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cajunwitch101 · 1 year

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PROTECTION MAGIC::

Protection magic is anything done with the intention to banish negative energy and strengthen inner power. It’s the reminders from our grandmothers, their small rituals and superstitions. We all have our ways of feeling safe and of warding off the adverse influences of the outside world. We are living through an unfathomably violent and chaotic time in human history, plagued with inequality across the scale. These turbulent cycles have occurred before, but now with the prevalence of social media, we are inundated with heartbreaking and overwhelming imagery nearly constantly. Our nervous system — and our souls — can only process and experience so much. Anxiety and worry can create a life of their own, overtaking our psyches and manifesting even more negativity around us.Staying embodied and centered during uncertain times can be difficult, but necessary. Right now, we are being called to increase our prayers, create networks of safety amongst our communities, and implement all our strongest protective tools. You can find the simple tools of protecting yourself, your home, and your loved ones

RITUAL BATHING:

When we experience traumatic events, or sudden life transitions, our spirits can become disconnected from our bodies from the shock. For example, people who’ve experienced a horrible accident might have an out of body experience, or someone suffering from depression might dissociate. The simplest way to reset our energy is through water, in any form. Water contains the essence of life and instantly purifies the aura and clears the mind. Whether you just take a hot shower, dip into the ocean, or cleanse yourself in a river, all forms of water are grounding and healing.

Visit your favorite body of water and imagine the water washing away any stagnant energy you’re holding. Sea salt or epsom salt specifically help draw out tension and trauma held in the body. Add herbs to your bath to amplify the cleansing properties of your ritual. The most simple protection bath ingredients you can purchase at any supermarket healthstore or corner market: fresh rosemary, fresh mint, and lemons. Cut and chop all ingredients in a large bowl or bucket of room temperature water, and pray over the mixture, speaking your intentions for physical or energetic protection. Pour the mixture over your head and imagine all of the plant matter absorbing and releasing any malevolent energy. Discard all plant matter and dress in light colored clothing afterwards.

KITCHEN MAGIC

Every culture has plants traditionally used to ward off evil. Whether the plants are used as incense, or eaten as food,engaging with them helps us absorb their magical qualities. Our immune systems protect the body from both negative energy and unwanted pathogens, making nourishment key to our overall wellness. Food is one of our greatest medicines and a first line of defense. And luckily, our kitchens are already stocked with healing and protective medicinal herbs.

A simple fire cider can be made to protect the immune system and fight off any pathogens, both physical and energetic. Mix chopped fresh herbs and vegetables like oregano, sage, thyme, garlic, onion, ginger, chilies, turmeric, and pack in a jar with apple cider vinegar, making sure the vinegar covers the plant material. Store in a cool dark place for 2-4 weeks and then strain — now you have a potent fire cider! Take a shot of your fire cider potion regularly, especially during cold and flu seasons. Many of these pungent herbs contain antimicrobial and antiviral properties, helping us fight off illness, as well as malefic energy. There’s a reason these herbs have been used historically to avert everything from vampires to plagues.

Jewelry is a great way to wear your power talismans on you throughout the day. Try wearing protective crystals like obsidian, turquoise, or carnelian or balancing metals like copper or gold. Find pieces that resonate with you and make you feel powerful. Evil eye charms can be worn as bracelets or other jewelry, or hung anywhere in the car or home. The evil eye symbol protects us from negative energy, and especially the unintentioned gaze of others.

Clothing and fashion is another way to express protective barriers. The clothes we choose to wear carry their own energetic significance. If you’re experiencing a lot of stagnant emotions or depression, try wearing white or light colored clothing to uplift some of that energy. White is a purifying color that stops us from picking up any outside influences. If you’re suffering from anxious thought patterns, try covering your head with a bandana or hat to block some of that energetic interference. The color red symbolizes protection and empowerment, and can be worn to create a strong energetic shield.

SMOKE CLEANSING

Burning incense is another ancient technique used to clear energy and call in protective spirits. Try using an incense that relates to your ancestral spiritual practices (if you don’t immediately know which plants to use, this is a fun research topic) and steer clear of any commercially available white sage or products that contain it. With the rising interest in ritual practices, white sage has become synonymous with the idea of “cleansing” negative energy or “smudging” and is sometimes viewed as the only plant that can be used for such reasons. Nothing could be further from the truth, as each plant and herb contains their own potent magic, and no one plant is better than another. Herbs used worldwide for cleansing energy include: frankincense, pine, cedar, rosemary, and different types of sage. Find the sacred incense that resonates with you or is plentiful in your local landscape.

PRACTICAL MAGIC

Our homes are an extension and reflection of ourselves, and therefore of our energy fields. Chaos and clutter within the home can be reflected in many ways, and can create energetic blockages in our lives. Research principles of feng shui to see if there are ways to create more energetic alignment in your physical spaces. Also, any act of cleaning is in itself a cleansing ritual. When we clean our home, we remove stagnant vibrations. As you sweep or clean, imagine negative energy being released back into the universe. Mirrors can also be placed throughout the home to deflect unwanted spirits and energies from entering your space. Pay special attention to your doors and windows; those are important places to cleanse with incense, and place protective talismans near those entrances and exits.

PROTECTION MAGIC OVERVIEW

Protection magic is an ancient practice, and can be found in the customs, superstitions, and rituals practiced by cultures worldwide. You may be performing many of these already, as they are largely instinctive and inherited. Coming back to these roots is where the most potent magic lies. What small daily rituals do you or your family practice? What makes you feel safe, or grounded in your body? Delving into the practices of your direct ancestors or lineages, and engaging with the practices of others with respect and awareness, can enrich and expand the practices you already maintain.

Stand empowered in your own magic and share your gifts with your friends and families, and with children and youth especially. We are responsible for protecting our own energy, and safeguarding future generations. Listen to your intuition. Keep your shields up. Stay healthy, protected, and blessed. As they say, your grandmother’s & great grandmother's prayers are still protecting you.

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mariacallous · 2 years

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Random ask but how would you describe your style? Are you into fashion?

I love random asks!

I'm gonna flip the order of the questions and say that I am into fashion - like I don't go out and buy magazines or necessarily look at a piece of clothing and go "that was from the spring 1997 collection put out by [x]" but I think about it constantly - which overall styles or elements work and don't work together, what sorts of trends there are and how things have shifted (or reverted), and knowing about different designs from different eras and historical periods, and I read and look into things just because it interests me and to get a better understanding. And I've always been doing this - when I was younger I would talk with my sisters and discuss outfit pairings and critique celebrities and other fashion, and now that I'm older and more myself and more independent, obviously I think more about how I look and present myself (and how I want to present myself).

And honestly, I'm not sure how I'd describe my style, really - I was thinking about this a lot recently because I'm never sure how I come across or look, really (I asked several friends how they'd describe me and I was surprised, but in a good way). Part of the problem is I get very into the mechanics or details - does this particular top go with this particular skirt or pair of pants and this pair of shoes, or does this dress work with this necklace and scarf, etc. - and so to a certain extent I get somewhat divorced from thinking about an overall theme or set of descriptors.

But (and I almost said that my style is "professionally fun" but that makes me sound like I'm doing something I've neither the confidence nor time for) I think my style would be "generally professional but also fun", "comfortably nice in an off-kilter sort of way", "partly inspired by my favorite or most identified-with fictional characters", "21st century bureaucrat-cum-human services-cum office worker mixed with 80s guest star character"? (Feel free to send in descriptions or comments on what y'all think my style or fashion sense is because I always love to know what others think).

I don't really like to show off that much ("keeping the demilitarized zones covered" is how I describe it) really, partly because I'm not comfortable feeling so exposed so much (and I don't know that I have a lot to show off anyway) and partly because I'm a pale ass bitch with predominantly Irish ancestry and I burn like a motherfucker. I do like my legs (mostly from like the knee to the ankle) and so I don't have much of a problem showing those off too much (I'm sort of built like an upside-down bowling pin.)

I like patterns and prints and colors (partly because I spent so long mostly avoiding those and focusing on what was simple but appropriate while still being comfortable due to work, in particular animal print (so snakeskin - LOVE a snakeskin print and I wish there was more stuff with that out there, as well as crocodile print - and leopard and tiger) and paisley and houndstooth and maybe having one standout element or piece (usually the jewelry). For colors I'm all over the place but I try to avoid too much yellow or orange (I don't think it really works well with my coloring) and I go more red (and various shades) and green (etc.) and blue (etc.) and I try to avoid anything too tight or bodycon but I don't want to be completely shapeless and drab, like a Laura Transgirl Wilder/My Transtonia prairie look or The Blahb, and I hate my feet so I don't want anyone to see what they look like (hence no sandals or peeptoes really).

I'm conscious (some might say overly and concerningly away) of my flaws/"areas which could be improved" and so part of my choices are to help mitigate or deflect those, and to work with stuff that I know will be more flattering (although selfies are always a difficult thing and I don't know that I'll ever master the confident yet casual or "casual" selfie).

I don't mind being noticed but I don't really want to stand out too much, at least currently (not that it'd stop anyone).

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moonlit-imagines · 2 years

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Headcanons for Makkari falling for you, a human

Makkari x human!reader

warnings:

a/n: “~” around dialogue means signing

prompt: anonymous: “Hello , could I please have a makkari x reader from eternals headcanon where makkari falls for a human?”

it was the last thing she expected, loving a human beyond feeling a responsibility for them

with you, it was different. she’d actually fallen for you

and it seemed futile trying to love one with her lifespan, but you were worth it. any amount of time with you would be worth it

~“you love me?”~ -you, using sign as you spoke

~i do~ -makkari

~“but you can’t”~ -you

~i want to~ -makkari

truthfully you had also fallen for her through your time spent together

she taught you sign and explained the history of dozens of artifacts, took you places you never dreamed of going, and kept you company when you needed her most

it was honestly an argument on its own trying to determine if you were okay with this relationship

~“say we do work out. my lifespan is a fraction of yours. you’ll lose me”~ -you

~our time spent together will be worth it. i’ve never felt this way before~ -makkari

it took some time to come to terms with the fact that she really was prepared to spend your life with you

and lose you

and the thought of putting her through that made you cry on its own

but makkari was adamant, she showed you how much she cared for you through all her actions

so you accepted it and honestly? your life was so much better with her as your partner

domestic!makkari all the way

it felt unreal with her

but those “normal” human-like intimacies were so special to you two

like winters in cool places, bundled up in jackets, hats, and scarves, snow sticking to your faces, her nose scrunching at the cold air, hot cocoa and coffee, bakery delights, sightseeing

or summers on a beach, hot sun kissing your bodies, swimsuits, sand and castles, saltly air, splashing waves, big sun hats and sunglasses, flowing swimsuit covers, melting popsicles, sunset

maybe you prefer rainy days, running home through the downpour, soaking wet clothes, throwing PJs and blankets in the dryer, her feeling the patter of rain on the windows, putting on a movie, making cookies and popcorn, cuddling together

~“makkari, i love you”~ -you, giving a forehead kiss

~i love you~ -makkari, returning the favor

making a million jokes together

her sign for you is my heart (so open palm to your chest, tap your fingers to it twice for “my,” then palm hovering over chest, bend your middle finger to poke where your heart is for “heart”)

oh i have a good feeling you guys got a dog together. she loves dogs.

“ah, ah, off the bed!” -you when your dog jumps on you, shooing him off

~but he wants to cuddle! we should let him~ -makkari, begging with the same puppy dog eyes as ur precious pooch

~…fine~ -you

training the dog was super fun

yeah he’s ur bestie

makkari always went slow when she was around you, but when you were apart she lived in the fast lane just so she could get back to you

and she told you tales of all the historical eras she lived through and what she collected from them

~i might have stolen this~ -makkari

~“isn’t that true for most of these?”~ -you

you had a good laugh about that

and she decked you out in old armor and jewelry and anything else you could wear so you could take funny pictures

makkari took so many pictures, and although she never specified why, you knew it was so she had something to look at after you were long gone

so you took a ton, gifted her pictures of you as a baby and growing up, made her little mementos like pottery and ornaments and glass vases (mostly assisted from classes you took)

and she cherished each one, adding it to her collection

actually, she had a special collection just for you

you learned of each of her fellow eternals, only through her descriptions of each. they seemed…interesting

~“when can i meet them?”~ -you

~in time~ -makkari

when you did it happened to be in a time of crisis, but that’s a story for another time.

it was great meeting phastos’s husband, ben, yet another human in the circle. you bonded pretty quickly

“yeah, no, i was not expecting to fall in love with an immortal. nor was i expecting one to be so…kind” -you

“oh, i completely agree. sometimes i almost don’t believe the stories phil tells me” -ben

makkari proposed to you with a more than vintage ring

and you wasted no time getting married

to her, it felt like time was running out

there was still so much she wanted to do with you

honestly she was tempted to take you to space for a while

~it would be like nothing you’ve ever seen!~ makkari

~“i’d rather just stay here on earth with you, my love”~ -you

you spent your years going on trips, vacations, outings, no matter how big or small

and you started aging as the days went by

wrinkles became more prominent, gray hairs started to show, joints began to ache, things were harder to do on your own

but makkari hadn’t changed a day

and she prepared herself for these days, knowing she’d take care of you through it all, still bringing you joy and laughter

~“it was a blessing being able to have you in my life”~ -you

~mine, too. i hope to meet you in your next one~ -makkari

your wife was at your bedside until you took your last breath, cherishing the life you lived together, but shedding tears over the thought of living her ongoing immortal life without you

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rheawritessometimes · 3 years

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hey I really liked the photographer au!! would it be possible to make a part 2 with the liyue men (zhongli, xiao, childe)? only if you're really feeling up to it of course!

{ Model!Childe/Xiao/Zhongli x Photographer!GN!Reader }

{ Summary } Taking pictures of the Liyue gang. Model AU Part 1

{ Warnings } Flash Photography, Zero Research Done, Suggestive

{ Notes } I felt up to it. Is there favoritism? No, only who I felt most inspired by. Some of these people would just make terrible models. Masterlist

{ Word Count } 1,464

Childe

Unfortunately, Childe is aware of the fact that he is handsome. A lot of his natural attractiveness is cancelled out by how insufferable he can be.

If he catches you looking at him, or even if he’s just in your field of view, Childe will strike a dramatic pose. About half the time he will insist that you take a photo of him and will not move until you do so.

Childe also likes to suggest ideas for the shoots. You’re not sure if he’s serious about them or not, but they’re all awful.

“I think it would be better if I did this shoot shirtless,” the redhead says before cleverly adding, “You’d like it better that way too, right?”

It’s hard to tell if he’s being serious between the grin and wink he shows you and the fact he immediately goes to take off the jacket and shirt he’s wearing. Sometimes you wondered why he even accepted modelling contracts, he acted like he just wanted to be photographed according to his own ideas.

“Childe, keep that on. This is a fashion shoot, you’re supposed to be modelling these clothes,” you say, sounding like a tired, scolding parent. "If you want to just have pictures taken of you then you can hire me some other time."

"Oh. Would you be open to a nude shoot, then?"

At least he always brings you treats when you’re photographing him. Something to eat or drink, and sometimes even trinkets that reminded him of you. Very occasionally even expensive jewelry.

Actually, Childe is very obviously rich and it’s not from modelling. You have no idea where he gets the money and question why he’s even a model, the man is loaded enough to do nothing for the rest of his life.

“I’m a model because it would be a crime not to show the world this beauty.”

It’s a struggle to keep your eyes from rolling at his words, but somehow you manage. You were getting used to the Snezhnayan’s theatrics, though you were beginning to notice a good deal of it was used to dodge any questions you had about him. It wasn’t really any of your business, but the man had a lot of mystery surrounding him.

Speaking of mystery, sometimes Childe comes in with random cuts and bruises. He gives no explanation for them. “Oh, are you that concerned for me?”

Once he even came in with a black eye. The makeup artists were good, but there’s no working around that kind of swelling.

“Childe! What happened to you?” you ask, unable to contain your surprise. The man had come in with a black eye as though it was nothing. The eye was even swollen shut, certainly not something that could be covered up with a bit of makeup.

“Oh, is it that bad?” he responded, laughing it off like it was nothing.

“There’s no way we can do the shoot with you looking like this. Come on, let’s get some ice on that.”

“What, you don’t think I’m still handsome?” he asked, but the teasing died off when you grabbed his hand. The action shocked him into silence, allowing you to easily drag him off to ice his eye.

Xiao

Honestly, you’re not sure why Xiao is a model. He’s gorgeous, yeah, but he seems to hate the job. This man does not like sitting still and seems to hate being perceived at all.

It’s hard not to feel bad for the makeup artists when Xiao comes in. It’s no secret that he hates sitting in that chair and having his face pokes at. You’re pretty sure you’ve heard him growl at the makeup artists on more than one occasion.

He’s never growled at you, but Xiao can't even look you in the eye when you get close. He turns his head away from you whenever you need to adjust his clothing or position.

Xiao isn't the greatest at controlling his facial expressions. Oftentimes he just looks angry.

“Xiao, can you please not scowl so hard?” you ask, though it sounds more like a plea at this point. He didn’t need to smile for this shoot, but he was supposed to look neutral. Not like he was plotting a murder.

Xiao grumbled at your request, something about how he’s ‘not scowling’, but did try to adjust. Unfortunately, his expression only shifted from murderous to constipated. At least it was progress in the right direction. Sort of.

Xiao takes naps during breaks but refuses to admit to it. You don’t know why, but he always denies having been asleep. He was just ‘resting his eyes’. You have a few pictures that say otherwise, but you won’t tell him that.

Skateboards to shoots sometimes. The first time he walked in with a skateboard in hand you were so surprised you asked who’s it was. “... It’s mine.”

“Will you teach me how to skateboard, please?” you ask, flashing Xiao you best puppy dog eyes. His expression as he looks at you tells him they’re effective in weakening his resolve.

“Fine, but only the basics,” he agrees after a long moment of consideration.

On the next break you find yourself outside the studio, balancing on a skateboard with Xiao holding your hand. He refused to let go of you, too worried for your safety. With the grip he had, you didn’t think you were at risk of falling.

“Relax a little, you can’t balance if you’re too stiff,” he says, brows furrowed as he concentrates on keeping you steady and correcting your posture. But, as soon as you shift to relax, you wobble a bit on the skateboard. With strength you didn’t know he had, Xiao is lifting you up off the skateboard and onto the ground.

“That’s enough, this is too dangerous.”

Zhongli

There’s no way Zhongli can be human, out of all the people you’ve photographed he is by far the most beautiful. The man even moves with a certain grace you’re certain no human could replicate. But, he laughs it off every time you mention something about it.

To put it bluntly, Zhongli is a pleasure to have on set. He’s polite and a good conversationalist, not to mention very photogenic.

Of course, nobody's perfect. There’s a few downsides to working with Zhongli, primarily his long monologues that make shoots run late and the strange way you always find yourself spending Mora on Zhongli.

Somehow, you frequently find yourself going out to lunch with Zhongli and footing the bill. Sometimes you stop inside a bookstore on your way back and find yourself purchasing a novel for him. You’re not entirely sure how it works out that way, but a day spent with Zhongli always ends with your wallet feeling lighter.

“Thank you again for lunch,” Zhongli says as you two are walking down the street from the cafe.

“No problem, it’s my pleasure,” you tell him with an earnest smile on your face. It’s a few more steps before you realize you have once again paid for this outing. You wouldn’t have minded so much if it weren’t for the fact that last time you went out, you swore it was the last time you were paying for Zhongli.

It always turned out like this, though. You’d never seen Zhongli pay for anything, and from the way Childe spoke of his time with Zhongli, he had noticed the same trend. It wasn’t like the man was hurting for money, he had a very successful job as a model. Just how did this keep happening?

It’s strange, you ended up meeting Zhongli on a shoot that was made last minute due to scheduling errors, but now you’re the only photographer he works with. For a long time you didn’t know this, but Zhongli really only does high end modelling, and you’re definitely not the best of the best, but he only does shoots with you. He refuses to be photographed by anyone else. (You don’t know this, but he made it one of the terms of his contract.)

Zhongli may talk a lot, but most of what he has to say is interesting. He has extensive historical knowledge and often offers unique insights. Sometimes you even find yourself going to him for advice.

Has a dog named Azhdaha.

The screen of your phone illuminates and the ding of a notification resonates through your room just as you’re about to settle into bed. You’re surprised to see the message is from Zhongli, even more so when it contains only an image with no accompanying text.

The image is of a large brown dog splayed out on a tan carpet. You’re about to reply when another message comes through.

Apologies, that was meant for Childe. It is my dog, Azhdaha.

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wcrstarter · 3 years

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♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪɴ ꜱᴏɴᴊᴀ'ꜱ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ// @alteredcanon

𝔬𝔫𝔢

Sonja was raised in a royal court of vampires, a veritable vipers nest where she had precious few that she could be honest and open with. She is accustomed to building up many walls to protect herself, out of concern for never truly knowing who she can fully trust.

Prove to her that she can trust you, be patient to her about opening up and that she will not be hurt by you if you allow her to vulnerable. If she can't trust you, or let her guard down completely around you she will keep you at a arm's distance for some time.

Be patient and keep trying, and she will come to trust you. Once that trust is earned it will be hard to shake it, and she will have no qualms to raze entire kingdoms to the ground if it means the protection and safe return of those she loves.

𝔱𝔴𝔬

Gift her things. She isn't materialistic, it doesn't need to be something expensive. Any gift that was given from the heart and not to curry favour from her, is one she'll keep for centuries to come. But how to purchase a gift for someone who's immortal and able to procure just about anything that catches her eye? That's the trick isn't it, and a difficult question to answer.

Gift her your time, a nice dagger, a book that you enjoyed reading that you want to share with her, or even a thick blanket when the cold weather comes back around. You could pluck a dandelion flower from the ground and offer it up to her and she will cherish it, either press it between a book to keep it preserved or have it encased in resin and become a bauble on her dresser or bookcase shelves.

𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢

Do you have a deck of cards? Get ready to find out how someone can cheat at crazy eights. What about scrabble? Bring that out and challenge her to game if you're ready to have to run words through a translator on your phone, and argue over whether it counts as a word if it hasn't been in the dictionary or common lexicon for three or more centuries.

Ask what certain words mean only if you dare. Never, ever, attempt to play poker with her. You will loose all of your money. Don't play strip poker either, you'll loose all your clothing and she might shed only her jacket.

If you're brave enough to play monopoly then congratulations, you've found a game that she technically cannot cheat at. But it will be the longest game of your life. Games like battleship or Risk, play those if you're willing to forfeit all sense of pride and be emotionally devastated by the end of the game. She was a commander of vampiric armies for centuries, strategy games are where she excels. Have her stand in for you at a game night, release her unto others and revel in the destruction she will bring about.

She is banned from playing Uno ever again.

𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯

Sonja likes blacksmiths. Have you seen the muscles they have? But that's truly secondary to why she likes to watch a smith work. She finds it fascinating to watch a bladesmith craft a blade from nothing, or a silversmith craft a beautiful necklace from mere scraps of metal.

Go with her to markets or competitions where different smiths and artists gather to show their wares, compete against one another to show off the mastery or their talents. Keep an eye out if someone uses purely historical methods for their crafting, she will latch onto them to learn from them or offer what she knows and will come alive in a way select few ever get to see.

Arrange for the two of you to undergo a class or two to craft something under the eye of a bladesmith, you'll soften her up as smithing is one of the few arts that not even immortals can best humans with with endless time on their own hands. It's a great leveller between the vampiress and mortals.

If you are capable of smithing; be it jewelry means, blade smithing, or black smithing, then you have a leg up on others that you may shamelessly exploit.

𝔣𝔦𝔳𝔢

Dancing is a skill all nobles and royals are expected to have, time has allowed Sonja to learn every means of it. Other than fighting and roaming the woods and letting herself be as wild as she pleases, it's one of the few instances you'll see her relax and simply let go and be herself in its truest form. It's her most private hobby that she indulges in, she enjoys travelling all across the world to learn new dances and methods she's never tried before.

Part of why she's so hard to defeat in battle is because she is a talented dancer, her strikes are incredibly precise and she knows just how hard she can push her body and fall into the rhythm of the war drums and become a living embodiment of Death herself. Sonja's skills in battle is what led the vampire army to being called deathdealers in more modern times--even if she herself was scrubbed largely from the coven history.

If she's out somewhere and she hears a tune she likes, you'll catch her subtly tapping along to the rhythm, or perhaps her fingers twitching as they move to the shapes of the chords being played (she can play most instruments as well). Ask her to dance, either take the lead and set her free--or have her take the lead and have her guide you through dizzying spins and turns of a complicated dance made easy from her centuries of honed talents.

You don't have to be a good dancer yourself. Ask her to lead, she'll make you look good. If you're already good at dancing, she will make you feel as if you're flying.

#&; drag my teeth across your chest;taste your beating heart (inquries)#i reblogged the meme intend to share the stupid cryptic shit but its turned into semi serious advice #and inside snippets on sonja #your nat should absolutely ask sonja to dance ballet with her

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polandspringz · 3 years

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Request: something about Glory & Asmo vibing . maybe painting each others nails . ill pay u

I know you already got to read this when I finished it, but here you go!!!

Title: Always at the Right Place, at the Right Time

Summary:

Whenever Poland invited everyone to the Human World, there was never any actual obligation to hang out with her. At least not for Glory. Any adventure were moments reserved for them, the Avatar of Lust and the Avatar of Vainglory.

(This is set in my series involving my MC, “Designing in the Devildom”. AO3 Link will be posted in the notes)

Grass. The smell of flowery perfume, too strong and too tacky. It burned the throat and lungs like sugary cotton candy, but they were both immune to the taste by now. A picnic blanket spread over the land, flowers were crushed beneath their weight. They didn’t care. The sun shone down on a chilly spring day in the human realm. Glory held out his hand, and Asmo held it gently in his own as he applied nail polish across it carefully.

“Don’t mess up,” Glory huffed, “I have a date tonight.”

“Another commitment? And here I thought you cleared your whole day for me!”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Why, darling, others do that for me,” Glory rolled his eyes at that, but it was all in good fun, no actual malice, “But, I won’t mess up. Although knocking your beauty down a peg would make me the prettiest in the three realms, I wouldn’t risk my beautician skills being slanders because I decided to be petty.”

“Good, cause if you mess up my nails I will douse you in acetone.”

The little brush moved across the nails, leaving gooey, light blue color behind. It was like liquid lipstick, squishy and shiny but as it dried it would harden into a perfect coating. The clear bottle of top coat rolled around on the picnic blanket as Asmo shifted, knocking into Glory’s knee. The color would be preserved, but protected underneath a thin layer of plastic and gloss.

“You’ve been different lately,” Glory blurted out. Asmo glanced up with surprise.

“What do you mean? Have I been even more beautiful?”

“No, and that’s just it. What you said earlier,” Glory rolled his free hand in the air as they gestured for something, “I’m used to you saying you’re the prettiest- which is false- but normally you don’t leave room for debate.”

Asmo finished the pinky finger, and then blew a soft puff of air over the whole hand before setting it back down on Glory’s thigh.

Glory didn’t like feelings. The only mushy stuff he cared about was makeup or textured fabrics of designer clothes that he knew would look great and help him show others up. But there was a distant look clouding Asmo’s eyes. He was smiling but his mind was elsewhere. He just sat there for a moment, leaning on his knees after he closed up the blue polish and set it down beside them.

Glory couldn’t help but notice the ugly pact mark that decorated Asmo’s skin, the bright pink ring that tattooed his skin, staining his neck, just visible underneath the collar. It seemed to pulsate when Glory stared at it, taunting him.

It disgusted him. He would die before he ever made a pact with any human.

Glory let out a scoff and sat back, tapping Asmo forcefully on the shoulder to knock him back to reality, “You’ll give yourself wrinkles if you keep a face like that. If you turn any uglier than you already are, I won’t hang around you anymore.”

Asmo let out a hearty laugh, his whole body radiant in the sunlight. He reached for the clear polish and shook the bottle as he let himself settle down. When he looked towards Glory’s other hand to inspect the nails, his eyes were brighter again, but also all too knowing.

Glory never needed to say much, Asmo was the best at picking up on the emotions people liked to hide. He could see right through him, but it was still nice of Glory to try and say something to make Asmo feel better. It was all the more genuine when said in his own Glory-way.

The balloons bumped into one another and the strings tangled as they were pulled through the wind and down the street. Two sets of shoes clattered and scraped against the sidewalk as the two ran along the tiny shops of downtown.

Asmo spun around, the balloons swinging with him as Glory rushed passed, taking the other demon's hand as they continued running. They hadn’t stolen anything and weren’t being chased, but there was something different about the human world. The air and the way everything was so colorful and bright as light bounced off everything, from puddles to windows of glass. The way life and the scents of the city were carried on the breeze. It was like Devildom but better.

The two of them stepped off the curb to cross the street, Glory’s heel clicking on the edge of the curb as he skipped forward.

He wished he could stay here forever.

Flashes of a camera interrupted the darkness of the night. The human realm’s night sky was much darker than Devildom’s artificial one, turning completely black even though it was only nine p.m. Glory lowered the polaroid that Poland had let her borrow, and Asmo scampered to take the developing photo from her. Slowly, the image of Asmo holding pink and blue cotton candy formed itself against the golden ferris wheel lights that spun against the black sky.

It was summer now. Poland had invited them all back to her world to visit a fair. Apparently this was a yearly thing where she used to live. It was a little crowded, a little too noisy and full of snot-nosed kids, but there were rides and there was food and strange human world entertainment. Most of it didn’t appeal to Glory, besides using the place as a backdrop for new Devilgram photos, but Asmo was coming with the rest of the brothers, and Diavolo was giving them a few extra days before they had to go back, and Glory would do anything to get out of the boring Devildom.

Poland must have noticed Glory’s disgust at the farm animals, stalls, and dirt paths when they first entered the fairgrounds, because Poland handed the camera over to her almost immediately. She had packed tons of film, handed a bunch of boxes full of starry, rainbow bordered packs that Glory could use to her heart’s content.

Half of the photos were already used up, littering the inside of the mini backpack Poland had given over to her. Random photos of people screaming on rides, humans running around or sitting under the tents. Seeing kids eat popcorn off the ground was gross, but taking pics as they tripped and ate shit and spilled popcorn all over the ground was fascinating. Before their group had split up, Lucifer had watched as Glory photographed the people in the historical tent, feeling the need to supervise the only demon not hiding her horns with magic in case she caused a ruckus.

“Based on your grades, I never suspected you would be interested in history,” he said smugly.

Glory focused on making sure the photo was tucked safely away and developing properly before shooting Lucifer a glare, flipping him off for good measure. The gasps of the historic actors had Lucifer flailing and shoving her hand down, dragging her away before she could cause anymore problems.

“Luce, wait!” Poland yelled, “You’re going to miss out on the old fashioned ice cream.”

Glory debated shouting out Lucifer’s full name, seeing if that would illicit anymore startled gasps from the old men and women sitting with bonnets by the display. That would make for a good picture too.

“Glory, let me take one of you now!” Asmo said, his fingers crawling around the camera as he tried to gently pry it out of her hands, “Go stand in front of that ride over there! The Himalaya!”

He pointed to a ride that was spinning at an unbelievably fast speed (for humans anyway), but it was flashy and colorful, which meant it would look wonderful blurred together, and there were so many humans waiting in the line, which would mean more people to preserve in her collection (she would have to invest in a scrapbook). She started to skip over, her boots digging into the clay, orange soil as the ride’s music was interrupted by a loud siren-like horn.

“Kolia, you stay back there with Belial!” Asmo waved to the other two members of their group. Kolia was the one suffering the most from the atmosphere of the fair. She only tagged along on the trip because it meant she got to see Poland again, but somehow she had gotten separated and nearly lost until she ran into Belial and the others outside a funnel cake stand.

Asmo hurried to take the photos as fast as the camera would allow, Glory striking a few poses and being tempted to take back the camera to snap the faces of the screaming riders behind her, but Asmo signaled the camera needed to be refilled with film and Glory had the bag so…

They rejoined the rest of their group.

“Where do you want to go now?” Asmo asked. Belial pointed towards the tents where all the vendors were in the middle of the fair grounds.

“I want to buy something. I saw shark tooth jewelry earlier.”

“Oh, and sand art!” Asmo chimed in.

“Do we have enough money? How much did Lucifer give us?” Kolia reached for her wallet.

“Hold on, hold on,” Glory mumbled as she finished snapping the new box of film inside the camera, “There! Good to go! Oh, wait a second-”

She leaned in and reached her arm around all of them, holding the camera up to snap what would become a very blurry selfie of them all.

“Alright, let's go!”

It was fall now. Glory sat on a bench surrounded by an expanse of orange colored leaves in the middle of a park. It was almost too picturesque, too cliche. Asmo had run off to get some warm drinks from the coffee shop down the street. It was getting cold again, the human realm had always felt so much colder than Devildom, but maybe that was just because of where Poland lived?

It was their last visit here before winter set in. Poland already had pulled a lot of strings to get the others to tag along on visits throughout the year, especially since she almost never seemed to invite Diavolo along. Glory wasn’t exactly sure what was up with that, maybe the Prince of Hell was just too busy, or maybe there was some sort of feud going on between them. It didn’t matter much to him though.

“I’m back!” Asmo said, walking up with the two, tall cups in either hand, “Sorry it took so long. They don’t have the drink you like here, so I had to improvise to get something similar.”

“That’s fine,” Glory said, plucking the cup from Asmo’s hand with just their finger and thumb on either side of it, “Probably would have tasted gross either way. Human food is bad.”

“Hey, you may have suffered through Solomon’s cooking over at Purgatory Hall, but that doesn’t mean everything from the human realm is bad,” Asmo chided, “Poland isn’t a great cook either, but there are tons of places all over this world with cute desserts and stuff.”

“A shame we won’t get to see them,” Glory sighed, popping the lid open and taking a sip.

Asmo stared at him for a moment before starting to get up, “I actually saw a shop selling some macaroons earlier! Let me go back and get them-”

Glory grabbed his sleeve to stop him.

“Stay,” they mumbled, avoiding eye contact, “We can go get some later.”

Asmo remained frozen for a moment, then slowly sat back down on the bench, “Alright then.”

They fell into an uncomfortable silence. They watched birds in the empty park peck at the ground, but it was far too hard and cold for their beaks to find anything beneath it. The carpet of leaves was rustled by the wind, a few brown leaves breaking off to dance in a violent circle, their dried and dead edges scratching against the concrete and making a grating rhythm to the ears.

“It’s only going to be until the spring, you know that, right?” Asmo asked, “It’s not a long time for a demon.”

“It’s a long time for me because I can’t come and go as I please.”

“You… like the human world now, don’t you? I thought with how you always were ignoring Poland, you didn’t like coming here.”

“Don’t get the wrong idea, I only come here to hang with you. Poland is just… well she’s convenient, she’s just my ticket for a new hangout spot. I just didn’t expect to find other humans so interesting.”

“They are interesting, aren’t they?” Asmo laughed behind his hand, “They’re so funny to tempt-”

“-to trip up-”

“-to trick-”

“-to observe-”

“-and to love,” Asmo finished, a deep sigh escaping him as he leaned back against the bench, watching his breath rise with the steam of the drink, mixing together in the air. Glory watched him confused, and although Asmo was wearing a thick scarf, Glory’s eyes shot to where he knew that marking was over his neck.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Glory crossed his arms, setting the drink down on the bench, “But I’m just annoyed because I don’t like being restricted. I don’t care what’s going on with Diavolo and your brothers and Poland and everyone else. It’s stupid of them to restrain us from coming to this realm whenever we want.”

“You could always walk through the eight layers if you really wanted to get here-”

“You know I would never do that to myself. Horrible idea.”

“It’s just a thought,” Asmo shut his eyes, “I might traverse it if Lucifer lets me. I’m sure I won’t be the only one rushing back up here. Poland has a fashion show in January. I might come see it.”

Glory didn’t respond. They just sat and stared at the city skyline rising just behind the trees at the edge of the park. Eventually, Asmo leaned his head on Glory’s shoulder, his hands unknotting Glory’s posture as he pulled Glory’s hands in his. He cracked open his eyes just a bit as he brushed his fingers along the old polish, humming when he noticed the chips.

“You should let me do your nails again. Or give you a makeover. We’ll have so much time in the winter to hang out. Nothing will change.”

Glory sighed again, and shut his eyes and let his head bonk against the top of Asmo’s gently.

He was right afterall. Nothing would change.

It was winter. Snow was not really a Devildom “thing” but Glory was certain they would be seeing some in the coming days because Diavolo had a knack for using whatever magic he could harness to simulate as much of the human world as he could. Glory had holed themselves up in the bedroom at Purgatory Hall, sitting on the window seat as they watched the moon outside.

Simeon and Solomon were in the courtyard, doing something with Luke. While teasing the young angel did give Glory some entertainment, they really weren’t in the mood right now. They had gone over to the House of Lamentation to hang with Asmo, but realized they had forgotten he had skipped off to the Human World for Poland’s fashion show. Glory had been invited, but had declined because nothing was being made easy through the use of seals, and they had no idea why Asmo would ever want to torture himself taking the footpath there.

So, now they were alone.

Meaning things had changed.

Belial and Kolia were probably downstairs, Kolia holed up in her room no doubt surrounded by books, ugh. But there was no one to compete with or talk aimlessly with. They supposed they could just go outside and steal Simeon aside, the angel was always too polite to decline even if he wasn’t really interested in the things being said, but that sort of genuine disinterest they would sense from him would just continue to make things boring.

They missed Asmo. He hadn’t even painted their nails before they left.

Whatever, they could do it themselves. If only they could find the energy to move.

Glory knew the human world would be unreasonably cold and snowy and blustery right now, and that was no place for demons, but it would be better than the mundane, boring days full of RAD classes that would continue to stretch on for the rest of their eternity. They still didn’t really understand the point of the academy, just knew that if they didn’t attend it Diavolo would probably rear his true nature and execute them for treason or something.

Glory sighed again, something they had been doing a lot since the seasonal depression set in, and got up finally to move back over to their bed. If they were leaving their room that meant getting dressed up, and although they were the Avatar of Vainglory they weren’t feeling the need to fulfill their sin right now. Instead, they flopped over on their bed, face first as they let themselves sink into the blankets, their mind aimlessly drifting through thoughts but never clinging to one.

At some point, they fell asleep.

And were abruptly woken when Asmo crashed into their bedroom from a portal breaking through time and space.

“Asmo, what the fuck?” Glory sat up, rubbing their eyes.

The demon stood up from the floor and brushed himself off, reaching a hand out to Glory immediately as he kept the portal open behind him.

“Hi! Guess I got the teleporting right! Anyway, you need to come with me to the human world, right now.”

“What? I’m not dressed, why?”

“Poland needs another model for her fashion show! It starts in an hour and one of the models broke their ankle. Come on, we have to go!”

Asmo was pulling Glory out of bed, tugging them towards the portal.

“What? Hold on, is this another seal?” They pointed at the portal, “When did you get this?”

“Poland has one for emergencies. Come on!”

Glory was tossed through the portal with Asmo, popping out on the other side. They opened their eyes as the remnants of the seal disintegrated in Asmo’s hand. He shook off the dust before pushing open the door to a backstage area. There were models milling about, people running around holding bundles of fabric and palettes of makeup. Peeking out from behind the curtain, Glory could see flowers covering the walls, real flowers pasted from floor to ceiling all the way through the maze that had been set up for the runway.

Poland rushed by, nearly missing them as she talked into a headset and carried a dress she was still beading. Asmo caught her arm and froze her in her tracks.

“Wonderful! You’re here!” Poland’s face lit up as she shoved the dress to one of the (Glory presumed) assistants, “Let’s get your makeup done right away!”

They both started to guide Glory to one of the vanities, but they dug their heels in and turned around, “Wait, wait, wait. I’m all in for this but, Asmo, how are we getting back to Devildom if the seal broke? I’m not walking all the way back. Do you even know the entrance to how to get back?”

“I don’t have another seal,” Poland said, “That was for emergencies. Guess this just means you’ll have to stay with me until the others can come pick you up?”

“It will take me a few days to get back home on foot,” Asmo laughed, “If you’re insistent about waiting for another portal home, then that would probably give you a good week or so before Diavolo and Lucifer come to drag you back.”

Glory mulled it over for a moment, really not liking the idea of being stuck living with Poland for a few days, but then Poland flagged down someone who was walking by with the rolling rack, picking a hanger off it to show.

“This is what you’ll be wearing, by the way!”

Glory stared in awe as Poland continued, twisting the fabric of the outfit and pulling more accessories off the top of the rack, “...and so you’ll be the beginning and the end of the show, wearing this at the start and then coming back out at the end to transform it by tugging these pieces off. Oh, and then you’ll be the one to walk out with me at the very end because that’s when the designer normally does their walk- uh, is this all okay?”

“Perfect,” Glory grinned, sitting down in the chair, “Asmo, you need to redo my nails while I start the makeup. You owe me after all.”

“Of course!” He chimed, shooing the cosmetologist away as he found a bottle of polish from inside the makeup kit.

“Um, are you really going to be able to do their nails while they’re moving their hands so much?” Poland asked doubtfully.

“Just leave us, love. You interrupting will be the more likely cause of a disaster if anything.”

“Just trust us,” Asmo said, softening the blow.

Poland didn’t mind. She just shrugged and walked off, wheeling the rack away as she went to manage the rest of the show’s set-up. Glory ignored the stares from the models next to them, as there was no way they were hiding their horns tonight. Grabbing a beauty blender and a bottle of foundation, they smiled wickedly in the mirror at their and Asmo’s reflections.

“We’ve got this.”

And they set to work.

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Fate episode 4

Welcome back to Fate Elemental Academy! Or should I call it Fate: The Elemental Academy Saga? Fate: Tales From Elemental Academy? I kinda wish I had an actual following now, we could push changing the name all over the fandom. Fate’s a bad Winx show but it’s not a bad show.

When we left our cast Beatrix just murderized a dude, Terra was suffering, Musa was finding love, Stella was mysterious, Bloom was destiny-ridden and Aisha was getting bored with it all! What will happen now?

Also, is Rosalind evil? I assumed she was the “she” who got rid of all the Burned Ones and thus was a hero, but she’s got some serious resting evil face.

Episode 4 opens with a gorgeous shadowy shot of Alfea in the twilight of day twelve-ish I assume. In Dowling’s still badly lit office the adults are investigating Callan! Whose real name was Callum, I think, but he’s dead and so won’t mind what I call him. But Dowling says he hasn’t been seen “for days” so we’ll jump to it being day twentyish. They’ve searched Callan’s room and found “metal-amalgam” which seems to be mercury, which someone would use to try to get past the trap on the door to the undercroft. Harvey charmingly starts a lecture on its properties before realizing Silva and Dowling want to get on with the infordumping. Dowling says Callan wouldn’t have known about the mercury, it’s “archaic fairy knowledge” and he’s not a fairy.

But couldn’t anyone study the lore even if they don’t have powers? Dane was doing potions/chemistry in the greenhouse with Terra and he’s not a fairy. There’s usually some magic stuff that muggles can do just by having an enchanted thingamabob. Fate, your worldbuilding leaves much to be desired.

Silva guesses Callan had help. And Harvey’s made magical fingerprint mist! He’s got a pitcher on a stick and smoke is coming out to track the magic used in the room! Does that make Harvey a fairy?

The smoke outlines Callan’s vanished form, where he was sitting paralyzed before Beatrix zapped him.

Dowling: “At least we know where he went.”

Silva: “And that there’s a murderer in our school.”

The murderer herself is looking at her phone, scrolling through Bloom’s social media selfies. Bloom’s online name is bloomerang04 which is a dumb online name. Of course the fact that we pick our online name at age 15 or thereabouts means most of us have dumb ones. Riven asks B what she’s obsessing over and Beatrix says, “Your fault for spreading it around that she’s a changeling. She’s now the most interesting person at school.”

WHAT is it about changelings?!

Riven says everyone will move on in a few days and asks Beatrix if this is “one of those movies where you dye your hair and take her life...” and Beatrix looks… hmm.

Do I smell Plot or am I imagining it? But then Riven decides to claim Beatrix’s attention in smoochy ways and I’m pretty sure they’re Doing The Sex.

Opening!

In the cafeteria, people stare at Bloom as she gets her breakfast!

Aisha has taken over Callan’s job to snoop on what he knew! Bloom “suggested” she do it. Or more like, begged. And thought Aisha is such a suckup she’d do it just to get brownie points with the headmistress.

The vibe of this scene is like nails on a blackboard. Bloom, you are awful people. And Bloom wants to eat breakfast in here to avoid the stares because she’s a changeling.

Musa comes in cheerful, “Bloom still pretending she’s not upset by the gossip?”

Bloom: ‘still pretending you’re not dating your roommate’s brother?”

And Terra comes in right in time to almost hear that. Bloom, you are awful people. But Terra’s got her own gossip: Stella’s mom is coming! Stella is “dreading being outshined by her mom” and Terra is kinda loving it. For which I can’t entirely blame her since Stella is also awful people even if my suspicions are right and there are circumstances that made her that way.

Bloom tries to be non-awful and says the girls don’t have to come eat breakfast with her “like I’m some kind of loser-mess. I’m fine.” Friendship music plays. The girls smile. Then Bloom heads off to finish her “poison paper” before the assembly. Musa says, “For the record, she’s not fine.”

In the arched walkway above the cafeteria Riven, Dane and Beatrix and talking about changelings! B: ‘Changelings were a way for pissed-off fairies to get revenge on the first world. Swap a fairy for a First world baby and wait for it to wreak havoc. Changelings are bad news. That’s why we stay on their good side.”

One of the boys had asked about “is that true about changelings?” presumable Dane, since Riven knew enough to spread the truth around. So not everybody knew all this.

FINALLY! Thank you, show. And, this is neat! Those would have to be some very pissed-off fairies to sacrifice their own baby, what’d the first worlders do to them I wonder! Though it still doesn’t explain why Bloom should be “bad news” any more than any other fairy. Does growing up in the human world make for more powerful fairies? I mean, that IS the lore, human food, human milk, human soul… but did the writers of Fate know that? I’m not trusting the writers of Fate to know much of anything at this point, even if they did get all those Yeats episode titles.

But we get interrupted by teen drama, Dane sees Terra down below and goes to see her. Sigh.

But then to muddy the waters, riven says Dane “believed all that changeling bullshit you just fed him!” but B says it “isn’t all bullshit, changelings can be dangerous. You did everybody a favor.’ warning them about Bloom, I assume she means.

Show, I hate you now. WHY are changelings dangerous? What was true and what wasn’t? Bloom’s changeling nature is the central bleeping worldbuilding of this story and we get dragged around?

Next I see black SUVs, tell me it’s Silva and his army people coming to do cool competent stuff so I can like this show again!

Nope, it’s Stella’s mom. Stella and Sky are waiting to greet her, Sky says it’s only half a day and Stella says, “Half a day of everyone adoring her like she’s literally the sun.” Sky says, ‘She is the queen of light.” which is an awesome title. She’s here to do an assembly about Burned Ones… what, like those PSA assemblies we had about the dangers of drugs? Hahahaha! That kind of PSA might be more apt, I’m pretty sure there’s more drugs at this school than there are Burned Ones.

But Stella is terrified, I think, behind her Stellaishness. Says her mom is really here to “check on my progress.” Sky suggests getting the rest of the girls to be a buffer but Stella says, ‘I don’t need them. I have you.” But Sky can’t stay physically, he leaves Stella to meet her mom alone

Stella is wearing a long coat of pale pink with gold and diamond star barrettes in her hair. I would love it if at the end of Stella’s character arc when she grows past whatever it is that’s squeezing the life out of her, she’ll switch to bright bold colors and teenage rather than middle-age fashion to celebrate her freedom. At the moment it makes sense that she dresses rather dumpy and too-mature, she’s dressing under pressure.

The black cars, they’re not all SUVs, pull up. there’s a flag, faded blue above, red below split by a diagonal line with some kind of crest in the middle. Solarian flag? No yellow, no sun or moon.

Stella’s mom looks noting like Queen Luna, she looks like a middle aged lady with brown hair, her hairdo and clothing juuuuust like Stella’s! In season 8 the real Stella designed a dress after her mother’s gown out of love, but I think this Stella dresses like her mother because of pressure. Also there’s nothing queenly about the queen. She’s wearing a business skirt and jacket, big chunky necklace, no crown. Political royalty not magical royalty. She gives Stella a kiss on the cheek and says, ‘You look stunning.” and Stella grins.

In the greenhouse Harvey, Terra and Sam hang out. Where’s their mom? Harvey wears a wedding ring but no mom in sight. Harvey is working on a special project, filling a vial with something. Terra asks if she can help but Harvey says he’s got this.

Dane comes to see Terra. Both her family members give Dane a serious Look. Heh.

Terra: “Whilst I appreciate that it is the historical perspective of the patriarchy to save women from upsetting situations, I’ve got this.”

Props to Terra’s actress for delivering that in a not at all groan-y way. Every time this show tries to be woke it is groanworthy and awful and they should just not, but every time the actors pull it off.

So Dane says “You didn’t answer my texts… you’ve been really great to me...” and Terra shuts him down! “Yeah I have. I’m a good person, Dane. I think you are too, but I’m not really sure I care to find out. Anymore.” and leaves him with “A word of advice. Be careful who you trust.”

Sam: ‘Still kinda want to punch him.” Heh.

Harvey gets a text and takes his project off to meet the queen. When he’s gone Terra immediately goes to his workstation to check out what he’s up to.

The queens party goes to Callan’s office, which is now Aisha’s office. Aisha greets the queen, whose name is actually Luna! And she knows Aisha’s name, but does not need any help. The adults go into Dowling’s office to talk.

Aisha accidentally knocks some papers off the desk then, grumpy at this spying job she’s taken on and isn’t having any luck with, slams a filing cabinet door. And finds something. A mechanical ring the size of a jewelry ring, stuck in between two parts of the filing cabinet. Aisha thinks it’s part of the cabinet, but then it begins to whir and she hears voices. It’s the receiver for a bug! Callan bugged Dowling’s office and now Aisha can listen in on the adults!

Only she… hides the receiver back under the cabinet?

The only thing she overheard was the fact that Callan is dead. Seems that Dowling’s telling everyone he left for a family emergency. Aisha tells Bloom this and Bloom is even more keen to get at those old records, from before Dowling became headmistress. Maybe they’re in the east wing, and everyone’s going to be at this mandatory assembly so now would be the perfect time!

Aisha says it’s a bad idea. Bloom says it’s a better idea than getting stared at by everybody and “I can’t just sit and listen to people make stuff up about me.”

WHAT are they making up?! I wanna hear these rumors!

Anyway Aisha is finally convinced to cover for Bloom, say she was too sick to come to the assembly. But for reasons of Plot Beatrix was right above them on the upper walkway so she knows where Bloom’s off to.

Gorgeous outdoor shot of the castle. Pardon me while I look it up… it’s a stately home! You can go there, they have a farmers market and everything! Ok, mark that down on my travel list between my Lost Crown tour of Polperro and my Higurashi tour of the real Hinamizawa…

Whilst I dream of seagulls and cicadas, Bloom is back in the dark east wing past a keep-out looking for clues. Sky catches her!

Beatrix is outside looking for Bloom. Riven catches her. She says, ‘mandatory assembly’s a mandatory ditch.” they pass a keep-out sign on some big doors as rain begins to fall.

Mysterious big doors in the school! Another Winx Club sort of thing here at Elemental Academy.

In the cafeteria benches have been put in for the assembly, Lots of students chat and the adults talk together. Outside the arched windows we see bright blue sky. Are the windows enchanted? That’d explain why I never know if it’s day or night around here!

Queen Luna walks in her heels on a sort of stage in front of the windows. She holds up her hand and snaps her fingers and the light in the room goes purple and the sunlight streaming in from outside dims as if dusk has fallen outside.

Stella, wearing a brighter pink coat and double star pin, sits in the very front between two of her mother’s bodyguards. The pin could be just because of Stella’s name, but in Winx Solaria does have two suns. I like this pin, for Escape to Witch Mountain reasons, so I looked it up. Stella’s pin is gold but the silver version is… oh dear… three dollars on amazon! Methinks this show spent its whole budget on the Irish castle!

Terra and Aisha admire the queen. “Massively powerful fairy, zero ego, boss goals. Bet it drives Stella crazy?” Stella glances back. She can hear them.

Musa and Sam are knee-nudging each other, it’s pretty cute. They text with phones on laps, sam asking if Musa’s into all the sneaking around hiding their relationship from Terra. He asks, ‘is it a kink?’ and Musa texts back, ‘Meet me after the assembly, you’ll find out.” Tell me you two aren’t dumb enough to start Doing The Sex in the same suite Terra lives in too! Maybe they’re just gonna hang out and make out.

Hilariously Queen Luna is saying, ‘I’m here to treat you like the adults you are” as these two plot that most teenage of plots, meeting up to have a good time! Luna says she’s here to talk about the Burned Ones, it’s been years since one was sighted…

Terra nudges Musa. “What’s Stella going through right now? She’s miserable, right?” Terra has noticed what I’ve been suspecting! Poor Musa, distracted from flirting with the cute guy, sighs a little and says a polite, ‘Please wait.’

She turns her powers to read Stella’s emotions… but there’s interference. Dowling is walking by and she’s using her mind powers as well! Musa says, ‘This assembly isn’t just about the Burned Ones. Something else is up.” Harvey is standing in the audience and Dowling takes a position among the students also

Queen Luna is talking about, “...for decades, families and villages suddenly torn apart by one of these monsters that left our world in chaos...”

The teachers are here to scan for Callan’s killer, I assume. Since it’s a mandatory assembly every student will be present… except for Bloom and Beatrix, who ditched! Gee, I hope Beatrix doesn’t try to pin it on Bloom! But how could she when Dowling can read minds?

Back with Bloom and Sky, Bloom says she was born in 2004—the year Winx Club was first broadcast, seventeen years ago! Our beloved show, may it survive to see eighteen. Bloom’s idea is to look for pregnant teen fairies in the class photos, and she has oddly specific details to look for: baggy clothes, girls holding books in front of bellies.

There’s some conversation about how Bloom is tired of being whispered about and wants to yell at people they’re all assholes, and Sky agrees that most people are but you have to find the good ones.

Then he finds a picture of adults. His dad is in it, along with Rosalind, Dowling, Silva and Harvey. Bloom says, “you look like him” although we don’t really get a good look Andreas at the photo. Sky mimicks Silva’s accent, “And act like him, and maybe one day if I work hard enough I can be half the warrior he was.” Heh. Bloom also giggles at the accent.

Sky also said, ‘his commander was a woman” presumably Rosalind. So Rosalind was a leader of soldiers. Was she a fairy or a specialist?

Bloom asks if it’s weird that everyone knows his dad better than he did, and Sky says ‘Alfea’s been my home my entire life” so I guess he grew up here with Silva being much more father than mentor. Wonder what happened to Sky’s mom. They’re having a nice moment and here come Riven and Beatrix to join the party!

Back in the assembly, Musa scans the adults. Dowling and Silva are on edge, and Harvey is really scared. Terra says her dad was making something with the crystals from the vessel, so he was putting crystals in a little vial. A magic tracking device. Now Dowling’s got it.

Queen Luna is saying, ‘conflict is now on the horizon! We are tracking at least five Burned Ones throughout Solaria. The threat is serious. And growing.”

Back in the vaults B says, “people who think history is rubbish are rubbish. Don’t be rubbish” Ah Beatrix, there’s the like 10% of your personality that I like! Then she reverts to the other 90% and suggests Bloom and Sky were down here to have The Sex. Riven says nah, Sky’s not that interesting. Bloom, who heard all that, says ‘But we were alone and that was pleasant.” Heh.

They find a locked door. Sky says he can ask Silva what’s behind it but bloom wants to get through now.

Riven: ‘The more you say no the more she wants it. Give in.”

Beatrix: “Do we need to have a talk about consent?”

The more this show throws woke verbiage into random conversations the less woke it looks. 9_9

Bloom sensibly: “Why are you guys down here, again?”

Anyway Beatrix says she’s on Bloom’s side, which I do not believe for a minute. Bloom says no thanks, don’t need help from someone who posted a nasty video about terra, Beatrix says she was an innocent bystander which I do not believe for a minute, and says Bloom should be mad at riven for starting the Changeling rumors. Bloom and Sky look at Riven.

Riven: “Not exactly the way I thought you’d screw me today, B.”

Sky if it’s true, Riven flees to escape a lecture from “Saint Sky” and Sky goes after him to deliver the lecture.

And he does, out in the rain. Riven says he really likes Beatrix, that B is the only one who likes him the way he is. That Sky thinks he’s better than riven. And that Sky should maybe not be talking about bad life choices while he’s chasing Bloom while still having Stella. Sky says that’s not what’s really going on and Riven says that’s what everyone else sees, including Stella. And Riven says, ‘that’s probably why she told me Bloom was a changeling in the first place.” And he walks off, leaving Sky in the rain with the knowledge that Stella is mean-girling Bloom. Unsurprisingly.

Sky of Elemental Academy is having just as much trouble here as his animated counterpart keeps having with Diaspro!

Back inside the girls haven’t figured out what the adults are after. Terra finds it hard to believe they have “some big ulterior motive.” and Musa says, “people have more stuff going on than you’d think, especially parents.” Heh. Then she takes off for a snog session with Sam! Sam says he’s like to make their relationship public, but Musa likes the secrecy. If everyone found out, she’d have to feel everyone’s reaction, ‘good bad, positive or negative.” Sam says she has to feel it bu does she have to care? And says being an empath seems to suck, which it sure does seem to!

Would “everybody” even care that they were dating? I mean Terra would but at a school full of teenagers dating how many people would care?

I read a book… Burning Glass, about an empath so powerful that when a starving mob approached she let them in the gates because she forgot she wasn’t one of them, caught up in the mob’s need to get in to where the food was. She didn’t just feel people’s emotions, she acted on them because she couldn’t tell which of the things she was feeling were coming in from outside. I keep thinking the writers are trying to imagine Musa like that and failing completely.

Over in the east wing Beatrix guessed that it was Rosalind who left bloom in the human world and Bloom realized that Beatrix lied the night of the party about not knowing who Rosalind was. B says Rosalind was “a fierce bitch.” I’m still feeling this great big hole where someone should say “Rosalind destroyed the Burned Ones in the war with her great magic.” or something and nobody says it. Bloom knows Rosalind was headmistress before Dowling and is dead, we viewers know Rosalind is not dead, did something important with the Burned Ones, and has an evil face. I dunno, like the changeling thing it feels like there are these weird blanks in what the show is giving us.

Beatrix suggests Bloom light the locked door on fire as a way to get it open. She knows Bloom’s powerful enough. Bloom says power is not the problem, lighting the whole school on fire is the problem. Then sky texts and Bloom lies and says she’s not down here anymore which will definitely be back to bite her later. She suggests she could “fry” the hinges off the door, but Beatrix has already picked the lock.

With a machine custom made for picking locks, not with bobby pins.

On the other side of the door they find… a war room. A round sand pit that, when B enchants it, the sand lifts up to create a miniature of the school. Beatrix calls it, “A place where dangerous, shady-ass people decide who lives and who dies.”

Dowling is giving Stella a magic lesson. She creates an arc of colored light between her hands, mimicking the chains on her brooch.

Queen Luna is not impressed. A little mini rainbow is not much of a display of power. Luna and Dowling proceed to ignore Stella and talk over her head. Luna sent Stella back to be “fixed”--the same word Stella used about bloom after she taught Bloom the way of the Sith—after the “incident with Ricki.” Dowling says rehabilitating magic is a process and it takes time. Luna: “would you like me to recite the list of threats we’re facing while you take time?”

Me! I would! 1)Burned Ones 2)??? And how much can one fairy do about them?

Stella tries to interrupt and Luna says, “Do not speak when I’m speaking. Solaria is the strongest realm in the Otherworld, she is its heir, an extension of that strength.” Stella protests that it’s working, she is getting stronger, and her mother just snaps at her not to speak again.

Stella says she blinded a Burned One and Dowling has her back, praising her for how skillfully she did it.

Queen Luna makes a full illusion, disappearing the room and leaving Stella in a VR forest. With wind-howling sound effects, not sure how light did that! Stella is terrified.

Queen Luna: ‘when you control light you control what people see. And despite what anyone says matters in this world, appearance is everything. You know that better than anyone, Farah. Especially given my efforts to help you maintain them.”

Dowling just says they’ve both done a great deal to preserve Solaria’s reputation. Hmm! That’s interesting! And she lets Stella go.

Outside the office, Aisha is working at her desk. She asks Stella if she’s ok and Stella says of course she is, but Aisha’s using the listening device again! She overhears Queen Luna basically threatening to have Dowling removed as headmistress!

Outside in the still cloudy day, Sky is taking his mood out on a punching bag. He gets a text from Stella saying, “She’s a monster.” before Sky can go give her some much deserved sympathy Silva walks past demanding an update. On what?

In the greenhouse Harvey is worried. His magic bottle, which is very pretty, didn’t work. Terra comes to ask if everything’s ok and he yells at her, then apologizes. Terra turns to go then turns back and asks, ‘if there was something going on you would tell us wouldn’t you?” and Harvey lies and says of course he would.

Aaaaaaaand now I’m looking up potion bottles on amazon wondering if this prop is also something I can have. Not obviously.

Terra, Musa and Aisha are talking about it in the suite. Aisha is sure the grownups are doing what they think is best. Terra would rather just be told there’s a secret rather than be lied to. But they do work it out. The crystals read magic, there’s a dead person, the adults were looking for someone who kills by magic but didn’t find them.

Then Sky bursts in looking for Bloom. The girls ask if Silva told him what’s up, but Sky is out of the loop.

Terra: “Dowling’s assistant died, the faculty think a fairy did it. They held the assembly to find out which fairy, but they didn’t because he or she wasn’t there, so now we don’t believe or trust literally anyone.”

Sky: “Shit.”

Sky, smart cookie that he is, realizes immediately that it’s Beatrix.

The murderess and Bloom are reading scrolls in the war room—in the DARK, everything’s shadowy how are they even reading?

In 2004 Rosalind was “leading the crusade against the Burned Ones” Beatrix says so finally there’s that laid out.

Bloom was born December 12 2004, just like the real Bloom. Beatrix seems oddly interested in that fact. I’m beginning to have a suspicion.

Bloom’s phone is blowing up with messages but she’s busy reading. Beatrix stealth zaps bloom’s phone to break it so she doesn’t get Sky’s warning call.

Rosalind was in a place called Aster Dell. This also seems to interest Beatrix, who suggests they just go there right now. She knows where it is, it’s not far. Bloom has a rush of common sense to the head and hesitates to leave school with someone she barely knows but Beatrix points out that they’ve already broken into a secret war room and maybe now is not the time to stop before they get somewhere. Not completely without a point there, so Bloom agrees.

Sky finds Riven and demands the whereabouts of “The unstable sex addict who’s been leading you around by your dick.” Pfft! Also, not very understanding after Riven admitted he really does like Beatrix and feels accepted by her. But Riven doesn’t know, anyway.

Stella bursts in, “I sent you twenty texts and you’re here looking for Bloom?” And Riven gets to say, ‘Have fun with that!” as he escapes. Sky blames Stella for starting the changeling thing, Stella says, “I didn’t want to hurt her.” which is not true.

Sky: “You say you don’t want to be like your mother but all I see is someone who treats others exactly the same way that Luna treats you.” And he says he’s done with this.

Harsh but true.

Beatrix stole a car. Bloom is very impressed! Heh.

The other three girls have had a rush of common sense to the head and gone to Dowling to tell her about Beatrix. Dowling’s first response is to ask why Bloom was down there but Terra pulls out their deductions and says “can we please drop the bullshit?” and when her father tries to stop her she calls him out for putting them in danger by not telling them! Go Terra! Silva comes in to tell them someone knocked out one of the queen’s guards and stole an SUV.

Beatrix must be extremely badass to take out a bodyguard! we’re only in episode 4 but I don’t think she’s planning on coming back to school after this.

Black SUV drives on a dirt road between trees. I do love how there seem to be no other buildings and no paved roads in the Otherworld. I guess I’ll take what worldbuilding I can get.

Bloom and Beatrix have arrived at an absolutely stunning location, a cliff over the sea. Bloom wonders if this is the right place. Isn’t Aster Dell supposed to be a town? Then she realizes there are skulls at her feet among the heather.

But no time to ponder it, Beatrix is getting lightningy! She throws lightning—shorting out an invisible barrier concealing ruins. Aster dell was a peaceful town until it was attacked by Burned Ones and “a military unit from Alfea” decided to go all scorched earth on the place and killed everybody. Queen Luna set up the illusion to hide the ruins. “Leader of our realm tried to cover up a war crime.’

Beatrix says this is where she was from, and where her family died. Two days before Bloom’s birthday. This is where Bloom is from. Rosalind rescued Beatrix too, and gave her a memory of the Alfea adults destroying the town. Rosalind was the only one of the adults with a conscience about killing innocent people.

Bloom protests, the adults are lying but they aren’t monsters. I’m skeptical too, because us viewers know that Beatrix is Beatrix and has said all sorts of things.

On the drive back Bloom asks Beatrix if she’s a changeling too, but no. Rosalind left B with “a close friend” and Bloom in another world. Bloom asks why Dowling would recruit her as a student after killing her family and Beatrix says she doesn’t think Dowling realizes yet what Bloom is, and Bloom shouldn’t tell her.

Bloom: “Which is exactly what you’d say if you were making this up. To keep us from comparing notes.” go Bloom! Beatrix asks what she has to gain from making up a story about murderous teachers, and the two of them can work together to find out more. Rosalind is alive and imprisoned at Alfea, and Beatrix came to break her out.

...for “him”? Mysterious “him” not mentioned yet. And where does the return of the Burned Ones fit in? Hmm. I admit my main reason for not believing Beatrix’s story is that it’s Beatrix telling it.

Also in these sorts of stories the birth parents are never dead.

But no time to ponder it, the teachers are here! They stop the car, Dowling slaps some magical cuffs on Beatrix and Silva and Harvey grab Bloom. They deliver her back to Alfea into a group hug from her suitemates.

The girls were worried that Bloom was off with a murderer but they heard that from the adults who Bloom just heard are liars and murderers themselves. We know the adults are telling the truth about Callan but Bloom doesn’t. Sky is there, also worried that she’d been kidnapped by Beatrix—but Silva calls him away. Paranoia intensifies.

As they head for bed Terra rants about her dad lying to her and acting like it was for her own good. Terra ends with, ‘you don’t lie to people. Not if they matter.’

And Musa feels guilty and spills the beans about her and Sam! It’s been weeks! Terra bursts into giggles and hugs Musa and says Sam looks just like their dad and he went bald early.

Looking down from the walk they see the queen’s guards rolling Stella’s suitcases towards the door. The one thing the two Stella’s have in common apparently is their love of lots of luggage! Yep, Stella’s been moved out.

Stella is in the car. Back home her mother will teach her.

Stella: “You could’ve let me say goodbye to my friends.”

Luna: ‘”They’re not your friends, Stella.”

Which, evil mum kinda right. Apart from taking out a Burned One together, every interaction between Stella and the others has been nasty and catty and mostly Stella’s been avoiding them whenever possible. They aren’t friends. They might be later, but they sure aren’t yet.

Beatrix has been thrown in a cell.

Silva locks the door—with Sky there watching, and I’m sure Silva’s trust in Sky will come back to bite him later.

Then interesting conversation. Silva asked Sky to keep an eye on Bloom, and now he wants Sky to get all the details of what just happened out of bloom and report back. Silva actually says the “a soldier’s job is to take orders” and “your loyalty is to me, no one else.” which, I like you Silva but that is the wrongest tack you could take right now! Silva is very scared and it’s making him make bad choices.

Bloom has gone to Dowling’s office to ask what she did to Beatrix. The cuffs were “runic limiters” which prevent a fairy from using magic. Bloom says ‘They were barbaric” and “You tore her skin open.” which I guess the cuffs did kinda burrow into her skin.

Dowling is just worried if Bloom’s ok and then asks what they talked about. Bloom says it was just a joyride, she and Beatrix talked about clothes and boys. Bloom leaves.

Dowling immediately phones up Bloom’s parents on Earth and says Bloom’s been having a bit of trouble and would they please report to her if Bloom says anything weird.

Sheesh. Could these otherwise smart, capable adults who have years of experience with teenagers be handling this any worse?

Well that was… something. Terra is badass. Stella’s mom is exactly like I expected her to be. Beatrix spilled a lot of important Plot and I’m sure some of it was true and some of it wasn’t.

Next time on Elemental Academy! Will the girls rescue Stella from evil mum? Will Bloom bust Beatrix out of the dungeon? Will Sky be forced to choose between his father figure and his crush? Will Bloom’s parents accidentally betray her? And what’s Riven gonna do now that his smoking and boinking buddy is under arrest? Half the cast is being set up to make some really dumb life choices! Tune in next time!

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The forbidden crack! Untamed prompts: 16/?

FMA AU meets “The Wind Rises” AU : “I still remember every day”

[crazy idea #1: if you are familiar with FMA: Brotherhood (superior in every way) you probably are too young or too smart to remember the original 2003 FMA clusterfuck series but i’m neither young nor smart so here is my take on one of my favorite animated movies of all times “The Conqueror of Shamballa” BUT the story doesn’t start in 1923 Germany but somewhere around 1923 Japan. If you are familiar with this movie and the 2003 series you will know Ed Elric has moved from London to Munich and started living there frequently interacting with a family of rocket scientists (sounds crazy if you are only knowledgeable with FMA: B, but… trust me). So i thought, “what if our protagonist (in this case WWX) travels from China to Japan to work on some airplanes instead?”]

[crazy idea #2: “The Wind Rises” from Ghibli is set in that historical period right? so what if we make transmigrated WWX work his engineering magic on some aircrafts before any conflict can actually take place? precisely between the end of the Taisho period (1912-1926) and the beginning of the Showa period (1926-1989), when the desire for innovation and the new technological advancements could be implemented while at peace.]

[obviously, this is just a prompt, and I don’t feel particularly comfortable with creating fantasy storylines so intertwined with actual historical events, especially if these events caused the suffering of many and belong to a culture that is not mine to describe with the potential risk of offending its values and legacy. also, fandom should be fun and if you love angst maybe this is not the prompt for you. on the other hand I thought of how much i love movies like “Porco Rosso”, set somewhat really fucking close to where I live while describing a fun and lighthearted narrative even if it’s dealing with historical and political events that are still fresh and painful in our collective memory nowadays. Maybe it is possible to write something easy and fun while, at the same time, setting it in a time of great difficulties without hurting anyone. Maybe I’m not the person for that (after all, this is just a prompt), but if you want to explore a similar plot you are encouraged to tag me bc I would really like to know your take on the matter. and if I happen to offend anyone I will properly apologize and take responsibility.]

[the title is from L’Arc-en-Ciel’s song “Lost Heaven”, which still makes me cry to this day]

When Wei WuXian wakes up after the core transplant surgery, the first thing he realizes is that he should be awake. Wen Qing insisted on the fact that he had to keep himself awake and conscious for the entirety of the procedure, otherwise he would have suffered from extreme backlash and so would have Jiang Cheng. But here he is, waking up from slumber after who know how many days. In front of a figure in white he doesn’t recognize. Everything is blurry in his periphery, as if he’s inhabiting two bodies at the same time. His every move heavy and his speech sluggish.

The person in white turns the moment Wei WuXian realizes he’s standing in the middle of nowhere, in the space between realities.

“Where am I?”, he asks, trying to make out the features of the person in front of him, their long white hair, the silver lining of their robes.

“You’re here to pay a price.”, the other answers, their voice a mere whisper. Barely louder than the crisp little noises the pins and jewelry adorning their hair and neck are making as the person approaches him slowly.

“A price for what?”

“Before losing consciousness, you wished for your brother to be saved no matter what.”

“Is… is Jiang Cheng safe?”

“He’s dying because you fell asleep.”, the other announces, sending shivers down Wei WuXian’s spine, dread sitting in the middle of his chest, “You cannot wake up, the damage is done. But if you enter this door you will be able to save him. Your body in this world will die, the core will not share two owners at once and your brother will be the only one able to use it from now on.”

Wei WuXian doesn’t have time to feel pain, determination painting him in vibrant colors in that white realm of silence and void. He turns as the person in white gestures him to do so and he finds a door so big it could rival with one of the gates of Koi Tower. Engraved on its surface are myriads of characters reminding him of something ancient and forbidden. Something so dark and dangerous not even cultivators as knowledgeable as Lan QiRen would be able to understand, let alone encourage learning about.

“What will i find on the other side?”, he wonders, watching as the gates slowly open in front of him, a warm wind spiraling upwards and messing his hair.

A kiss from the underworld.

Is this the day I die, he doesn’t ask.

“Another world.”, the woman in white and silver answers honestly.

Wei WuXian doesn’t have time to recognize her that he is dragged inside by a thousands of spirits with eyes for mouths and teeth for hands.

Mere months have passed since he woke up in a body similar to his original one, but completely different from his own at the same time. He’s still seventeen, but cannot rely on cultivation anymore. The brand scar he received in the cave of the Tortoise of Slaughter is nowhere to be seen. His mother and father welcomed him back in their arms, crying over his bedridden body thanking the heavens for saving their only son from typhoid fever. He knew deep down those were not his true parents, that Cange Sanren had a different name on top of that and that their actual son’s soul was probably the sacrificial lamb paid on the altar of Wei WuXian’s greed to save his only brother. He knew this since day one, yet he was too tired to say anything at the time. He woke up in a small village in the Hubei Province under the Republic of China, established twelve years prior. A reality almost identical to his own, but stripped of any power of the cultivation world.

However, now things have changed and his parents have died a second time, the fever and starvation taking them in their sleep one at a time. But not before his mother could send a desperate letter to an old acquaintance of hers asking them to take their son “Wei Ying” out of the country and save him from harm. After accepting her proposition, the Chinese diplomat Jiang Fenmiang has invited Wei Ying to live with him and their family in Tokyo, where he’s working in order to strengthen and acquiesce the relations between the two countries after a period of tension and grievances.

As he travels on what he understands to be called a “train”, Wei WuXian takes notes over the many technological advancements this new era has brought to humanity. Such as the ferry he has taken to travel overseas and now the locomotive taking him to Tokyo. The pain of losing his parents for the second time is still fresh, as is the memory of the past few months living alone on the streets chased by rabid dogs. His body is still weak after surviving the fever and his lungs and digestive system are forever compromised, but he wants to meet Jiang Chen and YanLi a second time in this new world. Feeling guilty for leaving them in a world ruled by the Qishan Wen clan, the only thing he can do is to atone in this new life and protect them in this reality. He takes a brief moment to himself as he looks up from his notes and sees a man approaching from the first class carriage of the train.

Initially Wei WuXian doesn’t regard the stranger with anything but a polite nod, some of his notes flying away from his journal as he adjusts himself on the platform at the end of his car. He sprints up to try to catch them... before the stranger could grab them for him and give them back.

It’s then that Wei WuXian recognizes the man, an older version of Lan Zhan from the one he remembers, dressed in modern clothing and shorter hair. He’s just another double, a copy of the original he used to know. Just like his mother and father, just like the Jiang family he’s going to meet soon. No recognition comes from the other-Lan Zhan, yet Wei WuXian lets himself stare for longer than necessary as he thanks the man.

A single tear rolls down his cheek as an earthquake shakes the train and destroys everything around them in that day of September 1923.

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1923:

(WWX is 17)

the train stops and all the passengers survive, but they are scared and don’t know how to reach Tokyo safely by foot. Some officers guide them to the nearest road and help them walk for a while before they have to leave for the capital in an attempt to contain the flames of the many fires caused by the earthquake.

Lan Zhan’s double has the same name and features, but is now twenty-five and was supposed to arrive in Tokyo to meet with his brother, Lan Huan’s double. He’s a little more cheerful than what WWX remembers and he also decides to stick with the younger man all the way to Tokyo. After glancing at WWX’s notes earlier, in fact, double!LanZhan recognizes him as someone from his same country and reasons they should feel safer traveling together for a little while more.

given that trying to explain his situation to double!LanZhan would be useless, WWX simply agrees and shoves down any temptation to tell him all about Gusu and the cave and how much he wishes he could go back to his original world. They walk all the way to Tokyo talking quietly: they are surrounded by strangers, WWX doesn’t know much Japanese to begin with and he doesn’t want to be recognized as a foreigner.

uncle Jiang, along with some clothes to travel more comfortably, has sent him enough money to travel and direction to reach his home. The only thing WWX hopes is that nobody was injured in the earthquake and that no more waves can reach them before he can join them. What an unfortunate time to arrive. Aunt Yu would probably hate him in this reality too just because of that.

but as he trails behind double!LanZhan and enters Tokyo, WWX feels as if hell has found its way into the world, flames everywhere and nowhere to go. In the midst of chaos, however, double!LanZhan tries to keep him from fainting or shaking, talking about all the things he and his brother wish to work on as architects working for the government. Yet, WWX senses how worried he is for his twin brother and pities him as he tries to calm down, marveling at how much this version of Lan Zhan can talk. They walk towards the Jiang household as double!LanZhan chats about the university he’s supposed to work for the following month, wondering if it’s still intact after the catastrophe.

they reach the elegant house without any more troubles, relief spreading through their hearts as they notice it has endured little to no damage. Uncle Jiang scurries over them and immediately recognizes WWX bc of how much he resembles his mother and the man dotes on him from then on. He thanks double!LanZhan profusely, ignoring the resentful glances coming from his wife and the curious ones from his daughter. A kid roughly the same age as WWX approaches and takes the other’s only suitcase: a scowl on his face and hurry in his steps, telling WWX to keep up because “the world is crashing down if he hadn’t noticed”.

WWX doesn’t have time to properly thank double!LanZhan that he is urged inside by his new family.

1927:

(WWX is 21)

given the connections the Jiang family has in both countries, WWX and his step siblings are able to enjoy benefits others may only dream of, but the government is wary of foreigners and they need to act as good guests. This angers and stresses Jiang Cheng, his temper even worse than what WWX remembers, and he is even more rebellious than his new stepbrother. It’s WWX who needs to tone down the other’s snark at times, reminding him they cannot do as they please and that, even if others are jealous of their grades in university and overall position, they are still living in difficult times.

WWX knows this Jiang Cheng is a double ant that everything feels like a dream and nothing matters anymore, but if he pretends hard energy maybe he can stop feeling guilty for leaving his dear ones behind. But acknowledging this Jiang Cheng as the real one feels wrong and sometimes WWX distances himself from him, keeping his secrets for himself.

however, double!JiangCheng has seen his brother scream in his dreams, even waking him up in the middle of the night just to shake him from his horrible nightmares. Sometimes Wei Ying watches him in his sleep, when he hasn’t yet realized double!JiangCheng is awake, as checks for his breath. Other times he pressed a hand to his abdomen, as if checking for scars or injuries. He doesn’t know what it means, but he is willing to wait for the other to come around and they’ll him himself.

their sister YanLi has figured a way to be useful in a country wary of foreigners by studying to become a doctor and save lives. Their father is currently struggling at work because of the increasing tensions between the two countries and their mother keeps to herself in spite of everything.

WWX’s health deteriorates after he starts working, their supervisor suggesting him and his brother to keep a low profile just not to attract any unwanted attention on their family. Their work as engineers can convince the higher-ups to keep them close in case war were to strike again. But Jiang Cheng feels bad for working for a country constantly threatening his parent’s home country over mining rights and land ownership. He may love working on new aircrafts and test his limits, but he’s against using his energy and drive for appease someone else’s greed.

WWX, for the first time in his life, feels second to his brother, admiring his ability to distinguish from right and wrong while he himself cannot even tell dreams and reality apart. With a weakened body and a mind filled with memories of a world that doesn’t even exists, WWX convinces himself he’s in hell and this life is the punishment for being too greedy himself.

1929:

(WWX is 23, double!LWJ is 30)

tension is too strong for them to live in Tokyo, with Uncle Jiang forced to work for the government and scramble for solutions in order to keep his family safe in a secluded location in the mountains, in a hotel in the middle of nowhere. There, the elites enjoys the last days of peaceful times they will not see again for years to come.

WWX feels drained, dreaming of people he will either never see again or see every single day in the faces of strangers. Jiang Cheng convinces him to talk, even if only to ease his pain, but WWX cannot bring himself to reveal the whole truth. The only thing he feels like to share is that he has visions of another world and that maybe reincarnation is not as far fetched as it seems.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t really believe him, but he supports him and together with YanLi they try to make Wei Ying relax during their vacation on the mountains.

there, out of nowhere, WWX meets double!LanZhan and his brother: they meet on top of a hill as the wind rises and some of the two brothers’ musical scores fly away. WWX and his stepbrother catch them and bring them back as YanLi approaches the two musicians.

this time, WWX notice immediately something is wrong. Double!LanZhan is far less cheerful than what he remembers from their first encounter, while his brother seems to have lost his vision, music being his only comfort. The group exchanges pleasantries with the twins on top of the hill, until rain forces them all to seek refuge under some trees. WWX watches double!LanZhan closely and realizes these years apart must have been tough on him. He asks if double!LanHuan has lost his sight after the earthquake and the only thing double!LanZhan is able to do is nod, his eyes filled with tears.

Would it be so bad to befriend this other-LanZhan? Is it right for WWX to start a new life in hell with someone so compassionate and kind? Maybe that would be okay in the end, maybe they can be good friends and survive this world that is wary of them simply because of the greed of human kind. Then why does it feel wrong to let himself be loved by these people? Why does it feel like he’s betraying the ones he has left behind?

during their vacation, the two families get closer and they enjoy each other’s company. They talk in Japanese to not be stared by the other patrons and WWX wonders what happened in his world. If the Wens have crumbled down. If their name is synonymous with hatred and greed. If this is how any refugee would feel, isolated from the rest of the country while desperately trying to hold onto any familiar face and memory at hand.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t like to talk in another language and fear others might look down on him and seldom attracts attention by causing mayhem. But YanLi and even double!LanHuan help him come down from his stubborn antics and take him to long walks to calm down. This way, WWX and double!LanZhan are frequently left alone, because Wei Ying cannot walk for too long without feeling exhausted and so the other keeps him company.

since double!LanZhan is so under the weather and quiet, WWX takes it upon himself to entertain him and he spends their days chatting about the things he misses from home, what he would like to do if he were to live somewhere else, they airplanes he would like to make. He doesn’t talk about how much me misses flying on a sword, or how the wind fills under his clothes up in the air, or how much he would have loved to hold onto Lan Zhan among the stars at night.

WWX cries in front of double!LanZhan without noticing one day, missing the days at the Cloud Recesses when they were classmates and he used to pester the other boy. And only now, only now he understands what it was, what he wanted to convey with his antics. How much he wanted the other to notice him and pay attention to him. But the one rubbing a comforting hand up and down his spine now is not his Lan Zhan. Even if he’s just as kind and compassionate, just as quiet and brilliant, just as hurt and lonely.

they share a kiss under the trees of a meadow one afternoon and WWX feels like he’s either betraying the real Lan Zhan or this gentle young man who’s never done anything bad in his entire life. And he doesn’t know why double!LanZhan is crying as well as they kiss, but he’s too afraid to ask.

the following day Uncle Jiang calls the rest of his family back home and the Jiang siblings say their goodbyes to the twins hiding alone with their uncle on the mountain. Promising to meet each other again soon, even if WWX knows that’s most likely nothing but a well intentioned lie given the hardships they’re bound to face.

1930:

Lan Zhan:

(WWX is 24, double!LWJ is 31)

after meeting with the Jiang family, the twins try to retrieve their life as usual the moment they return in Tokyo for the winter. Their uncle notices double!LanZhan’s distress over departing from the young men he had met there, but his inquiry is fruitless since his nephew refuses to speak. The old man has noticed some changes in the younger twin over the course of a couple of years or so: his frequent migraines and tiredness, his laborious efforts to speak as if feverish and confused, his nights interrupted by nightmares more often than not.

even his brother has noticed the difference despite losing his vision in the fire at the imperial university seven years prior. His cheerful spirit is gone, his steps alternate different rhythms at times, and even his accent often doesn’t sound familiar to him. In his younger brother’s words “it’s almost as if two of me are residing in a single body”. But Lan Huan doesn’t know what to make of it, wishing he could look his brother in the eyes and see the truth for himself.

double!LanZhan, on the other hand, feels split in half ever since he has kissed Wei Ying. He remembers that day because his body has moved on its own, half of his mind lost in Wei Ying’s grey eyes while the other half (his own half) was trying to understand why the sudden urge to hold the boy tighter in his arms. He felt like someone had possessed him for those brief, stolen moments in time before leaving his body altogether the second Wei Ying has run away from him in the meadow.

unable to find an answer, feverish and tired with a migraine splitting his brain in half, double!LanZhan wanders around Tokyo trying to remember where the Jiang residence was. His feet walking him towards Wei Ying and Jiang Cheng’s room in the evening one day. Wei Ying is alone, sitting down by a table covered in drawings. Mesmerized, double!LanZhan watches from the window as Wei Ying traces the lines of faces and places, over an over again, as if he doesn’t want to forget what his imagination has shown him that night.

seeing what is depicted on the table, double!LanZhan’s migraine worsens and he collapses in the back garden, snow piling up on him. Wei Ying immediately notices and brings him inside, covering him in quilts to keep him warm. But Wei Ying is the warmest of all, his embrace like a balsam over double!LanZhan’s pulsing head as the younger tries to keep him warm by rubbing his arms over and over.

suddenly his head doesn’t hurt anymore and he can finally, finally let go. Let the other half take his place for now, just for a little while, as he takes a small nap in Wei Ying’s arms.

when he wakes up, Lan Zhan cries all of his tears.

he was finally able to reach Wei Ying, his Wei Ying, who was trapped in another world. The one Lan Zhan has been looking for ever since the end of the Sunshot Campaign, ever since Jiang Cheng himself told him of his demise. The one Lan Zhan was able to reach only after sacrificing his golden core to the immortal turned goddes BaoShan Sanren in front of a gate born from the efforts of some past demonic cultivator.

for two years he had tried to make his way through the veil between realities, his consciousness exhausted as if he had been swimming for far too long. The other-him, the man who shared his name and face, hosting his soul at the expenses of his own body for over two years. All because of Lan Zhan’s grief and greed, all because a goddess had promised him he could be reunited with the love of his life. But at what cost... at what cost indeed.

since two souls cannot reside in a single body, one of them had to die in order for Lan Zhan to meet his Wei Ying again. The moment WWX sees the other cry, he immediately recognizes him and tries to console him for the loss of his “other”. But LWJ cannot seem to feel any relief as he falls asleep once more in his arms.

Jiang Cheng:

Jiang Cheng enters the room and is baffled to find one of the twins in there, but seeing his brother crying over the man he decides to help them instead of calling the servants. Things are turning ugly in town for people like them and he doesn’t trust anyone anymore since YanLi got married and started working for the hospital, leaving the brothers alone.

in tears, Wei Ying tells him everything: of his dreams of another world, of the one he was destined to meet, of Lan Zhan finally remembering who he really was. He’s still fixated on this “past life” thing, uh? Jiang Cheng doesn’t really understand, but he knows the two man has grown fond of each other the previous summer and doesn’t really envy their fate.

he watches over them as they fall asleep in each other’s arms, having promised them to keep the servants from knowing about Lan Zhan’s presence in their house. That’s when he comes up with a plan and calls Lan Huan on the phone, briefly telling him that “his brother Lan Zhan has made a choice and that he cannot stay in Tokyo anymore”.

Lan Huan asks Jiang Cheng if his brother is there, to which the other only says “yes”. Is he with Wei Ying? Yes. Are they in love? Yes. Do they need to hide? “I can manage that for them.”

They meet the following morning at dawn, outside of Lan XiChen’s house to not attract the attention of the Jiang servants. Jiang Cheng will escort the two lovebirds to a cottage somewhere in the countryside, far away from society. When Lan Huan will succeed in convincing Lan QiRen to follow him there, they will receive them and arrange something.

Jiang Cheng May not believe his brother, but he knows things are getting dangerous in the country, especially for foreigners like them. Let alone someone like Wei Ying and his lover.

Wei WuXian:

While Lan Zhan is still feverish, Jiang Cheng and WWX take the train with the older man to the countryside. WWX feels bad for leaving, but Lan Zhan needs to rest away from the modern world for a while and he himself doesn’t feel well at all. Not with his lungs giving up on him any time he has to stiffen a cough and swallow his own blood with every breath. His weakened body may have caught something in the last few months, but he will not give up on Lan Zhan now.

They reach the cottage and Jiang Cheng immediately sends a letter to his sister, apologizing for what he’s about to do. They only have to wait a week for Lan Huan and Lan QiRen to arrive, but in the meantime Lan Zhan has regained enough energy to eat and stand up on his own. WWX asks him what is going on, and LWJ tells him that he’s currently trying to hold onto this body while simultaneously ruling over his original body in Gusu. He doesn’t want to fade away, but he fears slipping out of reach and leave WWX behind a second time.

when Lan QiRen sees them, he cannot deny what is in front of him: someone who is merely pretending to be his nephew greets him with a stoic face as he announces his intention to marry a man. Despite the initial shock, when Lan Huan has asked him to take him in the middle of nowhere in the countryside in winter, Lan QiRen has accepted to indulge him knowing Lan Zhan must have had something to do with it. But this in front of him is definitely not his nephew and this realization hurts more then knowing he is in love with a man.

Lan Huan, on the other hand, knows from his voice this is not his brother but cannot explain why. He’s filled with grief at the thought and not even his uncle can comfort him, the older man himself in pain for a loss he cannot comprehend.

WWX asks them to indulge them just this time, feeling like his life is getting closer and closer to its end, not knowing what else to do. Jiang Cheng comforts the two men as he tries to explain his reasons, that nobody will let them have even an ounce of joy in the world they’re forced to live in and that, if things will end up getting worse in the end, at least they’ll have this memory to look back to. He feels like a war is approaching, and no one can know what kind of world will greet them at the end of it.

Lan Zhan:

the day of his wedding he’s very nervous, having asked their hosts to simplify the traditional ceremony given the fact that Wei Ying and he are both men and there are no actual guest attending. They bow to the heavens and the earth, to their families, and then to each other. Their clothes are far less expensive or appropriate from the nuptial red they would have worn under different circumstances, yet Lan Zhan has never felt more adorned and rich, basking in Wei Ying’s love.

they spend their first night together whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ears, tired and happy as they have never been before.

Wei WuXian:

they stay at the cottage for months, receiving news from the outside world every now and then from Jiang Cheng and Lan Huan. He suspects his brother is keeping something to himself, ignoring his questions over the political situation altogether, but he doesn’t insist.

LWJ tells him stories of the Sunshot Campaign, of how he tried to save the weak, the women, the children and the innocent of the Wen Clan against the rest of the cultivation world. Of how he found a way to summon BaoShan Sanren through some scrolls he had found in Burial Mounds, where he thought WWX’s soul might have disappeared to. Of how he hadn’t even been able to say goodbye to his brother and the people he had saved in Yiling before signing a contract with the immortal.

WWX’s lungs are giving up on him but he tries to keep LWJ from noticing. YanLi comes to meet them one day and makes sure to cry for her brother only when they are finally alone, sensing his intention to keep his husband from knowing the truth. He knows LWJ cannot possibly keep holding onto two bodies at the same time: waking up in Yiling the moment he falls asleep in the cottage; then waking up with Wei Ying every morning the moment he falls asleep in Burial Mounds where he has decided to hide. Without a golden core, for as strong as someone like LWJ can be, he would die if he keeps crossing the veil, the gate between the two worlds.

the day after YanLi has left them alone, WWX spends his last day with his husband, making sure everything is perfect. he also sends letters to his family and thanks them for loving him. he extends his best wishes to the people who worked alongside him, helping him bring to fruition his dream to fly in the sky once more... even if he has never flown in this lifetime.

he’s very happy with his husband and wants to commit every second they spend together to heart. They make love for the last time before they both fall asleep together and dream of home.

he whispers “I wish you good luck” before falling asleep.

Lan Zhan:

he wakes up the next day and Wei Ying is gone. His body cold in his arms.

mad with grief, unable to believe a life without WWX can or should exist, he cries over his husband’s body and wishes he could die.

Lan Huan and Lan QiRen happen to visit that day and find him crestfallen and asking to be left alone to die. But they help him bury the body instead and take care of him. Lan QiRen suddenly feels terrible at the thought of leaving this boy all alone, whether he’s actually his nephew or not. Lan Huan convinces his brother to eat and rest, holding him for as long as it takes for him to calm down.

the following day, as the younger twin wakes up, he asks Lan Huan why they’re in a cottage in the countryside and what happened while he was asleep.

the actual LWJ, by falling asleep, not willing to wake up in a world where WWX doesn’t exists anymore, has allowed double!LanZhan to regain complete control over the body in the cottage. The twin wasn’t dead, just dormant, waiting for LWJ to let go of his body on his own.

waking up in the Burial Mounds, however, with no golden core and no Wei Ying is worse than anything LWJ has ever experienced. Having to survive WWX’s death not one, but two times is too much to handle... but a small kid has found his place in his arms while LWJ was sleeping. His beloved A-Yuan, one of the few Wen children he was able to save from the Lanling Jin’s clutches after the Sunshot Campaign.

as he takes in the sight of the child he considers his own, peacefully sleeping in his bed, LWJ finds the strength to say “just another day”. And then another and another and another again.

13 years later:

Mo XuanYu sacrifices his body for WWX and the first thing Wei Ying does in his new body is to ask the Lan juniors to bring him to Hanguan Jun.

but Lan Zhan is already there, following the juniors around after managing to reforming a golden core in just a little over ten years all on his own. The first thing he says to Wei Ying is “I still remember every day.”

and they begin to travel together for the rest of their life.

Now I need a fucking tissue.

[as you can see very little “conquering another world” type of quest because I didn’t like to think too hard. This is more like “what if before transmigrating WWX and LWJ lived somewhere else and got married?” But then I had to make it sad, uh? Fuck.]

[also, demonic-cultivator!LWJ anyone?]

#mdzs #cql #the untamed #wangxian #mo dao zu shi #the forbidden crack! untamed prompts #mdzs/au: manga/anime inspired #mdzs/au: fma #mdzs/au: ghibli #mdzs/au: modern

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slurrmp · 4 years

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not another info sheet.

sasha o’neill (stargate sg1)

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: sasha maria o’neill PRONUNCIATION: SASH-ə MEANING: defender, helper of mankind REASONING: named after her mother’s grandmother NICKNAME(S): sash (most common), ash, asha, kid PREFERRED NAME(S): just her full name or sash BIRTH DATE: october 20th 1972 AGE: 33 (as of season 9) ZODIAC: libra GENDER: female PRONOUNS: she/her ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual NATIONALITY: american ETHNICITY: white CURRENT LOCATION: colorado springs, cheyenne mountain LIVING CONDITIONS: a little apartment in the city, but will mostly stay at jack’s home. TITLE(S): miss

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: san francisco HOMETOWN: fairfax SOCIAL CLASS: fairly wealthy, but not exactly rich EDUCATION LEVEL: almost finished college FATHER: angus o’neill (deceased) MOTHER: maria o’neill (nee barnes) (mia) SIBLING(S): none BIRTH ORDER: only child CHILDREN: none PET(S): a pet gold fish named bruce, however, is too busy with work to actually have the dog she always wanted. OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: jack o’neill (uncle), sara o’neill (aunt), charlie o’neill (cousin) (deceased) PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: max turner (four years), jonas quinn (two years), cameron mitchell (??) ARRESTS?: when she was a teenager and her father passed away, and her mother basically disowned her - sasha rebelled against her aunt and uncle, doing petty crimes such as shop lifting and grand theft PRISON TIME?: spent two nights in the county jail for stealing a car from the mayor

OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: working for the sgc SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: it’s really disguised as working for the air force TERTIARY SOURCE(S) OF INCOME: she writes a column in the local paper APPROXIMATE AMOUNT PER YEAR: uhhhh couldn’t tell you, but it’s enough to live comfortably CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: very much so PAST JOB(S): worked at a fast food chain until she was 17, then worked for a supermarket (but was caught stealing & was fired) SPENDING HABITS: she knows what she loves and will always buy what she needs MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: her father’s dog tags, which she constantly wears around her neck

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: she was a cheerleader in high school before her father passed - moving into senior year of high school, sasha locked herself away from others and herself - which meant that she wasn’t as physically fit as she used to be. she was never overweight, but she couldn’t do a cartwheel to save her life anymore. however, joining the sgc - she’s managed to gain back her fitness and once again can do that cartwheel. OFFENSE: no DEFENSE: yes. her fighting style is more protect her body than anything else. SPEED: she’s not incredibly fast, but if something is chasing her, she has the will to go faster. INTELLIGENCE: rather intelligent, however, it is less mathematical smart and more historical smart. ACCURACY: she grew up in a military family, she’s very accurate AGILITY: after working back her fitness, sasha’s very good at climbing walls and leaping across tall buildings. STAMINA: it’s fairly good but no where near as good as it should be TEAMWORK: she depends on her team to survive and they depend on her to keep them alive TALENTS: can translate a different language within an hour, rather good at the piano SHORTCOMINGS: she’s judgemental, snippy and can be rather short with people. all in all it’s that o’neill charm LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english, german, russian, dutch and japanese DRIVE?: yes JUMP-STAR A CAR?: yes CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: yes RIDE A BICYCLE?: yes, badly though SWIM?: yes PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: kind of, without practice she loses her skill PLAY CHESS?: no (daniel’s trying to teach her though) BRAID HAIR?: yes TIE A TIE?: yes PICK A LOCK?: yes

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: alyssa milano EYE COLOR: brown HAIR COLOR: brown HAIR TYPE/STYLE: there’s almost a different style each year. season one: short and almost in a bob. season two: it has grown out more and now reaches her shoulders - curls. season six: it was shaved almost completely off. season three, four, five, seven, eight, nine and ten: it remains at shoulder length and wavy. GLASSES/CONTACTS?: only for when she’s reading DOMINANT HAND: right HEIGHT: 5′2″ WEIGHT: 60 kg BUILD: athletic EXERCISE HABITS: spars with teal’c once a week, while also uses the gym equipment at the sgc twice a week SKIN TONE: pale, but is able to tan rather easily TATTOOS: one on the back of her neck and one on the left side of her lower back PEIRCINGS: both lobes, including seconds, has her nose pierced as well MARKS/SCARS: there is a birthmark over her left hip. a scar just on the right side of her upper lip (which she got when she fell over on the driveway of her family home when she was six), a scar through her left eyebrow - which eerily is like jack’s, however, it was given to her on a mission NOTABLE FEATURES: her eyes and the mirroring scar in her eyebrow, just like jack. USUAL EXPRESSION: she is beaming most of the time - bright and bubbly expressions CLOTHING STYLE: very modern, loves a crop top and low cut jeans, but while she’s on base it is the typical sg uniform. blue fatigues mostly, considering the green makes her look sick JEWELRY: nothing too fancy considering her line of work, a couple of rings and bracelets ALLERGIES: peanuts, bees BODY TEMPERATURE: a normal body temperature DIET: she’s lived with jack for most of her life, it mainly consisted of bbq steak and when she was old enough beer. donuts, and snacks. PHYSICAL AILMENTS: continuously breaks limbs, but nothing too serious to bench her from off world work.

PSYCHOLOGY

JUNG TYPE: enfj ENNEAGRAM TYPE: the achiever MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic good ELEMENT: air PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE: logical-mathematical APPROXIMATE IQ: 124 MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: struggles with ptsd after the death of her father and the events that have occurred in her life so far SOCIABILITY: very out going and loves to meet new people EMOTIONAL STABILITY: she’s been hurt so many times that sasha has started to pull away from anything emotional lately, so not good, but she hides it well with her outgoing personality OBSESSION(S): making sure that everything is perfect, making sure that missions will go correctly and nothing bad will happen. PHOBIA(S): tight spaces, spiders, flying, ADDICTION(S): none DRUG USE: none ALCOHOL USE: limited, loves a good beer every sunday afternoon PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: if push came to shove

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: she’s very articulate with her words. when the occasion calls for it, she can speak in a rather professional manner. but when she’s around friends or family, she won’t talk quite as stiff ACCENT: very clearly a west coast accent QUIRKS: she bounces a lot when she’s excited or even happy. it’s absolutely because she’s the shortest of the group and it makes her feel tall HOBBIES: reading is a big one - basically what she does to escape the ‘real world’, mainly romance and comedy novels because horror/sci-fi and action is what she lives on a daily basis HABITS: she has a habit of biting her lower lip, usually when she’s thinking or worried. NERVOUS TICKS: bounces her leg up and down when nervous, she will also pace a lot DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: one is absolutely to save the world from the goa’uld, while the others is her family and her friends FEARS: losing said family and friends. she has a terrible habit of latching onto people she’s met - which isn’t good in her line of work. however, it helps her POSITIVE TRAITS: loyal, strong willed, will fight for her family NEGATIVE TRAITS: falls in love too easily, tries to see the best in everyone - which usually gets her into trouble SENSE OF HUMOR: very dry, it’s that o’neill sense of humour though DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: on and off CATCHPHRASE(S):oh for crying out loud

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: reading ANIMAL: fox BEVERAGE: beer BOOK: pride and prejudice CELEBRITY: brad pitt COLOR: pastel brown DESIGNER: vera wang FOOD: fried rice FLOWER: sunflower GEM: diamond HOLIDAY: christmas MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: mini cooper MOVIE: sleepless in seatle MUSICAL ARTIST: elton john SCENERY: snowy day next to a fireplace in the city SCENT: lavender SPORT: football SPORTS TEAM: 49ers TELEVISION SHOW: simpsons WEATHER: winter VACATION DESTINATION: bora bora

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: to see the goa’uld destroyed and to have her family safe GREATEST FEAR: to lose the planet and her family MOST AT EASE WHEN: things are going the right way, no matter the scenario - could be in the middle of a mission, but as long as she knows what’s she’s doing, sasha can breeze through it LEAST AT EASE WHEN: everything is going wrong, mainly when missions stuff up. as well as when she has no control over a situation WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN: one of the alternate world’s reality, becoming her reality. the goa’uld taking over the world and enslaving humanity BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: finally getting into college BIGGEST REGRET: losing her daughter MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: it’s not everyday that you come face to face with a new species, it’s also not everyday that you decide to trip UP stairs when coming to greet them, falling flat on her face and breaking her nose BIGGEST SECRET: max and sasha were expecting a baby - but they were not compatible and the baby died during the first trimester, she never told anyone besides janet TOP PRIORITIES: her job and her family

#ch. sasha o'neill.#promise that you'll never find another like me.#* & MEET MY OC'S.#stargate

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wmhalliwell · 5 years

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just this once

a/n: this is just me wanting fem!presenting!aziraphale and i was inspired by a bunch of headcanons i've read from all around tumblr. ps thanks to the lovely @felicia-parker for looking over this for me! (find on ao3)

Italy, 1502

The noise of human life filled the air: the clatter of wagon wheels on stone and the screech of stray cats chasing each other down the streets. There was the suggestion of a sunny day, with the sun repeatedly hiding behind clouds, casting shade on all those walking and wandering along the streets.

Near the coast, the air was tinged with salt from the sea. Merchants cramped the area around the port, setting up their wears; selling everything from fresh bread to finely made silk, children’s toys to jewelry befit for royalty.

Crowley had no need for any such things, though a broach caught his eye: silver snake design curled around an emerald. Could look nice holding his half-cloak in place. Pausing by the merchant’s booth, he made a face trying to look at the broach he currently wore. It was by no means lowly, but it wasn’t nearly as shiny as the silver snake.

“Do you seem something that interests you, sir?” the merchant asked after exchanging another of his pieces for the rudimentary currency of the era: coins.

Crowley squinted at the snake through darkened glasses pinched across the bridge of his nose. “What do you think?” he mused. “Is it a bit much?”

The man’s eyes sparkled. He was definitely imagining the gold he could get in exchange for his workmanship. “Not at all, sir!” He plucked the broach from where it sat and held it so a momentary spark of sunlight glinted through the gem. “It would go quite handsomely with your complexion I would say.”

Crowley tilted his head to the side, the quirk of a smile on his face. “Oh you do, do you?” He reached out a long fingered hand to take the broach in his own hand when he felt it.

It was the exact opposite of the feeling of walking on consecrated ground. Which, when he thought about it too much, didn’t really make much sense, but he did try not to think about it too much.

The merchant felt the sale slipping right through his fingers; Crowley could nearly taste the man’s aggravation as he turned away from the lopsided table and swung his gaze across the merchant’s square. It was busy; difficult to walk without brushing elbows with someone else, but ultimately, the angel should have stood out, like always.

“Sir! Sir!” the merchant’s desperation turned to a little fiery pit of anger as Crowley slinked away from his table.

Crowley ignored the man, deciding he may as well chalk it up to another accomplished temptation—the man would push his products hard on the next people, charge them extra out of greed—and walked through the crowd. He was taller than most of the people currently alive on the Earth, which should have made it easy to crane his neck and find the angel, but he had no such luck.

Feeling only the mild presence of Aziraphale, Crowley abandoned his desperate search and resorted to a sort of languid stalking, weaving his way past every merchant’s table with feline slowness and attention.

The angel couldn’t have changed that much, could he? He was practically identical every time Crowley found him: naively optimistic, stubbornly good, potentially a bit of a pushover when it came from his head office…not that Crowley could blame him. Aziraphale was an angel; he was supposed to be good, after all.

And so it was no wonder that they kept arriving in the same place. That was kind of the point.

Crowley would even go so far as to say he occasionally sought the angel out. With most of his colleagues both lacking in social skills and mostly working in the bowels of Hell, he didn’t have many people to be himself around.

A familiar flit of mild tempered laughter cut across the square and Crowley stopped and twisted on his heel. He bumped and nudged his way around the corner and—

“I can say I’ve never tasted such scrumptiously fresh fruit before!” Aziraphale said, completely genuine, grinning at the rudy faced girl behind the table laden with newly imported fruits.

“Aziraphale?” Crowley said, voice a bit higher than usual, eyebrows making a slow journey to meet his hairline. For it was certainly Aziraphale, though the noble-styled cream colored gown and unruly curly hair reaching past the angel’s shoulders was a vast change from...well every other time Crowley had seen the angel.

The angel’s eyes widened. “Crowley!” She glanced at the merchant girl before stepping away from the table. “How pleasant it is to see you.”

“Is it?” Crowley smiled a ghost of a little smile and eyed Aziraphale from the somehow-pristine bottom embroidered hem of dress to the belted waist and puffy sleeves. Her hair was scandalously uncovered for the humans of this era, which the demon found both amusing and befitting of the angel. “Does your head office know about this?”

Aziraphale looked down, as if realizing for the first time her outfit. She brushed a hand, golden ring circling her pinkie, across the soft fabric of the skirt. “Yes well…”

“I thought your lot was into pristine and constant physical forms.”

Aziraphale clasped her hands together. “Yes, we are. But,” she paused and leaned a bit closer, lowering her voice as if expecting to be overheard, “you and I both have spent enough time on earth to know that change is natural. I…I wanted to try something new.”

Crowley’s eyebrows settled back in place. “Indeed. It suits you.”

Aziraphale’s face brightened, eyes twinkling in the sudden appearance of the sun as the clouds moved out of the way. “Thank you, my dear.”

The demon’s expression softened into brief genuine adoration and then he paused, reconsidered, and bounced back onto his heels for a moment before speaking. “Are you miracle-ing anything in particular here? Today?”

Aziraphale tilted her head upward, frowned and then shook her head. “Not at this very moment. I was just enjoying a little slice of…well, life.”

“Alone?”

“Yes.”

Crowley blinked and nodded, looking everywhere but at the angel before eventually meeting her questioning eyes. “All right then. Come on.”

He started walking off and moments later, Aziraphale’s footsteps fell into place beside him. “Where are we going?” The angel was excited and intrigued; it nearly bled into the words coming out of her mouth.

“I know a place or two.”

“As do I. I’ve been on this planet as long as you have, Crowley.”

“I know that. But I know different places. Run with different crowds.” He glanced down at Aziraphale, challenging her to protest.

She didn’t. Merely sighing and saying, “Tell me this does not involve anything…criminal. I don’t like the thought of being put into a small, damp cell.” She shivered.

Just because they were immortal beings, did not mean they were above human laws if they broke them. The unfortunate side effect of having a corporeal body.

“No,” Crowley said with a chuckle, not entirely convinced his response was true. “And you could just miracle yourself away.”

Aziraphale frowned, lips pinched. “No. I don’t think I could.”

“You would!”

She shook her head firmly. A piece of crazy hair bounced out of the loose knot at the nape of her neck and stuck out two inches straight into the air. “I couldn’t.”

“If you had to choose between discorporation and escape?”

Worry lined her face and she shrugged a shoulder ever so slightly. “When you put it that way…” And then she stopped. Both speaking and walking. “No. I wouldn’t.”

Crowley stopped and made a dramatic turn around. He walked a couple steps back to the angel and looked down at her. “Escaping prison isn’t inherently bad,” he said from experience. A crease formed in the middle of his brows.

“Oh, and you would know, would you?” she said, exasperated, ignoring Crowley’s hand as it lifted and moved over her shoulder. “But I suppose you’re ri—what are you doing?”

Her voice pitched from morally-right-I-must-have-the-high-ground to soft and questioning.

Crowley squinted, the tip of his tongue peeking out from the corner of his lips as he delicately twined the flyaway curl back into place. “There,” he said, dropping the former conversation and stepping back. And then moving yet another curl into place in front of Aziraphale’s left ear. “Your hair was looking as untidy as your wings the last I saw them.”

Azriaphale’s eyes grew wide. “Crowley!” She glanced around, as if expecting Michael or Gabriel to pop up out of a puddle and exclaim that she was a traitor. When that didn’t happen, she relaxed and her cheeks went nearly rosy. “Well, thank you.” She reached up a hand to pat down her hair, thought better of it and brushed her fingers against Crowley’s hand instead for the briefest of moments before turning back in the direction they’d originally been walking.

“Now, where were we headed?” she asked, hands once again clasped in front of her.

Crowley, frozen in place for a moment from the excruciatingly soft touch, cleared his throat and started forward, pointing upward and to the right. “There,” he said, as if there weren’t hundreds of buildings in that direction.

“Perfect,” Aziraphale said as the sun came fully out from the clouds. The clouds that quickly dissipated completely, leaving the angel and the demon bathed in the warm light and soft breeze as they walked through the streets of Brindisi.

a/n 2.0: this was just an excuse to imagine aziraphale with long hair and in a floor-length historic dress; originally this was gonna take place right after the arrangement was made but i wanted them to be more smitten with each other so here we are. i also left out the angsty epilogue about why aziraphale changed back to short hair and masculine clothes bc it was too sad.

#ineffable husbands #good omens #herzdieb #sabacc #good omens fanfic #hope you don't mind me tagging you/hope you want to read this heh #mine #**#i hate tagging fics aghoiehdghd #i hope someone likes this :x

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anyhao-archived · 5 years

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okay i cant get the jun (and yanan) historical & fantasy c-drama idea out of my idea thanks to that one video, so i decided to basically write the plot myself since i know its never gonna happen otherwise [side eyes pledis] @ pledis give him an acting role already

anyways!! enjoy i guess.. who knows maybe ill be hired as a script writer. also this is more like. part 1 considering where i left off lol i can write more but i was just very pleased with how this turned out. (maybe ill do part 2 if people like this enough)

in this world, there’s humans (royalty, swordsmen, peasants, etc) and magical deities (gods, goddesses, sorcerers, witches, warlocks, etc) who live together on earth. they’re in a long stretch of peace after a 100 year battle left both sides war torn and in anguish.

the peace seems to continue to stretch year after year, but recently, there’s been whispers of unrest from both sides. there also seems to be a new race walking these lands, one known for their cruelty and their attraction to evil of all kinds

jun is a minor god, leader of one of the 13 major deities clan. he is considered the god of the seasons, and he can make flowers grow with a snap of his fingers. all his disciples and those living in his clan are trained well in the art of fan dancing, and are talented with the bow and arrow.

his traditional clothing has more flow and length to it than most, due to him being a minor god. these clothes make his dancing even more beautiful. he’s got a soft spot for shiny things, and enjoys wearing jewelry on any part of his body. he keeps a magical steel fan attached to his hip, which is able to turn into any weapon he pleases, though he prefers using it as the fan, or as a bow and arrow.

jun’s basically invented the art of using his fan in battle. he attached a long slice of very sharp metal to the inside of the fan, allowing it to be extended and used like a blade. the extension of the fan from his arm makes it easier to block and knock weapons out from his enemy’s grasp. he’s currently the only one who has perfected this new style of fighting, though people come from all over to receive training from him (basically, thinking like the kiyoshi warriors from atla)

yanan belongs to the human side. a long lost prince who has only recently found his spot within royalty at the castle. he’s used to roaming the city beyond, interacting with anyone and everyone, always smiling. he liked to walk the city, following certain smells, maybe playing with some kids. but now, as a well known prince, he’s forced to stay within castle walls, banned from speaking with anyone that’s not royalty

he really just wants to people watch, but his mother – the queen – keeps a close eye on him. she even has a close personal body guard to watch his every move and report back to her (though, he is much more loyal to yanan than he is to the queen)

he’s not really all that talented in anything battle related, but he’s one of the most intelligent men in the realm. he’s able to think his way out of any problem, and his ability to read people & their emotions rarely leads him into any situation he can’t handle

he wants to learn sword fighting, but again, his mother refuses. he’s got a personal body guard, why would he need to fight?? little does his mother know he just wants to learn how to swordfight because he thinks it looks cool lol anyway he knows how to shoot a bow and arrow, if only because he used to hunt on his own. he was alright at it, but is quite rusty now.

every year there is a peace treaty signing, signifying another year passed filled with peace. it’s a huge party, basically, with many feasts, music, magic, and plenty of competitions. it switches who holds it every year but this year the humans are in charge and hosts it at the castle. this will be the first year yanan is attending as a prince (living in the castle)

all thirteen leaders of the deities attend, usually bringing one or two of their members along. jun is included in this! this is jun’s favorite time of year, he loves all the music and the dancing that comes along with it. and he cant forget the food either

yanan really doesnt want to be there. he feels out of place, and hes bored, looking around as the leaders from across the kingdom are announced. if anything he wants to get up and roam around, but he’s required to sit in one of the thrones reserved for royalty.

he fidgets in his seat, thinking about how much he hates his new clothes for the millionth time. they’re so restricting, not to mention heavy. why does all his jewelry have to be real gold? and his cloak is some fiber he’s not even sure what it is, but it’s itchy and heavy, too.

yanan stands to escape the prententious conversations surrounding him, but is caught by his mother before he can leave. she says hes required to meet some of the important guests attending, since hes the prince now. he sighs and follows her. he’s introduced as prince yanan – though hes still unused to this name – to the leaders of neighboring countries, and the 13 deity clans.

his eyes easily sweep over his fellow humans, but he can’t help but stare at the deity clan leaders. they’re all beautiful. each member has vibrant clothes he’s never seen, plenty of jewelry, and beautiful smiles. most of them have pointed ears like elves, or multi colored eyes. they all have different designs – painted? are they tattoos? are they magic runes? – all over their visible skin, some even have them on their faces

yanan realizes, too late, that the designs all reflect what they are the gods of. the weather, the seasons, the heavens, musicality, love, etc. he briefly wonders what magic they possess, too.

his mother clears her throat, and he looks up. he must’ve been staring. god, he’s so embarrassed. he smiles shyly and bows, eyes falling to the ground. the deities carry on their conversation, and yanan straightens up. only to make direct eye contact with the only deity staring back at him. yanan’s not sure how to react. he doesn’t have to, though, because they are all leaving, politely waving goodbye. the feast is about to begin, and then the competitions begin the next day.

the next day, he finds himself sitting in a throne. again. his mother forbid him from joining any of the competitions. he can’t take this anymore. pulling on his bodyguard’s sleeve, he tells him he’ll reward him handsomely if he distracts the queen so he can leave. the bodyguard agrees, and yanan slips out of the area unnoticed. he goes to the archery competition, intrigued.

it ends up a near death experience. he accidentally walked out into the archery field, not knowing the layout of the castle all that well, and an arrow was coming straight for him. it would’ve hit him had a wall of vines not appeared out of nowhere, the arrow being caught in the tangle of vines

jun, the god of seasons and flora, rushes over, making sure yanan is okay. he is, just a bit shaken. he tells jun as much, and excuses himself. jun is curious about this quiet, wandering prince.

he decides, then and there, he’s going to attach himself to that prince. as a form of apology, he reasons. it seems like he needs a friend, anyways. he begins to follow (annoy? perhaps) the prince on the castle grounds.

he also bumps into him in the city, like what is a prince doing out here in disguise? idk but i better protect him and see what hes doing. jun isnt subtle either, he continues to try to make conversation with yanan, who shies away from any deep conversation.

jun asked, once, why he wont talk to him and he said the queen forbid him from befriending anyone outside the castle, but especially someone who isnt human. jun decides to make yanan his friend, and yanan eventually begrudgingly accepts. soon, it’s weird not to have jun at his side.

they become inseparable, a beautiful metaphor for the peace between the two races. but soon enough, jun is required to return home to the clans, and yanan has to stay at the castle. its heart breaking.

they dont see each other for a while after that. evil and chaos descends on the world, pitting the races against each other again. the peace treaty is broken, and many, many lives are lost. there was a life taken from both sides, a leader of one of the 13 clans killed, and the queen, murdered.

rumors spread, saying yanan murdered the clan leader in cold blood, in return for them killing the queen. a royal dagger was left, bloodied and out for everyone to see. it had yanan’s initials on it.

rumors spread, saying jun killed the queen via poison from some of his foliage. guards found pieces of a foreign plant that only the jun clan can grow, poisonous to anyone that is not a deity.

both swore they were not involved in these murders, but these seemed to be the start of an all-out war. everyone thought the others were the ones in the wrong. humans began to hate the deities, and the deities began to isolate themselves away.

everyone blamed everyone else. but they knew better. jun and yanan knew the other would never have hurt anyone. jun grows flowers in his spare time, and yanan sneaks out of the castle to give food to the poor. neither of them have an evil bone in their body, how could they ever willingly kill someone?

but no one believed them. it’s not until countless soldiers and innocent people began to lose their lives that yanan realizes staying in the castle is doing nothing. he leaves the castle and arrives at jun’s door step, begging for his help.

jun easily accepts, and they begin to work together. they know each other did not hurt anyone, so, who could possibly want the treaty to fail? who could frame these two into starting an all out war? jun briefly mentions the addition of a new deity clan, someone just starting out. yanan asks what kind of god are they?

and jun realizes.

“god of chaos.”

it’s them. they’re the one who framed them, they’re the one who is causing all this tension and all these deaths. with both races busy trying to kill each other, it leaves jun and yanan by themselves to save their world from utter destruction.

#jun #wen junhui #seventeen #yanan #pentagon #i got carried away w details and world building but #can you blame me lol #mtxt #op #i know no ones online but im just too excited not to post #long post

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the-lunar-mistress · 5 years

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Never Ending Survey: Sazlethan Mahvash

Rules: Repost, don't reblog, tag 10 blogs!

Tagged by: @captainkurosolaire

Tagging: @unkemptandtired @shadowheartxiv @clouded-vxle @quantum-milktea @glorified-thieves @bluebell-bluebird @yisu-xiv @fortress-and-flame @muted-howl @othard

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Sazlethan Mahvash

NICKNAME: The Lunar Mistress, Hingashi's Viper, Lulubell Vixen, Jewel, Saz

AGE: 63 (appears to be in her late 20's)

BIRTHDAY: 18th sun of the 6th umbral moon

ETHNIC GROUP: Rava Viera

NATIONALITY: Othardian

LANGUAGE/S: Dalmascan, Hingan, Old Auri, Common Eorzean, some Thavnairian

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

HOME TOWN / AREA: A small village in the Golmore Jungle

CURRENT HOME: Hingashi

PROFESSION: Madame of The Viper's Nest - dancer's guild and lounge. Informant, assassin, and arcane specialist for The Court of Thieves. Black market Alchemist.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Snow white, often worn in a braid, pulled up into an intricate design with pins, or in wild untamed curls

EYES: Celeste green, hazy violet

FACE: Sharp angles, unnatural beauty, freckled

LIPS: Full, plush, and pouty

COMPLEXION: Tawny brown

BLEMISHES: None

SCARS: Burns on the palms of both her hands that are covered in ink, and whip scars littering the surface of her back.

TATTOOS: A tattoo of vieran origin along the bridge of her nose and chin. A moon tattoo of similar design between her breasts. And finally runes in the shape of an elemental wheel are printed on her palms and feet in aetheric ink.

HEIGHT: 5 fulms 10 ilms

WEIGHT: 153 ponzes

BUILD: Toned, curvaceous, and feminine. Built like an athletic dancer. In pristine physical condition.

FEATURES: Freckles, wide set eyes with lush frosty lashes, iconic black lipstick

ALLERGIES: ...people.

USUAL HAIR STYLE: Fitting for the occasion. However, it does fall to her ankles and she will never cut it.

USUAL FACE LOOK: Stoic, calm, and relaxed.

USUAL CLOTHING: Often tight revealing clothing or flowing dresses. Expensive fabrics inported from all over the realm. Notable colors being black, deep violet, and gold. Lots of jewelry.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR/S: Deep waters, drowning, abandonment

ASPIRATION/S: Unknown

POSITIVE TRAITS: Charming, tactful, diplomatic, romantic, idealistic, peaceful, intelligent

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Indecisive, detached, a trouble maker, superficial, self-indulgent, devious

TEMPERAMENT: Choleric

SOUL TYPE/S: Scholar

ANIMALS: Snake

VICE HABIT/S: Drugs, sex, alcohol, and violence.

FAITH: The Kami

GHOSTS?: Of course. They never cease their rambling..

AFTERLIFE?: Yes.

REINCARNATION?: (Unknown) Bituun

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Centrist

EDUCATION LEVEL: Self taught

FAMILY.

FATHER: Unknown

MOTHER: Unknown

SIBLINGS: Unknown

EXTENDED FAMILY: Unknown

NAME MEANING/S: Moon-like

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: ???

FAVORITES.

BOOK: Anything she can get her hands on

DEITY: Unknown

HOLIDAY: All Saints Wake

MONTH: October

SEASON: Summer

PLACE: Some secluded cove in the middle of nowhere

WEATHER: Warm, a light breeze, night

SOUND / S: Silence, hissing, screaming, moaning, howling, singing

SCENT / S: Lavender and cedarwood, sex, sweat, blood, rain

TASTE / S: Blood, Sahnti's cooking

FEEL / S: Expensive fabrics, skin on skin, flower petals, steel

ANIMAL / S: Snake, coeurl

NUMBER: 1

COLORS: Black, gold, purple

EXTRA.

TALENTS: Alchemy, dancing, singing, killing, manipulation, magic

BAD AT: Making friends, remaining stable

TURN ONS: Physical beauty, blood, unwavering dominance, intelligence

TURN OFFS: Weak minded people, filth, ignorance

HOBBIES: Hedonism, performing, people watching, baking, reading, playing instruments, stargazing

TROPES: Femme Fatale, Lady of black magic, The Ophelia

QUOTES: “Even in the wild submission is not given, it is earned. A wolf will not expose it’s throat because it’s told it should. Why then, would you expect a human being to do less. Earn it.”

“All was dark yet splendid–”

“If you want change, you have to invite chaos”

“Lick the blood from my hands and tell me you still love me.”

“Why should I apologize for being a monster? Has anyone ever apologized for turning me into one?”

“It is a sweet and precise torture.”

"I heard you call to me in my dreams. I heard you weep...and it was the sweetest sound I had ever heard..."

"Please...stop talking. If I cared about the words coming out of your mouth, I would not be trying to actively read the ones in this book. You understand now? Good. Now leave me."

"Did you just...pull my hair? For gods sake woman have some class. This isn't a bar fight."

"Do you think I'm bothered by the idea of spilling your blood? Sweetheart. The very ground you stand on is soaked with my sins. But go ahead and keep screaming. Let me feast on the terror I see in your eyes."

"Did I stutter? Clothes. Off. Now."

MUN QUESTIONS.

"Go ahead. Scream. Let me hear the results of my efforts on your tongue."

Q1 : If you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?

A1: I'm pretty bad with coming up with names. I don't know honestly. I like names that are symbolic and don't tell you anything about the movie till the very end. Like a song whose title isn't in the chorus. It would definitely be erotic and R rated. High fantasy without any restrictions. Dark, magical, and probably a bit of a psychological horror. It would be about all those Unknown details no one knows about her. A bit of a narrative.

Q2 : What would their soundtrack/score sound like?

A2: Haunting sympathy pieces. I dunno like...HANS ZIMMER THANKS

Q3 : Why did you start writing this character?

A3: I was really depressed about a year ago. Writing her was a way for me to dump and cope with all those negative emotions without feeling bad about feeling the way I was. Her character and the way I write her is very raw and passionate and relatable.

Q4 : What first attracted you to this character?

A4: Sazlethan is a small part of me but she is also everything I'm not. Probably even what I wish I was. She's sexy and smart and could care less about what anyone could possibly think about her. She perseveres through the situations I put her through and grows for these things even when it gets rough. And I admire the strength he has and the dedication she puts into her passions. She always gets back up on her feet.

Q5 : Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5: It is literally impossible for her to settle down and build any kind of relationship. She gives a little and then just disappears.

Q6 : What do you have in common with your muse?

A6: Wine, sex, zodiac, and minding our own damn business.

Q7 : How does your muse feel about you?

A7: Saz is vengeful and I can't fight. She'd most definitely kill me.

Q8 : What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?

A8: Characters who don't play by the rules.

Q9 : What gives you inspiration to write your muse?

A9: Movies and music

Q10 : How long did this take you to complete?

A10: Can I sleep now?

#tags #thanks for the tag bb!#sazlethan mahvash #survey

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samathoscampfire · 4 years

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Varthyr

Skyrim

Full Name: Varthyr Maryon Pronunciation: as written Nickname/Alias: Bloody Pheonix, Fire of Morrowind Meaning: Va is the romanian pronoun for yourself, thyr means break/sever/burst in welsh. Varthyr then stands for self destruction Origin: Varthyr comes from a name generator and Maryon from his wife Title: Archmage of the Winterhold College, Lord of Volkihar Keep Pet Name: Master, Love by Berlyna Signature: clear but very fast handwriting Gender: male Gender Role: He resents any female attributes and even some male ones given his god like self image Orientation: sapiosexual Real Age: 145 Age Appearance: 53 Birthday: 27th of Rain’s Fall 4E55 Deathday: never Birthplace: A village in Morrowind Birthsign: The mage

Immediate Family: mother and father, sister and grandmother Distant Family: they’re all distand since he burnt them to ashes Parenting: loving and caring, supporting of his curiosity Upbringing: strife for bigger things, never stop learning Infancy: cared for very much, read to every evening Childhood: schooled at home, got gifted first books about magic Adolescence: started learning magic spells, showed great talent Adulthood: learned greater spells, surpassing every teacher in his area Evolution: Came to Skyrim to study at the College, then became a vampire so that his time on Nirn doesn’t limit his studies

Species: Dunmer Preferred Hand: right hand Facial Type: slim Eye Color: left eye is red, right eye white Hair Color: light gray Hairstyle: shaved bald, goatee Skin Tone: blue-gray Complexion: wrinkly skin Makeup: none Body Type: ectomorph Build: slim Height: 5′9 Weight: 130lbs Birthmarks/scars: a scar cluster on his right cheek from when he infused magica directly into his veins, this also lead to the white eye Distinguishing Features: strong cheek bones, slim jaw

Health: he keeps his body healthy enough to not limit it’s efficiency Energy: restricted energy, like a big water dam Memory: he never forgets Senses: enhanced vampiric elf senses Phobias: Atelophobia Addictions: only an addiction to power Mental Disorders: god complex, narcissism

Style: psychotic scientist, traveling wizard Mode of Dress: form follows function, easy to move in, warmth mostly comes from magic rather than the clothes Grooming: he tries to keep every piece of dirt of off him Posture: good posture but slightly slouched Gait: light steps but with bigger thoughts behind them Coordination: vampiric senses gave him great reflexes Habits and Mannerisms: he tends to ignore people he doesn’t deem worthy of conversation Scent: fire, old books, ash

Mood: ignorant/annoyed, condescending Attitude: ignorant mostly, annoyed if pressed but highly curios if something peaks his interest Stability: in a stable place of psychosis? Expressiveness: he almost never shows his emotions When Happy: tries out spells, climbs on a mountain and watches the world When Depressed: locks himself into his study When Angry: burns down various things Current Residence: Volkihar Keep, Winterhold College Community: if the community doesn’t benefit him he won’t care Family: he secretly misses having a family Friends: he doesn’t have friends Enemies: himself Bosses: not even the gods Followers: the vampires of Volkihar Keep Heroes: Talos, Queen Potema Rivals: there is noone who can rival him Relates to: Brelyna Maryon, Queen Potema Pets/Familiars: does the human cattle in the Keep’s dungeon count? Wardrobe: robes Equipment: various enchanted jewelry to help his magic abilities Accessories: a red flame tattoo on his right cheek Trinkets: interesting texts and scriptures, amulets and other historic items Funds: he rarely needs to spend money anymore but he has his ways of getting money Home: filled and stuffed with various scrolls, burnt paper of failed spells, books and other research items Neighborhood: his neighbourhood consists of ice, snow and horkers Transportation: he mostly walks, he doesn’t trust horses Collections: books and other interesting things Most valuable possession: an elder scroll Prized Possession: Brelyna Maryon

Lovers: Brelyna. At first Varthyr just was impressed with her potential but then the studying relationship grew Marital Status: married to Brelyna Sex Life: the occasional sex with Brelyna Type: manic eros Turn-Ons: interesting mind, obedience Turn Offs: speaking back, too much talking Position: dom Plays: sensation play, bondage, orgasm play Fetishes: nothing specific Virginity: long gone Element: fire Occupation: researcher, bounty hunter Work Ethnic: it has to be perfect when completed Income: money from his followers, bounties Wealth Status: very wealthy Experience: decades of magic training, research and travels Organizations/Affiliations: The College of Winterhold, the vampires of Volkihar Keep IQ: 137 Education: home schooled, autodidactic masters grade of magic schools School: home schooled, some magic scholars Grade: almost always perfect Social Stereotype: nerd Intelligence: logical Religion: praying to gods is for people who won’t rise to their level Morals: he is above morals Crime Record: arson, murder Motivation: getting more and more power and becoming more capable so he doesn’t fail again. The last time he failed, he burned down his house and family Priorities: improvement and progress Philosophy: Failure is only your own fault Political Party: politics don’t bother him Etiquette: clear and frank words streamlined for more efficiency Influences: Queen Potema Main Goal: getting so much power that he can never fail again Minor Goals/Ambitions: overcoming his mortality Desires: knowledge, seeing Brelyna grow Wishlist: nothing specific Accomplishments: mastering the magic schools, becoming archmage and getting closer to immortality Greatest Achievement: beating Lord Harkon Biggest Failure: not having enough power to control a destruction spell resulting in the death of his family Secrets: Brelyna has become a weakness for him Regrets: not learning fast enough to control that spell Worries: that Brelyna gets used against him Best Dream: gaining enough power to bring back his family from the realm of the dead Worst Nightmare: failing again and Brelyna dying because of it Best Memories: the first deep conversation with Brelyna where, despite her clumsyness, she showed her potential, mastering main destruction spell Worst Memories: his family dying, rejection of the village, journey to Skyrim

Hobbies/Interests: reading, research, trying out new spells Skills/Talents: destruction, illusion, enchanting Likes: snow, fire, books, burning stuff Dislikes: bright lights, boredom, stagnation Sense of Humor: dark, dry, sarcastic Pet Peeves: stupidity Superstitions/Beliefs: none Dreams/Nightmares: blazing firestorms, Brelyna Quirks: not paying attention to a conversation because his thoughts trailed of Savvy: being able to identify what is burning by the smell Can’t understand: court etiquette, social traditions/habits Closet Hobby: supporting Brelyna Guilty Pleasure: burning people

Strengths: honesty, knowledge Flaws: narcicism, lack of social intelligence or care Perception: tries to learn more but unknowingly hates the possibility of never being able to bring back his family Conflicts: wanting to gain knowledge without having a specifc goal Instincts: starts burning/attacking people without making sure if they actually have malicious intend Lures: the unkown Soft Spot: talented mages Cruel Streak: someone endangering Brelyna Favorite Colors: red and black Favorite Animals: bears Favorite Mythological Creatures: atronachs Favorite Places: the snowy mountains and caves of the north Favorite Landmarks: dwemer ruins Favorite Flavors: spicy Favorite Foods: soups Favorite Drinks: blood Favorite Genre: magic and research books Favorite Books: The Aetherium Wars Favorite Music: finely played lude Favorite Sports: Varthyr doesn’t bother with sports besides the occasional excercise to keep his body in shape Favorite Stores: General Goods Stores, they might have a new book Favorite Subjects: Magic schools Favorite Numbers: 3 Favorite Words: Yes master Favorite Quotations: “Ahhh it burns!” Least Favorite Colors: green Least Favorite Animals: trolls and frost spiders Least Favorite Mythological Creatures: Spriggans Least Favorite Places: the icey sea north of windhelm Least Favorite Landmarks: the frozen valleys in the north Least Favorite Flavors: bitter and overly sweet Least Favorite Foods: greens Least Favorite Drinks: alcohol, milk Least Favorite Genre: plays and any other non educational book Least Favorite Books: any book that doesn’t bring anything new to him Least Favorite Music: drums Least Favorite Sports: most of them Least Favorite Stores: Smithing shops, melee weapons are so unsophisticated Least Favorite Subjects: literature Least Favorite Numbers: 5 Least Favorite Words: good enough Least Favorite Quotations: “The thought counts” Languages: Dunmeris, Cyrodilic, Ayleidoon, Falmer Accent: high class morrowind accent Voice: deep and raspy, rolls his r Speech Impediments: none Greetings and Farewells: He gets greeted. The only person he really greets is Brelyna State of Mind: burning Compliment: You casted that spell very good Insult: weak mortal Expletive: more a gruntled anger rather than a proper expletive Laughter: rough, composed, softish Signature Quote: "You won’t bother me anymore” Reputation: Dangerous man, don’t meddle with him First Impressions: dunmer schoolar with an odd aura Stranger Impressions: they hear the horror storries of him Friendly Impressions: his only friend is Brelyna Enemy Impressions: hot impressions of them burning Familiar Impressions: Brelyna loves to see him but Varthyr has troubles showing his affection for her Compliments: strong mage, intelligent man Insults: violent, arsoninst, psychopath Self-Impression: Way above mortals but still not close enough to the level of knowledge he wants to have MBTI Personality Type: INTP Temperament: Choleric Enneagram: The Achiever Ego/Superego/Id: Id Persona/Mask: Brutal man with a tiny soft spot Role: Leader Fulfillment: Very good, Alignment: Evil neutral Symbol: Burning book Song: Skybreaker - The Browning Vice: Wrath Virtue: Magnificence Tropes: Hard shell - soft inside, bored vampire lord Originality: a godlike violent dunmer with a tragic backstory that actually has a wife

#Varthyr Maryon

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Blood & Family

Part 6

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Summary: Astraea meet the rest of the Mikaelsons. Esther invites everyone to the ball and links her children, then tries to kills them. Astraea ends up badly injured.

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“Damon, let me out” Astraea demanded.

“Not happening” Damon was standing in front of the door.

“And till when do you think you can keep me here?”.

“As long as it takes”.

“Stefan, you’re the sensible one, tell your brother to let me go”.

“So you can go back to Klaus? We’re doing this for your own good” Stefan told her.

“And since when do you care? You’re only focused on revenge and you, you never cared about anything other than your brother and Elena”.

“And you’re Klaus’ friend, so it makes you a part of my revenge plan” Stefan smirked.

“Believe it or not, I actually care, A” Damon informed her.

“If you do, then you’d let me go”.

“You’re staying her tonight, end of discussion” Damon ordered.

After midnight, Astraea tried to sneak out, but Damon caught her “going somewhere?”.

“Just wanted to get some fresh air” she lied.

“You know, you were never good at lying, so get back to bed, unless you’d like me to carry you again”.

The next day, the three of them went to Elena’s house and she informed them that it was Esther, their mother who was in that coffin and she forgave Klaus and wants to live in peace with her family.

“So Klaus is fine?” Astraea asked.

“I guess so”.

“Does that mean I’m free to go?” She looked at the Salvatore brothers.

“Not quite yet” Damon teased.

The doorbell rang and Elena opened, but there was no one there. She found two envelopes on the floor. One for her and one for Astraea. It was an invitation to the Mikaelsons ball.

“That’s it! I have to go out. I need to dress shop. I’ll see you at the ball” Astraea left in a hurry.

She couldn’t find a dress that would fit the theme of the ball, so she decided to check on Klaus.

She knocked on the door, but it was already open. She heard some voices and went to see the source.

Rebekah was sitting on the couch getting her nails done. Finn was getting dressed and Kol was looking at himself in the mirror.

“Rebekah, you’re back! I thought I’d never see you again, I’m glad I did. I- uhm was looking for Klaus. Have you seen him?”.

“Astraea, come on in. Don’t be shy” Rebekah welcomed her.

“Klaus is befriended with a human?” Kol couldn’t believe it.

“Kol, Finn, this is Astraea. She’s a friend. Astraea these are my brothers Finn and Kol” Rebekah introduced.

“A pleasure to meet you, Madam” Kol kissed her hand.

“Oh, hi! Pleasure to meet you too” she smiled.

“To answer your question, he’s with our mother” Rebekah replied.

“Uh, sorry. What?” She was taken by Kol.

“Nik. He’ll be here shortly. You’re welcome to wait here” Rebekah elaborated.

“Oh, right. Ahm, alright”.

“So, Astraea. How have you come to know my brother?” Kol asked.

“It’s a funny story actually… or rather a weird one. He sacrificed my aunt and cousin at the altar to break the werewolf curse. Then, a friend of mine was bitten by a werewolf and Klaus’ blood’s the cure, so his brother made a deal with your brother. He’d save his life if he and I came with him” she explained.

“And you went with him, even though, he murdered your aunt and cousin?” Kol was confused.

“Well, yeah. I didn’t want to lose anybody else. And my cousin is still alive, so”.

“Why did you stay with him after you returned?”.

“I think your brother is a great person… or a hybrid”.

Kol scoffed and Rebekah snorted.

“A great person? How long have you know him, exactly?”.

“Long enough to know he always gets what he wants and if anyone stands in his way, he’ll get brutally murdered. But I also happen to find him not completely evil”.

“Try a thousand years. You’ll change your mind”.

“Hope, you’re here!” Klaus was surprised to see you.

“Klaus! You’re alive and well. Can we talk?”.

They left the room and went to the main hall.

“They can still hear us, you know?” Klaus reminded her.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m sorry I left. I didn’t want to, but Damon forced me and you know I’m helpless against two vampires” she apologized.

“You don’t have to apologize. There’s nothing you could have done. I’m actually glad that you left. My brothers would have torn you apart, just to punish me” Klaus expressed.

“So you’re not mad?”.

“No”.

“One more thing. Thank you for the invitation, and as much as I would've loved to come, I can’t”.

“Why not?”.

“I don’t have a dress. I went to look for one today, but I found nothing”.

“Why didn’t you say so from the beginning. I have a couple of gowns that I’m sure would fit you perfectly” Klaus assured her.

“You have dresses? Might I ask why?” She raised her eyebrow.

“Don't worry! I don’t wear them. I collected them through the years. It Would be a shame to let them go to waste and be forgotten”.

“I see”.

“After you” he led her to a room where he kept all the antiques he collected through the years.

“You can have whichever you want. I’ll be outside, if you need anything” he showed her to the gowns.

“Thank you”.

“Don’t mention it” he closed the door and left.

She looked through the stuff and found drawings, jewelry, historical pieces and artifacts and was fascinated by them.

“I have to go. Caroline called, she needs help, but thank you for the dress. I’ll see you tonight”.

“Hey, Caroline! What’s wrong?”.

“Rebekah invited Matt to the ball. I wasn’t planning on going, but now I have to. I don’t have a dress” she sighed.

Astraea looked through her clothes and found a big box, when she opened it, there was a stunning blue dress inside.

“What’s wrong with this one?”.

“It’s- uhm it’s from Klaus”.

“He must be feeling generous today” Astraea commented.

“What?”.

“Nothing. I think you should wear it. It’s beautiful”.

—-

“You look stunning” Kol complimented.

“You don’t look bad yourself” Astraea blushed.

“Care to join me for a dance?” He offered.

“I’d love to”.

“So, Kol. Why did Klaus dagger you?”.

“Why does Nik do anything?”.

“Fair enough”.

“I don’t know why, but I swear your gown looks familiar” Kol tried to remember where he’s seen it before.

“That’s because it’s not mine. I borrowed it from your brother, which I’m sure he stole from someone in the 18th or 19th century” she informed him.

“I figured. You can’t seem to stop staring at him” he noticed how she was looking at him and Caroline dancing.

“It’s nothing like that. They’re kind of look fit for each other, which is weird”.

“Why so?”.

“Because she’s in a relationship with another friend of mine, who is actually sired to your brother. He even made him bite her once, but then cured her”.

It was time to change partners and she ended up dancing with Klaus.

“Klaus!” She didn’t expect him to be her partner.

“Good evening, love! You look-“.

“Different?”.

“I was gonna say beautiful”.

“Well, thank you. You look handsome. I didn’t know you could dance that good”.

“Well, I had a thousand years of experience”.

“Right. This is great! Whenever I need a dance partner, I’ll give you a ring” she joked.

“Not so fast...Hope, you should stay away from Kol” he warned.

“Why?”.

“He’s dangerous”.

“So are you. But I’m still alive. Don’t worry, I’ll be just fine. There’s something I need to talk to you about”.

“Then talk”.

She stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear “Your mother requested to see Elena, alone. I thought you should know”.

“How did you know?”.

“It was written on the back of the invitation”.

—-

“I see you’ve been rejected” Astraea teased.

“Have you come to laugh at me?” Klaus asked.

“On the contrary. I actually got out to get some fresh air and overheard your conversation with Caroline. Sorry that your horse was murdered, by your father”.

“It’s not a big deal. So, you like horses?”.

“Yeah. As you said, they’re loyal, unlike people”.

—-

“Elijah! What are you doing here?” Astraea was surprised to see him in the Salvatore's house.

“I could ask you the same thing”.

“I was looking for your brother, but no one was home, so I came to see if Rebekah’s here, since she was here in the morning”.

“Rebekah is a little busy at the moment”.

“Do you know where she is?”.

“With Elena”.

“Since when does she like hanging out with her? I thought she wanted to kill her”.

“She does. She’s holding her hostage”.

“What? For what reason?”.

“My mother plans to kill us all-”.

“So that’s why she wanted to see Elena alone yesterday” Astraea concluded.

“You knew about this?” Elijah asked.

“She said that it was nothing and that she only wanted to apologize, but I could sense she’s lying now I know for sure. Does Klaus know?”.

“Not yet”.

“I’m on my way out. I’ll tell him if I see him. He’s not answering his phone”.

Astraea entered the grill and saw Alaric there and sensed something was about to happen.

“Ric! What is going on?” Astraea asked.

“Nothing. Why would you think that?” He lied.

“Cut the crap, Ric. I know that Rebekah has Elena and that Esther is gonna kill her family tonight, so what are you planning now?”.

“Alright. They’re all linked. So, I’m going to dagger Kol and allow Elena to escape, then Esther could still kill them all” Ric explained.

“I see. I’m gonna get a drink”.

“Evening, darling!” Kol greeted at the bar.

“A glass of water, please! Kol, hey!”.

“You come to a bar to order water? Who does that?”.

“Apparently me. I need to be sober for this. Have you seen Klaus?”.

“Why do you keep asking about him as if he’s a lost little boy?”.

“I have to tell him something”.

“You can tell me, I’ll make sure he gets your message”.

“Your mother is planning on killing you. Now can you please tell me where he is?”.

“What?”.

“You’re all linked. Finn is with her right now, but I have no idea where. I have to talk to Klaus to see if he has any idea”.

“He went after the blonde girl from yesterday. Caroline, I believe that was her name”.

“Ugh, finally, I thought you were never gonna tell me! Thanks!” Astraea rushed outside to look for Klaus.

“Klaus! Klaus!”.

He felt pain in his chest and stood up.

Caroline was apparently distracting him “what is it?”.

“What did you do?” Klaus questioned.

“Nothing!”.

“What did you do?” This time he was angry and grabbed her.

“I didn’t do anything. Stop it!”.

“Kol” he realized it had something to do with him.

“Klaus! Here you are! I’ve been searching for you. That majestic device in your pocket is called a phone, you answer it when it rings or vibrates” Astraea said.

“I don’t have the time, Hope” Klaus kept walking.

“You’re such an arsehole. I came to warn you. I know what your mother is planning to do. She linked all of you and plans to kill you tonight. Finn volunteered. Oh and Rebekah has Elena, so Ric is gonna dagger your brother to allow Elena to escape from your sister. I thought you should know that. No need to thank me”.

Klaus hurried to find Kol and undaggered him and he was about to kill Damon.

“Stop!” Astraea tried to catch her breath after running after him.

“We still need him. If you don’t tell me where they are, Rebekah’s gonna kill Elena right now” Elijah threatened.

“They’re coming, Mother” Finn informed Esther and she told Bonnie and her mother to hide in the building.

Elijah, Klaus and Kol have finally arrived.

“My sons, come forward”.

“Stay beside me”.

“It’s okay. They can’t enter” she and Finn were in a salt circle, with a pentagram drawn inside it and on each pointy end, there was a torch.

“That’s lovely. We’re stuck out here, while the favorite son plays sacrificial lamb. How pathetic you are, Finn” Kol mocked.

“Be quiet Kol. Your brother knows virtue you cannot even imagine” Esther said.

“Whatever you think of us, killing your own children would he an atrocity” Elijah expressed.

“My only regret is that I did not let you die a thousand years ago” Esther admitted.

“Enough. All this talk is boring me. End this now, Mother, or I’ll send you back to hell” Klaus threatened.

“For a thousand years I’ve been forced to watch you. I felt pain of every victim, suffered while you shed blood. Even you, Elijah, with your claim to nobility, you’re no better. All if you, you’re a curse on this earth, stretched out over generations. If you’ve come to plead for your life, I’m sorry, you’ve wasted your time” Esther informed them.

“You talk too much” Astraea came from behind her and stabbed her through the back, but it only made Esther get angrier. She used her magic to put Astraea on her knees and made her eyes, ears and nose bleed “Ah, Klaus’ little toy. This will teach you both a lesson. It’s gonna hurt”.

“Stop it, Mother!” Klaus screamed.

Just as she was about to finish her off, the fire increased and she had no power. Finn grabbed her and ran away, while Klaus rushed to Astraea’s side.

“Here, drink this” he bit into his wrist.

“No! Take me to a hospital” she refused.

“Come on, Hope! Don’t be so stubborn, take it” Klaus repeated.

“I said no. Please!” She insisted, before passing out. Klaus carried her as quickly as he could to the nearest hospital.

When she woke up, she was in a hospital bed, and a peripheral cannula was inserted into her vein. She saw Klaus looking out the window and looked worried.

“What happened?” She asked.

“Esther tried to kill you and she nearly succeeded”.

“I know. I meant why couldn’t she?”.

“Damon turned your friend Bonnie’s mom into a vampire. He did it right on time, a minute later you would’ve been dead. How could you be so reckless?” Klaus informed her.

“I was doing this for you”.

“And you almost died. Don’t ever try to do something so stupid again, understood?”.

“You mean I shouldn’t try to save your life in the future? Well, sorry, but no can do. I can’t just stand and watch my friends die, when I know there’s something I could do about it”.

“In the world of the supernatural, there’s nothing you can do about anything. You’re just a delicate human, who’d die from anything”.

“Yeah, there’s no need to remind me of that” she was already in pain and now it only got worse.

“Are you alright?” He noticed the way she was trying to hide it.

“I will be. I need to be alone” he was making her feel worse and that’s the last thing she needed.

“Fine, but don’t think this conversation is over. We’ll resume it after you’re feeling better. Good night, Hope”.

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GOBLINS, ORCS, AND OTHER “UGLY” FANTASY RACES

This has been at the back of my mind for a while. Disclaimer: This is my own personal opinion. No one is obligated to agree, and I actually would like to invite anyone who disagrees to reach out if there’s a point I misunderstood or missed outright. I can debate like no tomorrow but if a good case is presented to me I’m totally willing to accept the better argument.

Anyway, I’ve seen a lot of fans (especially in Critical Role fandom) pushing for ugly goblins. Like the title says, often the rules get applied to other “evil” races too, such as orcs. I think there might be two motives behind this, one being that people are trying to deny any existence or validity to beauty standards in real life by actively going in the opposite direction. This approach is reactionary as opposed to being motivated by inspiration. The other reason, I think, is because a lot of the people advocating “ugly goblins” or “ugly orcs” or any “ugly” fantasy group recognize that those races historically have been shown to be ugly and they want to maintain that visual even if those races have more sympathetic characters. It’s a way of not defining goodness by beauty. This is a valid point, but I personally think it misses the bigger picture that defining a stereotyped “evil” race specifically by human ugliness standards is kind of sketchy and unneeded to begin with.

In my experience, I also do not think any of the advocates of ugly fantasy races are embracing the tone or aesthetics of horror. Horror would differ from simply trying to make those races ugly because there’s room for horror to be evoked by those races being predatory, with our negative reaction coming from those visual cues. The reason I think people are not taking this approach is because frankly, often when sympathetic characters from “ugly fantasy races” are shown now it is in carefully defanged forms of ugliness. Soft edges, pastel hues, big eyes, exaggerated emoting. There is no contrast happening between a sincerely horrifying or frightening appearance and a kind personality. I think this is partly because people are afraid of the concept that anyone or anything can look horrific, or that a horrific appearance exists. Nevermind that the personality being a contradiction of that aesthetic would have a more powerful point and create more dramatic tension for the character. Also nevermind these are not real creatures.

Horror is not the only route though, and of course there is nothing wrong with pastels. But we should be thinking about how and why we get there.

IMO there is worth in aesthetics. Beauty standards are real, and so are ugly standards. Both vary depending on what culture they exist in, and to me the way beauty and ugly concepts shift between societies is fascinating. There is actual, structured reasoning behind these things. Environment has a TON to do with it. Among other stuff, beauty standards develop out of rare and sometimes even inconvenient features because inconvenience denotes luxury for the person who can afford such inconvenience without consequences. It’s part of why long, flowy fabrics, heels, and dresses get fashionable in western femininity. It’s why foot-binding was done in China even when people were trying desperately to end the practice. It’s why French men historically would wear finery and delicate white hose and crazy-ass wigs and makeup. You think those guys were going to run out and work a farm, looking like that?

I could go on about how the point of beauty standards is not to fit them perfectly, but to use them in order to evoke a specific tone successfully across a broad range of body types and people. But that would be a tangent from hell.

On goblins and orcs, I think it’s a mistake to design those races in a way that is reactionary, defining them by human concepts of ugliness. I don’t think these races should be depending on what humans think at all. Orcs as commonly described are known to have tusks and coarse hair, bigger bones, taller bodies, broad faces with frequently upturned noses. They should have their own standards of beauty and ugliness according to what what is rare and inconvenient for them.

Personally, I’m a big fan of orcs doing shit with tusk carving. Stuff like that would prob hurt like hell and leave the tusks far more fragile, which is risky if you are on the front lines. But say you’re a medic, or a magic-user, or any orc that perhaps shouldn’t be on the front lines. You get an intricately detailed aesthetic that proves you don’t need to worry about your tusks breaking. You can also have stuff like smaller, comparatively lighter frames being prized because if an orc is more delicate and still manages to be a fantastic fighter, that orc has to be a true badass. Long, well-kept hair is a potential risk in battle, and if it’s being formed into intricate styles the idea that it’s going to stay in place for that is ridiculous. But it shows the orc who has exciting hair does not have to worry about that being damaged. It’s already canon that scarring is a big part of orcish culture too, so ritual scarring (which could carry risk of blood loss and creates patches of skin that feel nothing) probably is a big part of things too. There’s a big difference between ritual and battle scars though, and DEFINITELY a big difference from scars obtained as a slave or victim of violence. So on, so forth.

With goblins, big ears probably developed to help them keep track of predators and prey both. They have sharp teeth and claws and from what I can tell often bigger eyes. These things developed specifically to help in both attack and defense. Goblins are also small, and they need to be fast and stealthy to avoid being endangered in battle. So out of all this, probably goblin beauty standards born from inconvenience would involve decorated nails, less prominent teeth, smaller ears, possibly more light-sensitive eyes. Red or pink irises like those that occur in albinism can also cause issues with vision such as needing glasses, so a red or pink eyed goblin doesn’t need to see as well as a goblin who’s constantly in danger. For goblins of high status that are considered especially beautiful, they probably wear jewelry that clinks and clatters like little bells or something and they probably have some kind of footwear or clothing that would slow them down in a fight.

Note, inconvenience is very different from medical hazard. People in general have something in our hind brains (so to speak) that recoils instinctively from illness because it could get us killed. It’s part of why people reacted so badly to lepers and part of why we get upset by zombies today. Not all ugly standards are defined by whether we read a body as “sick” on some level (like I said, predatory can count too) but I suspect that has a lot to do with it.

For both orcs and goblins, the ones seen on the front lines in the thick of battle can’t necessarily afford the extra time and inconvenience of trying to maintain beauty. But those orcs and goblins shouldn’t define their entire race, and frankly if some of those individuals were seen outside battle context they might take pains to try and get closer to their own respective beauty standards too.

There are a lot of ways this stuff can be interpreted, but I guess my main point is I don’t think we should be actively trying to make goblins, or orcs, or any fantasy race “ugly”. IMO they should be weird and kind of alien, but in a way that makes sense. Super subjective of course.

Again, feel free to let me know if you disagree or if I missed something! The goal here is not to put anyone down for their approach or interpretation. If anything, I really hope this encourages people to play with ideas and see what they can come up with! There’s so much cool possibility to be inspired by!

#dnd #critical role #d&d #goblins #dungeons and dragons #tagging because I seriously think this might be fun for folks #not intended as any kind of attack #my schtick is analyzing shit for a good time lol

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