#I love the idea of witch Keith
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In the mid-1990s the historian James Sharpe, who has died aged 77, wrote Instruments of Darkness, a book on witch-hunting in England that reopened a field of research that had been in the doldrums for a generation after the Welsh historian Keith Thomas’s brilliant Religion and the Decline of Magic (1971). Published in 1996, Jim’s book helped to make the study of British witchcraft what it is today: one of the most lively areas of historical writing.
Earlier historians had argued that whereas witch-hunting on the European continent was fantastical, dominated by beliefs about the devil, English witch-hunting was comparatively rational and down-to-earth, centred on beliefs about the practical harm that witches caused to people and animals. Jim showed that this was nonsense, and that English witch-hunting was also powered by fear of the devil and followed much the same pattern as many other European countries.
An archival hound, Jim surveyed every possible paper-trail in the course of his research, uncovering valuable sources for those who have come after him, including via his copious footnotes and bibliographies. In addition, he went to many conferences on the continent and made it his business to meet the leading scholars of crime and witchcraft, always developing the European dimension of his work.
He loved the detail – he was fascinated, for instance, by the phenomenon of familiars in English witchcraft, creatures who suckled on witches and carried out their bidding, one of the few features that do indeed set English witch-beliefs apart from the continent. He noted them all: Bid the ferret, a lamb, another creature that was carefully kept in a basket with wool, and a white-spotted cat ominously named Sathan.
Perhaps his most appealing book is his history of Anne Gunter, published in 2000, about a 17th-century girl who claimed to be possessed but was unmasked as a fraud. It is a classic of its kind, a marvellous micro-study that reveals the inner world of an unhappy individual who found herself used for other people’s agendas and who, Jim argued, just wanted love and attention. The book, Bewitching of Anne Gunter, explores the mindsets of the doctors, ministers of religion and even the monarch himself, James I, who did not believe Anne’s stories.
As Jim was well aware, at another level it is also a story about fathers – and patriarchal figures of all kinds – who fail their children. It is a gripping read, with lots of humour, and along the way speculates on the origins of football. In the style of a 17th-century broadside Jim gave the book the wonderful sub-title, A Horrible and True Story of Deception, Witchcraft, Murder and the King of England – wording that led the Bavarian State Library in Munich to refuse twice to buy it, on the grounds that it simply could not be an academic book.
Jim followed up with Dick Turpin: the Myth of the English Highwayman (2004), another fantastic read, and then A Fiery and Furious People: a History of Violence in England (2016), which upturned the idea of the peaceable phlegmatic English character.
This was a return to earlier preoccupations, for Jim started out as a historian of crime. From 1983 on he wrote a series of path-breaking books on the history of crime in the British Isles in the 16th and 17th centuries, inspiring others to follow in his wake.
In a field dominated by Tudor and Stuart monarchs and their courts, Jim brought ordinary people into history, in all their variety, by showing just what could be done with court records of crime. These rich sources have revolutionised how we write history because they take us as close as we can to the voices of the lower classes in the past, and Jim was one of the first to realise this.
Jim was born in Lewisham, south-east London, to James, a labourer, and Margaret, a cleaner. At Colfe’s school, in Blackheath, he won a place at Oxford University, where he did a history degree and then a doctorate under Thomas’s supervision. He spent all his career, from 1973, as a history lecturer at the University of York, where he was a marvellous and generous teacher and rose to be professor before retirement in 2016.
York became the go-to place for social history, with the three Jims, Jim Walvin, Jim McMillan and Jim Sharpe, all doing exciting new work on slavery, women’s history and crime respectively. He adored teaching and had a wonderful line in dry humour; his students all knew how proud he was of them.
He is survived by his wife, Krista (nee Cowman), whom he married in 1993, and their children, Guy and Freddie.
🔔 James Anthony Sharpe, historian, born 9 October 1946; died 13 February 2024
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Writing Patterns
Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!
Tagged by: @doggernaut and @montrealmadison my besties!!! I am so touched!!!!! and aren't we lucky that I just hit 10 posted fics?? And because I can't stop yapping, I put a little note about each of them.
austin (check, please!, bitty/jack)
"Jack comes to Georgia like a summer thunderstorm."
(this one is alternately titled 'I went through a lot of breakups last year and got into country line dancing and it shows')
call of the champions (check, please!, lardo/camilla)
"It’s Lardo and her board."
(THE FUCKING FIC. I AM SO PROUD OF HER. and also I bought a sick salt late city 2002 olympics leather jacket because of it and it's basically my whole personality)
creation myth (check, please!, bitty/jack)
"It goes like this."
(this is me and @montrealmadison's magnum opus, and I learned how to bind books just to immortalize it)
sloshed with gold (check, please!, bitty/jack)
"Jack’s phone starts ringing halfway through his Tuesday morning jog."
(if you like nhl!bitty and photographer!jack, she's your jam. not sure if I will ever like the way I wrote this one but eyyyyyy it exists)
rocket man (voltron, keith/lance)
"The fireflies were flickering above Keith’s dark hair to light the path. He stood on the porch as Lance looked out from the doorway. There was a moment of silence. “You will help me keep him here this time, won’t you?” he asked."
(I won't apologize for voltron. I am too far past the shame. i wrote a paper on voltron queerbaiting and it got me into college. I owe her everything.)
season of the witch (check, please!, bitty/jack)
"Sometimes, Bitty gets carried away with baking."
(um fun fact there's apparently been a typo in the first line of this one for the last THREE YEARS ?????? its fixed now but dear god. I would delete this if it didn't have the second most hits of any check please fic i've written. I cant reread it it makes me want to die.)
don't waste another mile or minute (not kissing me) (voltron, keith/lance)
"Light. An unusual amount of light. Keith throws his elbow over his face as he peels his eyes open, wincing as the sun blasts through an open window."
(an OLD banger that I wrote at my first internship because it was so boring. some clever lines but my writing has improved tenfold since 2018)
and all I can taste is this moment (voltron, adam/shiro)
"There is absolutely nothing like flying, Takashi Shirogane, sixteen, almost-professional pilot, assumes. He assumes because he hasn’t been allowed to fly (yet), but if the simulator gives him any idea of what flight is like, Shiro is going to be hungry for it for the rest of his life."
(my magnum opus before creation myth, and the longest thing I've ever written (48k). yall ever yolo on a rarepair and write a biblically accurate cold war fic? no? just me? ok.)
last sunrise in the wasteland (voltron, keith/lance)
"The first time that Keith kisses Lance, the sky is the color of cotton candy. "
(this is my fic with the most hits which is great except there's a softcore porn scene in it I forgot about and subsequently subjected my grandpa to when he was reading it and making edits for me. so now it makes me want to die a little thinking about that. no he never brought it up.)
In my veins (carry on, baz/simon)
"On the worst day, Baz wakes up in Simon’s arms, the cursed tattoo glaring at him in the morning sunshine. Simon is still passed out, body curled into Baz, chestnut curls bouncing with each heady breath. The mark bitten onto his neck from the night before flashing like a highway sign on his neck."
(once someone bookmarked this with the tag 'out of character' and it has haunted me every single fucking day since I read that. WHY DID THEY BOOKMARK IT IF THEY DIDN'T LIKE IT. sorry it drives me crazy. I DONT UNDERSTAND.)
Tagging (no pressure, and anyone else can also jump in!): @justlookfrightened @bittysthesis @chaoskiro @zimbits-my-love @parseisflat @a-very-gay-disaster @dessertwaffles
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Ikemen Prince as Wicked Songs
For better or worse, I felt inspired and now we have this thing where I go on too long about Clavis and spoil a bunch of routes.
Major spoilers for Clavis, Leon, Licht, Luke, Gilbert
Jin - Dancing Through Life
Jin shows a pretty shallow front at first and prefers not to treat things seriously. While his goals are serious, his methods (such as dragging Belle around town and flirting with women as part of his lessons as her tutor) are light-hearted and fun.
Chevalier - For Good
His whole route is about him meeting Belle halfway, of him warming just a bit to the people around him and letting someone into his heart. Belle's presence in his life has changed Chev for good - rather than dismissing the needs and desires of his people, he begins to listen to them and becomes a more well-rounded ruler.
Clavis - Defying Gravity
Clavis has decided not to play by others' rules in just about every respect and is constantly pushing his limits. Rather than being a good and responsible prince by anyone's definition, Clavis is willing to help individuals at the expense of the safety of the country as a whole. In his desire to surpass Chev, he has pioneered and innovated in multiple fields including pharmacology, mechanical engineering, and chemistry. And just look at this man's food. He's all about defying people’s ideas of what’s possible.
Leon - Wonderful
A simple fit - Leon was born a slave and was one day thrust into the royal family. He started from nothing and was suddenly given a family and put into an environment where people treated him well and with respect.
Yves - Popular
Makes me think of the times when Yves dresses Belle up all fancy to go or do anything. He knows all about how to look good so that hopefully... people will like you better.
Licht - No Good Deed
Angst angst angst. He saved his brother at the cost of his mother's life and will never forgive himself for it.
Nokto - As Long As You're Mine
Nokto starts out not believing in love or that he is deserving of happiness. Through his route Belle is able to show him what he's been missing. ;)
Luke - March of the Witch Hunters
Just as the witch hunters hunt Elphaba for a "greater good" and for personal reasons, Luke wants to take down the royal family for democracy (according to the anti-monarchy faction) and to avenge the death of his sister.
Rio - I'm Not That Girl
Just Rio pining for Emma in every route and suppressing his feelings...
Sariel - A Sentimental Man
We all know Sariel is the dad of the group, and he does his best to raise up those who are under his care until they are capable of standing on their own.
Silvio - What Is This Feeling
Silvio shows dislike towards most people, but Rio has a special loathesome place in his heart. <3
Keith - One Short Day
I had a lot of difficulty thinking of something for Keith, but this one made me think of how he enjoyed his visits to Rhodolite as a child.
Gilbert - No One Mourns the Wicked
"Are people born wicked, or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?" Gilbert makes himself the bad guy in order to rid the world of malicious and greedy rulers. In his route it seems he's been alone, the greatest villain, for so long he no longer knows what it means to feel lonely. And in the end, he's content to die alone and reviled for the sake of a greater future. One can also draw a parallel between Elphaba's being born green and Gilbert being born sickly, as they were both largely dismissed by their families for this.
#ikemen prince#ikepri#jin grandet#chevalier michel#clavis lelouch#leon dompteur#yves kloss#licht klein#nokto klein#luke randolph#rio ortiz#sariel noir#silvio ricci#keith howell#gilbert von obsidian#ikepri spoilers
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I am very much interested in your fantasy AU with Oliver as centaur that talk with the fairies Bea and Maeve this brought to me 2 question 🤔
1 Which fantasy creature do you see Julie as ?
2 Which fantasy creature do you see Keith as ? How he will interact with Maeve like how they will meet in this AU ?
Ofc I am sorryto bother like I don't want to barge in or something I am merely attracted by that theme I adored way too much inspired also by the gorgeous drawing made by Ana of your two lovely fairies 😍
I wish you a wonderful day ❤❤
Hey, Julie!! You're not bothering at all!! Please, feel free to join us in our Fantasy AU! Everyone's welcome 🤗 I think it would be wonderful if we could make it a big fantasy universe for our OCs!
For Julie, she can be fairy too (who helps the bees collecting nectar to make honey), or a witch who lives in the woods (and bakes honey cakes), or maybe some sort of magical human (who loves honey lol). What do you think makes more sense for her? Feel free to draw inspiration from a fairy tale or mythological story to imagine the creature she could be in this universe!
As for Keith, I don't know if I'm going overboard here but I imagine him as a prince cursed by the evil sorcerer Fernan, who tried to create a wicked double of Keith and then turned the nice one into a stag to get rid of him. The stag got lost in the woods and ended up getting hurt by hunters, but luckily, fairy Maeve was able to protect him and nurse him back to health. She didn't know he was a prince at first, but as time goes by she starts to realize he was not a normal stag and ends up helping him in his quest against Fernan. Meanwhile, Fernan, who thought he would be able to control wicked Keith as a puppet, is actually having a hard time with him because the prince has such a pure heart even his wicked double cannot be conquered by evil, but the sorcerer will only be defeat when nice and wicked Keith combine their forces.
Oof, I hope this crazy idea I just came up with makes sense lol
Thanks for the ask, dear 🥰
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I HAVE IDEAS BUT I NEED HELP
okay so magical au for voltron!
would keith be a witch/magicion/sorcer, or a vampire or a werewolf?
and lance? what would he be? vampire or werewolf or wizard something?
what do you think about the others???
just something that popped into my head hehe
have a great timezone!
Oh my god I'm sorry for going out of order but 'have a great timezone' is the first thing I looked at. I love that so much and it's possible that I might steal it if I remember to in the future.
You know what? I will always be weak for witch/wizard Lance and his cat familiar Keith. It's one of my favorite au's ever. I guess it could go the other way around too, but Lance is obviously some kind of large, excitable dog/wolf.
If we're keeping that theme for the others, then Pidge would be a bird of any kind and Hunk is their witch/wizard. Shiro could arguably go either way, but he must be with Adam.
Or or or you could do the vampire and werewolf ship thing which is used a lot but only because it's so good.
AND DO NOT EVER FORGET.
CENTAURS.
BOTH OF THEM. Centaurs are so fun.
I hope I was helpful : )
And I wish a wonderful timezone back at you!!!!!!
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OC-tober Day 27: Monster
Knowing that I wouldn't have time to draw something, I spent the day wondering what I could possibly write for this prompt. I knew I was interested by it - I had a few ideas, but they weren't necessarily realistic to execute right now. My most solid idea featured my dear Artémis, but I'm pretty sure I already wrote about it before - and if I write about it again, I'd rather put a lot of care into it.
And then I remembered I started off this challenge by talking about my OCs rather than systematically writing for them, so I'll take the simple and silly route.
Earlier this month, you may have noticed I drew Benjamin as a mermaid. (Go give it some love! I'm not usually good at palette challenges, and I think I did well this time. Also I wish I could grab him by the waist and throw him over the roof.)
This is from an AU I have had in mind for a while in which the Murder Fabrication cast gets turned into different fantasy creatures. As of the last time I conceptualised this AU, the options for different creatures were very few. I'm considering having a second AU with many similarities but still enough differences to tell a different story, and that would include only having one human character and at least one more creechur.
In this AU, there are three powerless humans who are trying to survive, in danger at the hands of everyone else. The ultimate goal is for everyone to survive until they can find a way to turn back into humans, but will they manage to?
Those are not necessarily monsters... we're going by a very loose definition of the term for the sake of this post. Here are everyone's roles:
Jan, Chloe and Ciel as Vampires.
Those three struggle to accept that they now have to feed off the blood of the humans. Will they consent to donating? If they were to actually bite the humans, they would turn into vampires themselves, which would of course mean less humans. In the end, they might turn out to be the friendliest to the humans, whose blood they need to survive. The vampires can turn into bats, but they have poor vision and they struggle to get a hang of flying. They do not need to eat regular food.
Andi, Isabella and Mina as Witches.
The witches are pretty comfortable, powerful and their survival mostly comes down to finding food and minding their own businesses. Though they could be useful allies, they're scattered around the map and hard to run into. They'll only help you if they want to.
Benjamin and Alice as Mermaids.
Behind their pretty and innocent appearances, the mermaids have violent urges and should be avoided at all costs. To the most tortured mermaid, this comes against their will. They're unlikely to target other creatures, but they should be kept as far away from humans as possible. Thankfully, they can only live underwater. Still, their charms might lure you in...
Noah, Lois and Oscar as Werewolves.
The werewolves are the most dangerous enemy. It would be a shame if this world could be manipulated to make every night a full moon [...] because they are aggressive, mindless creatures, and they are big. They are constantly purchasing the humans and are likely to cause collateral damage. During the day, they live in hiding, and God knows what goes through their minds.
Akiro, Chris and Keith as Humans.
They are completely powerless and everyone is a threat to them. Good luck 👍
Word is out that there needs to be at least one surviving human for the game to end as it should.
...Is anyone missing? Did anyone see them yet? Well, we'll probably run into them at some point.
This AU starts off within a regular setting for Murder Fabrication Chapter 1. The friendships formed throughout the story may be very similar to those formed within the main story, and some may have already started - but the characters' differing forms will impose many different dynamics, and for some of them to be unable to be together.
I don't really know what else to say, though I would be happy to discuss what people think of the potential dynamics at play here, pushing me to Drop Hints, Tell Some Stories and Giggle To Myself.
By the way, completely unrelated, but some time ago I Tweeted this mysterious list.
What it means? Nothing to do with my Fantasy AU, but everything to do with Backstreet Boys - Everybody (Backstreet's Back), but make it Murder Fabrication.
Maybe I should have drawn that.
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If Spencer is Spider-Man, do you have any ideas on who in the Smosh crew would be certain Marvel heroes?
okay SO. i have been thinking ab this a little bit, bc i would like to expand the spidey au universe to other heroes. BUT im not gonna talk ab what im gonna do with the spidey au (spoilers lads <3). instead im gonna talk ab vibes. who do i think these people could be hypothetically! there's like one spoiler in here but otherwise none of this has anything to do with the canon for my spidey-spencer-verse.
also i wanna say before i get into this - DISCLAIMER: idk jack shit ab comics and i don't keep up with mcu anymore so. we're flying blind baby! i am making shit up as i go!
amanda: @blandview and i talked ab this and i think we came to a few conclusions: either she'd be black widow yelena OR she'd be an anti-hero of some kind. think elektra, think black cat... yeah she's got options.
angela: okay blandview also suggested this one: kate bishop hawkeye. we are taking no criticisms at this time.
anthony: god...... i could go so many directions but my heart longs to make him a villain/anti-hero. he's so morally gray-coded imo. magneto perhaps. other options are loki and wolverine.
arasha: there's so many options here too but i kind of like miss america for her i think!!
chanse: i mean he's miles morales. spencer is peter parker and he is miles morales end of sentence. BUT if i had to pick a non-spidey option, probably wiccan. i wanna give him magic powers so sue me!! oh or maybe iron lad. those are my faves for him
courtney: SO captain marvel coded for many many reasons. like i don't even think i need to explain this one tbh
damien: okay im thinking of making him part of the hero verse in the spidey fic so i am seriously considering this one... on the one hand like. cyclops. he is so classic x-men to me. daredevil could be fun and sexy for him. oh OR the hulk bc he's bruce banner-coded.
ian: so ive got some ops here: to match anthony. professor x. obviously. OR ant-man. do you see my vision. he looks like that.
jackie: scarlet witch was my first thought! mostly bc i could see her tearing apart the universe for love tbh (i did not watch wandavision but that trope sticks with me)
keith: does keith even want to be part of this. no probably not. maybe gambit or star-lord?? i literally cannot picture him doing this non-reluctantly and that's clouding my vision i think DKNGKNGK
kimmy: specifically jane forester thor perhaps. dazzler or jubilee could be fun for her too!!
noah: out of Everyone, noah is voted most likely to be deadpool imo. i could also see him as quicksilver bc little shit (affectionate)
shayne: i mean. thats captain america. look at him. once again i am done speaking thats it.
tommy: god... tommy is the toughest one. he's so normie in a hero world to me. like 'same shit as always' going to work while everyone out there being insane. angel?? he's also kinda x-men coded to me. otherwise....... winter soldier? i'll be real i got Nothin for that one chief.
anyway hope this was not too much of a disaster love ya bye xxx
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Chibi watches V3D 12
Another night of Voltron: The Third Dimension!
Sorry for skipping last night, had an online get together to celebrate a friend's birthday and that was more important than Voltron.
Anyway! Without further ado, here we go!
Listening and hearing the ethereal Alfor voice… does he have the same voice actor as Lotor? Does Tim Curry play him, too?
Looking it up, I was right! There’s just something about Tim Curry’s voice that makes him easy to pinpoint at time, y’know?
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA! WHAT THE QUIZNAK!?!?!!?
Alfor was telling a tale of how he faced a great foe, this guardian spoke to him, and looking into the eyes of a dragon, he left it in chains. Okay, back in Dracotron, it was was said of ancient magic being used but… Unless there are more dragons left in chains in the universe, could it be probable that ancient stories were wrong and Alfor trapped that dragon mech!? I mean, something about it feels amazingly right.
And there goes Alfor’s memorial. Ouch. Dudes, I get you’re pirates, but seriously, have you any respect for the dead?
Oh great, now Haggar’s here. And counting on the Alfor ghost. Now that’s a witch with no respect for the dead.
“Just think of me as your friendly ghostbuster.” I love the reference. But Haggar? Friendly you are not.
And now I’m worried because this episode is called “Dark Heart”. Initially I thought she’d corrupt the others, but… she’s striking Alfor. Oh boy…
“Your father once stole my heart.” Wait… what?! Haggar, did you once have a thing for Alfor?
“You were so dashing when you were young, Alfor.” Oh yeah. She definitely had a thing for Alfor. That’s something I didn’t expect.
Oh…. She’s gonna put Alfor in a robeast. Hoo boy.
Though. Haggar having her own memorial for Alfor. Lady? You are hung up on this man.
Oh hey! The lion claw returns! It’s nice to see it appear again. Makes it a bit more important and not just a plot device for one episode.
“Now me? I always follow orders.” Lance’s sassy tone. I love it.
Oh snap! Young Haggar!? Holy crow! I mean… She looks so nice!
OH SHIT! She ended up being with Zarkon?! OH SHIT! Does that mean it’s possible in this version she’s Lotor’s mother?! Is this where VLD got the idea of Haggar (Honerva) being with Zarkon!?!?!?!
But. I’mma be honest. I kinda like how young Haggar looks in this show more than she did when shown in Fleet of Doom.
Have you ever been so corrupted and pissed that you took one lion and smacked them with another lion? Robeast-Alfor apparently has. And. There’s something actually funny about that.
Almost fifteen minutes in and I wonder if they’re gonna use the lion claw to help cleanse Alfor’s heart and get him out of that robeast.
Oh hey, guardian voice. History repeats itself.
HAH! I love Allura just shutting off her comms to ignore Keith.
Oh hey, love and a gemstone from Alfor’s monument helped. I was wrong about the lion claw.
Oh snap, Voltron can take off their wings to create a sort of boomerang. Wowza.
I almost felt sorry for Haggar but… her vendetta against Arus because of the past making her so bitter….
Oh well.
Also, Allura in a dress. That’s new. I kinda wish they’d let us have the others in other outfits, too.
Watching this show, I will be honest. Some things are just… off. But some of the space aesthetics? Beautiful. I just love space backgrounds. And the purple in this episode? Right up my alley!
Anyway, that's all for the night.
Until next time!
#chibi watches#chibi watches v3d#voltron the third dimension#v3d#chibi writes#no one warned me that haggar was so beautiful before she was corrupted
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I’ll be home for Christmas pt 3
Last of the series! I loved writing this as I enjoyed being domestic and true to what many families go though during the holidays. I was also debating on if I should have him come home After Christmas, but everyone wants a happy ending so here it is, enjoy and Merry Christmas!
Warnings: none, General fluff, mention of spicy time, Just Overall, squishy, domestic fluff
(Y/n) lay on her bed, looking though her phone at the list of things she had to get done today. Last minute gifts for the family, make the eggnog for the Christmas Eve party, finish wrapping presents, buy groceries, and house clean. (Y/n) closed her notes and looked at the Home Screen, a picture of Johnny and her last Christmas playing in the snow. It had been a particularly cold winter and snow had fallen. The two of you were playing in the snow. He had thrown a snowball at (y/n) as she made a feeble attempt to catch the snowball, witch had splattered all over her. Laughter could be seen by the two. The photo was taken by Johnny’s cousin.
(Y/n) smiled as she recalled the memories. She hoped Johnny was well and ok. Finally deciding that it was time to get up, (y/n) got dressed and made her way downstairs where she saw Eilidh drinking coffee. “Good mornen love” the older woman smiled. “Good morning! Where’s Keith?”
“Oh he is doing his own running around.” Eilidh shook her head, “left early too.”
“Oh bummer. Are we still good to go shopping today?” (Y/n) asked.
Eilidh shook her head. “I’ve got to take Johnny’s nephew to the doctors, his mother is going to get presents for the kids. I’m sorry love.” She gave a sad smile.
“No no! It’s alright! I got my list and I will be back home before everyone else probably.” (Y/n) chuckled as she made her coffee. “Do you need anything while I’m out?”
“Nope but I will text you if I do.” Jonny’s mother responded. “When are you going to go?” She asked
“Probably after I have my coffee” She shrugged.
“Good idea, git there befer the traffic.” Eilidh nodded. “I hate how busy it can get this time o’ yer”
“Same” (y/n) chuckled.
After some time (y/n) made her way into town, to do the shopping. (Y/n) walked around the many Isles picking up and collecting things that she would need for later on. Christmas Eve was coming tomorrow and she wanted to make sure everything was ready to go. She was just about ready to head to the cash register when she received a text from Eilidh. ‘Hey sorry. I do have a small list I need to pick up. Can you do it for me?’
(Y/n) sighed and texted back ‘sure! Send it over.’ Shopping was never fun bye herself. She preferred to go with somebody, she preferred to go with Johnny, but Johnny wasn’t going to make it she feared. How could he? The list came in. Just a handful of items easy to grab and quickly go. Within a few more minutes she was able to collect all the things that she needed and made her way back to the cashier with another 20 minutes of scanning. Once everything was loaded into her car she made her way back home.
‘I’ll be home for Christmas’ was playing on the radio. It seemed to be the song that kept echoing around more so this time of the year. ‘I bet Johnny is thinking about it too’ (y/n) thought to herself. She wondered what the army did for people who were overseas during the holidays. Did they get a special holiday meal or some form of Sunday service? Did they get the day off? She didn’t know. Rarely did she dive into Johnny’s life in the army. She knew his friends, his battle buddies as he would call them, and she knew a few terms that he would use on a frequent basis with certain terms meant just so that she could stay in a somewhat understanding anytime he was talking to one of his Conrads. But 9 times out of 10 (y/n) Didn’t get herself involved that much. She didn’t want him to think about work while he was at home with his family.
Coming home, finally, after nearly four hours of shopping and driving, (y/n) made it to Johnny’s parents home were she had been staying and helping to decorate. (Y/n) noted Keith was back by his car being in the driveway. Smoke puffed out of the chimney. She got out of the car and grabbed what bags she could carry and made her way to the door.
Opening the door she called out from the foyer “Hey guys I’m home!” (Y/n) walked into the kitchen with the groceries, “Hey can someone help me with the bags, I got a few more in the trunk.” I said
“I can help with tha’” a deep Accented voice approached from behind her. (Y/n) spun around and saw Jonny standing there, smiling at her “hello Lass did you miss meh?” (Y/n)’s eyes glistened with tears as she jumped into his arms “what kind of a crazy question is that you twat”
Johnny laughed, “I missed ye so much” he rocked her back and forth.
“I was afraid you weren’t going to make it”
“Aye, so did I bonne, but I am here now. Da’ got me from tha’ airport this mornin’”
“So your mom and dad knew you were coming, and I’m over here worried sick that you were injured or worse, killed.”
“Ah Lass! They hav’ te stab me a hundred times befer’ I go doon.” Johnny kissed (y/n) passionately and smiled at her “Ga I missed ye so much!”
“I still got the groceries in the car.”
“Let meh help ye with tha’” Johnny got on his coat and shoes and opened the door for (y/n).
That night after dinner and the family was watching football, Johnny was holding onto (y/n), gently rubbing her back with one hand and occasionally kissing her neck. His other fingers entwined with hers as the two nestled underneath a thick, wool blanket. Johnny occasionally whispered “I love ye” and called her all the pet names she loved.
“Christmas eve is tomorrow… are you excited to see everyone?” (Y/n) asked as she nuzzled into his body.
“Aye. It will be nice to see tha’ wee babes.”
“We best get to sleep then. Or I am not going to have any energy for tomorrow.” (Y/n) yawned witch earned her a bunch of wet kisses from her boyfriend.
“I agree.”
The two went up to (y/n)‘s room she had been staying in. Johnny had already had his gear in there at the foot of the bed but he paid no mind to it. “Lass… I want ye” he groaned as Johnny kissed the back of her neck.
“Well Sargent, what are you waiting for?” (Y/n) teased.
That night the two became too tired in the morning.
Sunlight filtered into the room as (y/n) felt something stroking her back. Johnny, who was already awake smiled at (y/n) as she shuffled over to the other side to face him.
“Good mor’n” Johnny kissed (y/n) gently and brought her close to his bare body.
“Morning~” (y/n) yawned and kissed her boyfriend.
“Did ye sleep good?” He asked, stroking his beloved’s cheek.
“What little sleep I did have yes.” (Y/n) chuckled and buried her face in the crook of his neck.
“Ah I know Lass, but we got a busy day ahead of us, tis Christmas Eve und I want ta spend it with my Bonnie Lass and family.” His thick Gaelic coming out strong and deep as his voice was still sleepy.
“But I just wanna sleep.” (Y/n) muffled then sighed.
“Alright, five moe minutes.” Johnny rolled his eyes and laughed.
Five minutes turned into thirty, which then later on turned into an hour because the two had continue to doze on and off, only to wake up fully when Keith knocked on the door asking if they were ever going to come out. Johnny called back to inform his father that they would be down in a bit.
“ I guess tha’s our Queue, Lass” he kissed his girlfriend’s lips gently before sitting up and giving out a big stretch. Y/n could not help but to stare at the way his back muscles rippled, as he pulled his arms up.
“Like wha ya see Lass?” He checked behind him to see (y/n) staring.
“Oh hell yah. You look good” she blushed as she too sat up.
“Well you’re tha one that I loove lookn’ at.” Johnny chuckled as he took a long glance at (y/n)’s naked body “you’re breathtakingly beautiful.” He leaned behind to give her another kiss “It was so ‘ard te leave ya behind. I missed ye so mooch.”
“It was hard for me too. I was worried something happened or worse.” The thought made her shiver.
“Ah Lass I’ll always come back te ye.” Johnny smiled “I already told ye tha’”
Y/n nodded and stood up “right! I got a crap ton of things I got to do.” She smiled “wanna help me my Gaelic sergeant?”
“Aye!” He got up quickly and followed in suit.
Christmas Eve Knights in the family was gather together for a pre-Christmas party. Cousins and their children, the little nieces and nephews running around laughing and giggling as they still cookies and bits of food from the kitchen as the grandparents would scold and chase them out only to have them return once again. Johnny was currently drinking scotch and in a conversation with one of his cousins about a recent rugby match, though, he would glance ever so often on his girlfriend to make sure she was there. It was silly, he knew, but he felt better knowing that he could see (y/n).
(Y/n), on the other hand, was in the kitchen cleaning dishes. The food was about to be served soon and everyone was getting ready. She had made a casserole that her mom had made at large family gatherings.
Keith called from the dining hall, “Alright everyone! Foods ready ta eat!” All the family stopped what they were doing and made there way to the massive dinner table and sat down, the kids had there own table to sit at. (Y/n) was about to pull up a chair when Johnny swooped in from behind to do it for her “my lady” he gave a slight bow. (Y/n) laughed lightly and sat down. Johnny carefully scooted her in and sat next to her.
“Alright! Let’s say grace.” Keith announced. The family bowed there heads as Keith led the family in prayer. With a final Amen, everyone dug into the food.
Laughter and talking could be heard as the family made jokes, told stories, and debated about the political issues in Scotland. (Y/n) was talking to one of the members when she felt her knee get bumped by her boyfriend. She bumped back and the two continued this for a while.
After dinner the family went back into the living room to enjoy dessert. The kids and adults were aloud to look into there stockings as tradition in the McTavish household. (Y/n) was sitting on Johnny’s lap as she was handed her stocking by Eilidh. Some pretty earrings, some of her favorite chocolate, a necklace, a gift card to her favorite book store and a black box. (Y/n) oped the black box and gasped. There nestled in the center was, a beautiful ring. The ring was simple but elegant. A Diamond in the center With two smaller gems that were her birthstones. Followed by four smaller diamonds on each side, it was very simple but beautiful.
(Y/n) looked at Johnny as he set her off his lap and got down on one knee and held her hand “ I wanted ta give this ta ye tomorrow, but I missed ye so much I knew that’ I couldn’t wait much moe’.” Johnny’s eyes glistened slightly and his hands were shaking, but his voice was strong and clear. (Y/n) (Y/l/n), will ye share with meh, your future, hopes, and dreams? Will you marry meh?” it felt like time had stopped and nothing mattered everyone held their breath and looked at the two expectantly “YES! YES YES YES!” (Y/n) threw her arms around her Now Scottish fiancé and peppered his face with kisses as he held on tightly to her letting a few tears slip from his eyes. “Ah Lass ye make me the happiest man in tha’ world!” He picked her up and spun her around the room as everyone clapped and cheered, and congratulated The two.
A bottle of champagne was opened. Johnny‘s male cousins and other relatives were clapping him on the back and congratulating him, while the females were all gathered around marveling at the beautiful ring that was now adorning (y/n)’s ring finger. Johnny looked at his beautiful fiancé, Nothing in this world seem to matter. He would be marrying the love of his life, after three years of carefully considering. He looked forward to starting this new life with his bride to be.
#soap x reader#johnny soap mactavish#cod x reader#cod x you#x reader#fluff#part 3 of 3#merry christmas
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new infected idea x L4d2 au
I've seen a few Au's where one or more of there survivors are infected on this site and I wanted to give it a shot too!
But I've got a little twist to it! I also had a Idea for a special infected and I decided it mix them together because why not?
May I introduce, the mimics!
NOT THAT KIND OF MIMIC!
Much like the witch, these infected trick unsuspecting survivor into think someone else is alive. then make it so neither of them are.
Instead of crying they speak, not properly mind you, they call out for help or mimic overhead conversations, hence the name. But the infection still had damaged them severely, despite the mimicry they don't understand human speech.
You can catch them out by asking them a question, any question. if they answer back, they're human. if not, it's time to run.
Mimic's look a lot like the average common infected, but with eyes that are red like the witches. They only have a little more health than a common does, but like the commons they come in packs.
Here's where the infected au comes into play.
In this au the genes that make you immune are different altogether. Instead of being carriers the survivors we know and love are now apart of the hoard that they feared so much.
They never made it to the evacuations because they didn't live to the point we see them in game.
CEDA's theory on their existence is that people who died on in groups with people they knew had a more likely chance to become mimics, but how much truth there is in that claim is unknown.
Apart from conversations that we know of, here's what each Mimic says
~Nick and Francis complain most of the time, go figure.
~Ellis, even as a zombie, rambles about his buddy Keith. (not that he remembers him anymore)
~Rochelle mostly has humour and motivational words of encouragement.
~Coach talks about food a lot, he also has motivational speeches.
~Bill yells out military terms, (this trips up the most living people.)
~Louis has his good feels and positivity (yes, he says pills here too...)
~Zoey also has humour, but has horror movie references as well.
If people like the idea, I'll write a fanfic about it. But, I'm not on any fanfiction sites so it'll have to be here only.
eyesoverinfinity out!
#l4d louis#left 4 dead#left 4 dead 2#valve#l4d2#l4d#l4d2 rochelle#l4d zoey#l4d2 au#l4d bill#l4d Francis#coach l4d2#l4d2 nick#l4d2 ellis#witch l4d#l4d au
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Bayonetta Recap - Part 2
I - Characters
A - Humans
Máni, Umbran warlock
- Contracted demon : Baphomet (see below)
- Weapons : "The Sound of Silence" (a set of four guns : "Touch", "Disturb", "Echo" and "Whisper") ; "Lionheart" (a demonic sword, powered by the hell-twisted soul of a warmongering king) ; "Fenris" (Máni's equivalent to Durga and Undine*, a set of elemental, claw-like weapons imbued with the devastating powers of the twin demon wolves Sköll and Hati (see below)) ; "Incubus" (a whip, powered by the infernal essence of Lust ; it won’t leave the enemy indifferent... :3 ) ; a chainsaw (I don’t know about its name yet, but unlike Salamandra from the second game, this one would be wielded two-handedly, like an actual chainsaw)
* Note that while I conceive most of his weapons as parallels to Bayonetta’s own arsenal, they would not be simple palette swaps like Jeanne’s. They would all have their own design and specificities. Heck, I don’t really like how most of Jeanne’s weapons are merely recolours of Cereza’s, so if this was an actual game, I would probably give her her own arsenal too...
- Animal forms : Lion ; Vulture ; Honey Bee* ; (moray ?) Eel
* I know that, technically speaking, bees are mostly females, but a) this is a magical transformation so it doesn’t have to make sense, b) it would actually make for an interesting commentary on Máni’s position as a male member of a predominantly feminine clan, and c) the prospect of my Umbra boy turning into an adorably fluffy swarm of bees overrules any objection you might have anyway. :p
- I ultimately chose to name him after the Scandinavian god of the Moon. Since a lot of things and characters in the Bayonetta universe are named in reference to Norse mythology, one of the few pantheons in the world where the personification of the Moon is traditionally regarded as male, it was too much of a perfect fit for me to not name my Umbra boy as such.
- Messy and rather short black hair (I considered giving him some kind of fluffy ponytail, or maybe a Keith-like mullet, but I’m not sure) ; eyes of gold
- Physically, I imagine him as a reasonably fit and manly kind of guy. I think that the technical term for what I would like him to look like is a twunk. :3 Not too buff, but not a femboy either. Not that I dislike curvaceous men, but I feel like making him too feminine would kind of betray the point of a male Umbra Witch, if that makes any sense.
- Of course, he would still fight with all the flamboyance and sensuality of a proud inheritor of the Umbra will. :3
- In terms of clothes, he would obviously be wearing the same kind of skin-tight catsuit as Bayo and Jeanne, but I must admit that I don’t really have any idea regarding the details. Colour-wise, I think that he would stick to black leather (well, Umbra Witches’ clothes are technically made of hair, but you catch my drift) with gold accents and ornaments. It may not be particularly original, but I love how it looks. All in all, I kind of imagine him wearing an outfit similar to the one that Chat Noir wears in Miraculous Ladybug. It’s just a mental placeholder, of course, but I guess that it at least gives you a point of reference...
- Speaking of Chat Noir though, I must say that I really like the idea of the collar bell. I could definitely picture Máni wearing something similar. I like to think that his esthetic would be a little more punkish than Cereza’s, so maybe he could even have the bell attached to a spiked collar. It would certainly make for an amusing contrast between ferocious and adorable... I don’t know if I’ll actually commit to the idea - as far as imagination goes, that is -, but I thought it was worth mentioning. I mean, it would certainly fit his character as I envision it. He is a (big) cat boy, after all. (Then again, it would probably not work so well when he transforms into a lion, since the collar and the bell would basically be swallowed by the fluff of his mane. Admittedly though, nobody said that he would have to wear them in all his forms...)
- At the very least, I’d like him to wear a pair of fingerless leather gloves. With sharp and impeccably manicured (and maybe even painted) claw-like nails. I mean, it’s not because I said that I don’t want him to come off as too feminine that he cannot take care of himself. :p (I’m still on the fence about the guyliner, though. I love it in theory, but I’m not sure it would actually suit him all that much...)
- In addition to the gloves, he would probably also wear spiked bracelets, in accordance with the aforementioned punk esthetic...
- At this point, I’m starting to wonder if I might be subconsciously trying to make him look like (the) Rum Tum Tugger, and now that I’m saying it out loud, I could totally see Máni being a fan of Cats (the musical), having some "I don't know if I want to be him or date him" kind of crush on the Curious Cat. (Apollonia, meanwhile, would probably have a soft spot for the ballet cats, Victoria and Mistoffelees... What am I saying, "probably" ? We all know that her brother made her watch the play at least once. And having quite an appreciation for music, there is no doubt that she liked it too...)
- Is always wearing a pair of sunglasses atop his head but rarely uses them for their intended purpose
- I also reserve the right to give him a boob window and pierced nipples... :3
- Friendly and carefree, he’s got quite a sunny disposition for someone who is an accomplished practitioner of the dark arts
- Has a big fondness for animals. He is the kind of guy who will say "hi !" to every cat and dog that he meets on the street. And most of the time, they will actually answer him. In fact, I was toying with the idea that he could genuinely possess the ability to talk to animals. Since his main animal form is a lion, the "king of the beasts", it would be quite fitting. I’m still on the fence about it, but it could easily be something that Baphomet taught him (although I must admit that I find the idea of it just being some sort of innate power of his that nobody - Baphomet included - has any actual explanation for to be infinitely amusing XD ).
- When he is not busy carrying out his Umbran duties or partaking in Glitnir’s management, he works as a veterinarian, taking care of the town’s cattle and other animal residents (I mean, if Bayonetta can be a nun and Jeanne a school teacher, why couldn’t he have a side job too ? :p ).
- Unlike his sister, who is a pretty cautious tactician, he is more of a "hype man" type of leader. To quote a comment I read somewhere, he is the kind of guy who can rile up his crew into thinking that a 50 versus 100 is winnable and then actually have the balls to pull it off. He may not be as sharp as Apollonia, but he is still a pretty resourceful lad...
- He would definitely have a leather harness with a spiked speedo as one of his alternative costumes. I mean, considering what the developers of the games already got away with, you cannot really tell me it would be too inappropriate. XD Besides, I’m pretty sure that I once saw such a harness that had its straps arranged to form a pentagram. Since the five-pointed star - inverted or not - is a big part of Baphomet’s iconography, it would be all the more fitting. :3
- If this was an actual Bayonetta game, I like to think that he would be the third playable character. Bayonetta 1 had Bayo, Jeanne and Zero ; Bayonetta 2 had Bayo, Jeanne and Rosa ; well, this hypothetical game (let’s call it Bayonetta 69, just for the LOLs*) would have Bayo, Jeanne and Máni. Unlike the first two games though, I’d like for each of the three characters to have their own, individual campaign. Of course, similarly to a Sonic Adventure game, the three stories would actually be interconnected, forming one big narrative, and the player would have to complete all three of them to get the whole picture (and maybe unlock the final part of the plot). I mean, this is not an actual game, so I can be as ambitious as I want. :p Also, I think that his personal quirk – like Jeanne’s more powerful but more difficult to execute Witch Time – would be related to his Wicked Weaves, to emphasis once again the bond between his demons and him, but I must admit that I don’t have a good enough mastery of the gameplay to suggest something that would actually be of interest...
* Funnily enough, the shape of the number sixty-nine also brings to mind the image of the yin-yang symbol, which is actually quite fitting since Máni and Apollonia’s story is all about the balance between the contrasting forces of light and darkness...
- As I mentioned in one of my previous posts, I was toying with the idea of giving him a demon boyfriend. I’m still on the fence about it, but I have a big soft spot for this kind of otherworldly relationship, so I’d be quite tempted to actually take the plunge and incorporate the idea in the narrative. Either way, I wanted to at least bring up the possibility, just in case... :3
- Like Cereza, he is also a pretty skilled pole dancer
Apollonia, Priestess of Lumen
- Weapons : a long and narrow, rapier-like sword
- Animal forms : (arctic ?) Fox
- As you can tell, I named her after Apollo, the Greek god of light, arts and healing. Really, I think that her character resonates quite well with a lot of Apollo’s attributes, so it wasn’t a hard pick. Besides, if Máni’s name references the Moon, it only makes sense for Apollonia’s to reference the Sun, and being named after gods from two different mythologies allows the solar/lunar duality to be a little less in-your-face. All in all, one would say that it was quite an enlightened choice :3 (sorry, I couldn't help myself).
- Long and wavy golden hair ; purple eyes (in reference to the last line of Arthur Rimbaud's poem Vowels : "Omega, O, the violet brilliance of Those eyes"*)
* Translation by George J. Dance (2015). The original line is : "O l'Oméga, rayon violet de Ses yeux". It's never been confirmed, but the way Rimbaud capitalized the word "Ses" (which can mean either "his" or "her", depending on the context) has led many critics to infer that he was indeed talking about God's very eyes, although some have suggested that he was merely referring to the purplish pupils of some woman. Of course, nobody ever said that the two were incompatible. :3 My Lumen girl may not be a goddess, but still, I thought it would make for a neat reference. Besides, violet eyes and golden hair make for a lovely contrast.
- She is an infallibly poised and affable soul, always carrying herself with a radiant sense of grace and courtesy
- More cunning and cynical than her brother, she is the one with the vision. While Máni carries out most of the field work, it’s Apollonia who is the main driving force of the plan... whatever it might be.
- She is the kind of person who constantly feels the need to shoulder all the misery in the world. She is a nurturing soul and genuinely means well, so you won’t find an ounce of condescension in the way she acts, but she does have the tendency to assume that she knows better. She is perfectly willing to dirty her hands and hurt those she cares about (emotionally, that is) if she is positively convinced that it is for their own greater good, in a "I know that you don't like it, but trust me : when all is said and done, you'll realize that it was for the best..." kind of way.
- Her magical abilities include healing and illusions (in reference to the kitsune of Japanese folklore, since her main animal form is a fox). Actually, I really like the idea of the leader of an antagonistic faction not being the most powerful member of the group but having amazing support skills. Of course, Apollonia is no slouch either on the battlefield, but it’s when she is assisting another fighter that she really shines. Don’t underestimate her, though : when fighting alone - or at least as alone as an angel-summoning Sage can be -, the sharpness of her wits (and of her blade) more than makes up for what she lacks in raw power...
- Has a deep passion for music. Before the Clan War, she was even tasked with writing and composing the sacred hymns that the Sages would use, both in their spiritual training and in their everyday life.
- In her spare time, she conducts a literal choir of Applauds and Affinities. They have surprisingly (or unsurprisingly, depending on your point of view*) melodious voices.
* I mean, they are basically bird angels, two things that are actually quite renowned for their beautiful singing...
- She also has at her disposal her own heavenly orchestra, in case she suddenly needs to break into a musical number. Angels are the "instruments" of God, after all. :p (Seriously though, I really like to imagine that most of the themes associated with her would indeed be diegetically performed by her personal orchestra of angels. Also, since the Laguna are known to attack Bayo with all kinds of magical instruments, it would be quite funny if said orchestra were not only providing the music for the battle, but also supporting Apollonia during her fight(s) against the Witch, shooting all sorts of laser beams and energy balls at Cereza while she is busy dodging the Sage’s holy blade. That would certainly make for quite a hectic battle. XD )
- She also regularly graces the stage of Glitnir’s opera house with her presence. The way I envision it, it’s actually her dream to work as an opera singer. But since she’s been pretty busy for the last five hundred years, looking after the town and plotting whatever grand design she had in mind for the future of the universe, she didn’t really get to devote herself to it more than as a hobby. After all is said and done, I like to think that she’ll actually embrace it as a genuine side job (I mean, she’d still have the town and her duties as a Lumen Sage to take care of, but her heart and mind would certainly be much lighter after the events of the game). Also, I like to imagine that one of the game’s chapters would involve Bayo crashing one of her recitals...
- Not unlike another angel-related music lover, I like to think that her favourite music piece would be Beethoven’s "Ode to Joy" (from the fourth movement of his ninth Symphony*). Which is actually quite funny, considering that she has a Joy angel as one of her heavenly friends. I don’t really know what to do of this coincidence, but I thought it was worth mentioning...
* I must admit, even though I know it’s not its actual name, I kind of prefer how we usually refer to it as in French : "l'Hymne à la Joie", "the Hymn - or Anthem - to Joy". I feel like it better encapsulates the sublimity of the piece...
- In contrast to her brother’s passion for animals, she also has a liking for botany. Naturally, she loves to sing to her flowers.
- To keep with the trend of Bayonetta characters often including some kinds of glasses or goggles in their designs (as I did with her brother and his shades), she is often seen carrying a pair of elegant opera glasses. You know, those fancy binoculars attached to a stick. It would certainly suits her penchant for theatrics, on top of being an amusing twist on the aforementioned trend.
- Clothing-wise, she certainly has a wardrobe worthy of a Lumen Sage, favouring flowing and immaculate gowns with gold accents. I’m not sure if that makes much sense, but I would like to describe her style as "opulently simple". She doesn’t wear a lot of accessories, but the way she dresses gives off an air of loftiness and sophistication that really highlights her gracious bearing.
- She also has at her disposal her own angelic tailor. All in all, she actually has quite an extensive wardrobe. I wouldn’t really call her "fashionable", though. At least not in the way Cereza and Jeanne might be. It has more to do with the way she sees the world as a stage, so naturally, she likes to dress the part.
- I also like to think that most of her clothes would include parts cut in some sort of translucent and glittering tulle-like fabric. A bit like the Pearls in Steven Universe, if you see what I mean, but a tad sparklier...
- She also has a noticeable affinity for shawls and stoles. I mean, she is essentially a bishop, so it would make sense, but I was mainly thinking of the kind of stole that you wrap around your arms and let gracefully hang in your back and on your sides (I don’t really know how to describe what I have in mind, so don’t hesitate to tell me if it’s not clear enough).
- Note that the two previous points can overlap
- It’s rarer, but she also likes the combo pants plus frilled shirt. (I don’t know what they are called, but I’m talking about those flared pants that always look like they were freshly ironed. They are usually worn high with large, obi-like belts...)
- I also like to think that when she feels particularly extra, she dons a similar headgear to the one that adorns the Lumen Sage statues that guard the interdimensional portals scattered across Vigrid : a gold ornament shaped like a radiant sun, attached at the back of her head like a divine halo (I did say "when she feels particularly extra" XD ). She probably ties her hair into a bun when donning this kind of ornament.
- Since I don’t know if the peacock esthetic that Balder has going on is a common trend among Lumen Sages or something that is exclusive to him, I’ll probably refrain from including it in my Lumen girl’s design, but it’s quite a shame, because I love peacock feathers. Still, if Balder is any indication, Sages seem to use feathers to channel their magic, the same way Witches use their hair. So even if I don’t want Apollonia’s esthetic to be a simple imitation of Balder’s, I should probably think of a substitute. It’s quite hard to come up with something as exquisite and visually distinct as peacock feathers, though. I mean, there is a lot of magnificent birds, but when you look at their feathers individually, it’s quite a different story. I was actually thinking maybe superb lyrebird feathers - it would certainly fit Apollonia’s character -, but I must admit that I have quite a hard time imagining those feathers being used the same way as Balder’s...
#bayonetta#bayonetta 2#bayonetta 3#original characters#character concept#recap#part 2#humans#máni#umbra witch#apollonia#lumen sage
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May McCray has moved out. (100 Babies)
Our gay coded kid is moving out :(
We threw a party like we always do for departing kids.
Our darling May surrounded by her siblings
She’s a slob.
She wants a soulmate, she’s lazy, a goofball, and a slob.
That tells its own story.
I have NO IDEA why there’s a GHOST at May’s birthday?!?!?
I didn’t invite this person. There’s just a random ghost here
Oh yeah I forgot to mention this. May’s ‘father’ is actually a woman named Misty.
Now this is starting to make a lot more sense.
As is every birthday tradition, they pass out.
AND Keith aged up at this time.
And he’s intense.
Great. /s
He’s really cute though ❤️
And the Kitty hoodie ❤️
BUT WAIT
We aren’t moving out May immediately.
I want to give her a present. Like I did with the twins.
I said I was gonna do it. We’re doing it.
We’re giving May a girlfriend.
🏳️🌈
We’re going all the way with making our daughter happy
So this is Emma Willis. I couldn’t find a young adult female sim left, so I made one. This was actually her default appearance, and she is PRETTY. So I just randomized the name and boom.
May McCray has the girlfriend she wanted. She’s gonna move in with her and they’re gonna live happily ever after.
May immediately stood out with the pride flag on her shirt when she was an infant. That was a sign. And from there she didn’t need to come out. Her mom already loved and supported her.
She had a bit of an anger phase when she broke stuff out of fury. But she grew out of it, and every other time, she was a very pleasant cheerful Angel. She loves her naps. And she loves playing around with the kids.
And then she went all the way with her sexuality and found herself a lover.
That’s a happily ever after right there.
May McCray. Take care. Invite your family to your wedding.
With this we have 10 children right now. 6 of them are moved out.
Regina - The careless kinda dumb motivational big sister.
Nya - The curious geeky family girl.
Carrie (Twin) - The introverted hot headed creative witch.
Cheri (Twin) - The extroverted evil genius witch.
Hosni - The depressed one.
May - The gay coded kid at heart.
Peter (Teen) - The aspiring culinary artist.
Radar (Kid) - The energetic non binary kid.
Olivia (Toddler) - Daughter of the moon guardian.
Keith (Infant) - The baby that won’t stop screaming.
Yeah I like keeping track of my kids personalities. So what? I love this part of the challenge. Seeing who they grow up to be.
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The Library Is Open
I’m starting something new today. Every Tuesday, I will be posting a tarot related topic. It seems that even in the 21st century, with the the ubiquity of the internet and everyone and their cousin giving tarot a go as a side hustle, a lot of people have never had a reading, don’t know where to go and don’t know what to ask. (Where have you all been?) So, I am here to help. Let’s get started.
Where to Start
Had we been having this conversation 20 years ago, I would have directed you to the now defunct Witch Vox website and told you to look for local occult shops. But since we are now living in the 3rd decade of the 21st century, Believe it or not, a lot of readers (except for me) do have business listings and you might even be able to find a Yelp! review. However, I would advise against putting a whole lot of stock in a review because, like so many other things in life, you get out of your tarot reading what you put in.
What Not To Do
I’m sure a lot of skeptics reading this are already rolling their eyes. Look, you don’t believe in this stuff. That’s fine. No one is telling you that you have to, but when you do go to a tarot reader, you can’t just say “Tell me what’s going to happen in my future” and expect to get something intelligible. That isn’t the “own” you think it is. It just makes you look like an asshole. It’s like going to your doctor and saying “Tell me what’s wrong with me” without telling them what your symptoms are.
Help Us Help You
As stated above, vague questions get vague answers. It’s not always skeptics attempting to debunk readers who ask vague questions. There are an awful lot of people who just don’t know what to ask. They know they want a reading, but they have no idea what information they want. Believe it or not, there are a few very popular subjects that readers commonly get asked about. Those are love, money and health. So, those are good places to start. If you do want to know something more specific, just ask. “My mom has been sick. Is she going to get better or should we be making arrangements?” (Yes, I’ve had that question.) “I feel like my partner is pulling away. Is there something going on or is it all in my head?” You get the idea. Just say what’s on your mind.
Exceptions To The Rule
Exceptions to the “be specific” rule would be general collective readings, as done by my Twitter buddy Adam Keith (look him up on YouTube. He’s fucking amazing... and sexy as hell) and Year Ahead readings, which are what I am currently focusing on as we are down to the last few weeks of 2022. There are also so many readers who post “Daily Tarot” cards to help those seeking it set their intentions for the day.
It’s Not Us
So, you had a reading and the news wasn’t great? Well, that’s life, Pookie. Any reader worth their sea salt is going to tell you the truth whether you want to hear it or not. I tell my first-time clients to buy a bag of M&Ms if they want sugar coating. I just did a Year Ahead reading for a friend and her cards were terrible. Even the “good” cards were just a lighter shade of black. We just interpret the messages we’re getting. We’re not trying to “pull” anything on you. In fact, the readers who are trying to pull one over on you are the ones who only ever tell you what you want to hear. If all you ever get is good news, you’re probably being lied to.
We’re Not Doctors
We don’t even play them on TV. It shouldn’t have to be said, but sadly, it does. While I am sure there are some people out there with MDs and PhDs who also read tarot, I don’t personally know any. If you are having a physical health crisis, go to your primary care doctor or the ER. If you are having a mental health crisis, dial 998. Psychics of any variety are not replacements for these professionals. It’s not that we don’t care. We just don’t have the training and qualifications to give the help you actually need.
Que Sera, Sera
Well, not really. My father was a reader and I used to hear him tell his clients “The cards only reveal what is likely to happen based on your current patterns of behavior. They cannot tell you what will unequivocally be.” My line is “The only things truly fated in life are birth and death. Everything else is up to us. The cards just help us make better choices.” So, if you do get bad news, know that you can change the outcome by simply making different choices. I always try, whenever possible, to give my clients a road map of all the detours around the crisis so they can avoid it. There is nothing more heartbreaking for me than hearing that something I warned a client about happened as revealed in the cards. It means the client gave up. I don’t like that. Never go into a reading with a fatalistic mindset. You have choices. You always do. In the words of Captain Planet “The power is yours!”
Alright, I think that’s enough for now. I’m sure other readers are seeing this and already drafting some scathing critique. Good for you! I don’t care. You work whatever way you want to work. I’ll work the way I want to work. This isn’t a science. It’s an art and art is subjective. Deal with it. (Like I said, no sugar coating here.)
If anyone would like a reading from me, you can reach out to me here or email me at [email protected]. I may not get back to you right away, but know that I will get back to you. Yes, I charge, but I work cheap.
About the image: These cards are from the Somnia Tarot by Nicolas Bruno. If you read, these cards are fantastic. If you just like tarot art, these cards are fantastic. I cannot recommend these enough. In fact, I recommended them to Adam and now he uses them.
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So I had this idea running through my head today. And we'll... high middivil fantasy where Keith is a knight from the land of Gal who was sent with a squad to infiltrate and invade the land of altae. The only thing is is that the route they have to take is the forbidden enchanted forest. Now Keith grew up with a superstitious family. Witches if you will. And when stoping to rest in the heart of the forest starts to perform a rite of passage ward. A small ritual to appease the forest and to ask for protection. But see his squad mates? They think it's bullshit and laugh at him before destroying his lil make shift alter and ward. Saying that the forest being haunted was a myth and that Keith is stupid for thinking it such. So they make camp but Keith is too keyed up after the destruction of his ritual, stays up to keep first watch.
This is where we cut to shiro, who is the king of the fae, and ruler of the forest. He catches wind if intruders in his forest and has his court keep watch on them. Then comes the report of the small group harming his forest and hurtin his land. He is furious. But one small fae brings attention to one human who tried to give back to his forest but was stopped by his fellow men and prevented him from continuing. This human was Keith as you can tell. Hearing this shiro decided to grant his pardon. There was at least one decent human among the intruders it seems.
Keith meanwhile is sitting by the fire on edge. He feels eye on him at every angle, and strange high pitch giggles circling around him. But when he goes to look there is nothing but the pitch blackness of the forest. He hears a snap and a thud, followed by heavy footsteps. Alert he throws himself to his feet and draws his sword. Eyes trained of the foot falls. All of a sudden a man bursts through the thick foliage and falls at his feet, gasping for breath. Keith, mind still going off with alarm bells, makes the disision to help him up and make sure he's ok. Leads him to the fire to keep warm and looks him over for any serious injury. The man greatful of his kindness explained that he came into the forest looking for herbs for his local hospital that can only be found here but got lost and was wondering scared for so long. Keith sympathetic offers to take him with till they reach the forests edge. The man is greatful and beings to talk animatedly with him. A few hours past as the talked, enjoying each other's presence, when a long guteral growl is heard close by. Keith goes to pick up his sword again and turn around when the man grabs ahold of his shoulders and turns him back to face him with a strong "don't". Keith tries to turn his head as the sound got closer but one of the hands grabs his face and forces him back. The man whispers "don't look", as Keith's eyes go wide in fright as the mans eyes glow bright gold. This isn't just some lost man anymore, this was a fae and Keith was terrified. The sound came again, this time right behind him. Keith's eyes start to stray to look behind once more but a silent "keith, don't look." Makes him jerk back to stare into those soft glowing eyes. He sees in the corner of his vision these dark tendrils shoot past him and into his comrades tents. The screams would haunt Keith's nightmares for a long time. The man brings his hand to gently carase his face and his eyes go half lidded. "Good boy." Is perred as he comes forward, lips brushing his. Keith's eyes loose focus, and begins to close. The last thing he hears before he looses himself to darkness is, "be grateful, as I have granted you your life to keep. Though I have enjoyed our time together I'm afraid this is goodbye for now. The next we meet I may just make you my queen, hmm? Remember me for I am takashi shirogane. Remember me and look. Sweet dreams Keith..."
The next he awakens he's out of the forest and in a hospital bed in altae territory. Without a memory of how he got there and the foggiest recollection of a man named shiro and this unyielding need to find him.
#sheith#sheith au#fantasy au#Fae!Shiro#Knight!Keith#dark!shiro#fic idea#free to use!#just ask that i be tagged in it#vld au#voltron ledgendary defender#vld#vld shiro#vld keith#slight witch!keith#shiro loves you baby#my au
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Burn The Witch 23 - Haunted Heart [Bucky Barnes x Reader]
A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Warnings: Enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.
Summary: Coming home can cause issues.
Series Masterlist
SIX MONTHS LATER
You flipped the knife in your hand as the guy tied to the chair glared at you.
“You know,” you trailed off, “I’ve had a really shitty couple of months, Johnny- can I call you Johnny?”
“No.”
“Rude,” you commented, “Fine. John. I’ve had a really shitty couple of months so you really don’t want to try me right now. Just tell me where I can find your boss.”
“You’ll never find him you stupid bitch.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Since I’m going to kill you in a couple of minutes I feel like I can share some things with you,” you said, “My best friend says I keep everything bottled and I should talk about my feelings.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“See, that’s exactly how I feel!” you pointed at him, “Thank you. I mean, I feel angry at myself. I kind of fucked up with the man I love.”
“Jesus Christ, just kill me already.”
“I’m waiting for a text to do that Johnny,” you pointed out, waving your phone at him. “So, I tricked him and used him and threw him to wolves. And then Accords 2.0 didn’t pass and he has been pardoned once again, and he’s a free man now. I have a strong feeling that he’s not the ‘forgive and forget’ type of guy. You know, assassin to assassin.”
“You’re the chattiest assassin I’ve ever met.”
“Thank you, I’m trying to improve myself,” you said, “I mean what exactly should I do? I don’t even trust my agency at this point, my handler lied to me and I have been at this fucking place for six months now, hunting you down. Well, your boss but…”
“You’ll never find him.”
“We’ll see about that my friend,” you said, “So anyway, like what am I supposed to do? I lost the one guy I actually loved. How do you cope with that? Because drinking doesn’t work, sleeping with others doesn’t work…. Nothing seems to—“ you were cut off when your phone vibrated and you touched the screen to open the text message.
From: Julian
Go for it.
“Wait, no no no, I’ll talk—“
“Kind of too late,” you pointed the gun at him, “Nice to meet you Johnny.”
With that you pulled the trigger, silencer doing its job as there was no loud bang or anything. His body fell back with the impact, and you heaved a sigh.
“Maybe I need a therapist I can’t kill,” you mumbled and walked out of the warehouse to approach the car before opening the door to the passenger seat to get in.
“Is it done?” Julian asked and you nodded, rubbing at your eyes.
“Yep.”
“Are you hungry?”
You made a face, “Just because the General sent you here does not mean we’re going to become buddies.”
“I’m not trying to become buddies with you,” Julian stated, “I just want to eat fries and there’s a two for one deal.”
You eyed him up and down.
“Fine, I could eat fries.” You leaned back in the seat as he started driving, keeping your eyes on the road. Soon enough, you reached the city center and Julian got fries from a food truck, then sat across from you.
“So,” he said, “You do realize this whole thing would’ve been over by now if we actually worked together?”
“I’m not going on the field with you.”
“The General sent me here to help you.”
You dipped the fry into sauce, then popped it into your mouth, “You can help me by pretending you’re not here.”
“Y/N.”
“You know what they say Julian. Fool me once…”
“Don’t tell me you’re still holding that grudge.”
“You mean when you left me behind to die on the last mission we were together?” you asked back, “That grudge?”
“I told you—“
“I’m not going to talk about that with you,” you cut him off, “And I work better alone. Who told you we could waste the guy by the way?”
“The General.”
You grabbed the salt shaker to pour some salt on the fries, causing Julian to make a face.
“Are you kidding me? That was salty enough-“
“Why did he not text me?”
“No idea. Maybe he’s avoiding you because he promised you handler and here you are. Field spy.”
Your jaw clenched.
Or maybe he’s avoiding me because he fucking lied to me.
You had to give it to him, it was the perfect plan. The moment he had suspected you were getting too close to Bucky, he had come up with the one thing he knew that would make you switch sides.
And that-
That was below the belt yes, but that was also masterly.
But at the end of the day, you barely had two people to trust in the entire world, and you seriously doubted you could ever forgive the General for what he had done. You knew he held duty above all, above family and surely above you, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
You shook your head at yourself and grabbed another piece of fry.
“So um…” Julian shifted his weight, “Are you okay?”
You shot him a glare, arching a brow, “Peachy.”
“No I mean… About Barnes.”
“What are you talking about?”
“This whole Accords 2.0 failure, there’s no way we could go after him again.”
“I don’t want to go after him again.”
“You don’t want revenge?”
That made you straighten up your back and you put the fry down, “And why exactly would I want revenge?”
That made Julian fall silent and you nibbled on your lip.
“What exactly did the General tell you before you came here?”
“That there was a job here.”
“Bullshit,” you replied way too quickly, “Did he send you here to be my babysitter? He thinks I’ll go after Barnes myself is that it? That’s why they sent you here months after I left the country but right after Accords 2.0 didn’t pass.”
Julian licked his lips.
“Listen, the agency wants to keep you safe—“ he started but then his phone beeped. He grabbed it to take aa look at the screen, then cussed under his breath.
“What?”
“Check your texts.”
You touched the screen and frowned as your eyes skimmed the text.
From: General
Time to come home.
“Well,” you muttered, your heart dropping to your stomach, “Shit.”
***
Coming back home was harder than ever now. After catching up with Keith and Chloe, you were taken to your new apartment that was given to you by the agency as usual, and for the whole night you couldn’t sleep.
Even if there was no trace of Bucky in your new apartment –in your new life, you still couldn’t shake off this feeling. It was as if the moment you had entered the country, Bucky had entered your life in an instant.
Odds were, you wouldn’t really see him again. After all it was a big city, and Bucky wasn’t exactly the social type.
So your first week back in New York wasn’t exactly terrible. You were still waiting for your orders while getting to know to the city slowly, because after long missions it always took time for you to remember you had a real life there, real memories—
Well, as real as it could be, for a spy.
“Just see it as a vacation,” Chloe had said, “They threw you into another mission as soon as you got out of the country, it’s just a delayed vacation.”
As far as vacations went though, this one just sucked.
Maybe it was because you couldn’t keep away from places you and Bucky had been too, like this coffee place where you had first officially met.
You sipped your coffee, scrolling down on the news website as your eyes skimmed yet another article about Accords and whether you could trust superheroes or not, but you were soon distracted when someone pulled the seat across from you, making you look up from your phone.
And as soon as you did, your heart dropped.
You had to give it to the General, he was manipulative, he was a liar and he had betrayed your trust terribly but the one thing he had done right was training you well. Aside from that one second, you managed to adapt a look of nonchalance on your face, slowly putting your phone down.
“Hello Cap.”
Sam raised his brows and eyed you up and down.
“You’re back?”
You could swear he could hear your heartbeat and you shrugged your shoulders, looking around.
“Yeah,” you said, “Big apple and everything.”
“So much for the small town girl.”
“I have never been a small town girl,” you drawled, “Never been to Oregon either.”
“Yeah, I can tell.”
You turned your coffee cup on the table just so you could do something with your hands.
“Why?” he asked after a beat and you shifted your weight despite your whole training of feeling calm and collected, nervousness hitting you out of nowhere.
“You’re a veteran, Wilson,” you managed to say, “You don’t need me to tell you how the chain of command works. Army doesn’t care how we feel about orders.”
“I’m very familiar with how chain of command works,” he pointed out, “But you’re not a soldier, Y/N. You’re a spy.”
“That makes it even worse,” you stated, “I know it sounds like an excuse, but… you don’t know how my agency works. I don’t get to say no to orders, and I sure as hell don’t get to blow my own cover.”
“But you wanted to, didn’t you?”
Jesus Christ, Wilson was really good at this observation thing.
“Doesn’t matter what I want,” you said, “I’m no use to anyone if I develop a conscience.”
“But you did,” he insisted, “Why else would you come to help us? Why else would you warn him beforehand?”
“He told you about that?”
He shot you a look, “What do you think, Y/N?”
You scoffed a laughter. “I was feeling generous,” you said, “No other reason.”
He kept his gaze on you for a couple of seconds, as if trying to see whether you would cave before he took a deep breath.
“You know he was going to propose, right?”
That-
That was just too much. You could feel your jaw hanging as you stared at him in complete silence, his words echoing in your ears.
“No,” you said after a moment, then shook your head fervently, your nose in the air, “No you’re wrong.”
“I’m not,” Sam said, “Apparently he was looking for this… house painted in white with—a red door or something.”
Don’t cry.
Do not fucking cry.
Spies don’t cry over heartbreak.
You clenched your jaw and blinked back the tears, straightening your back.
“It’s a good thing he didn’t get to, then.”
“Y/N, he loved you.”
“No Sam, he loved someone who doesn’t exist,” you replied, “Sweet small town girl with sundresses and smiles and some house in the suburbs with kids and all that shit. Girls like me don’t get that ending, I have way too much blood on my hands.”
He pressed his lips together and you cleared your throat.
“How much does he hate me?”
“Why do you think he hates you?”
“Assassins aren’t good at forgiving,” you said, “I would know, we don’t have that talent.”
“That’s not a talent, that’s a choice.”
“It really isn’t,” you muttered, “So?”
“Why don’t you ask him?”
You let out a bitter laugh, “Yeah no. Actions have consequences and I’d rather not cross paths with the deadliest assassin in the world after double crossing him.”
“But you want him to forgive you.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Intuition,” he said and pushed his chair back to stand up.
“He didn’t kill your father, Y/N.”
You heaved a sigh.
“I know,” you said, “Trust me, I would’ve walked away so much easier if he had.”
“Enjoy your coffee,” he said and walked out of the coffee house. You threw your head back, closing your eyes.
“Yep. I shouldn’t have come back.”
***
“I never thought I’d say this, but I kind of hate that we’re not living so close anymore,” you pressed the phone between your shoulder and your ear and opened the door to your apartment as Keith chuckled.
“I knew you’d miss me.”
“Shut up.”
“You’re a softie deep inside. Very very deep inside.”
“If you repeat that in front of anyone I swear to God…” you muttered and he groaned.
“Have I told you they’re putting me in the same team as Julian?”
“You guys have a new mission?”
“Not a long one probably.”
“Why the fuck am I—“
“Because you’re on a vacation,” he cut you off, “And also they’re probably going to make you a handler, that’s worth waiting for.”
“That or….”
“We’re not talking about that on the phone,” Keith said quickly, “Amateur.”
“Careful there, I’ll outrank you soon enough,” you said, walking to the bathroom to wash your hands. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
“Alright, see you later!” he said and hung up. You put your phone into your pocket, then washed your hands and made your way to the kitchen.
It was only when you put the wine bottle back into the fridge that you noticed something was off. Your body moved on its own accord, before you knew it you had already grabbed the knife in your boots and threw it to the figure in the dark corner of the room but he easily caught it, metal hitting what sounded like another kind of metal before he stepped out of the corner. Your breath caught in your throat, and for the first time in your life you froze, all the training leaving your mind.
You were supposed to be looking for a weapon, any kind of weapon but somehow, your body refused to move.
Bucky turned your knife in his hands, his gaze pinning you to your spot before he tilted his head.
“Hi honey,” he said, his voice way too cold. “I’m home.”
Chapter 24
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Sydney's descriptions of Adrian in each book
@vablappreciationweek Favorite ship: Sydrian
In my Demi!Sydney masterpost I mentioned how, in her first description of Adrian, she notices that he's handsome, but describes him in a more detached way, comparing him to a work of art:
The speaker was a Moroi guy, a little older than me, with dark brown hair that had undoubtedly been painstakingly styled to look messy. Unlike Keith's ridiculously over-gelled attempts, this guy had actually done it in a way that looked good. Like all Moroi he was pale, and had a tall lean build. Emerald green eyes studied us from a face that could have been sculpted by one of the classical artists I so admired. Shocked, I dismissed the comparison as soon as it popped into my head. This was a vampire, after all. It was ridiculous to admire him the way I would some hot human guy.
Now compare that to her description of him in The Golden Lily, after they already have some emotional attachment:
His sarcasm aside, he looked supremely delighted to see us. He had the tall, lean build that most Moroi guys did, along with their typically pale (though not Strigoi-pale) skin. I hated to admit it, but he was more good-looking than he had any right to be. He wore his dark brown hair stylishly messy and had eyes that sometimes seemed too green to be real. Adrian had on one of those button-up printed shirts that were trendy with guys lately, with a blue pattern on it I liked. He smelled like he’d been smoking recently, which I didn’t like.
It's less dramatic, but much more involved, in my opinion. This got me thinking about the topic, and this is now a compilation of Sydney's first full description of Adrian in each book. It gets adorable and it gets sad.
In the plane in The Indigo Spell, when she's absolutely not halfway in love with him already, no sir:
I was watching the attendant fasten an oxygen mask when a familiar and intoxicating scent washed over me. [...] I kept sneaking glances out of the corner of my eye, partly to see if he was looking at me and partly just to study his features. He was the same Adrian as ever, annoyingly good looking with his tousled brown hair and sculpted face. I vowed I wouldn’t speak to him, but when I noticed he hadn’t written anything in a while and was tapping his pen loudly on the tray, I couldn’t help myself.
Don't you sneak admiring glances at your friends?
In The Fiery Heart Sydney is in full hormonal teen mode, unable to focus on the meeting where she's about to join a witch coven because she's distracted thinking about making out with her vampire boyfriend (look how far my baby has come):
After a lifetime of praising myself for stoically adhering to mind over matter, I was kind of astonished that someon as cerebral as me would take to physical activity as quickly as I had. Sometimes I tried to rationalize it as a natural animal response. But really, I just had to face the truth. My boyfriend was insanely sexy, vampire or not, and I couldn't keep my hands off him.
In Silver Shadows, on the other hand, actual physical descriptions are set aside in favor of ripping my heart out of my chest. First looking at a picture:
I had no idea where she’d gotten the picture, and I didn’t care. My heart leapt as I looked into their smiling faces, faces I loved and had missed so terribly. I’d imagined their faces countless times, but there was no substituting the actual image. I took in every detail: the way the light played off Adrian’s hair, the way Jill’s lips curved in a shy smile. I had to swallow back a wave of emotion welling up within me. Maybe Sheridan had meant to punish me by showing them, but it actually came off as more of a reward—until she spoke again.
Then when she actually sees him in person:
They fell out of my line of sight, and suddenly, my vision was filled with the most beautiful image I could have hoped for: Adrian. For a few seconds, that doubt plagued me again, that this was just one more deception on the Alchemists’ part. But no, there he was before me. Adrian. My Adrian, gazing down with those piercing green eyes. I felt an ache in my chest as emotion momentarily overcame me. Adrian. Adrian was here, and I fumbled to find something to say, some way to convey all the love and hope and fear that had built within me these last few months. “Are you in a suit?” I managed at last, my voice choking up. “You didn’t have to dress up for me.” “Quiet, Sage,” he said. “I’ll make the hilarious one-liners during this daring rescue.” His eyes, warm and full of love, held mine for a moment, and I thought I would melt.
The Ruby Circle is still kind of sad, since Adrian got hate crimed, but it's a sweet ending to this compilation:
There was nothing more I could say as I helped wipe blood and dirt from Adrian’s face with a damp cloth, brushing aside wayward pieces of chestnut hair. He gave me his devil-may-care smile and still managed to look dashing, despite his bedraggled state. [...] Looking at Adrian now, I felt a surge of love well up within me, despite our earlier tension. I could no longer imagine a life without him in it. It was impossible.
We start with cute for an evil creature of the night and end with I can't imagine my life without him.
I think the compilation turned out to be a nice little map of their relationship, so here's this quick thing I made, because I got caught up in the day 2 prompt and didn't prepare properly for the rest of the week. TBF my favorite character, ship and platonic relationship were on that fic.
#Rapha's Bloodlines Tag#sydney sage#adrian ivashkov#sydrian#bloodlines book#the golden lily#bloodlines series#vampire academy#va#q#the indigo spell#the fiery heart#silver shadows#the ruby circle#bloodlines#vablappreciationweek#I originally meant the demi!Sydney post to be for the favorite character prompt but I ended up posting it during pride#And the post about the evolution of her attitude towards magic that I started yesterday got long and unwieldy#I have some platonic quotes saved and I might try to flesh out my alchemist revolution headcanons forthe last day#since I thought about it more while writing Silver Stars and basically wrote out the first bulletpoint
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