Haven Trail - It's RWBY meets Oregon Trail! Yang leads a group of pioneers across a Grimm-infested wilderness. Blake is torn between Yang and Velvet, whose abusive husband is a threat to everyone, while Ruby and Weiss dance around their feelings for each other and Cinder and Emerald try to dig up ancient technological secrets. Oh yeah, and there's dysentery. (WhiteRose, Bumblebey, Black Velvet, Chaos Emeralds, Arkos, Hellebore)

The Dragon From Mercury - G Witch with Yang in Suletta's role, Blake in Miorine's, featuring Ruby as Aerial. (Bumbleby)

Scattered Petals - a canon-divergent AU focusing on reimagining the story through rarepairs. (Schneekos, Ladybug, Baked Alaska, Crosshares, KnightLight, Rainbow Quartz, Firewall)

Completed Stories

The Monsters Within Us - Fairy tale AU where maiden Blake is pursued by the cruel Baron Taurus, only to stumble into the arms of Yang... who is a half-human, half-serpent lamia. Lots of amazing illustrations, and monsterfucking with plot and feelings! (Bumbleby, background Rainbow Quartz)

Frozen Lemonade - College AU. Rivals Weiss and Yang find their one-time cathartic hate-fuck complicated when Tai and Willow meet at a celebrity therapy event and elope, suddenly tying the two of them together. (Freezerburn, Schneekos, Greek Fire, background Nuts & Dolts)

In Rainbow's Shadow - Ilia & Emerald work as a covert ops wet team, taking on missions requiring stealth and dubious morality. They confront their feelings for each other in the middle of a deep ocean research station performing nightmarish Grimm experiments. (Rainbow Quartz)

Through a Mirror, Brightly - when a mysterious Grimm traps Weiss in a ghostly, sidereal state and erases her from everyone's memory, it falls to the feelings she and Ruby had for each other to bring them back together. Lots of illustrations! (WhiteRose, background Bees)

Let's See the Sunrise Together - modern AU. Weiss's arranged marriage is in jeopardy when the bachelorette party Coco throws her ends up at a strip club where she's enraptured by the beautiful Yang Xiao Long. (Freezerburn, background Crosshares)

A Medical Necessity - Blake goes into heat over the winter holiday break, with only Weiss around to help her. Smut and feels. (Monochrome)

The Curse of the Abominable Snow-Grimm - RWBY goes on a team building mission to a ski resort, where a mysterious Grimm attack will force them to confront Weiss and Blake's past, and their feelings for their new teammates. (WhiteRose, Bumbleby)

Cold Nights, Warm Hearts - in a modern AU, Winter Schnee is very nervous about going to her girlfriend Cinder Fall's winter solstice celebration and meeting her pagan friends. (Temperature Play)

I've also got a bunch of shorts and one-shots if you're interested. Almost everything I write is sapphic, and I do a lot of smut with plot.

#rwby #rwby fanfic #ao3 #bumbleby #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #whiterose #ruby rose #weiss schnee #anime #rainbow quartz #crosshares #freezerburn #sapphic writing #wlw #lesbian #cinder fall #winter schnee #save rwby #save crwby #greenlight volume 10

[pkmncoordinators]

The insistence that that Irida is a minor is wild to me because that would mean Adaman spent the entire main storyline beefing with a teenager, and Adaman doesn’t waste his time on stupid things.

Anyway, she’s an adult—Rei literally, canonically refers to her as a “woman” early in the game—and there is nothing weird about speculating she and Adaman eventually end up together and have children that branch off into descendants like Barry and Perrin.

GF seems to be pointing in that direction anyway, as Irida suggests she and Mai (Adaman’s sister) talk about Adaman frequently, and Adaman himself starts to make more friendly overtures toward Irida postgame, including him arranging that the two of them should take a photo together (as a “symbol” of Hisui’s bright future — good lord, I could do up a whole post about the implications of Adaman thinking he and Irida being together means good things for Hisui and is a subtle hint at eventual clan unification) and the strong possibility that he asked her to come perform in the Diamond Clan Settlement. (Really, who else but Adaman would have invited Irida to perform the flute among the Diamond people?)

And look at this art from Take, the person who designed Adaman and Irida:

The tension. The closeness. It is easy to read the pair as falling into the enemies to lovers trope by design.

This toes into noncanon land, but I’ll also talk about Masters because it gives us more insight into what their relationship is like postgame. In story mode, Adaman and Irida argue, sure, but there’s also a level of synergy between them that’s very interesting. They finish each other’s thoughts. They bounce ideas off each other. They consult with each other (off screen) and decide to stay on Pasio and place their Pokémon into Poké Balls.

And then, in the trainer lodge, their favorite conversation topics include each other. For those who don’t play Masters, the lodge is an area where you can interact with and build friendships with various characters through conversations. In short, you select from a randomized list of conversation topics, and each character has a three-tier list of possible conversation topics; the more the character enjoys the topic, the more points you score. “Irida” is a top-scoring conversation topic for Adaman, and “Adaman” is a top-scoring conversation topic for Irida. The game makes it obvious that in spite of their bickering, they’re now friends!

In conclusion: Ship away, my friends. The fanfic practically writes itself.

#Clanleadershipping #Adaman #Irida

[i-magines]

Wildest Dreams: Chapter 10

Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5 | CHAPTER 6 | CHAPTER 7 | CHAPTER 8 | CHAPTER 9 | CHAPTER 10

synopsis: You’re an assistant director in an indie movie set and fate makes sure you keep crossing paths with a certain Chilean actor.  

disclaimer: This is my first Pedro Pascal’s fictional work + the first fanfic I write in English, as it isn’t my first language. Unfortunately, I do not own Pedro and this is all a product of my imagination.

rating: M (keep scrolling if your under 18 please)

warnings: age gap, mature content, eventual drinking and drugs, fem!reader, smut every once in a while, a little angst, sex (piv), male!oralsex.

n/a: i just wanna say thank you if you’ve read my fic until here. this is the final chapter and, once again, i hope you liked it. have a good one!

word count: 1,705

The first and most important prèmiere of the film was scheduled to happen in London, so you were very much excited to get on the plane to attend it. You did your best to focus your energy on the event itself and not be worrying about a certain Chilean actor who may or may not even say hi to you. You didn’t reply to his text about it and neither did he send you another one. You didn’t feel bad, you were doing what you could to protect your feelings. Of course, they didn’t overbook the crew again so you had a couple hours alone in your room to get ready for it and you made sure you had a killer outfit on, just in case.

You made your way to the entrance, avoiding even going close to the red carpet. But, still, you saw him there. Being his gentle, funny, amazing self. Your heart skipped a beat just by seeing his smiley face. He looked so handsome, as usual. Fuck, he caught you staring at him. He winked at you, opening a bigger smile. You looked in another direction, blushing and walking inside the building already. 

There was a big room with some round tables to accommodate the guests and, later in the evening, catering and drinking. You didn’t stop there, going straight inside the theater room and finding a seat for yourself, way in the back. You said hi to some people, but mostly scrolled through your phone for what felt like forever. The room was getting busier and louder. Donna, the producer, and your friend Flo approached you with a gentle handshake, asking you to join the crew on the front row, which you did. Of course, there he was. So. fucking. attractive.

He came closer to you, with a huge smile on his face, and hugged you so tight. Your legs almost gave in, but you put yourself back together. It was a shame the way those months had passed and pretty much wiped out any chance you had to try to make it work. But you didn’t blame anyone, it was just life.

“You look gorgeous”, he whispered in your ear.

“Thanks”, you said as you moved away from him.

“Saved you a seat, sweetheart”, he showed you with his hand.

Just next to his, with a piece of paper printed with your name and a picture Pedro took from you back in one of your dates in Berlin. You had to control the smile forming on your face, you didn’t want to look like this silly, kind of in love girl. At the same time, you hated him a little bit, for growing apart but still making these cute little things.

“You don’t have to”, he told you, a bit uncertain.

You sat down, there’s no point of being mean or pretending you weren’t dying to sit next to him. Pedro and all the audience sat down as well, the movie started on the big scream. It was hard for you to pay proper attention to it, once Pedro was grabbing and rubbing your upper tights with his hand. Why did he have to add torture to it? He was amazing at the movie as well, your memories of the movie set taking over for a little bit during every scene you saw him perform. At the end, a long standing ovation. Pedro was shining, clapping hard to it as well.

Everybody went to the other room and sat around the tables. Pedro held your hand all the way there and that made you nervous, because the press was also at the event — the whole point was to promote it, after all. He made sure you were sitting at his table, before going to the improvised stage for the Q&A. Nobody seemed to care much about you, which was good, the room was loud and messy. Finally, the interview started. A couple of questions to Pedro, others to Donna and her partner. You were minding your own business (drinking alcohol) when a question got your attention:

“Even though your character didn’t have any love interest in the movie, you still looked very much in love, Pedro. Are you in love with your job or is there a different sparkle going on for you?”

“There was definitely a different sparkle going on for me during the shooting”, Pedro answered, looking at you out of the corner of his eyes. “But yeah, wasn’t in love with the job, actually, it was very challenging for me.”

They started going in another direction and you breathed out strongly. Why did he have to be so… Himself?

“I thought they were going to keep me there all night long”, Pedro said as he sat down by your side, a glass of whisky in his hand.

“You did great”, you complimented him with a smile.

“Nah, tough crowd today”, he replied. “You didn’t even look at me that much.”

You didn’t know what to say. You were a nervous trainwreck, that’s all.

“But I’m glad you came”, Pedro smiled. “I’m sorry the distance thing wasn’t working.”

“Yeah, it’s fine”, you really meant that. You didn’t consider him guilty of all.

“You seeing anybody?” He started deeply into your eyes, a pinch of jealousy inside his own.

“A lady never tells”, you told him. Not a single soul, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Well, I’m not loving it”, he laughed softly. “I meant to call you—”

“I’m sure you had your reasons not to, P.”

Silence.

“Should we say our official goodbyes tonight?” He proposed and you nodded. “Good, text me your hotel room number.”

The evening went on, everybody wanted a piece of Pedro. A couple hours later, you felt tired. The flight, all the human interactions, it was just enough for you. You got yourself a taxi and went back to the hotel, feeling accomplished after the premiere. It was the closing this project, and yourself, needed. You took a long, relaxing shower and went to bed. Pedro had your number and information, so he could’ve reached out if he wanted to. Being who he was wasn’t easy, so you couldn’t really be bad at him for anything. You had your feelings, he had his — and the real, grown-up world didn’t give a fuck about any of them.

It was 4am when you heard sounds around your room. You didn’t have to move or open your eyes, because soon Pedro talked to you:

“Hey, sweetheart. It’s me.”

He crawled into your bed, got under the blanket and hugged you. The heat of your body contrasting with his chilly, outside temperature. Even after 6 months, he still felt very inviting.

“I tried to leave early”, he promised close to your neck.

“Yeah, it’s okay”, you said quietly. “You’re the star, everybody wants a piece of you.”

“Lucky me I already had plans”, Pedro kissed you cheek. You crossed your arm though his neck. “But, still… I’m sorry it took me so long.”

“Just fucking kiss me already.”

He did as you asked. His strong grip on your waist, his tongue invading your mouth without second-guessing. It wasn’t just lazy sex, it was very… familiar. There was already this intimacy between you and it felt like not a day had passed since the end of the shooting. You were still laying down when Pedro came closer to your head with his hips and you began to suck his cock. You couldn’t take him all in, so you used your hand to help. You could see he was losing his mind over this, moving deeper and deeper. You controlled your breathing, doing your best to keep going longer for him and for yourself, because that was making your insides pulse.

“I’m so close”, he moaned as he took it out of your mouth. “But I’m not done yet.”

Pedro fingered you for a couple of minutes, really just to feel your wetness for him. He had pure lust in his eyes, but still, he was sweet and careful with you. You opened your legs wider for him and he positioned his cock at your entrance. He looked at you for a moment, making sure it was okay and you nodded. So he started thrusting, slowly but strong at the end. With one hand, he was supporting his body, and with the other one, he was rubbing your clit. You felt this warm feeling taking over your body.

“Fuck, so wet and warm”, he moaned with pleasure. “And so fucking tight.”

“Please, keep going”, you begged, his fingers doing wonders for you. The feeling starting on your under belly slowly growing.

“Wrappin’ around me so good, baby girl”, Pedro whispered, as he felt you squeezing him with your pulsing core. “Wanna feel you cumming while taking me all in.”

That was it for you, the climax just spreading all over your body, making you collapse. Pedro kept his thrusts, going a bit faster now. It didn’t take him much time.

“Imma fill you up.”

His whisper was followed by his loud moans. You loved to hear him expressing his feelings during sex, it was a complete turn on for you. So you kissed him deeply once he let his body fall next to yours. You were both tired and sweaty.

“Amazing”, he told you, petting your face with his hand.

“Yeah”, you agreed. “My legs are still shaking.” 

You both laughed a little bit. Then, Pedro stared at your eyes.

“Should I stay until the morning?” He asked. You bit the inside of your mouth.

“I guess it’s better for you to go, P.” 

It killed you, but you’ve come to terms with it. It is what it is and it will pass.

“Yeah, you’re right”, he said quietly. “You know, I really wished…”

“I know”, you stopped him. “Me too.”

Pedro gave you a final kiss on the lips and got dressed again. He opened the door to leave your room, but he stopped before exiting.

“I hope I’ll see you around then, princesa.”

The room was dark, except from the crack of the open door.

“Not if I see you first.”

THE END

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x reader #pedro x reader #pedro pascal smut #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction

[eisforeidolon]

I feel fans should be able to interpret shows and characters any way they want but it really bothers me that shippers die on the hill of Dean is such a closeted bi sexual and Sam is the biggest heterosexual out there. I love these characters because they are extremely toxic and codependent on each other. The story would not be the same with out that. Why would anyone look to Supernatural to be their all time gay representation love story when it most obviously is not. it just blows my mind how out there Destiel shippers are and how much they truly hate this show and hate Dean without even realizing it. I need someone to figure out how we can get rid of them from this fandom...LOL

Yeah, IDGI either. Fandom is supposed to be about just having fun however you want with the building blocks from the canon + your imagination. It's not even the main point that they're hilariously bad at interpretation, project too hard onto the characters to even see them, can't understand context to save their lives, pointedly ignore a million things that directly contradict their agenda, and too much of their so-called proof is actually gross backwards stereotypes about sexuality and masculinity (neither of which they seem to understand very well at all). If they were just having fun with it, who the fuck cares? Sure, it's annoying, but a lot of fandom is annoying because it is so specifically tailored to things not everyone is gonna like. There are other canons with fans who are fine admitting they just like playing in the canon world but not the canon itself that much.

No, the problem is hellers are not content to just enjoy their non-canon interpretations in fandom. They feel entitled to flood any and every tag associated with the show, trying to demand their interpretations be considered indisputably canon fact because ... reasons ... and anyone who doesn't agree with them is A Bad Person because ... they say so. Their ship is the greatest love story (n)ever told, the best representation evar in media! It's the only important thing about SPN - and if they couldn't change the canon, they can change the fandom narrative! The fact there's actually no there there under their overblown thousands upon thousands of words of inept meta is why the very suggestion it's not canon, that someone doesn't see it as the greatest thing ever, that maybe Dean is actually just a heterosexual instead of putting on an elaborate performance of one or even that Sam might not be the straightest character ever written? Is taken as an attack upon their self-declared status as the real main audience. Which makes sense, because they never were. SPN was anything but subtle as to what its actual focal relationship was.

To some extent I get how they echo-chambered each other into believing their ship was/would be a thing in canon. If you just look at the size of the piles on piles of cherry-picked nonsense they accumulated over the years without actually engaging your brain to see how variously flimsy, out of context, or how many other more sensible interpretations there were for any of them? If you wanted to believe and surrounded yourself with others who did, too, and kept talking each other up, spending way more time doing that than watching the show? It's no wonder some of them ended up with really skewed expectations.

What I don't get is how they're still going this long after the show ended. SPN is over and there's no more 'Well, next season for sure!' to promise themselves. There are increasingly more stories out there now in a variety of media which are centering deliberately, openly LGBT+ characters and relationships they could invest in championing! Hell, just saying screw canon and burying themselves in writing their idea of "better" fanfic is a perfectly reasonable way to deal with disappointment, no matter how self-inflicted. Instead, they're still here making up elaborate conspiracies about how SPN was something other than what it blatantly obviously always was - because admitting they were wrong and the only thing they ever liked about it was their own OOC fanfic very, very loosely based off of it? Well, that's more than a bit embarrassing in light of how long they spent campaigning and how vehement they were about it totally being not just A Thing but The Most Important Thing Ever. So I don't know what would actually get them to move on, they clearly love being miserable and wrong and pretending to be martyrs over it far too much for me to comprehend.

#destihellers #fandom issues #faux social justice

[lensman-arms-race]

A collection of my Skibidi fanfics

These links all point to my own website - if you prefer reading on AO3, all pages have links to their versions on AO3 and anywhere else they might get hosted.

Unless indicated otherwise, these are all SFW, barring a few swear words.

Reader helps to perform maintenance on Titan TV and then enjoys a cuddle-pile with the engineers inside the Titan's core chamber. (~3.4k words)

This was the first fic I wrote for this fandom and the first fic I'd written in nearly 20 years, so it's less polished and considerably shorter than what came after it. I still think it's kinda cute! I first posted it to Tumblr and was surprised and delighted by how people said I should put it on AO3.

Reader gets to watch Titan TV's upgrade installation + testing (at some point before the events of episode 67), and hang out with a few TV-units they've not met before. (~7.5k words)

This was the first time I included Polycephaly in a fic (and the TV Matriarch, come to think of it). They were only meant to be a cameo, but oops, a giant sweary TV is super fun to write!

Some fluff/angst/comfort. Sickening. Mostly Reader and robots hugging each other and crying. Also the human acquires a nickname. (~8.9k words)

Possibly borderline not work safe: there's no lewd activity in the fic itself, but the characters talk about explicit stuff that's happened in the past. Maybe don't show this one to your granny or the vicar.

This is the one in which my human character acquires their current name (Phaeton) instead of going by 'human'. Reader/Phaeton catches Feelings about being the last human and needs cuddles. Cygnus (TV unit) has a close encounter with a skibidi and needs cuddles also. (This one was basically @cosmica-galaxy 's fault - she wanted to see angst, so I had a go and was surprised by how satisfying it is to write!) Title came from a Talking Heads lyric; that's why the title is slightly sillier.

Angst o'clock! Reader and your TV-headed friend have an encounter with a skibidi. It does not go well, and both of you have to deal with the consequences. (~10k words)

Continuing the angst theme - I suddenly got the idea for this one and had to hammer it out. You know how it is.

Phaeton and Cygnus have a bad time but of course there's plenty of cuddling to make up for it.

Some big fluff! Reader and Polycephaly hang out as friends and have quite a nice time together. (~6.4k words)

Relatively short one. I just wanted to write something cute with Polycephaly because I've become fond of the foul-mouthed machine! Phaeton and Polycephaly hang out, some skibidis get decked.

We haven't seen what happened to the Brown Coated Cameraman after the events of episode 57. Who, if anyone, rescued them? Turns out it was you, Reader. You're a feral human survivor with no reason to trust the hardware-heads, but you feel compelled to help this one for some reason… (~4.4k words)

Because I wanted closure on what happened to Browncoat!

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I have written several more fics but they're considerably spicier than the above. If you want to see them, it shouldn't be hard for you to find them.

#skibidi toilet #skibidi fanfic #lensman tags: fanfic

[discord-lurking]

A Statement From Former Wiki Administrator, Gaycowboyrats

Thanks to the hard work of @ninjapeach671-blog (author of the fanfic Scamson, as a completely non-subtle friend plug), Gaycowboyrats has been found and is in contact with me over Tumblr!

They've given us permission to post messages & references to their Tumblr account.

This is Emmett (they/star), or Gaycowboyrats, or @boyscoutpaladin here on Tumblr! Thank you again to Emmett for reaching out.

First, a statement on the supposedly-racist Ratehouse account:

This lines up with my own checking- the page is currently down, but as of the last archive copy I was able to see, the only movie ratings on the account were from 11/8 - 12/6, around the time the new moderators began to take over.

(Gaycowboyrats Ratehouse archive link here, for anyone who might be curious- warning for some general vile language and possible triggers):

Then, Emmett's general take on the situation:

Then, notes on some additional context I had missed:

This was really interesting, for obvious reasons. It seems that removing administrators based on alleged Ratehouse comments became a pattern.

And another reference to someone "not knowing their place." An odd reason to remove a wiki moderator. Again, we see the new moderators display a very strict sense of wiki justice and the importance they place on wiki administrator power.

Brazil86 also makes references to a new admin staff being put in place by TwoRatner, who would "debrief them and look them over."

On the link provided to the Oktobmer Ratehouse page, the comment (still up, unlike the Gaycowboyrats Ratehouse page) reads as follows:

(Ableist slur redacted).

Emmett responding to this:

This is... deeply suspicious, to say the least. This is the second time that one of the new moderators accused an old moderator of bigotry in comments on Ratehouse, specifically, and used that as a reason that they should be removed.

Then, more information on Brazil86:

Again, deeply suspicious. It seems that at the end of October, a new influx of mods came in, making sweeping changes to the landscape of the wiki before removing old mods and ultimately deleting large parts of the wiki.

Why? Is this related to Brazil86's supposed crime against the new mod team? How does this play into the new mod team's fretting about administrator account security, considering Brazil86 was removing protections from wiki pages?

Then, Emmett provided a link to the Blocked Users page of the wiki (screenshots from time of writing on December 21st, 2023):

The first block to happen after 2022 was on November 4th, 2023, where Brazil86 blocked Oktobmer for a list of problems that included "being unacceptable in terms of behavior on other sites" and "making bad faith assumptions."

After this, more blocks were performed by the new moderator team, with the exception of the blocking of MitchRiot by Gaycowboyrats on November 30th, 2023, days before they were removed.

MitchRiot, whose username is very similar to the MitchRioterer seen in an admin discussion thread (see Part 2) declaring themselves to be in charge now, then going ignored.

A simple troll creating sockpuppets to continue trolling? Maybe. Maybe MitchRiot(erer) is more involved than that. At this point, the only thing I can say for sure about this situation is that it keeps going deeper than I thought.

Unsurprisingly, SudeKK was blocked temporarily after their forum post, though the post itself remains up.

That's the situation as it stands. More could happen, who knows?

Expect the conclusion of my main series on the wiki drama tomorrow, with additional context and notes on the situation as it's changed since I started writing this series <3

#dungeons and daddies

[leafostuff]

Never Forever (Ft. Lesserafim Chaewon)

Note: Not me almost losing this fanfic to nothing haha, anyways worked on this fic for a good amount of time because antifragile is such a bop and chaewon is so pretty

Inspired from "No celestial" by lesserafim

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There she was

Standing on the stage, mic in the stand, a guitar in her hand and an angry expression on her face, Your girlfriend was now performing her song that you remember she told you she was writing for her band, and here she was. performing to a crowd of a hundred people, cheering her name loudly, you could say that you were proud of her

However, it's not like you could tell her

You two broke up a month ago due to arguments that will never end until one day she decided to end your relationship, and ever since then you two have broken any connection to each other, blocking each other on every social media and deleting each other’s phone number, hoping you will never meet each other again.

“Oh my…this is quite the awkward scene” Your best friend Eunjung said, a cup of beer in his right hand with

“Yeah, isn't this your girlfriend Minsu?” your other friend Soojin asked you, in response you just sighed in defeat 

“yes, it is her” you reply, you were in your local bar with your friends to have fun, maybe even to try and forget about your Ex with some drinks. “Fuck, I forgot she had this performance today” you cursed under your breath as you remember Chaewon telling you about this rock festival in the bar back when the two of you were still a couple. But for some reason, as much you hated her with your soul, you couldn't help but watch her.

her short black hair swaying while she bobbed her head back and forth while singing, as you could notice even from the bar stand that she had blonde-ish highlights which you couldn't lie: made her look pretty co-

“Wait what the fuck am I saying, didn’t I already move on?,” you thought to yourself, shaking your head from the trance that was Chaewon’s looks however what you just noticed that the song that her band was playing ended, and that Chaewon noticed you in the crowd as you could her face getting angrier than before as she quickly took her guitar and quickly left the stage.

you don't even notice that your body stands up by itself and walked to the backstage, completely forgetting you were coming to the bar to hang out with your friends, however, you knew they couldn't stop you from going there, even if you two already moved on from each other, you had to talk with her.

Since even without being aware of it: you missed Chaewon.

You missed your dates to the ice cream shop to buy mint choco choco and eat it together, you missed her goofy and cheerful personality that made you happy every day since your first meeting during one of her performances a year and a half ago, and even if you hated to admit it, you would do anything to go back to how you were 30 days ago

“Hey…” you were now at the backstage, watching your Ex put her guitar in her case, as she hears your voice she looks at you, changing her face from the neutral expression she had before to an annoyed one, she really did hate you after all.

“What?” she said, eyes directly looking at yours as you could feel her aura becoming much more intimidating.

“I…just wanted to say…you sang well” this is all you could say as she rolled her eyes in response.

“Thank you” she smiled but quickly it returned to her annoyed face” now if you can move your stupid face out of my fucking way, I would be very happy, thank you,” she said, putting her guitar case on her back and walking toward the exit that was right behind you.

“Can we talk?” this is all you could say as she passed through you.

“What is there to talk about?” she asked you, turning around to face you. “I hate you, you hate me, end of the conversation”.

“But you don't understand, i-” you tried to explain as she stopped you mid sentence

“I don’t understand what Minsu?” she smiled however you knew this smile wasn't really showing her mood. “I don’t understand how your notifications that i saw from your tinder were actually your childhood friends that wanted to see you after 10 years?! how do you always seem to hide your phone JUST as i came to sit near you?!” She started shouting at you as you looked down in shame, you really couldn't explain it.

“I-”

“I. DONT. LOVE. YOU. ANYMORE. GOODBYE, YOU DUMBFUCK” she said as she turned away but before she managed to leave through the door…

“I wanted to just say sorry,” you said defeated, knowing it was officially over between you two, there was nothing to talk about anymore. However, as you looked up you find that Chaewon stopped moving

"You know how I felt when we broke up Minsu?" She asked, slightly looking back as somehow the way she was asking made you speechless, making only nod in her question

"I…felt heartbroken, to say the least" she answered, as you look down you can see her legs start to tremble, making you a bit confused.

"After the breakup I ran to my room and cried for days, almost thinking about suicide at that moment, and not to talk about all the-" she stopped for a second, Making a sound you couldn't really recognize as she continued talking.

"But it's stupid, right? I shouldn't feel like this at all right? After all it's not like I would end up *sniff* alone,and there are Many *sniff* fishes in the sea" she said, as slowly you realizing what is happening and started walking toward her.

"But to be truthful? I couldn't move on" another step toward her and you can start to hear her emotions through her voice.

"Chaewon, i-"

"SHUT UP" she shouted as she turned around to face you, finally seeing the tears flowing on her cheeks, her make up already ruined as you were stunned, "how long was she crying like that" you thought to yourself as her monlogue continues

"YOU KNOW WHY?! BECAUSE EVERY DAY WHEN WE WERE TOGETHER, YOU MADE ME FEEL *Sniff* SPECIAL" Her shouts echoed in the room

"You *sniff* were the one that made me *sniff feel like I was worth *sniff* something" she said pushing you lightly

"But you know what?! I hate you now" she added as now anger controlled her emotions.

"I"

"HATE"

"YO-" her words suddenly stopped as you couldn't hold it anymore, hugging her as hard as you can, not letting her go as only two words could come from you.

"I'm…sorry"

Even with those two words, it was enough to finally break chaewon into tears as now her face moved from your shoulder into your chest, as her sounds of crying echo’d around the room

you dont even know how long you two stayed like that as suddenly chaewon releases herself from the hug, looking directly into your eyes and for the first time, showing a weak smile.

“I really missed you, Minsu Oppa” she spoke quietly looking into you as you show a smile of your own and giggle

“Me too Chae… Me too” you answer as you lean close into her sticking your nose out, making her a bit confused as your nose found itself touching her own nose.

Chaewon was not a big fan of kisses, even when the act was done in private, so instead of kissing you two found yourself nuzzling each other's nose to show affection.

You can hear Chaewon’s quiet giggles as her hands moved toward your chest while yours went to her waist, looking at each other and giggling at the same time.

“Oppa…” Chaewon said, releasing herself from the nose nuzzling as she looked into her eyes, small tears were stuck in her eyes.

“Hmm? yeah?” you asked as your hand toward her right eye to clean the tears.

“We are never breaking up again right?” she asked as her smile grew larger and her eyes chimed in on the smile as well, as for some reason you couldnt help yourself but laugh from her question.

“Never” you simply answered as your hands went behind her hair, lightly touching it

“Never Forever” you thought to yourself as your hug continued into the night, hoping you two will stay like this forever.

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Posted in 20/10/2022

#kpop fanfic #kpop #fluff #chaewon #le sserafim

[unknownfrom34]

Courtship

For @muzzleroars

On this post, I write a MichaelxV2 fanfic. Fluff writing about the Angelic courtship dance performed by a robot so I decided to be like this part. (Where they dance. Haha. I hope you won't mind 😅) Plus pronouns for V2 will be He/Her btw. I had edited out last minute edits before posting this so I hope you'll like it.

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"...And V1 had done that? To your brother?"

Michael nodded. He couldn't and still can't, believe that Raphael had helped but it made his already literally rotting heart flutter with reassurance that he tried.

"Yes indeed. He had helped the Machine to court Gabriel into marriage but I am surprised that he helped regardless."

"It must've been shocking." V2 tilted her head to the right.

Michael laughed gently as he placed his hand on his helm, a finger tenderly tracing the cracks. "I can't ridicule him for doing this." he spoke after a moment, still tracing the helmet's cracks mindlessly. "He is my brother and helping others is in our nature."

Michael finally removed his hand and turned towards the red automation. A mirror. A near perfect mirror of her processor painted as red as blood as the protector of peace. Blood tubes painted blue to ensure that he stood out of V1, the newly risen robotic angel and symbol of his brother's love Gabriel willing to give.

V2's processers is recording her findings on culture of Heaven. She had learned a lot from Gabriel in Fraud Layer she lived in, only from what he had been told from his perspective but when offered to see it for herself. It is truly a place of Paradise for what's left of Humanity to go to. Free of pain and suffering and found something she had been lacking in her making: Peace.

Still, the courtship dance is one of the private parts of Heaven over an millennia after Lucifer had fallen down with many other angels as it is considered a taboo by the Father. He had seen them prior to the former banished into Hell itself. The Hell that she and V1 had been born into when New Peace was established.

Curiously a few of his eight wings twitched slightly with another question in her hard drives as Michael took a sip from a cup provided by Raphael, due to a rotting jaw that seemingly be made of light gold, he was recommended to only drinks now.

"May I ask you again, Michael?" "Please do," He accepted, "What is it on your mind, Machine?"

He hesitated. "Have you ever been courted before?"

Michael nearly spit out his drink.

"I beg your pardon?" "Has anyone ever court you before?"

Michael went silent for a moment. He placed a palm on his exposed ribcage adorn with colorful radiant jewels and chains of sliver and gold.

"No." He answered honesty. "I have not been courted by any an angel nor human, Machine." he shook his head lightly. "Many had looked at and up to me as a leader chosen to lead His people and man kind throughout these centuries." He placed his hand again on his helm with a hint of flustered and nonsenses of the question. Turning away from V2. "Many of them knew this is an forbidden act to do, and even worse, the Prince of Heaven in place of Lucifer's and the Lord. I never even try to do courtshiping ritual."

V2 looked at him for a moment.

"Michael." V2 said finally, with a little bit of worry but confidence so little in his machinal voice. "Do you think that I..." Michael turned to look at her once again. "That I... that I do the heavenly courtship dance?"

"You?" Michael could almost chuckle but it was raspy due to a ruined larynx, it was ruined due to the event had had tried to sever his Light in attempt to show his loyalty to Lord he had long-since searched for... and Failed. He will save that story for later yet the machine like V2 could do the ritual is rather funny to him but...

But since Gabriel fell, since V2 was rebuilt and since, for him too much to bare; Even tried binding his brother before reason was struck into him by Gabriel's words, even in Hellish language, they still reached him and even worsen to do to him, he had tried to get him to see V1's corruption by having V2 himself as his date but... All of those failures, taken away his pride but made room for love, humble and a door open for a way for his own sins to be forgiven.

The plan to "open his brother's eyes" had backfired when feelings of this machine, the same way as Gabriel had and... To be honest when he looked back on it. He guessed that's what the race of Man calls "Petty."

Nonetheless, Michael had learned more of V2 being a replacement, ruined and will perish one day like himself will too. He could... He could watch her try. And if he was courted, well, only he will decide to tell or not tell the masses of Heaven.

"Well," He began to say, thoughtfully. "I cannot why not."

V2's optic seem to opened up a little, stars in his eyes with wings flutter a little behind him as he stood upright and then hand over his metallic abdomen and bowed with another arm extended out from him.

Head rose up and then one foot back and then he jumped into the air in a twirl, golden glowing wings flared out in display and then sticks the landing on two feet like a ballerina. Silent amazement resonating in Michael as he watched on. On the right and left of four appendages each. The right bottom one twitched slightly before one after another followed suit going up and then on the upper left appendage repeated this going downwards.

Then them both do it upwards and downwards before crouching down on fours as eight of them gone together to make it seem like they had only one pair of two wings before slowly raises up on two feet once again. Before too long, the eight wings came back but yellow faded into sapphire blue as two of each go downward and then soon out on display.

"This is..." She started to say, "This is so confusing to me, how do you all do it?" Michael, watching the progress had come to an metaphorical halt, placing his drink down and then stand up. He was feeling ridiculous for explaining this but he will feel even more not doing so. He said "Allow me." simply but his voice is gentler by the sound of it.

In his own display of wings, his four wings unfolded in brilliant shades and gradients of pinks, purples, magentas, and violets for a machine or soul to see. The wings then came around and covering Michael slowly and purposely to insight curiosity from the latter and then spun away before he unfolded the wings and then dashed towards V2 before stopping in front of him. The helm barely reached his ribcage and Michael is staring down at them before crouching down, wings flapping down to touch the floor before he stood up and hands grabbing onto forearms (so not to tear the skin and flesh off) after placing them behind his back and circled around him gracefully and leisurely.

V2, stunned but mesmerized, watching the head chief prince closely with wings behind her gently lowered down with her CPU was recording this in wonder before abruptly disappeared in a flash of light. Her optic blinked and looked to her left and right before something shines behind him.

Before he could turn to see, a pair of hands quickly covered his optic and wings enveloped around her as feeling of a helm lightly touching the surface of her own as his head was lifted up a little. Hands then removed themselves from his optic to see Michael roving above him, allowing the small robot to bathe in the glowing lights of his wings.

Both of them lost in a void of a colorful light.

Eight wings of his own twitch with surprise softly, blue began to share a gradient of light pink as he looked up at the Prince of Heaven before one hand lightly taking a hand, a hand that is nearly identical to V2's left one before raising it up and then spun the peace-keeping machine around with trails of neon blue and pink following behind her as four wings flown away steadily.

He kept spinning them to his right before letting go and catching V2 as a leg was raised up while he leaned backwards before lifting upward, lightly urged by a hand on her back with her wings fanning out as she was brought close to his chest.

Feet kept going in a dance of wings of beauty and grace for as long as it could go, a ritual was in fact an success by this point.

Midway, Michael had his hand on V2's back again and the other holding his hand, fingers intertwined, as they looked at each other.

"You have a surprising amount of grace for a machine." Michael commented, looking at his optic with interest. "Oh yeah?" V2 chuckled lightly. "Well, you've got a surprising amount of bugs for an angel."

Michael chuckled at the joke. She wasn't wrong but it was good to laugh once in a while.

"And the expecting tact."

They then spun around as they let go, wings behind them before they flapped, neon and natural light coming off from both pairs and soon they came back together with hands holding onto them and then twirled as they held on. Wings made from metal and divine light flapped and fanned out before fluttering and danced on their accord as their feet had became accustomed to the ritual.

They continued on in their rhythm of the heart beats and fans spinning before letting go.

At last, they bowed to one another.

"So, this is what the courtship dance is like." V2 commented as he turned to look at his wings, colors fading into the tips of his wings as they went from pink to blue and finally going back to default yellow. "Dance with someone you are close to."

Michael laughed, both lightly and worryingly as he tilted his head. "It is, Machine." he added. He is worried.

Someone will know that he had been courted and even worse, it was with this machine but they are in his private quarters, the chambers that was once... Once Lucifer's. Still, since they had danced the ritual here, this could be where a little white secret could lie until he will confess this sin. This sin that made him happy.

Michael cleared his throat gently as his wings folded and soon faded from existence. "W-Well, I enjoyed our time together." he said as his fist was placed behind his back and closed his eyes. "Please," He wanted V2 to leave back to his apartment but he hesitated. "It is getting late, do you think you can travel back to the Eighth Layer?"

V2 looked at the pillar that overlooks outside, stars have already decorated the skies as night time has begun and below were a small city and villages built since the Uproar after the Father's death. "I will but-" V2 turned over to Michael, with another question in mind. "Do you think that I could stay here, but for the night?" he asked as he used his hand to rub his arm. "I haven't seen an actual night like this." No. No you will not.

That's what he wanted to say.

"Of course, but only for one night... V2." He answered this instead.

V2 light up a little before bowing her head. "Thank you, Michael."

Michael bowed his head as well. "You are welcome, I hope you will enjoy the night." he said as he watched him sitting down and crossed his legs on one of many luxurious pillows to watch at the skies with wonder and silent joy.

Michael just wanted to offer her a room of her own but stopped himself. "Have a good night, V2." He bided good night before he turned and then headed towards his own resting chambers as V2 bids him a good evening as well.

Oh God Almighty, what is he even doing?

He had offered the machine to sleep over in the Eighth Sphere of Heaven for the night and only for the night. And all after that ritual of courtship!

He moved a fabric leading into his room away and letting it fall behind him as his head looked at it. He turned to his left arm and noticed new flowers have grown from the wounds. He must've accidentally scratched it during that dance as he carefully recognized them.

Peace lilies, cosmos and apple blooms.

No doubt this was related to the dance.

Michael turned to the fabric once again and peaked to see V2, still there right where he left her, watching the view and a dim lunar light before letting the fabric drop once again. It was the first time he had participated the ritual and he hoped it would also be the last yet.

His wings made from glass and metal, stamina long enough to keep up with him and the look in the optic. An angel of iron and blood he had greeted as an plan to restore Gabriel yet he could've known that this robot...

Never meant to be an replacement. Striped of purpose. Failed in securing something far from her reach. Stoic. Intelligent.

V2 was just like himself. He could come to talk to Raphael for advise on this newfound friendship but still on the same matter, maybe he could ask him if they could dance one more time before turning in for the night.

#Ultrakill #Fanfic #Not my oc #Michael #V2 #Fluff #Writing #Courtship #Dance #Archangel #Robot #Angelic bird courtship dance #Rise and Fall AU

[storiesbyrhi]

A compendium to my Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson fanfic, Burning Yarrow. Find the masterlist here. This post will be updated with each new chapter of the story to include all spells, rituals, and witchcraft represented.

NEW ENTRIES MARKED WITH ✨ (updated for chapter 28) The reader = the readers of the story itself Reader = the primary character in the story, a.k.a. Little Witch

Aura Reading

An incredibly rare skill among witches, but can be learned. Aura reading involves decoding the colourful light waves or energy fields that emanate from humans, witches, and other living things. (Origins: appears in slightly different forms across many ancient cultures)

Automatic Writing

Also known as psychography, automatic writing is the ability or craft of channeling the dead (or other entities) through written words. One holds a writing instrument and allows spirits to manipulate one's hand, thereby receiving messages from another plane of existence. This is a psychic ability that all witches in Burning Yarrow possess. (Origins: unknown, possibly Fuji/planchette writing in the Song Dynasty, China; or 16th Century Enochian magic)

Binding Spell

Unlisted; while performed in Burning Yarrow, this spell is not known to the reader.

Burial Blessing

When burying the dead, offer the grave flora and fruit, and a piece of Apache Tear obsidian. Recite the blessing. “Hel, comforter in grief, We ask you to receive this soul. They lived pure, good, and true. Hel, watcher of the dead, We ask you to receive this soul. Go peacefully now, no lament, no sorrow, nor rue.” (Origins: Hel of Norse Mythology presides over part of the underworld/realm of the dead and is often called upon in pagan death and funeral rituals; original spell and ritual)

Catskills Coven Gate

To enter the geographical location occupied by the primary coven in Burning Yarrow, locate the target tree and offer witch blood. Speak the Latin words, “Per sanguinem et magica… aperire” A gateway will be revealed. The spell translates roughly to ‘through blood and magic, to open.’ (Origins: original ritual and spell)

Cemetery Lore

- A witch and a vampire cannot be within cemetery gates at the same time. The ultimate effect is unknown, but begins with eerie lightning. (Origins: original lore) - A witch can smell a benevolent graveyard spirit and recognise it by the scent of roses. A malevolent spirit or other creature will smell of death. (Origins: folklore/superstition across the globe) - It is polite and good luck to bring an offering of rosemary to a cemetery and to hold your breath upon crossing the entry. It is bad luck to sit on gravestones and wear new clothing. These may result in a haunting. (Origins: folklore/superstition across the globe) - A vampire's touch will kill all living flora that grows within the cemetery boundaries. (Origins: original lore)

Cleansing Crystals

To cleanse and recharge a crystal, wash in flowing water by moonlight. The recharging may be enhanced by reciting a unique cleansing spell as the witch works.

Cloaking Time/Space Spell

Unlisted; while performed in Burning Yarrow, this spell is not known to the reader.

Communing with the Dead

Prepare your altar as the center of an invisible pentagram. At each point place the following items: a plate of burning cedarwood, black onyx, vervain, moon water, and a white candle at the tip. Sitting at your altar, offer a drop of witch blood. Recite the spell, call to your dead, and wait for their response. “I offer my blood, the blood of a born witch, in payment of passage into the ether.” The dead decide if they will respond. They may appear as a full-body apparition, not at all, or anything between those two extremes. (Origins: attempting to contact the dead has taken many forms and has been practiced throughout all of human history; this specific ritual and spell is original work)

Crystals and Stones

- Apache Tear Obsidian: protection, grief - Black Onyx: safeguard against evil, death, grief - Carnelian: courage, power to conquer, strength - Howlite: memory, knowledge, perspective - Jasper: protection, strength, healing - Moss agate: new beginnings, emotional balance - Opal: balance, justice, harmony - Quartz: amplifies energy, clarity, wisdom - Selenite: protection, harmony, healing - Sodalite: truth, calm - Topaz: joy, fortune, friendship

Dark Witches

A brief mention in Burning Yarrow alludes to the existence of "dark" witches, bad or evil witches. Nothing more is known to the reader.

Devil's Trap

A sigil drawn onto a surface that allows whatever is summoned into that space to be trapped, on the condition that the entity is demon in origin. Usually, a pentagram forms the majority of the sigil. (Origins: unknown, but popularised by the television show Supernatural)

Eddie's Grounding Spell

This spell, written by Eddie, reconnects the witch with the natural world, providing healing and a sense of release from pain and grief. Core an apple and fill it with the root of the black hellebore. Let it air overnight, by moonlight. In the morning, wrap the apple in willow, then cook until the apple is soft and falling apart. Remove the hellebore root and turn to powder with a mortar and pestle. Collect the dust and blow it into the wind. (Origins: adapted from an apple/hellebore root spell from Occult Botany: Sédir's Concise Guide to Magical Plants by Paul Sédir)

Eddie's Protection Spell

Partially unlisted; while performed in Burning Yarrow, this spell is not known, in its entirety, to the reader. Reader describes it as, "just the bastard daughter of the forest gate spell and other protection charms." Known components include black cat bone and sage. The effect of the spell creates a bubble around the protected, in which anything that is aimed at them with ill intent will rebound and be directed back at the assailant. This works for both magic and physical violence. (Origins: original spell)

✨ Enchanted Seeds

A spell to build a home. In a jar, soak an apple seed, apple slices, moonwater, and the petals of the homeowner's favourite flower. Let it sit for seven days. When the seven days are up, retrieve the seed and plant it where the home should bloom. As you work, recite the spell. The home will exist within 1-3 days. I plant these seeds, Where homes will grow, By moonlight And good intentions. In this time, And in this place, A coven new Offers protection. (Origins: Source: original ritual and spell)

Freezing Spell

Unlisted; while performed in Burning Yarrow, this spell is not known to the reader. It does involve some sort of powdered potion/dust.

Healing a Hex Spell

In a mortar and pestle, combine elecampane petals, hawthorn berries, four-leaf-clovers, honey, moon water, and a drop of witch's blood harvested by a hawthorn needle. Add fur/hair of the individual to be unhexed. The potion is painted over a small mirror, which the hexed holds. They must also hold a piece of sodalite. Recite the spell. Before the final two lines, wipe the mirror clean. Finish the spell, then the individual will look upon the mirror and find themselves unhexed. “Hear now the words of this witch, secrets hidden in the night. The oldest of Gods are evoked here; the great work of magic is sought. On this day and in this hour, I call upon the ancient power. The truth of this life is to be revealed, And let the damage be healed. So shall it be. So shall it be. So shall it be.” The spell's effects do not prove to be permanent in Burning Yarrow. (Origins: original potion and ritual; spell wording adapted from the Dominus Trunus spell from the television show Charmed)

Healing Power

The witches of Burning Yarrow each possess their own individual specialty power. Reader can heal with their hands, although spells and other mystic works enhance healing.

Herbs, Plants, and the Natural World's Offerings

- Acanthus: immortality, enduring life - Apple: connection to the earth, wisdom - Bat claw: used in transformation spell (ethically sourced, of course) - Black-eyed Susan: survival, justice, endurance - Black hellebore: purification, healing, used in magic salve - Butterfly weed: letting go of grief, enlightenment - Cedarwood: protection, purification - Chicory: amplifies magic, relates to time - Crocodile scales: strength, warrior (ethically sourced, of course) - Cyclamen: devotion - Daffodil: forgiveness, rebirth, hope - Echinacea flowers: health, healing - Elecampane: dispels violent energy, enhances psychic power - Four leaf clover: luck - Green milkweed: harvested for its silk - Ground black cat bone: luck (ethically sourced, of course) - Hawthorn: love, protection - Honey: spiritual binding - Honeysuckle: love - King protea: transformation, change, boldness - Moondust: amplifies magic - Moon water: cleanse, aid in spiritual transformation - Mud: used as a binding agent - Mulberry: "I will not survive you" - Mugwort: medicinal, smudging, psychic boost, wards off evil - Ornithogalum (Star of Bethlehem Flower): atonement, reconciliation, redemption, forgiveness - Rue: "herb-of-grace," repentance, healing - Sage: health, wisdom, immortality, luck, cleansing - Salt: purification, protection, healing - Sassafras: protection, healing, many uses - Sweetgrass: purifies through burning; heals and cleanses - Tacca chantrieri (black bat flower): healing, tied to blood work (e.g. aids in lowering blood pressure) - Tansy: immortality, declaration of war - Vervain: purification, protection against evil spirits, use in rituals, healing, a.k.a. "the holy herb" - White baneberry (doll's eyes): used in spells involving death, used in rituals; pain relief, necromancy - Willow: release from grief and pain - Woundwort: healing, a.k.a. "heal-all" - Yarrow: healing, love - Yellow carnation: rejection, contempt

Lustrating Ritual

Lustration rituals are ceremonies to purify the individual. The logistics of the ritual vary depending on context. (Origins: Ancient Rome and Greece) In Burning Yarrow, it is the name of the ceremony where a witch lets her old name die and is rebirthed with her modern name and identity. Witches do this to ensure their immortality is kept secret and to stay connected to the human world.

Memory Removal Spell

Unlisted; while performed in Burning Yarrow, this spell is not known to the reader.

Name Finding Spell

Burn a blank piece of paper in a candle's flame while reciting the spell. Close the burning paper in your fist and once recited, open to reveal the name written on undamaged paper. “Guiding spirits, lend charity, Lend not misgivings, lend clarity. What is in a name, a truth be told, What he answers to, let unfold.” (Origins: original ritual; spell wording adapted from the Lost and Found spell and Piper's Memory Spell from Charmed)

Other Forms of Magic

The craft of witches is not the only form of magic or supernatural in Burning Yarrow. Aside from the Upside Down and related matter, the beliefs and craft of the Romani people are acknowledged as real. Warlocks, werewolves, and fae also exist. Some cryptids appear to be real also (e.g. Bigfoot, chapter 17).

"Per magica, oriri me"

This loosely translates to 'by magic, I rise' in Latin. A witch can use this spell to temporarily levitate.

Reading Tea Leaves

Also known as tasseography. A method of divination. Mentioned in Burning Yarrow as a practice used, but not one considered especially valid or reliable. (Origins: unknown, possibly pre-dates many Ancient cultures)

Recovering Lost Memories Spell

Potion ingredients are unknown to the reader. Weave a crown from chicory flowers and stems. While you work, recite the first part of the spell. “In our memories, Our magic is stored. And of mine, An act abhorred. Petals blue. Night new. Remember me, As I remember you.” Put the crown on, recite the second part of the spell, then drink the prepared potion. You will fall into a deep sleep and wake naturally with your memories restored. “In our memories, Our self is forged. And of mine, Let them be restored. Rosemary green. Witch blood clean. What has come to pass, Let it now be seen.” (Origins: original spell and ritual)

Rituals for a New Home

- Ring a bell: clears stagnant energy (Origins: unknown, possibly Ancient China) - Letting milk and rice boil over on the stove: ensures prosperity and good luck (Origins: [South] Indian culture, date unknown) - A blue porch: wards off evil and lost spirits (Origins: Gullah/Geechee people of Lowcountry, U.S.A.) - Salt circle: creates a mystic protective border (Origins: unknown) - Smudging: cleanses a space and promotes positive energy (Origins: likely practiced throughout all of human history)

Scrying

A form of crystal gazing or crystallomancy. The use of a crystal (often quartz) to divine a truth. For example, a quartz held over a map will find a location related to a witch's search. (Origins: likely practiced throughout all of human history)

"Slán agus ádh mór, a chara"

This loosely translates to 'goodbye and good blessings/God bless/good luck, my friend' in Irish Gaelic.

Temporary Transformation Spell

Brew a potion consisting of white baneberry, sage, powdered tacca chantrieri, and other ingredients unknown to the reader. Have the transformer hold a piece of moss agate while they drink the potion. The witch may recite the first line of the spell to transform them, while the second half returns them to their true form (the second half is unknown to the reader). "Sic fiat" The spell roughly translates to ‘let it be’ in Latin. (Source: original potion, spell, and ritual)

The Witches Who Came Before

In Burning Yarrow, this title refers to witches in the coven who have passed on but can still deliver warnings and advice through mystic means. As witches in this story are immortal, for a witch to pass on they had to either purposefully move to another plane of existence or have met a very powerful and traumatic ending. Either road taken has led these witches to be incredibly wise and see beyond the limits of time and space.

Tarot Readings

A form of cartomancy, where a witch will use a deck of tarot cards to gain insight into the past, present, and future. (Origins: widely debated; proper referencing is beyond the scope of this Grimoire)

Transformation Hex

A complex spell. Please find this Grimoire listing here. (Origins: original potion, ritual, and spell)

Unhexing Spell

A complex spell with permanent results. Please find this Grimoire listing here. (Origins: original potion and ritual; spell wording adapted from the Suxen Banishment spell and Astarte Vanquishing spell from Charmed)

Vecna's Healing-to-Kill Spell

Combine echinacea, elecampane, rue, sweetgrass, and yarrow in a mortar and pestle to create a paste. While combining, recite the spell. Apply the potion directly onto the scars of Vecna's body while continuing to recite the spell. His skin and body will begin to heal, reverting him to his former self (i.e. 001/Henry) - a being much easier to kill by conventional violence and magic. “Seven years of cheated death, Felt deep pain but kept his breath. These plants I crush and bend to will, Impart my magic, Let me heal to kill.” (Origins: original potion and ritual; spell wording adapted from the Familiar Warlock Vanquishing Spell from Charmed)

Wiccan Rede

The Wiccan Rede is a statement that outlines the system of morality of paganism and other forms of witchcraft. The most common and well-known Rede is, "An ye harm none, do what ye will." (Origins: debated, source of one version here)

Witchfire

In the early 18th Century world of Burning Yarrow, a Romanian witch discovered/invented a method to gravely injure vampires, something previously impossible. Uttering the spell conjures a ball of flames, a.k.a. witchfire, in the palm of a witch's hand. The spell is Latin and roughly translates to, 'light of the sun will burn this evil.' "Lux solis urere hic malum" (Origins: this spell and lore are original pieces)

Witch's Gate

Also known as a forest gate. A circular doorway made of tree branches and sticks, that when passed through, offers safe travels. Once through it, the individual exists within a metaphorical bubble; the bubble will take them through the protected space untouchable to monsters and foes. After the structure is built, a circle of salt, sage, ground black cat bone, and mud is painted around it while the spell is recited. “Bloodline magic, far and wide, Enchant this doorway so friends may hide. Leaf and petal, wood and stone, Protect our friends, return them home.” (Origins: forest gates have been found across the globe for hundreds of years, their purpose is unknown; original potion; spell structure/wording inspired by the Enchantment Spell from Charmed)

Yarrow and Rue Healing Spell

The injured touches jasper and rue while a blue candle (for protection and spirituality) is lit. While the spell is recited, a sprig of yarrow is burnt. Let the candle burn entirely. "I hold you in my heart, and wrap you in my love. Heal thyself, dear friend, in this circle thereof. From earth I pulled this plant, as an offering I hope they receive. Health and hearth, and from sickness a reprieve." (Origins: original spell and ritual)

#Mine #Burning Yarrow #Witchcraft

[tio-trile]

Curious about your opinion on something. GO is one of my favorite books. I liked S1 well enough despite the annoying character differences. S2 was like…you know when you start reading a fanfic and halfway through you realize it’s bad, but not SO bad that you can get over the sunk costs, so you kind of lazily skimread to the end? That is S2 to me.

Anyway - I love Tennant & Sheen (Staged is the best show to come out of Good Omens) but while Sheen really sold the romance, I just did NOT get it from Tennant in S2. Some dialogue, sure, but the actual acting? Didn’t see it there. Which made the confession even more out of left field. Do you think that’s a deliberate character choice, bad writing/development, or just some lackluster acting (God forgive me)? Or another thing?

Like…if you wanna give me fanfic, give me horny fanfic. Feels like Sheen is the only one who Gets It. To me.

If a fanfic opened the same way as S2 did and called itself "canon-compliant" I straight up would not have continued reading it because that is not a setting or trope I enjoyed. I only finished the season because......it's Good Omens season 2 after all, and idk, I still had hope that that it'll get better or it'll wrap up nicely. (Look where we are now LOL) As to what you said about Tennant's performance -- I honestly didn't think there was anything wrong with the acting aspect of it? I think he did a similar job performing in season 2 as season 2, if not better. The qualms I had with the season were purely from the script and the dialogue that the actors were given.

#ask #anonymous #good omens critical #good omens season 2 #gos2 spoilers

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after having watched the TBOSAS movie twice, and reread the book partially since the last time i read it (4 years ago), i can make a conclusive statement:

the BOSAS movie is a good movie, not a good adaptation.

i understand that there are always issues in going from print to screen, but the main characters genuinely felt like different people. the nuance behind snow’s motivation and the corruption felt like it was lost in favour of a more “morally grey, misunderstood yt boy” vibe.

the costume design didn’t differentiate itself enough from the original movie, and to me, the move itself didn’t stand alone. if you only watched the movie, your idea of snow and other mcs would be vastly different than book canon, something i’m already seeing in the fanfic being written.

the highlights were definitely the soundtrack, cinematography, and zeglers performance.

i’ve got many social-political thoughts about the movie to write, probably on substack, but this is my current thought.

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird