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⌜Tactus Mortis | Chapter 05 Chapter 05 | lo contrario⌟

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[A/N: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐂 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 "𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨" 𝐈 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦~]

"ㅡI knew you were waiting for my demise to get with that Maria woman, you low-down, good for nothing bastard! The fact that you moved on before my body had even settled into the ground tells me everything I need to know! Every day you spend time going to that harlot's house instead of being at home grieving for me! I pray to my ancestors above that you fall victim to El Boraro and he rips your cojones from yourㅡ"

"And that will be all. Thank you very much, Señora Luciana. I will be sure to let Señor Mateo know of your grievances," you told the spirit before sending her away.

As soon as she was dispersed back to the other side, your body gave a tired sigh, your ears still ringing at the ungodly screeches left by the vengeful spirit. You should have known better than to accept Mateo's request; Luciana was a loud woman while living, and death surely didn't put a dent in her voice.

"So what did Luciana say? Did she say anything about me?" Mateo asked, hands holding on to the picture of his recently deceased wife with bright eyes.

You winced at his hopefully face, "Um, yes. She's happy that you aren't too distraught from her passing and wanted you to know that she loves you," you told him, lying through your teeth with a forced smile.

Mateo's shoulders sagged in both sadness and relief. "That's good. Since her death, I've been receiving crocheting lessons from Maria to pass the time," he told you with a sheepish smile, "Luciana always begged me to learn with her, and every time I told her no. Hopefully, the lessons will pay off and she will like the blanket I made for her headstone."

You felt your heart internally crack as Mateo stared down at the picture with sad eyes, gently caressing the frame; oblivious to his dead wife's sadistic wishes for his suffering.

Poor man, even beyond the grave, his wife somehow jumps to conclusions, you thought with a shake of your head. May he never die, or he'll be stuck with her shouts for an eternity, literally.

"Anyways, thank you for your help, Y/N. I will be sure to return for my next appointment," he told you as you held the door open for him.

Shutting the door, you slid down to the ground with a big huff.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a bad medium you are, Y/N. Lying to your customers," a voice taunted in your ear, causing you to groan in annoyance.

"Please shut up, Sidero. I'm not in the mood," you said, looking over to the smiling spirit.

Sidero was the first spirit you met when your gift manifested at 5-years-old. After nearly falling victim to pneumonia, you were fortunately healed by Julieta's gift, but due to your near-death experience, it seemed to awaken your gift: the gift to communicate with those beyond the living.

At first, when you told others about the people you would see walking around town, they assumed you meant the townsmen until you began describing them, saying the names of those dead, and even speaking of things that happened before your time.

The town was in shock: a child that wasn't a Madrigal had received a gift?

Many, as well as the adults of Casa Madrigal, were stumped, wondering how you had such a gift when there wasn't a single door within Casita that had your name plastered across its surface.

It was then, with a heavy heart, that your mother admitted her lineage.

Apparently, long ago, the women of the Muertez line were blessed by the Goddess of Death, Santa Muerte, and given an array of abilities that were related to death.

Your mother talked of the tales of your ancestors, women who were priestesses to the deity. They used their abilities to dispel myths about death, teaching people that it wasn't the end of life, but rather a part of it.

She admitted that she didn't think you would get a gift, seeing that the lineage wasn't blessed with one in nearly six generations, the last being your great-great-great-great grandmother, Adriana Muertez, who could temporarily bring life into corpses or inanimate objects using the heart of an animal.

She also confessed to keeping it from your father because of what happened to her family. Because of the nature of the Muertezs' gifts, they were known far and wide, but then, after hundreds of years of peace, they were turned on by those they helped.

Though she didn't experience it, her mother did. She explained how her mother, your maternal grandmother, told her how she watched many of her family members get burned at the stake for witchcraft. To save her, your grandparents took your mother and ran, leaving the name Muertez behind to cover their tracks.

Eventually, everyone seemed to accept it, which greatly surprised your mother, who thought they would harm you. Alma even promised to always ensure harm would never come to you because a gift is a gift, no matter its nature, and that no child should be harmed because of it.

And soon, seeing spirits hanging around became the norm, especially for the noiret-haired teen named Sidero Patricio.

"You're never in the mood to deal with me," he whined, allowing himself to float upside down while staring you in the face with a pout.

Sidero was handsome, but not in the conventional sense. He had an appearance that would have made him stand out in the crowd if he were alive. Standing at around 5'11, Sidero was tan with two unfathomable dark-colored eyes paired with inky black hair.

Waving him off, you pushed yourself up from the floor, dusting your clothes. "Because you're always yapping away in my ear," you told him, walking around to light cleansing incense.

"Only because I care about you," the spirit argued, following close behind you much like a puppy would. "If I didn't, I would have dispersed to the other side, leaving you without me, your only friend."

An incredulous squawk escaped your body, "WhatᅳI have friends!"

"I'm sure you do, chiquita."

You couldn't help but bristle at the nickname before turning to Sidero with a raised brow, "Stop with the chiquita, okay? I'm not little anymore. Plus, if we're going to get literal, it should be the other way around with me calling you chiquito since I'm almost two years older than you."

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N..." Sidero sighed, setting himself on the ground. "You may be older than me physically, but I've got decades on you, chiquita," he teased, smiling over at you.

Knowing that he got you there, you waved him off once more, "Still, I don't know where you got that I don't have friends. I'll have you know, I have many friends."

"The dead don't count, and since I'm a part of that demographic... you see where I'm going with this."

You knew he was only trying to rile you up, but you couldn't help the annoyance bubbling in your chest. "Sidero Nacio Patricio, I am this close"ᅳyou held your pointer and thumb an inch apartᅳ"to banishing you to the land of the dead and not allowing you back until next week."

Instead of him apologizing like you assumed he would, Sidero just laughed as he walked over to you. "Oh~ I can't believe you went and used my full name on me, Y/N," he stood in front of you, gently pinching your face, "Am I in trouble?"

When his hands came into contact with your face, you couldn't help the rack of chills flowing through your body, feeling as if you were drenched in a bucket of ice water.

Stepping away from his touch, you walked away to grab your cloak. "Pah! It's impossible to threaten you when you never take me seriously."

"Of course, I don't. This is the fifth time this week you've told me that, yet when you do it, you end up summoning me back not a day later. And if I didn't know any better, that makes you seem a bit friendless~" he sang, leaning back to float on the surface of a chair, giving the illusion that he was sitting down, with a wide grin.

"Why youᅳ" Your insult was cut off by the sound of knocks at your door.

"Y/N, it's me, Mirabel. Are you ready?"

"Yeah, I'll be out in a bit," you shouted back before turning to the Sidero. "Well, since I spend so much time with the dead, I guess I'll send you home so I can be with the living," you drawled, sending the noiret a fake-sharp glare. "See you tomorrow, Sidero."

Playfully rolling his eyes, the spirit sent you a wave. "See you next time I'm summoned, chiquita." And with that, the spirit was gone.

When you opened the door, you were met with Mirabel looking over your shoulder with a puzzled expression, trying to see who you were talking to, only to find an empty space. A look of understanding came over the teen's face. If she didn't know what your gift was, she'd have thought you were insane for talking to the air.

"Let me guess, Sidero?"

"As always," you told her, walking out of the shop, shutting the door before beginning your trek towards Casa Madrigal for dinner.

Instead of walking straight through town, the two of you took the shortcut so your conversation wouldn't be interrupted.

"I didn't see you at lunch today. What was so important that you couldn't come?"

"Ah, you know, existing."

"That bad, huh?"

"Yeah," you sighed, shoulders slumping in both regret and guilt as you recalled the shrieking voice of your last client. "It's been a hectic day today."

"It couldn't have been worse than usual," the noirette stressed, not understanding why you were more worn out than usual.

"Believe me, Mira, it was one of the worst days I've ever had."

"Try me."

"I had the Castillo's as a client today."

A wince came across Mirabel's face at the name, immediately understanding who you were talking about, "Geez, I'm so sorry. You're right. You had a pretty sucky day," she said, giving you a pity pat on your shoulder.

"Yeah."

"But hey," she spoke, a bright smile growing on her lips. "If it makes you feel any better, I asked mamá to save you a few buñuelos once I realized you weren't coming for lunch."

You swiveled around to face her, gripping her by the shoulders with sparkling eyes. "Mira, I will literally kill for you."

"No need for that, Y/N," she giggled as the two of you walked up towards the large mansion.

Before either of you could even think of opening the door, Casita was, as always, a step ahead.

"Thank you, Casita," you both replied to the happy house, laughing as the tiles beneath your feet created eccentric shapes and colors.

As you and Mirabel were about to turn the corner towards the dining room, Julieta came out of the kitchen with a tray of tamales in her hand.

"Mamá, let me help you with that."

"Thank you, Cosa linda," the noirette smiled as Mirabel took the tray from her.

As Mirabel was off taking the food to the dining room, Julieta turned to face you and said, "Can you help me with the remaining dishes?"

"Of course, Señora Julieta." With that, you followed the graying-noirette into the kitchen.

The fragrance of delicious food was the first thing that hit your nose when you walked in behind the healer.

Immediately, your eyes zoned onto tonight's dessert: a tray of Merengón de Fresas.

Your mouth practically watered at how delicious it looked, how juicy and sweet the strawberries, peaches, and mora looked sitting on top of the bed of fluffy whipped cream.

Seeing your distracted gaze, Julieta shook her head with a smile as she handed you a pot of arroz atollado. "So did you enjoy the buñuelos? I decided to try something new and added a pinch of cacao powder. I hope they turned out well enough."

It took a moment before you were able to register what was said to you, "Eh? I didn't get any buñuelos. Mirabel said that you saved me some because I missed lunch," you told her as you both walked out of the kitchen towards the dining room.

A puzzled expression quickly filled out on Julieta's face at your words. "I did. That's why when I saw you walking down the hall earlier, I asked if you'd want them now and you took them."

"Señora Julieta, you must be mistaken. I haven't been here since this morning. Plus, I couldn't have done that. I just came in with Mirabel."

The two of you were left in silence before looking at one another, understanding immediately filling your minds. "Camilo," you both sighed in unison.

That trickster should have been the first thing to come to mind when Julieta asked if you enjoyed the buñuelos, yet he wasn't because of your distracted nature.

You couldn't believe he'd do that to you!

Well, actually, you could, but still, he committed identity fraud to hurt you in the worst way possible: to steal your buñuelos!

Oh, the horror!

You haven't had them in weeks due to both your absence as well as Julieta's rule to make a dessert once a week, and that devil went and stole it from you.

Seeing the waves of sadness flowing off your form as you pouted over the loss of your desert, Julieta gave you a gentle nudge with her hip, "Don't be too upset, linda. If it makes you feel any better, I'll whip you up a few buñuelos and personally deliver them to you tomorrow, alright?"

Feeling a smidge better, you gave the older woman a small smile as well as a "Thank you," before walking into the dining room.

Everyone wasn't present at the moment, the only ones there helping set up being Mirabel, Agustín, Julieta, Dolores, and yourself.

Agustín was the first to notice your arrival, getting up to grab the pot out of your hands, allowing you to go over and set plates on the table with Mirabel.

After getting everything together, the others began trickling in, the only ones absent being Camilo and Alma.

"Mira, I never knew I could kill a man until Camilo came into my life," the words left your lips, eyes narrowing at the empty seat before you as you sat next to your best friend.

"Huh? What did he do?" The girl wondered, turning towards you with a puzzled face.

At her question, you couldn't help the scowl that grew on your lips. "That tramposo pretended to be me and ate the buñuelos Señora Julieta saved for me."

"Wow, really?"

"Yeah. I swear, he has it out for me. Out of everything he could have done, he had to do that."

Mirabel hummed, "I suppose, but you can't blame him. It was you who missed lunch, after all. You'd think that since you love mamá's buñuelos so much, you wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Yeah—wait, what?" You were taken back by her words; she was siding with Camilo!?

When had she ever, in your twelve years of friendship, sided with that trickster!?

Besides, she was the one who told Julieta to save you a few pastries!

"Mira, whatㅡ?" Before you could finish your question, Alma and Mirabel walked into the room.

It was at the moment that you saw her enter with the matriarch that you knew you'd been duped for the second time today.

Releasing a sigh, you turned to face 'Mirabel' only to find Camilo already staring at you with a wicked grin. "Hello, Y/N. I heard you had some interesting things to say about me. Care to reveal them? I'm all ears."

You wanted to scream right then and there. Why, on Santa Muerte, couldn't you realize that it was Camilo? And how come the rest of them didn't tell you it was him? They obviously knew, seeing as they showed no reaction when the real Mirabel walked in with Alma. You couldn't help but feel that they wanted you to fail and continue to be deceived by him.

"Camilo," you started with a false smile, "If you don't move, I will ask Antonio to put his animals on you again."

You both knew that it wasn't an empty threat; a couple of weeks ago, you got Antonio to put a few of his pets on Camilo due to him aggravating you, and you were pleasantly surprised to find that they knew where Camilo was no matter how he looked because his scent always stayed the same.

Camilo must have realized that you were serious because he stood up, allowing Mirabel to sit in her seat, but not without leaving with a cheeky last word. "If it makes you feel any better, they were delicious. Tía Julieta really outdone herself with that batch."

You just stayed silent, allowing your eye to twitch out your frustration as he happily whistled as he sat before you, winking before beginning to dive into the food.

"Don't let him get to you, Y/N. He just enjoys getting a rise out of you," Mirabel said, handing you the salad bowl.

"Yeah, yeah. I know," you muttered, fixing your plate and eating like everyone else.

Besides the usual trickery from Camilo, dinner was exquisite; you couldn't believe you willingly missed two weeks of Julieta's delicious food just because of work; never again.

As everyone was finishing up, Alma stood up to give the evening family meeting.

"As we all know, Día de Muertos will be arriving in less than a few weeks, so we have much to prepare." Her voice was soft yet strict, easily capturing the attention of everyone at the table. "And since the celebration allows our deceased loved ones to come back to visit us, I believe it would be best if you, Y/N, took control and plan the ceremony this year."

Your eyes bulged out of your skull, choking on your water in surprise at her words. "W-What? Me?"

"Yes, cariño, you."

"B-But shouldn't it be planned by you, Doña Alma? You've done it for so long."

Don't get it wrong, you were honored to be chosen to be in charge of something that suited your gift, but she wanted the entire ceremony to be planned by you!?

"Yes, but seeing as what your gift entails, I, as well as many others, agree that you are perfect for the task. Unless, of course, you feel that you aren't ready?"

She was right; it's only natural that someone of your lineage is in charge of an event related to spirits crossing over to the living and visiting loved ones.

Hosting such a big event like this reminds you of the stories your mother would tell you; stories depicting the ceremonies the women of your family bestowed on the people around them, allowing them the opportunity to showcase their gifts from your goddess.

"No...I would like to do it," you said, looking up to make eye contact with the matriarch.

A grandmotherly smile filled out Alma's face. "Well, in that case, it is settled. Y/N will be in charge of planning the upcoming celebration. Let's make it everyone's priority to assist her with whatever she needs. La Familia Madrigal!"

"La Familia Madrigal!" And with that, dinner was dismissed.

***I didn't necessarily know where to end the chapter, so please forgive the need for dragging it on. I hope you enjoyed the extra info I dumped on you all regarding Y/Ma's family history, as well as my OC!

I've also been getting messages about when I'll update, and I'm sorry to say that I'm unsure. I try writing whenever I can but it isn't always guaranteed every three days due to school and tons of work. So I'll try to update often, but I can't be too sure; hope you all understand.

Anyways, see you next update.

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awda · 2 years

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Composite chart observations romance part three

(Not my gif, got from pinterest)

Link to my Etsy shop for personal Composite chart readings 🖤

Hiii Muerte babyssssss! I love how you guys love this series LMFAO I can already tell this series is going to be a lifelong thing, cause romance is the most theme I’m experienced in😭

In this post I’m going to be giving you guys more romantic observations regarding composite, so go ahead and calculate your composite chart with your S/O! (You can calculate your composite chart literally anywhere, just type composite chart calculator on whatever software you use to search things)✨✨

Anyways I want to fit a lot of observations in this post because I took a lot of time on them, and I don’t wanna have to leave you guys hanging for a whole other part like a couple weeks later

AQUA VENUS

A very touchy feely couple, this couple just loves being around each other constantly. Their love language is just spending time with eachother, energy and time means a lot to this couple, and their love thrives/evolves even more with just being around eachother

MARS CONJUNCTION MERCURY

I feel like this couple enjoys going on double dates, it just sparks their romance even more! OH ALSO You’ll literally always catch this couple finishing eachothers sentences, or having a conversation with you and randomly bringing up their S/O, the conversation could literally be about adopting a dog and they’ll just “(S/O name) loves dogs🥺” LMFAO

SUN CONJUNCTION MERCURY

Like w mars conjunction mercury, same thing w sun conjunction mercury.. but more specific! Sun always talking about Mercury constantly, is like the only thing they really have going on in their life to make a conversation about their S/O (This is like more of a synastry observation but it can go vice versa, can be considered a composite observation too)

VENUS CONJUNCTION MERCURY

Constantly making random lovely-dovey scenarios in your head about eachother, you go to sleep thinking about this person and wake up thinking about them too. (Honestly such a dreamy aspect I WISHHH🥲🥲)

NN SQAURE ASC

You feel like this relationship could be “better” all of the time, reminds me of the song We could’ve been-H.E.R. This relationship will be going GREAT and then boom you both still find one little thing to focus on in the relationship to have a goal to make it better, CAN ALSO MEAN THIS RELATIONSHIP IS LONG DISTANCE !!!

SATURN SESQUIQUADRATE ASC

Having a urge to dominate eachother, both wanting to be in control of the relationship (I would go deeper within this aspect, and try to explain more but I’m still learning planetary minor aspects so bare w me 🥲🙏🏼)

CHIRON 12H

Breakup can be very brutal to deal with, possibly leading to a spiritual awakening or just being stuck on this situation / person for MONTHSSSSSSSSS .. even worse if is capricorn 12H because w chiron being in 12H as well can mean you’ll take the breakup VERY SERIOUSLY (Also if Capricorn happens to actually be in 12H along w chiron can indicate this was your first real relationship/breakup you’ve taken serious)

2H STELLIUM

Depending on planets, this aspect can indicate the romance in this relationship is very visible to the couple, and find security within eachother, both take the relationship semi seriously (like I said, depending on planets!)

SATURN SQUARE MC

Clingy indication, also can mean the other person has trust issues and or insecurities that is causing to constantly be around the other person which causes the other person to loose focus on their life outside of the relationship

Bro I wanted to make this post longer but I’m afraid I’ll run out of text space and have to repost 🥲🥲 Also the other observations I have written down don’t really fit romance, so I’ll just make a separate post for random composite observations instead <333

Thank you for reading :-) I hope these observations, at least one, resonated with you guys!

Santa x

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#synastry #birth chart #astrology #composite chart #spirituality #spiritualjourney #aspects #astrology notes #romance #astronotes #astrology tumblr #awda

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theoi-crow · 5 years

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hello! I just read your reply 2 the ask about Thanatos (the very first God I devoted to, he's v special 2 me) and I felt so tingly and warm reading u found him endearing bc thats how I feel! he sends me so many butterflies n I find it so cute. I'm devoted 2 Persephone (and soon Hades, tomorrow hehe) and you described la Santa Muerte like Thanatos and Persephone, that caught my interest! my family is from El Salvador tho so I wouldn't want 2 intrude? I kinda want to pay my respects 2 her

I understand not wanting to intrude but I don't think you will, I personally invite you to pay your respects to her if you'd like.

It's funny that he sends you so many butterflies because that's what La Muerte does for me (I haven't posted much but you're welcome to follow my @lamuertemarigold blog for her).

She does everything that Thanatos does as far as reaping goes, but she also has Persephone characteristics like her personality and status as the queen of the underworld. She's always wearing a flower crown or a really big sun hat. She's kind but can get scary when she's facing a foe.

Her religion is one of the fastest growing religions and her followers come from all walks of life: (LINK)

She is especially protective of marginalized groups like the LGBT+ community, prostitutes, racism, sexism, illegal immigrants, people who suffer from institutionalized racism, sexism, gender inequality and especially the Innocents (children are a big weakness for her because they are automatically not at fault.)

Unfortunately she has a bad reputation because the Catholic church has declared war on her so I recommend not trusting everything you might hear about her.

Because la Muerte has a reputation of accepting anyone she gets petitioned by people who are against the law so it can be dangerous to openly worship her. If you look at this post I wrote about her, the picture shows a Frida Kalo Barbie with another doll? That's her because it can get dangerous to use her actual statue in case law enforcement ever knock on my door (it's encroaching on my freedom of religion rights but they do it anyway). So if you are going to work with her I suggest you use something else to represent her: (LINK)

I don't work with Persephone but from what people who work with her say about her, she sounds a lot like La Muerte as far as personality goes.

She can be very sweet and has big Mexican mom energy. In Spanish she even says "M'ija" which is always sweet to me because she reminds me of my mom.

She's very modest. One time I asked her to help me on this huge thing that I really needed fixed. She helped A LOT and after that, to thank her I asked what she wanted.

La Muerte: "Candy."

Me: "Just candy?"

La Muerte: "MEXICAN CANDY."

So I ordered a huge box of candy and she was such a happy camper for a really long time.

Thank you for asking about her. I kind of find it suspicious that I'm suddenly getting asks about Death deities literally the day before Dia de Los Muertos starts so I feel like this is her way of going "REMEMBER TO FINISH YOUR OFRENDA!!!"

So thank you for that! And I hope I was able to answer your ask! Please feel free to ask more if you need more information or if you just want to comment 😊

May the gods keep you flying through life so you can feel it's highs.

#rosegoldtunic asks #la santa muerte #la muerte

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snarkybluechristian · 4 years

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Villainous: Reform School Chapter 17

Edit: Sorry that this has taken so long. Hazbin Hotel has been absorbing a lot of my attention.

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Everyone washed up and eventually got to the dining room where 505 was serving some Mexican specialties on the long formal dining room table.

Melanie’s family sat on one side, except for Dita who insisted on sitting next to Dementia, Black Hat, and Flug on the other side. Melanie sat between her mother and Lunet.

Everyone was silent as they ate their food. Melanie would have been happy for that solemn silence to continue, but, of course, Iliana had to break it.

“So, Dr. Flug, has my sister misbehaved in the last 24 hours?” Iliana asked between bites of tacos as she gave Melanie a pointed look.

Melanie could only respond with an eye roll to show her annoyance. Iliana had some nerve.

“Melanie has been quite disrespectful,” Flug said. “But that isn’t what concerns me. Melanie has shown some very helpful tendencies. She helped 505 with dishes for a little while this afternoon without being asked. That is an indicator of serious compassion. Can you explain this?”

“I can,” Faucheuse began. “Melanie was just following the example set by her older sister. Lunet spent a good deal of time with Melanie when she was a child and helped us out with her even though we never asked her to. So once Dita was born, Melanie stepped up to help her like her older sister helped her. We never asked them to do it, but we never tried to stop them either. I suppose that is our fault.”

“Well, I guess in that sense, it's not too much of a problem,” Flug said. “Villains do help other villains from time to time.”

“Yes, but they usually expect something in return,” Black Hat added.

“Like what?” Melanie asked in annoyance. “Dita was a baby. She couldn’t give me anything.”

“You should have asked your parents for something in return,” Black Hat replied.

“There was never anything I really wanted from them, unlike now…” Melanie muttered out loud thinking about her freedom.

Black Hat chuckled aloud and said, “Well, you know how to earn that. Focus on your studies.”

Melanie angrily swallowed her food and said, “So, do I have to download and study a syllabus before tomorrow morning?”

“Oh, no,” Flug said taking a page from his notebook, folding it into a paper airplane, and launching it in Melanie’s direction. “Catch.”

Melanie caught the paper plane in her hands, unfolded it, and began reading it.

“So, Melanie, what will you be learning?” Iliana asked obnoxiously.

“There’s one unit on learning the different types of villainy. There’s another unit on correcting my ‘problematic good behavior.’ There’s one on how to form an evil plan, and…” Melanie read out loud before pausing to double-check the last unit to make sure she was reading it correctly. “And Dementia tips?”

“Dementia!” Flug yelled as Dementia and Dita cracked up in the background.

Melanie quickly glanced over the rest of the syllabus while the pair continued laughing.

“So, Melanie, what do you think of it?” Flug asked.

“To be honest, I hate it,” Melanie replied.

“Then, you’ll be sure to learn it the first time,” Iliana said obnoxiously prompting Melanie to roll her eyes.

“Haha! Your plan sucks!” Dementia yelled at Flug.

Flug only replied with a glare.

“To be fair, I was bound to hate any plan that comes from you three,” Melanie retorted.

“Melanie, why must you be so rude?” Faucheuse asked with a pointed look.

“I’m just being honest, Mom,” Melanie replied reaching for another taco. “I don’t want to be here.”

“Well, the plan sounds adequate to me,” Black Hat said. “We will move forward with it.”

“Oh, thank you, Jefecito…” Flug began to gush.

“Don’t let it get to your head,” Black Hat commanded. “You still have to successfully re-educate her.”

“Yes, Jefecito,” Flug sheepishly replied.

“Kiss ass,” Melanie muttered under her breath.

“Melanie, do not be rude to your teacher!” Santa Muerte yelled from down the table. “You will do what Dr. Flug says or there will be consequences. Do you understand me?”

“Whatever,” Melanie said with an eye roll as she went back to her food.

“Speaking of which, I’ve been meaning to ask,” Flug began. “Does your daughter have any other medical conditions than the ones we've already talked about?”

“Well, Melanie does have trouble sleeping sometimes…” Faucheuse replied before getting interrupted by her daughter.

“Maman!” Melanie protested.

“Really?” Flug asked with heightened interest. “Tell me more.”

“It’s no big deal!” Melanie protested. “I just prefer to stay up late. You can play videogames and accomplish more things at night.”

“Is that why you sleep until 2 in the afternoon in the summer?” Dita asked sarcastically.

“That only happened once,” Melanie protested leaning over to stare angrily at Dita.

“Sure,” Dita replied with an obnoxious tone before going back to blowing bubbles in her soda.

“That won’t do for a young lady going to school,” Black Hat said giving Flug a wicked look. “Don’t you agree, Doctor Flug?”

Flug adjusted with goggles maliciously and said, “Yes. I think I know just what to do to help with your daughter’s sleeping problem.”

“How?” Senor Sante Muerte asked.

“I don’t have a sleeping problem, guys,” Melanie protested in annoyance.

“Well,” Flug began completely ignoring Melanie’s protest. “I can alter her medication to help her sleep at a more suitable schedule.”

“That’s a good idea,” Iliana said nodding in approval. “She will need to sleep for school after all.”

"Even during the summer?" Lunet finally said in a rare moment of protest. "Melanie's responsible enough to be in charge of her own sleeping schedule. She has no problems during the school year. She’ll adjust to sleeping for this, too. Besides, sleeping meds can be very dangerous."

“Yeah,” Melanie agreed. “Dr. Flug is a mad scientist. He’ll probably kill me!”

“It’s evil genius,” Flug retorted.

“Well, we can’t have you sneaking around at night,” Black Hat said with a wicked smirk. “Can we?”

"Like you'd be able to stop me anyway," Melanie grumbled under her breath.

“Lunet has a point, Doctor,” Faucheuse said. “Sleeping meds can be dangerous. Can we trust you to handle this without causing any lasting harm to our daughter?”

“No need to worry, Madame,” Flug reassured her. “I will only give your daughter as much as she needs to have a good night’s sleep.”

“Meaning I’ll be dead in about 24 hours!” Melanie protested. “I've played enough videogames, watched enough movies, and read enough books to know that YOU CAN'T TRUST A MAD SCIENTIST!”

“I said…” Flug began in annoyance.

“I don’t care what you think you are!” Melanie interrupted. “You’re just as crazy as the rest of them! There’s no way I’m letting you drug me!”

“You don’t need to worry about anything,” Dementia said ignoring Melanie’s outburst. “Flug helps me with sleeping all the time, and I’ve been fine.”

“That settles it then,” Senor Sante Muerte said. “Since Black Hat deems it necessary, Melanie will be receiving medication to sleep.”

“What?!” Melanie asked sitting back in her chair. “He's gonna turn me into a zombie. I can't believe you're letting him do this."

“Your misbehaving has proven that you can’t be trusted right now, so you had this coming,” Iliana said snobbishly.

“At least, I’m doing something good with my life!” Melanie spat back angrily.

“What is that supposed to mean?!” Iliana retorted.

“Melanie, Iliana, stop it!” Faucheuse chided. “Don’t fight right now! Melanie’s lessons begin tomorrow. Please, let’s enjoy our meal and the time we have left together…”

“She deserves it…” Iliana tried to complain.

“Enough!” Faucheuse retorted. “You will not insult your sister anymore!”

Iliana sat down in a huff. Melanie was on the verge of tears.

She scooted her chair back and said, “I’m not hungry anymore.”

“Then, please just sit with us,” Faucheuse pleaded. “We won’t get to spend as much time together when your lessons begin.”

Melanie sadly nodded, pushed her plate away, and rested her head on the table.

Black Hat rolled his eyes, turned to Flug, and mumbled, “So much melodrama.”

For the rest of the meal, Melanie remained silent except for the occasional comment to herself or to Lunet as her mother rubbed her back and the rest of the family chatted amongst themselves.

#villainous

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spacebabehargrove · 5 years

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More pjo

@call-me-haley I love you so fucking much

Adara just didn’t fucking understand why being the daughter of Thanatos gave her so many fucking issues with her head. Like yeah, the gods could have been fucking nicer when it came to her mental health. That was added onto the list of ‘why the gods are bullshit’ her and Haley had been making together. So, it was like two in the fucking morning, and Adara sincerely needed fucking somebody. Somebody specifically named Haley, daughter of Hermes, with blonde hair. Somehow they decided to make a cabin for Hecate, for Hades, for all the gods except Thanatos, so she was stuck in the Hades cabin while they built hers. Nico was off somwhere with Percy, and that left her alone. So, she grabbed the handy monster proof phones the Hephaestus cabin had made, and texted Haley.

Man, I need you like right now

of course Haley responded in a heart beat.

Omw. Bringing a movie.

Haley knew Adara best, and in about two seconds she heard a knock on her window. Haley managed to sneak around the patrolling Harpy’s. Adara sighed a bit as she opened the window and let in her best friend. Haley jumped it.

“It’s fucking freezing, Chiron is trying to kill us.” She muttered. Adara gave a chuckle. Just seeing her best friend made Adara feel so much better. Haley made herself right at home as she sat on adara’s bed, getting under the blankets.

“Adara or billy right now?” Haley asked. Oh yeah, that. Another thing on the ‘why the gods are bullshit’ list was adara’s gender issues. Billy when she felt like a boy, Adara when she felt like a girl.

“I’m Adara.” She decided and sat next to Haley, curling up against her side. Adara could hardly even cry. She felt so drained, so fucking exhausted from her emotions. A shitty mental health didn’t improve when you were working constantly to keep yourself alive, and on constant edge of being found by a monster.

“Let me guess, your iris messaged your mom.” Haley said as Adara buried herself on her lap. Adara gave a nod. Those never went well. No matter how hard Adara tried, her mother just didn’t seem to love her back. A catholic woman, who disgraced Adara for being a child of a god, no less a death god, no fucking less, somebody blessed by La Santa Muerte. Adara sniffled as her tears started to come.

“Called me a mistake, told me to off myself.” She mumbled. Haley’s blood boiled at that. If Haley had her way, the woman would be dead.

“She’s a fucking dick, dosent deserve your calls.” Haley muttered as Adara let out a sob. Haley rubbed her back gently.

“What the hell is her deal anyways? Got a fucking stick up her ass?” She asked and Adara gave a sad snort to that.

“I just want her to love me...” she said quietly, another sob escaping her. Haley’s heart fucking broke at that.

“She Dosent deserve your love, She dosent deserve you at all.” She told her and kissed Adara’s head softly. Adara sniffled and held tighter to her friend. Haley shook her head.

“Come on, what do you always tell me? That fucking byllshit about how ‘it’s gonna get better, tomorrow will be kinder’ listen to yourself, tomorrows gonna be better.” She told Adara and Adara nodded.

“C-can we put her on our list?” She asked softly. Haley grinned.

“She’s already there, I put her on there a while ago.” Adara chuckled and sniffled.

“Hear anything from your dad?” Adara asked Haley. Haley snorted.

“No. He dosent check up on any of us. Yours?” She asked. Adara shook her head. They both gave a sour laugh to that. If there was anything they bonded over, it was daddy issues. Haley laid back on the bed and pulled adara’s laptop over, putting in the movie.

“It’s dude where’s my car, that’s hilarious.” Adara grinned just at the name. She fucking loved that movie. Adara got comfortable on her chest and turned her attention to the laptop screen.

“Thank you Haley.” She said softly. Haley nodded.

“‘Course. I love you.” She told her and ran her hair thru adara’s curls. Adara smiled wide.

“I love you Too Haley, now stop being so loud. The movies starting.” She said and Haley rolled her eyes, giving Adara a squeeze before they fell into a comfortable silence, broken up with laughter here and there. Their parents may have been shitty, but they had one another. And that’s all they needed.

#pjo au #heroes of olympus au #i love you haley

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barytyrannus · 6 years

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My Conversation w/ Murdoc Niccals

(Just posting this cause I want to save it somewhere)

Hello Michael Meyer. Welcome to the Wormwood Scrubs Prison Messenger System. You can now receive a fortnightly digital visitors pass. Would you like to apply for the fortnightly visitors pass?

12:14 PM

Yes

Free Murdoc,12:14 PM

Ok. To receive your pass, you must first get through our really strict security process.

Free Murdoc,12:14 PM

What is your name?

12:14 PM

Michael

Free Murdoc,12:14 PM

You want us to call you Michael? We'll call you Michael. So, Michael...

What is the name of the prisoner you wish to contact?

12:14 PM

Murdoc Niccals

Free Murdoc,12:14 PM

You have selected Murdoc Niccals.

Please type the prisoner's number:

12:15 PM

24602

Free Murdoc,12:15 PM

Please type #24602's favorite alcoholic beverage:

12:16 PM

Rum

Free Murdoc,12:16 PM

Close enough. He’ll drink anything.

Congratulations, you have passed the vetting process. You now have digital visitor access once every two weeks (in case you don’t know what fortnight means).

Connecting you to prisoner #24602…

Finally! Where the bloody hell have you been!?

12:16 PM

Trying to get pass security

Free Murdoc,12:16 PM

Whatever. Right, well long story short, I'm stuck in bloody prison because some dodgy bloke named El Mierda framed me! So, naturally, I hatched a masterplan to prove my innocence

Genius, isn't it?

12:17 PM

Wow. Amazing

Free Murdoc,12:17 PM

Course it is. It's fullproof. Right, so the only way to prove my innocence was to get some INFO on El Mierda.

The only way to do that was to gain RESPECT! And the only way to gain respect around here is to pick a FIGHT with the biggest baddest bastard in the bin, Big Balls Mcguinness.

So, bet you’re dying to hear about how I gave Big Balls a proper beating, MMA style, eh?

12:17 PM

Tell me

Free Murdoc,12:17 PM

Well, it didn't go quite as planned. But in my defense, I had no time to defend myself. He sucker-punched me as I was doing my warm-up stretches.

I protested, only to be informed there are no rules in a prison yard brawl.

How was I supposed to know?

12:18 PM

You never really can know, can you

Free Murdoc,12:18 PM

Well, aren't you a ray of sunshine, luv. Anyway, no honour amongst thieves, as they say.

Next thing I remember is waking up in the infirmary. I’ve had a lovely time in there, tbh. Comfy pillows, daylight, and all the baby food I can drink.

Still gorgeous, eh?

12:18 PM

You're a fine pickle

Free Murdoc,12:18 PM

I know.

Anyway, they’ve wheeled me into the computer room for my five minute’s chat time. Which is expiring faster than a raven in a microwave (which was a friggin’ accident, btw, I’m not a sicko). So let’s keep this moving.

Listen, mate - I cannot in good conscience go on without warning you. El Mierda is an evil, twisted bastard. Imagine if Anne Robinson mated with Krampus and sired a child. Actually don't. That's horrible. Has he reached out to you? Maybe an email? Carrier pigeon? Horse's head in your bed?

12:19 PM

Not yet. I worry that he may try to, though.

Free Murdoc,12:19 PM

Phew. Some say he can turn your own mother against you, so watch your back.

Let not the Beast get a taste for you, for he serves la Nuestra Señora de la Santa Muerte, Our Lady of Holy Death, and her teeth shall feast on your flesh for all eternity.

Anyway, lovely stuff! BTW, by proving I can take a beating, I’m now respected in here for having medium-sized balls.

What do you think of that?

12:19 PM

I think you're over-compensating for something

Free Murdoc,12:19 PM

Oh FFS the keyboardjkljlk is stickopkling again. Bloody savages don't wasgfgfgh their hands before using thffsis computer.

Anyway, fortunately, a few of my fingers aren’t broken, so I can still get online and take care of the important things…

12:20 PM

Like what

Free Murdoc,12:20 PM

I'm talking about messaging you to begin stage 2 of my master plan, tentatively titled: Murdoc Niccals Proves His Innocence, Gets Gorillaz back and Makes The World Great Again with the Help of an Awe-Struck Fan, Act II. What do you think of the name?

12:20 PM

Needs work.

Free Murdoc,12:20 PM

Looks like it's international 'I don't give a monkeys' day so in the spirit of the holiday, I'm gonna ignore what you just said.

Anyway, it's a work-in-progress, and thanks to my new medium-sized balls, a little birdie whispered in my ear that an associate of El Mierda is currently residing IN THIS VERY PRISON!

What are the chances?

12:21 PM

Pretty high I guess, considering how contrived this whole thing is.

Free Murdoc,12:21 PM

If I was a betting man (and my gambling debts would suggest I am), I'd say you're a prime smart-arse!

Anyway, El Mierda’s associate goes by the name of Vlad the Inhaler…

Not the prettiest but if we’re gonna track down El Mierda and prove my innocence, we're gonna have to go through Vlad. You up to this?

12:21 PM

I'm up for whatever

Free Murdoc,12:21 PM

Lovely! Now, the problem is, the location of El Mierda’s hideout is a closely guarded secret. When I say "closely guarded", I mean Vlad keeps it on him at all times. And by "on him", I mean literally ON HIM…

Am I going to have to spell this out for ya?

12:21 PM

So are they a gay couple or what?

Free Murdoc,12:22 PM

Well you'll just have to tell Eusebio AND Sebastian that you're not that kind of boy, honeybuns...

Soz mate, that last message wasn't meant for you.

Anyway, I meant a tattoo, you wanker! On his body somewhere. He’s such a moron he got the map to El Mierda's hideout tattooed onto himself cos he kept getting lost.

Oh, by the way, how well can you impersonate a woman?

12:22 PM

Depends on what type of woman

Free Murdoc,12:22 PM

You had me fooled, darling.

So, here's the plan. Vlad is going to reach out to you in two weeks’ time. Thanks to a nifty bit of hacking by yours truly, he’ll think he’s chatting with his fiance Millie. But he’s really talking to you!

Your mission is to GET HIM TO SEND YOU A PICTURE OF THAT TATTOO! I don't know why I'm screaming. Bloody caps lock.

Anyway, can you do that?

12:23 PM

I'll try my best.

Free Murdoc,12:23 PM

Smashing. I’d do it myself only this needs to come from an outside line. Your mission: convince Vlad you're Millie, then get a peek of that map tattoo.

Right! Don't let me down, Michael Meyer, I mean Millie 😉. Gorillaz, the free world and my private collection of nearly extinct Bornean Orangutans are depending on you. Seriously, I forgot to feed them before I got locked up. LMAO.

Oh, and one more thing, mate…

12:23 PM

What

Free Murdoc,12:23 PM

Write this down: BEETLEJUICE. Remember that word. It'll come in handy.

Ok, good luck with Vlad. Look out for his message in TWO WEEKS TIME! Right, I best get back to my one-handed press-ups. Murdoc out!

#free murdoc #murdoc niccals #gorillaz #thenownow

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unconventional-devotee · 2 years

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Hello! You may call me Lucius. I'm a 19 year old witch, a queer trans guy, an artist, and a Santa Muerte devotee.

I found Santisima when I was about 17. I started seeing signs of her around then but found it hard to find out who was giving me signs until I found a book on her in a used book shop and felt a strong draw to it. It isn't the best book for learning about her, but it jumpstarted my journey to working with her.

I think most of those who helped me as a white American devotee were elders on social media and my own boyfriend. My boyfriend is Mexica and is reconnecting with his Aztec roots. He was the one who helped me navigate the journey to devoting to her. I've spent time and time and more time researching her history, her symbols, and much more.

This is why I specify that I won't ever post information about her that isn't a reblog or a resource recommendation. I'm still relatively new, but want to thank my Santisima through her own blog. I figured I should since I have one for Dionysus as well at @dionysus-philosophy

Anyways, just a small intro as well as an explanation of where I am in my journey with her as well as why I won't post certain types of content.

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joyfeelstheocean · 3 years

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oopsies

sry I haven't been posting much on here, I don't think anyone cares lmao plus its only been like a few days, but I rly hurt my little thumb and it hurts when I type on my phone and I cant rly type on my phone anyways because of it, ANYWAYS I forgot I had a laptop tehehehehehe so I'm using this rn to type this out!! today was pretty successful besides the usual mom tingzz,,,, ummmm I went out with my boyfriend and some friends to go pet some kitties and then we went to my favorite metaphysical shop in my area!! my boyfriend got me some birthday gifts and he said there is still more cumming hehe I got a Santa muerte deck and I was so apprehensive on getting this because idk what she symbolizes but honestly yeah I am still a little weary I just don't want to do her any injustice and disrespect her because I am a little afraid ngl but I love the deck it is super super pretty! he also got me a little baggy to but my travel crystals in hehe and some rose incense and some crystals!! luvvvvvv him ummmm we also ate some bomb ass pad thai holy shit I literally loved it so much so good!! ALSO BITCH I started and finished heart stopper volume 1 in like an hour and holy shit I loved the story and the pictures it was super cute and super beautiful and such a relatable story and I just wish my high school years went like charlies because I always dreamed of that happening but my school is filled with homophobic country white boys lmao but it would have been nice :( anyways idk how to do the font tingz on here so its just gonna stay like this,,,, I am going to barnes and nobles this Saturday to pick up this cute kitten manga and volume 2 maybe 3 of heart stopper and I am going to binge the shit out of those two!! I rly enjoy reading those comic style books because I finish them rather quickly and it makes me feel more accomplished when reading versus reading an 800 page book and taking forever and possibly getting burnt out in the middle fuck even 400 like Addie larue but I loved that book one of my favs ever, I'm also reading they both die at the end and I am just a few pages in and I am already very interested but I rly want to read heart stopper, I am going to read they both die tmrw because baby has no work heheheh!!! okiiiii well this is the longest blog I every posted prob because it is typing and I am a faster typer, I rly just word dumped on here and spoke my mind, way more fluidly than if I was on my phone, I might write on here more often??? okiiii I doubt anyone will read this full thing but if u do I luv u and thank you for reading this fucking novel I wrote ttyl hehe <3

#new books #book lover #book #tarot #daily tarot #tarot cards #witch #journal #poem #writing #diary #santa muerte

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pof203 · 4 years

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Rockababy OC: Rosa-Maria Montoya

This is my OC for Rockababy by c2ndy2c1d. I was originally going to add a picture, but I know I can’t recreate her art. So I’ll try to describe it as best as I can.

Rosa-Maria Montoya’s Story

She’s cute. She’s independent (but not above finding love). She’s strong. She’s kind. She’s helpful... She’s a witch.

To know her full story, click “read more”.

NOTE: Some elements of Kiki’s Delivery Service, Charmed (Original and/or Reboot), American Horror Story: Coven, Witch Craft Works, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, and even Elemental Magick (The Donavan Coven) are present.

NOTE 2: I also like to apologize in advanced to all of the followers of Santa Muerte for using her in a way that they may find offensive.

Rosa-Maria Montoya is a young 13-year-old Mexican-American witch-in-training. She has bright-brown eyes, brown hair with braids, and has some marking on the side of her check that was put on her when she was baby to welcome her to the coven. She lives with her parents, both her grandparents, and their coven in El Paso, Texas. Her coven follows the ways of Nuestra Señora de la Santa Muerte (Our Lady of the Holy Death). Of course, each member has their own patrons they call upon, but Santa Muerte is their main patron. However, Rosa-Maria has yet to find her own patrons until she can discover what her skill, a branch of magick that she is best good at.

One day, Rosa-Maria was just laying around in the park with her father’s radio telling the news.

“... the comet, Wolfgang 90, will be passing over North America sometime this year. However, there is no guarantee that it will be seen in the El Paso skies. And now for the weather forecast. Skies are clearing thanks to some winds coming in from the west... There’ll be a beautiful full moon this even. So if you’re planning something special, tonight might be the night. Moving on to sports.”

Rosa-Maria turns off the radio and sees the forecast was right. The wind was blowing almost all of the clouds away. It is then that Rosa-Maria finally decided.

It is an old custom that when a witch turns 13, they have a choice to either train a year away from home or go to a school of magick.

She runs home to tell her family. At first, they were unsure as she is still young in their eyes. However, their coven’s supreme, Annabelle Sanchez, convinced them.

“I still think she should go to Magic School,” said Abuela, Rosa-Maria’s paternal grandmother.

“Or Miss Robichaux’s Academy,” said Grandma, Rosa-Maria’s maternal grandmother.

“Either way, you’d be safe,” said Grandpa, Rosa-Maria’s maternal grandfather.

“I remember when I turned 13,” said Annabelle with a smile. “They said I could become the Supreme of the New Orleans Coven, but their reigning Supreme at the time, Mimi DeLongpre, chose Anna-Leigh Leighton. But this is mainly because it turned out I was to become the Supreme of my own coven. I found my own path. I think it’s only fair you should let your daughter do the same.”

“Si,” said Abeulo, Rosa-Maria’s paternal grandfather. “But we’re still worried. Rosa-Maria barely knows how to fly. And I’ve no time to teach her how to mix potions like me.”

“Young people are all the same. They all want to do something different… But at least you get to teach her the potion that cures my husband’s Rheumatism.”

Later, Rosa-Maria got ready in her room. Her mother gave her a dark Goth-Lolita dress, though not too many laces.

“And now for the finishing touch,” said her mother, placing a black cape over Rosa-Maria and topped it off with a black pointy hat.

“Oh, Mom, this looks so… stereotypical.”

“It’s not important on what you wear, what matters is the heart inside.”

“Then I’ll try to be the very best witch that I can be, Mom. And I know having a good corazon is important.”

“Just follow your heart and keep smiling. And be sure to write home as soon as you’re settled.”

“Si, Mommi.”

As Mrs. Montoya leaves, Mr. Montoya comes in.

“Papi, did you say I could bring the radio? Mom, didn’t he say I could bring the radio?”

“Alright, it’s yours already,” said Mr. Montoya.

“Gracias.”

“Well now, you look certainly grown up, mi pricessa. You look just like your mother when she was young.”

“I’m glad about that. Papi, can you left me up high like when I was little?”

Mr. Montoya tries to pick up his daughter. At first it was hard, but he got to it.

“I can’t believe my Vision didn’t tell me that you were growing up so fast. But if things don’t work out, you can always come home.”

“And come back a failure? Ew, no way!”

They laugh.

“Will you write us if you have the time?”

She nods.

Later that night as the full moon grew higher and higher, members of the coven, their neighbors (witch, human, and otherwise) came to see Rosa-Maria off.

“But aren’t you worried about Rosa-Maria going off on her own?” asked a human neighbor. “She doesn’t even have a Whitelighter yet. Or even discovered her Skill. And there are a lot of things to worry about: Warlocks, monsters, witch hunters, other witches, and even…”

“Of course they’re worried,” assured his witch wife. “but Rosa-Maria will be just fine.”

Rosa-Maria was speaking to her friends.

“Do you think you’ll find a big city?” asked a Tigua girl.

“Or maybe a town?” asked a witch girl.

“Well, that’s what I’m hoping for anyway,” answered Rosa-Maria.

“Oh, you’re going to have so much fun,” said a jealous fairy girl.

“But I’m not going there just for a good time. In order to be a proper Workshop Witch, I have to train a year away from home.”

“Yeah, be sure to tell that to the vatos,” said a human girl.

The friends all laughed.

“Rosa-Maria, it’s time,” said Grandma.

“Okay,” she responded going over to the adults.

“That’s the broom you’re going to be leaving on?” asked Grandma.

“Si,” answered Rosa-Maria, proudly. “I just made it this morning all by myself.”

“Honey, it’s too small to be really safe. I’d rather you take my broom. I know it better.”

“But Grandma, that one’s so old.”

“And that’s why it’s good. You can rely on it time after time in any kind of weather. Now Rosa-Maria, do this for us, please.”

“But I put so much work into this one. Right, Mimi?”

Mimi looks up to her witch.

“Your broom is nice… But let’s take your grandma’s.”

“You’re no help.”

“Now, mija,” said Abuela. “Can’t you make yourself another fine broom when you get settled down?”

Rosa-Maria knew there was no escaping this. So, she hands her broom to Grandma and takes her broom. With that, Mr. and Mrs. Montoya wish their daughter safe. As do both her grandparents.

“Attention,” announced Annabelle. “Friends, neighbors, members of our coven. Tonight, a young witch is about to embark on a journey from childhood to adulthood. We wish her only the best of luck as she heads out into the world on her own for one year, only seeing us during our celebrations. Rosa-Maria Montoya, are you ready?”

“Ready, Madame Supreme.”

“Then… Take off!”

With that, Rosa-Maria mounted her broomstick. At first, she hovered a few feet of the ground… Then, she and Mimi zoomed off. She hit a few trees which bells were hanging off of.

“Aim your broomstick,” whispered Mrs. Montoya.

All was quiet for a time. Then, Rosa-Maria’s voice came in the distance.

“Adios, everybody! I’ll miss you!”

“Santa Muerta,” prayed Mr. Montoya. “And all of the patrons we call upon, please make sure our little baby be safe and well in the world.”

“I’m going to miss the wonderful sound of those bells,” said another neighbor.

Rosa-Maria and Mimi traveled the skies for many, many days. They would stop by at a motel from time to time. Though every town they have been to either already a lot of witches who were not so welcoming of them. She would move on.

One night, Rosa-Maria was so tiered of flying, she and Mimi settled in a train for the evening. The train then begins to move as the two were fast asleep.

NOTE 3: Now keep in mind, I don’t know where Rockababy took place, though I suspect it’s somewhere in the north west of America.

That morning, Rosa-Maria looks out of the train and sees a town.

“How lovely,” said Rosa-Maria, delighted. “I wonder if they have a witch there.”

“You know they may be a bad thing,” said Mimi.

Rosa-Maria and Mimi both get on the broom and take off into the air. Rosa-Maria was astounded by the view of the town.

“Look at the place,” she said. “It’s the kind of place I’ve always imagined.”

“But there may be some witches living here already,” said Mimi.

“And there may not be.”

Rosa-Maria then flies her broom around until she spotted a cliff that overlooked the town. She wondered if she could see the whole town from up there. As they arrived up there, Rosa-Maria just hovered near the cliff… She didn’t even notice a car pulling up on the cliff. Then, some greasers we all know and love come out.

NOTE 4: By this time, Richie and Ace are already greasers themselves.

“Finally, the weekend!” said a relieved Brick.

“Yeah,” said Boomer, places his arms around Brick. “Those tests were brutal.”

“Nobody said Senior Year would be easy,” said Ace. “Unlike Richie, he’s got it all made.”

“Aww, it wasn’t all that easy for me,” Richie said. “I think I got a wrong answer in Geometry.”

“’A’ wrong answer?” said a suspicious Bones.

“You really had to bring that up?”

“Chill, you guys,” said Shifty, adjusting his sunglasses. “We all have our own thing… And you’re gonna wake her.”

Looking in the back, Buttons was fast asleep.

Then, Bones notices Rosa-Maria flying near the cliff.

“What on earth is that?”

“Wait,” said Richie. “Broom and a black cat… And that hat… HOLY SMOKES, A REAL LIVE WITCH!”

Rosa-Maria heard Richie yelling. She turns around and sees the Bozos.

“Hello!” she calls out to them.

They greet her back.

“Do any witches live in this town?”

“No one has seen any around here in a long time,” answered Shifty.

“That’s great. Our trip is over. We’re staying right here. Thanks, you guys. Bye!”

With that, Rosa-Maria takes off.

“A real witch in our town,” said Richie. “Never thought I’d live to see the day.”

“My father never liked witches,” said Ace. “He thinks they’re nothing but a bunch of old hags… Boy is he wrong.”

“I just wish I could take a closer look and get to know her. What are witches really like?”

Then, Shifty starts the car.

“Why don’t we find out?” he asks.

With that, the Bozos get in the car and drive into town.

Rosa-Maria then flew into town.

“They’re looking at us,” said a worried Mimi.

“I know,” said Rosa-Maria. “Smiling so we can make a good impression.”

Rosa-Maria was enjoying the attention so much. She closed her eyes to see how daring she is to fly without seeing.

“Yeesh,” said Mimi. “You’d think they’ve never seen a girl and a cat on a broomstick before.”

But then, they nearly hit a bus. Rosa-Maria managed to fly out of the way, but ended up causing a five car pile-up.

“Smooth,” said Mimi, sarcastically. “Very smooth. You definitely know how to make a good first impression.”

A cop comes and yells at Rosa-Maria. Fortunately, one of the Bozos managed to distract the cop for her to escape. Richie catches up to her and begins asking her a bunch of questions.

“Are you really a witch? How do your spells work? Did you come from a coven? How far can you fly on your broom? How do you even make it fly? Do you worship the devil or some other great being?”

Rosa-Maria was starting to get fed up and snaps at Richie.

“Thank you for getting me out of trouble. But I really shouldn't be talking to you, and you wanna know why? It's very rude to talk to a girl before you've been introduced and before you know her name.”

With that, she takes off on her broom.

Rosa-Maria and Mimi try to find a place to stay for the duration of Rosa-Maria’s training. They were unsuccessful. After wondering around town for so long, they arrive at the neighborhood of Richie and his mother, Dr. Cunningham. They saw the Bozos’ car coming up.

“They must live here,” suggested Mimi.

Rosa-Maria was thinking of taking off again, but Dr. Cunningham comes out with a teddy bear.

“Boomer, your sister and her daughter were visiting us. But when they left, they forgot your niece’s teddy bear.”

“That ain’t good,” said Boomer. “Lily loves that teddy bear.”

“Do you think you can take it to them?”

“That’d be hard. The in-laws don’t exactly like us. Especially me and Brick. And it ain’t just ‘cause we’re greasers.”

“Oh dear, I have some work to finish up, but I guess I better go there myself.”

Rosa-Maria could not stand the thought of a child being away from her favorite toy.

“Excuse me.”

“Oh, it’s you again,” said Ace.

“If you like, I can take the bear to them.”

“You would?” asked Dr. Cunningham.

“Just tell me where they live.”

“My sister and Lily live with the in-laws on Starlight Heights,” said Boomer. “But how-“

Before Boomer could finish, Rosa-Maria takes the bear and takes off into the air on her broom. Dr. Cunningham was amazed.

“I guess I better tell you,” said Richie.

After Rosa-Maria brought the teddy bear to Boomer’s niece, she returns to the Cunningham residence.

“I brought back her teddy. Her mother even gave me this note to give you.”

Dr. Cunningham takes the note and reads it.

Thank you for returning Lily’s teddy bear. Your new friend is really quite special.

“And thank you,” said Boomer.

“Well, I’ll be going,” said Rosa-Maria.

“Wait,” said Dr. Cunningham. “You should at least let us thank you for what you did for my sis and niece.”

They went inside in which Boomer made a great dinner for them all.

“Now stop me if I’m right,” said Dr. Cunningham. “I’m guessing you’re a witch-in-training.”

“That’s right,” answered Rosa-Maria.

“Like I told you,” said Richie, smiling.

“I really it here, but people don’t seem to like witches here. Even the lady’s parents-in-laws weren’t too happy to see me fly in.”

“Depends on the people,” said Dr. Cunningham. “Now take us for instance. I just met you and I know I like you.”

“Even though you’re a scientist?” asked Richie.

“True, as a scientist, I find stuff like this dubious. But the one rule about being a scientist is keeping an open mind. After all… We know anything is possible in this world.”

She winks at Shifty who winks back. Mimi is confused.

“So, where are you two staying?”

Rosa-Maria just looks down.

“I see. Why didn’t you say you don’t have a place to stay? We have plenty of room in the attic, you could use that.”

“You’d really let me stay with you!?”

“Of course,” Dr. Cunningham laughed. “But I don’t think we’ve been introduced. I’m Clara (just made up that first name) Cunningham. As you now know, I’m a scientist. You’ve already met my son and his friends.”

“I’m Richie. Despite my new greaser look, I’m still interested in science.”

“I’m Boomer. Need anythin’ done in the kitchen, I’m your guy.”

“Just call me Brick. I just got my black belt.”

“Bones. It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m Ace. I should really tell me father how wrong he is about witches.”

Shifty goes up to Rosa-Maria.

“Shifty.”

They shook hands.

“Muy bien,” said Rosa-Maria. “I’m Rosa-Maria. Rosa-Maria Montoya. And Mimi is my very best friend.”

A little later, Dr. Cunningham and the Bozos lead Rosa-Maria to the attic.

“I’m sorry if the place will be dusty,” said Dr. Cunningham. “We haven’t been up there in a while.”

“I think I can manage,” assured Rosa-Maria.

They went into the attic which was indeed a bit dusty.

“This place could use a little cleaning,” said Dr. Cunningham. “If I already wasn’t busy with my work, I’d help you clean… But I’m sure my son and his friends can help.”

“I’m sure we will,” said Richie, nervously. “But I guess it can also mean I can ask you some questions.”

“You mean like if I worship the Dark Lord?” asked Rosa-Maria, sternly. “Well, I won’t deny it, there are a few Satanic covens in the world. Like the Church of Night. But don’t worry, I’m not a member of any of those covens. The El Paso Coven follows Santa Muerte. But each member does have their own patrons. Like my dad who calls on Apollo to help him with his prophecies. My mom invokes Athena for crafting talismans. Abuela calls Hermes for her séances. Abuelo calls Asclepius to help with his potions. And both my maternal call upon Demeter for their harvest.”

“And what patron do you call on?” asked Richie.

“I’ll know once I’ve discovered my Skill, the branch of magick that I’m best at.”

“Like what?”

“Well, I’ve already said by my families’ patrons. My dad’s a fortuneteller who uses tea leaves and tarot cards. My mom crafts amulets and talismans. Abuela is a medium, aside from being able to see and hear ghosts like all witches do, she can call them even from the beyond and can even hear the voices of the gods. Abuelo is a potion maker, he made a killing with eye drops that can cure nearsightedness. And my maternal grandparents are good with Farm Magick. I’m still trying to figure out what my Skill is.”

“Well, I hope you find it,” said Bones.

“Now, if you need anything, just give a holler,” said Dr. Cunningham.

“Thanks,” said Rosa-Maria.

Rosa-Maria and Mimi stayed with the Cunninghams many weeks. Rosa-Maria continued to find her Skill. She tried Fortunetelling, but had little success. Her amulets and talismans may look pretty, but hardly produced results. Now, she was ready to try Potions.

“Potions, you say?” asked Dr. Cunningham. “One of the closest things witchcraft has in common with science. I hope you succeed.”

“Same here,” said Rosa-Maria. “It won’t be easy, though. One of the potions I’m making needs herbs that have more power when picked under the full moon.”

“That’s tonight,” said Richie. “Actually, me and some of my friends are going to the cliff area. That’s the place we first met you.”

“Why?”

“It’s just something we do… That, and I’m hoping to do some research.”

“On what?”

Richie smiles and says, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Oh,” said Rosa-Maria. “I suppose. Still thank you. I hope Potions is what I’m good at.”

“If not, you could always fly around on your broomstick and deliver stuff.”

“… I think that’s already taken.”

Later that night as the full moon rises, Rosa-Maria, Mimi, and the Bozos (except for Ace) go to the cliff overlooking the town. Richie was wearing his regular nerdy clothes (says it would be more appropriate).

“Thanks for bringing me up here,” said Rosa-Maria. “I could have flown up here, but after what happened when I first got here, better safe than sorry.”

“We just like it up here,” Shifty said coolly.

“I wonder why Ace isn’t here?”

“Family matters,” said Richie. “Something with his father.”

“I see. Sorry for asking.”

“It’s okay,” said Brick. “So, what are we looking for.”

“Richie helped me research some of the plant life that grow around here. Here’s a list of the things we can find.”

Rosa-Maria hands them a copy of a list of herbs and ingredients for the potion she is making.

“Some of these don’t look hard to find,” said Boomer. “Some of ‘em I use in my cookin’.”

“That sound great,” said Rosa-Maria in grateful glee.

“Just hope he knows to cover his ears if he finds a mandrake,” said a worried Mimi.

With that, Rosa-Maria goes off with Mimi and the other Bozos go to find the potion ingredients. Shifty decides to stay with the car. When he was sure that Rosa-Maria was out of sight, Shifty goes to the car and looks in the back to find Buttons just waking from her nap.

“I think we have time,” said Shifty. “Wanna see somethin’ great?”

Buttons squeaks in agreement.

Shifty takes Buttons and turns on the radio and places her on the car hood as the headlights shined. Then, Shifty takes a lollipop and holds it like a microphone and begins lips synch the song that was playing… Only You by The Platters. As he nears the end of the song, Shifty returns to his true alien form. The other Bozos who heard him couldn’t help but join in. What none of them knew before it was too late… Rosa-Maria and Mimi saw the whole thing. They were shocked.

“Rosa-Maria!” said a reeling Shifty, changing back to human form. ��I can explain!”

But Rosa-Maria just screamed and she and Mimi tried to take off on her broomstick which she brought with her in case of emergencies. But Brick grabs a hold of it and yanks it from her. They try to run, but the other Bozos managed to stop her. Shifty, back in his human form tried to explain, but Rosa-Maria was too scared.

“You are a Demonic Shapeshifter, aren’t you?” she said with nervousness.

“I’m not,” responded Shifty.

“Then, you some kind of monster.”

“Maybe. But I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“What kind of monster can change into a human from some kind of lizard?”

“… An alien?” responded Richie.

“No way. Aliens can’t be real… Can they, Mimi?”

“Who knows,” said Mimi. “We know it’s possible to reanimate a corpse with science. Maybe they are real.”

Rosa-Maria thought for a moment. Finally, she spoke.

“Okay, so maybe you are an alien. How do I know I can trust you?”

Buttons came out of Shifty’s jacket and squeaked. Seeing her, Rosa-Maria couldn’t help but see the innocence in her eyes.

“I think you have your answer,” said Bones.

“Si,” said Rosa-Maria. “I understand. I’m sorry. Los siento.”

“It’s understandable,” said Shifty. “You probably never saw anything like this. I bet even witches would be surprised.”

“Actually, we have seen something like this. It usually scares us.”

“How?” asked Richie. “Does this have something to do with you calling Shifty some demonic shapeshifter?”

“Pretty much. But I’ll tell you later. Right now, it would be foolish just standing around here in the darkness. Let’s just finish gathering what we need and go.”

After gathering all the ingredients she needed, Rosa-Maria, Mimi, the Bozos, and Buttons all leave.

Back at the Cunningham house, Rosa-Maria got right away working on her potion. Ace had already returned from visiting his father in prison. They explained what had happened.

“So I guess the secret’s out now,” said Ace. “But I’m sort of on edge about what Rosa-Maria just said about these Demonic Shapeshifters. What’s that about?”

“Well, we witches have a lot of enemies and threats to us,” explained Rosa-Maria. “There are warlocks who wish to take our lives and our powers.”

“I thought warlocks were male witches,” said Boomer, confused.

“That’s a common misconception. A male witch is also called a witch. A warlock is a witch who has broken the Witch’s Code: An ye harm none, do what ye will. They only want power. Of course, it’s understandable why you would think that. Just as the majority of witches are female, the majority of warlocks are male. It’s a rare occasion if you encounter a female warlock. Other threats to us witches are witch hunters for obvious reasons. Monsters who would love the taste of flesh and blood. Especially humans. Extra flavor if it’s magical blood. There will even be targeted by other witches either because they’re Tower Witches, that’s what we call bad witches, or because I crossed into their or their coven’s territory. But the biggest threat to all of us witches and non-witches are… demons.”

“Demons?” asked Bones. “Like from Hell?”

“Pretty much. Demons only wish to bring death and destruction wherever they go. We Workshop Witches, good witches, are one of the many beings who have the power to stop them in order to protect the innocent and the greater good. Because of this, demons want to get rid of us.”

“I see,” said Richie. “That does sound bad.”

“It does. That’s why my family wanted me to go to Magic School instead of going out on my own. They said it would be safer. But it would also mean I would never them again for a long time. But they still wish I could go there. My banishings and vanquishings are not the best. I could barely handle a Lower Level Demon.”

“How so?” asked Ace, a little worried there.

“A year ago, a Lower Level Demon was giving trouble to one of our neighbors. I thought I could do it, but I failed. The spell to vanquish a Lower Level Demon goes: Hellspawn demon, creature of death, fire shall take your very breath. But I got the words mixed up. Instead of breath, I said bread and made all the bread in the house disappear.”

“What happened next?”

Rosa-Maria could tell the Ace was scared… for her… Could he be… She continues her story.

“Thankfully, our Supreme came, vanquished the demon, and saved me. After that, they decided that Demon Hunting is definitely not my Skill.”

“I’m sorry,” said Ace.

“Still think it’s a good idea to let me stay here with you?” Rosa-Maria was hoping they would say yes.

“We had to fight my father to save Shifty and Buttons,” said Ace in an almost prince-like tone. “I think we can handle whatever threatens you. Don’t worry, you can count on us… You can count on me.”

Rosa-Maria was almost happy to hear that. Hearing him say those things made her feel a little safer… and happier.

“Gracias, Ace.”

The two stared into each other’s eyes passionately.

“Don’t tell me their fallin’ in love,” laughed Shifty.

“They definitely look close,” said Bones.

“Maybe they’re Anon Cupla,” suggested Mimi.

“We’re not,” said an embarrassed Rosa-Maria. “… But then again…”

“What did your cat say?” asked Brick.

“Mimi thinks me and Ace maybe Anon Cupla,” she answered.

“Anon what?”

“In the witch world, we have witches who are bound to each other. They are Bonded Pairs. There are two kinds of them. The first is Anon Ceangal. That’s when two people choose to bound their souls together. Kind of like a married couple. It’s strong, but easily broken and undone. The second is Anon Cupla. That’s when two or more people share the same soul. It’s permanent and once bound, it can never be broken or undone. They’ll be part of each other’s lives for all eternity.”

“I see. That sounds… Really romantic.”

“No doubt about that,” said Boomer, happily.

Brick and Boomer hold hands.

“So you think we might be this Anon Cupla?” asked Ace.

“Well, that’s what Mimi thinks,” said Rosa-Maria. “It’s rare to find your soul twin. My parents are actually Anon Ceangal. They only unified to save my mother’s parents because they were poor, despite how good they are at Farming Magick. They said I was the only good that came out of it. And they’re real good friends. Of course, my family said I shouldn’t settle for Anon Ceangal and not give up hope for finding my Anon Cupla.”

“But how could it be me? I’m not a witch.”

“Our Supreme says that Anon Ceangal and Anon Cupla are not limited to just witches. It could be with anyone. My friend, Lila, her Anon Cupla is a werewolf. They’ve been together for 5 years.”

“I see.”

Though, Ace wasn’t sure. Rosa-Maria is pretty as far as witches go, but can it really work out? Only time will tell.

“But I shouldn’t focus on that right now,” said Rosa-Maria, going back to her potion. “Right now, I need to focus on my training. Love and romance can wait.”

“Okay.”

Rosa-Maria and Ace smile at each other.

“By the way, Rosa-Maria, what kind of potion are you working on?”

“It’s one of Abuelo’s. It’s the Butterfly Conjuration Potion. If I can get it right, it’ll conjure a swarm of beautiful butterflies.”

“And if you get it wrong?” asked Boomer.

“I’d rather not find out. Okay, now we just need a pinch of basil.”

“Here you go.”

Boomer handed Rosa-Maria the basil. She adds pinch of it to the pot and a puff of orange smoke came out.

“Now for the last ingredient. One whole milkweed flower.”

“Uh ho,” said Richie. “I’m sorry to have to tell you this, Rosa-Maria, but milkweeds don’t grow around this area. But I did find some blueblossums. They’re the closest to milkweed. Will that work?”

“Abuelo said that I shouldn’t use substitutes. But I guess this will have to do.”

Richie gave Rosa-Maria the blueblossums and added them to the pot which let out a loud bang and a puff of grey smoke.

“Odd. When Abuelo makes this potion, the smoke comes out white. Okay, now for the incantation… Llamo a los espíritus para que traigan mariposas para llenar el aire. ¡Concede tu poder, Santa Muerte!”

Then, in a loud bang and a puff of smoke the filled the entire kitchen, something came out of the pot… But it wasn’t a butterfly… It was a bat! Rosa-Maria and the Bozos all panic. Buttons just waved at the strange flapping creature she had never seen before. Fortunately, the bat vanished in a puff of smoke.

“I see what your gramps meant,” said Shifty, catching his breath and trying to maintain his human form.

“I guess Potions isn’t my Skill, either,” said a disappointed Rosa-Maria.

“Don’t give up,” said Ace with a smile. “I’m sure you’ll find it.”

Rosa-Maria smiled at what Ace said. She knows he’s right. She’ll find out what her Skill is before her year-long training is done.

What happens next? … Well, why don’t you guys decide that.

#rockababy #oc #orginal character

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@praeyers said: bruh, if i could share with you some of my insane creativity, i would gladly hand it over lmao. it’s driving me nuts lately.

LMAO IF I COULD I WOULD TAKE IT. Do you take cash or credit card? I sat down today in the morning and stared at my screen for an hour without writing and then cried. I MEAN I CRY A LOT BUT THIS WAS AN ENTIRE DIFFERENT SORT.

@ibuzoo said: If you need someone to talk just hit me up ❤️❤️❤️

I’ll take you up on that offer tonight, thank you. As soon as I get back home I’m going to do a bit of yoga and wrap myself in a blanket. ❤️❤️❤️ ❤️❤️❤️

@isis-library said: That sucks. Try and use the block as an opportunity to refill your inspiration coffers by absorbing new art or new places. Even if it’s just a new restaurant. That’s what I try to do anyway. *slides your muse a martini* Maybe that will help.

This is a really good idea, thank you! I just don’t know where to look, I’ve been rereading stuff and trying to just remind myself that I don’t have to force it but. Idk, there is this pit of just...black. It’s really distressing.

@gildedmouths said: i hope you find inspiration and everything feels better soon

Thank you so much! If you have any interesting articles please throw them my way? YOU ALWAYS POST THE MOST INTERESTING ARTICLE THINGS. I love your Santa Muerte research. ❤️❤️❤️ ❤️❤️❤️

@nickyhemmick said: I feel you :/ I hope it picks up for u soon!! 💓💓

Thank you so much!! I’m just alksdjklasdjkal.

#eliot talks nonsense #all my cute friends

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In the Heights God Au

Yep. I went and did this, and it’s long. And it’s a bit of a mess. And long. This is going to be Part 1 of hopefully one 2, to avoid making this post too long. And of course, you are all free to take your own creative liberties with this; what I’ve chipped in is only what I’d like to see, nothing more.

Overall this may seem like a jumbled mess and I'm sorry for that.

The way I have it, each character is going to have their God based on an already existing deity/myth, and they all vary in origin and cultural influence. Cause I wanted to do more than just Greek mythology. They all reside in varying places in the world too.

Usnavi => God of Stories and Storytelling

Based on Anansi the Storytelling spider of the Caribbean

Resides on an a relatively small, floating island (it's his island), all pretty and stuff, and it's spider central (but like cute spiders not those big hairy ones Usnavi would probably freak if he saw one of those)

The spiders provide the stories Usnavi collects; if there's one he really likes he'll go out and get the story himself.

He met Vanessa by chance one day, had a conversation and hit it off and he fell so hard for her; he’s made it his mission to seek Vanessa out and see her again.

He weaves the web to catch Vanessa when the wind blows by, but she always slips through => he tries to fashion better webs; it never works out.

His little island tends to orbit where Sonny lives so he can be close and watch over little god Sonny.

Creative liberty => Usnavi could totally have multiple arms if you wanted that in a design; I think that’d be really cool

Vanessa => Goddess of Wind and Flight

Vanessa lives in the clouds and sky, that being her domain, so she can fly and be free.

She would be based off the Aztec wind god Quetzalcoatl => light and beautiful dress, but strong and bright colors and she's adorned with gorgeous feathers.

She flies across the sky, carrying the winds with her where she goes => She can just fly on her own

She likes Usnavi, and thinks it kind of funny that they keep playing this game of “Catch the Wind,” but once she starts falling for Usnavi oh boy => She blames Carla for it (you’ll see why)

Sonny => God of the Sun

He resides in an open tower made of clay with plenty of openings for him to fly out wherever he wants

Based off the Incan god of the sun Nuit with plenty of Inca cultural influence in dress manner => I love the idea of Sonny having physical wings here

Bright and energetic, a protector of the people, but hot-headed (get it?)

He kinda really very much loves the moon and wants to meet her and see her and have a conversation with her => Can't really have time to do any of that because the moon and the sun can't be in the sky at the same time; he tries anyway => Sonny chases Nina across the sky the moment the sun is supposed to rise to catch at least a glimpse of Nina before she disappears for the day

He'll never actually catch her, though

Nina => Goddess of the Moon and the Minds

Most definitely based off the Greek god Athena => Much Greek influence in design

Resides in a Greek style pantheon, which happens to be in a mountain

Sonny chases her to catch her, but she ends up falling in love Benny who does catch her

She wants to have some freedom from the confines that Kevin has placed upon her

Pretty solid relationship with Lincoln even though Kevin disagrees; Lincoln can always cheer her up somehow and does indirectly help Nina and Benny hook up (You’ll see)

Benny => The Mortal who Caught the Moon

He's a mortal who falls in love with the Moon, but he can never see her because she's too far away and he can't stay awake long enough to draw her attention

So he sings to the moon until he can no longer stay awake (Lincoln provides the slightest drop of inspiration, leaving the rest to Benny) => Nina hears it and looks for the source and she does find it => She leaves a note

Every night they leave each other gifts and notes and they slowly fall in love => one of those gifts is knowledge, specifically the knowledge of how to catch a god => using the other gifts he crafts a makeshift net, everything held together by a single string made of his love (Carla and Lincoln help with that, you'll see how later) => He catches Nina with the net, pulling her down as gently as possible cause that's a god you've got Benny a pure divine angelic being you better be careful and they're adorable together and they kiss, sealing a bond between them

Lincoln => God of Death

Resides at a shrine located in a graveyard => Graves of the Nameless; people/mortals come to pay their respects to Lincoln and the dead unknown => He takes the unknown deaths/souls under his wing because he can relate to their loneliness

He is the closest to the mortals and practically in constant contact with them

Inspiration from San/Santa Muerte with a strong cultural influence => contributes to his musicality and isolation

He provides the inspiration for music and art

He creates death as something that is not to be feared, but something to be celebrated => Makes that happen by connecting music and liveliness of cultures to the celebration of death

Kevin’s not the biggest fan of that ideology, and they disagree on the aspect of death and how it should be addressed

Abuela Claudia => Goddess of Heaven and Sky, Lord of Constellations, Mother of the Gods

Inspired by the first Mesopotamian god AnuShe lives everywhere; you ask for her guidance she will just appear

She likes being with the mortals, and often disguises herself as a mortal to check up on the world => bless those doing good and punish those who are not

She takes the souls of the dead and places them as stars in the sky

Also takes time to feed the birds

She foretell events that will occur, but she cannot influence the event in such a way that completely changes the course of fate

The Rosarios => Divine Arcana

Camila => The Empress

Kevin => The Emperor

Camila focuses on health and bounty, values and ethics => Kevin focuses on authority and control => Both serve as judges over the worldInspiration from the tarot arcana of the same name, along with traditional Catholic influences/imagery

Reside in a mountain which inside has the most palace (like a "King Under the Mountain" type of place) and in the center, there's this beautiful grotto and garden with an opening in the ceiling to the sky => that's where Nina is

Kevin built it there to keep Nina close and happy but Nina wants to be freeKevin has so much responsibility it can get overwhelming

Pete => The Boy who Calmed the Sun

Takes inspiration from the demigod Maui => Feel free to take creative liberties in design

Pete's a demigod (in some circles, this can be a bad thing) who receives a from a strange woman (guess who => it's Abuela Claudia helping out fate) asking him to seek out the sun => So Pete goes to find Sonny

Here's why:

Sonny is NOT happy that Nina and Benny are a thing => He's basically lost his only possible chance to have Nina notice him and boy is he salty

So out of anger, he refuses to obey any natural laws and literally starts heating up the whole earth => that's how mortals explain how the earth got deserts

So someone's got to talk some sense into Sonny but he won't let anyone near himHe gets help from Vanessa to be able to find Sonny quickly => Most Gods want to help Pete because no one is benefitting from Sonny’s heatwave

He does find Sonny, but Sonny isn't gonna deal with anyone so he books it => Pete finds a conveniently placed cord, uses it to catch Sonny and ties him down=> So Sonny’s floating in the sky with his hands bound to his sides and he is not happy => He desperately tries to use his powers against Pete in some way but because of Pete’s demigod blood he’s not really affected by any of it

The whole thing that happens is based on the Maui myth about slowing the sun, just without attacking the sun to the point of weakness

They do start to get along on the way back to Sonny’s home => Pete becomes the therapist friend who helps Sonny vent and talks all the anger out

They get back to Sonny’s tower and Nina’s there => she worked around a few rules to be able to talk to the sun => Sonny so desperately wants to be mad at her but he can’t => they talk it out, actually get to know each other, make amends, etc. => Pete you did a good => mortals and Gods are like “whoa damn man you just snagged an angry God out of the sky like whoa”

Carla => Goddess of Love and Matchmaking

Inspired by the Chinese god Yue Lao, who ties the red string of fate around those destined to be together; or people she thinks should be together => fate works the way it does => Normally does the tying after checking with Abuela Claudia on fate’s say in the matter; sometimes she gets an answer, sometimes she doesn’t => Only she can see the stringReally into knitting and crochet => thanks @boopliette !

Whenever two souls end up together, people normally blame Carla => they did for the whole Benny and Nina thing; she’ll never admit that she did tie them together

The two souls she ties together are supposedly soulmates => mortals don’t always follow what she’s made and that’s okay => sometimes people can be a little stupid

Likes being in the thick of humanity with Daniela, mostly cause it’s her job to watch over the soulmates she ties

Daniela => Goddess of Beauty and Femininity

Inspiration from the Egyptian goddess Bastet, Goddess of Felines, women, and beauty

She and Carla go hand in hand => Carla hooks up the people, Daniela plays out the game of life with the two

Daniela sometimes fools mortals and orchestrates the drama that entangles them

Protective of women, but she does it in a subtle way => Blesses them with beauty, gives them confidence, and tries to steer them away from poor choices

Also into cats

She prefers to stay around humanity for the drama; she likes having something to talk about

As I’ve stated before, creative liberties are open! Please, you have all the right to dabble into this with your own ideas and stuff. I’d love that. And hey, if you ever want to talk about this, I’m open for conversation. Part 2 will hopefully come with more of the world stuff; how humanity is, and other little things about being a god/divine.

#Ahhhh christ #this is long #and exhausing #but hey #now it's out #in the heights #god au #in the heights god au

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