#delphie joy

[squidthesquidd]

hey gays.. so uh… what if i made a melli descendant depot agent oc with a mysterious backstory?

uh.. hmmmn.. 👉👈 Delphie beloved uhdbdbbshsbgsgdgfgfgfgbfbghfh

[slythereen]

max verstappen is the ultimate lecfosi because he’s willing to both go to war against charles (on track) and go to war for charles (off track) & that’s exactly the duality i like to see

[daughterofyourdarklord]

Delphini gets given a diary by her uncle Lucius right before she leaves on the train to Hogwarts with the simple but profound statement 'it was your fathers'.

On the back in gold block capital lettering is the name 'TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE'.

What happens next... ?

The pages are blank. Delphini may be young but she’s no fool. There is a wonderful magic that radiates from this empty book, its gilt page ends shimmering even in the darkness of Hogwart's dungeons. Delphini sleeps with it just beside her bed, she stares at it long into the night wondering when it might be safe to explore. 

Tom Marvolo Riddle. It sounds so wrong - plain. It couldn’t (shouldn’t) belong to her father. Still, her fingers trace the engraving constantly, a sense of familiarity comes every time she touches the leather. The pages are still blank. 

Dumbledore seems to have a set of eyes just for Delphini. She can feel his gaze tearing into her in the Great Hall - even when he’s not looking. Their magic is all over her, she knows that much, the traces of it obvious - dark. Dumbledore couldn’t possibly recognize that… could he? She suspects the Headmaster has a hunch, if there was any sort of proper evidence to go off of Delphini very much doubts she’d have been allowed past the castle gates. 

The pages are blank - until they are not. It is a dreary October afternoon when she finally allows herself to bring a Quill to the paper. She dates the corner, watching as the ink seeps into the paper. She waits. Nothing. 

‘Delphini Cassiopeia Black’. She writes it in large bold letters right in the center of the page. This quickly fades too and she feels a sense of frustration budding inside her. That’s it? It takes a moment before - ‘Is that so?’ - something writes back, the handwriting perfect. Delphini’s heart is in her throat. ‘For as long as I have been alive.’ She answers, sharing her birth date with the pages for good measure. ‘Not just a Black.’ It tells her. 

‘What is this magic?’ It’s a few days before she can muster up the courage to ask. She’s figured her father must’ve charmed the pages something fierce when he was young. That whatever is responding back to her is just the subset of a protection spell. Or that perhaps her magic is merely resonating with the bit of his that was left behind? Perhaps he even spelled the notebook in jest? To deter anyone who dare try to decipher the pages? Still, it feels much too powerful for the magic to simply be residual... ‘Not what - who.’ 

‘You are my father.’ She asks and tells it. There is memory to this magic, like a person - a soul. ‘How did you come to possess this diary, Delphini?’ 

‘So, you are still alive?’ They’ve been telling her as much but it has gotten harder and harder to believe as the years went on. ‘What can I do - how can I bring you back home?’ 

It takes time, but eventually she learns that He is somewhere in Albania and that, yes, He is very much alive. It’s after Hols that he instructs her down to the chamber. Delphini offers herself to him quickly, already so loyal, so ready to serve, so eager for His praise.

She meets the basilisk who quickly bends to the will of the heiress. It is almost strange, she spent her whole life only ever acknowledging herself as a Black, being the last in a long line of Salazar Slytherin's descendants certainly has its perks. The basilisk reminds her of herself - lonely, hiding.

Over summer they agree to keep the snake confined to the chamber - for now. Such sudden deaths would very quickly get Dumbledore's unwanted attention and Delphini has already explained to her father her concerns regarding the Headmaster. Turns out he very much shares in the sentiment.

Whatever piece of her father that lives within the pages refuses to take her life-source. ‘Find us someone we can manipulate, bring them here.’ It’s her first mission. 

It takes time, finding the perfect victim. Luckily, Delphini is well practiced in patience.

She terrorizes Neville Longbottom because she can. And why shouldn’t she? He makes it too easy and that look on his face is too hilarious. Still, witches and wizards would notice if he were to somehow turn up missing. She needs a mudblood, or perhaps someone even less relevant? It would be so much easier if her insipid half-blood cousin were still traipsing around the school. 

Delphini spends several nights a week in the chamber practicing magic at her father’s written instruction. It’s on her walking back one evening, when she is forced to duck into a nearby classroom to escape a Prefect, that she finds it. The classroom is quiet and Delphini even quieter, she turns readying her exit before startling immediately. It takes her a second to realize it’s her own reflection that frightened her, only.. It’s not just her. Delphini is mesmerized, she recognizes them instantly. Her father looks proud, her mother looks loving, they are exactly as she remembers them and strangers at the same time. 

She suggests they use Harry Potter. Two birds one stone, petty revenge and everything in-between. She hates the half-blood so much she can hardly even look at him but would revel in the chance to watch on as he chokes on his own blood. He deserves to suffer. 'The boy remains alive - for now.'

It takes time, and much more patience, but one day, her father sends the perfect victim straight to her. 

Professor Quirrell follows her down the wet and winding corridors, sputtering the whole way.

Finally. 

[delphi-dreamin]

When you make a thing for your friend, but they are asleep/not online, so you keep watching your messages to see if they've woken up/logged on yet...

[ourlordapollo]

Once I finally get a Sitting Cuties plush, I am afraid I am going to have to get a tiny bag so I can carry it around like a purse dog

[bronywnsworld]

Apollo knew May Castellan wasn’t Arsinoë.

It wasn’t just because while eerily similar to the long faded goddess she looked completely different. Her hair was wavy, and erred more towards a dirty blond in comparison to Arsinoë’s golden, sometimes red like the flame she often carried, curly locks. May’s eyes more blue than the sea grey of the goddess of family. Her nose was wrong too.

But that wasn’t the reason he knew she wasn’t Arsinoë, even if he did question Hermes and the way he remembered the goddess he claimed to love deeply. No, Arsinoë had once told him, in that time between when Perseleia left them before the elder twin joined her, that they were a set. If either was to ever return it would only be together. She turned to him, placed a hand on the weaved thread around his wrist knowingly and told him he’d see Perseleia again. Though, she looked both pained and frustrated as she said this, he wouldn’t recognize his wife or her sister.

Her eyes had turned turbulent like the sea often did when it was in a storm.

Arsionë had always been quiet about the fact she, like her twin, had inherited at least some of their father’s former domain of prophecy. He thought it might be because it made her more cynical. Artemis had told him once in a hushed voice that her foresight had led Arsinoë distancing herself from both sets of her family, claiming she’d seen herself being hurt by both in ways she didn’t want to verbalize.

Apollo was glad Arsinoë had someone to relay such things too, Artemis estatic it was her even if his sister didn’t quite know why she took such joy in being Arsinoë’s closest confidant after only Perseleia. He hadn’t wanted to ruin the surprise, had wanted Artemis to realize herself she had been holding an ever growing torch for the blonde goddess of the sea and mind. If he hadn’t wanted known his sister would only put her feelings together after Arsinoë’s fading he would have told her. Alas, hindsight is 20/20.

As it stood, looking at May Castellan, he know this wasn’t the goddess of family. Perhaps it was his retribution against Hermes for twisting the memory of Arsinoë, and subsequently his wife Perseleia, that he allowed May Castellan to attempt and take on the spirit of Delphi. Neither would have approved or appreciated it, but they weren’t here to stop him.

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Was just thinking about this. About how Arsinoë might mention to Apollo that he would see his wife again but not recognize her. If she told him they were, as they’d always been, a package deal.

[ahllohehn]

🔱 THE GODS HAVE CHOSEN THEIR HERO! 🔱

>> about au >> au tag >> discord

By the power vested upon me (lol), I am now announcing the official winner of the Hermits and The Olympians Fanfiction Contest :] !

Once again, to remind everyone, the winner was chosen through amount of kudos/votes/likes and can choose from either prizes; a comic based on their submitted work or requested rendered art.

All submissions have been acknowledged to be amayzin' so I encourage everyone to read everyone's works nonetheless if they won or not :)

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FIRST PLACE 👑 OFFICIAL WINNER (42 kudos)

I will protect you (at least I'll try) by @star-cluster-nyx & @tallassredwood

Officially congratulations to our winners for the contest! Your fanfic has genuinely been a heartwarming experience. Grian and Pearl had nothing but each other, but sibling relationships aren't always that pretty. You showed that relationship dynamic really well in a very fun style and pacing.

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SECOND PLACE 👑 RUNNER UP (32 kudos)

like roots, burrowing by @unreliable-bean

Our first submission and one of the works that won over our Mumscarian hearts </3 (after wrangling it around with angst for a few scenes /j). A mix of Minecraft mechanics and PJO mechanics is always fun! You fused them really well with such a nice pacing. The use of Scar's abnormal origins was a good touch to provide solutions to the conflict. Exciting writing as always :D

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THIRD PLACE 👑 RUNNER UP (17 kudos)

I’ll always be there (sparkling and shining) by Munchkin1156

Always a joy to see Grian-centric fics, thank you for submitting this! With the addition of the watchers to an unseemingly normal PJO AU, you've written the journey of Grian under their influence really well! A shame that the image still won't load on the link, but I would also like to say that your friend's art was amayzin'! An amazing drawing paired with an amazing work :]

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ALL MY (as well as the secret judges') FAVORITES :>

The Saint of Apollo by Nerdking14 Thank you for participating, genuinely. I know you've been writing about this even since before the fanfiction contest was announced and I truly commend you for putting your time, effort, and wonderful writing for our darling Empires campers. The way you adapted the previous small drabbles and headcanons to your story was exciting and I was happy those were done justice. You did justice to Camp Empires and I'm sure the gods would commend you for that too.

Oracle of Delphi by ethotek Mod [Hyunjin Yoon] expressed personal favorite to our dearest oracle. Extremely in love with how you adapted Gem's little complicated background into your writing. Lovely work that captured Gem's confusion and inner doubts really well :) This would've been a joy to delve deeper into through a comic, but let's return to it another time!

You were able to settle Gem into her home! But is she truly there?

It had always been just a game by Linny Heartwrenching, but captures well the realistic losses demigods would inevitably go through in a mythological world as teenagers. Gruesome, but filled with love for your ships' dynamics. Very good work :]

Again, thank you everyone who participated and even supported/read everyone's works. Although it pains me that I cannot give anything to everyone to show my gratitude, I simply wish you continue to enjoy your time here even if I cannot be much!

From the depths of the Underworld, to the vastness of the Seas, to the freedom of the Skies── Thank you very much for checking out Hermits and The Olympians! GGs to all participants!

[slythereen]

and when red bull escalates the rbr-ferrari sticker war by sending max after charles with a sticker what then. what then

[beatingdrumspouringwine]

At night, the frogs croak loud enough to drive Dionysos mad twice-over.

The wind blows with the breath of Zephyrus, and Notos' cold breath no longer stings bare skin. Even the winds that are cold seem to come from a warmer source.

Apollo has returned to Delphi, and prophecies float freely through the ruins.

The Dryads slowly open their bleary red eyes from their long rest. By the time they are fully open, they will be green. In the meantime, their evergreen sisters tell them stories of the winter.

Artemis restrings Her bow, and carefully places perfect arrows into Her quiver. For now, She only hunts what grows in the forest - fiddlehead ferns, ramps, and water from sweet-flowing springs. But when the animals fully awaken, when the young are grown, She will take again to Her hunting grounds.

Athena receives Her yearly influx of frantic prayers from students as they embark on their end-of-the-year projects, be they theses or finals.

Hermes stands guard over muddy roads, stopping fools from going where their cars cannot.

Zeus sends down rain that is warm, that people can stand and dance in. This rain gives life, and never freezes. Below, blessed Hera laughs and picks the new flowers, and gently ushers Her peacock’s new chicks beneath Her skirt when the rain is too hard.

Below the Earth, Hades passes letters to Iris, each one carefully addressed to His beloved Wife, and Iris joyfully takes the letters in Her careful hands and springs up from the Underworld, leaving colorful arcs in the sky as She runs.

And, of course, Persephone returns to open-armed Demeter, whose joy echoes through the world along with that of Her Daughter's. How beautiful and blessed are the joys of the Gods!

[deadcrowmagic]

A prayer/poem for Dionysus as someone in a heavily Christian society during Easter

all those around me sing with joy

and i smile

but not because of some risen lord

i smile at the thrice-born god

whose silhouette strikes fear into those who reject him

whose gifts have been enjoyed by all generations

i smile at the liberator

who sets me free

by guiding me to myself

i smile at she who inspires me to know myself

as their brother told his worshippers at Delphi

I revel in his spirit

I will partake in parties and exultation

in the name of Dionysos, i will

may I remember their gifts forever

[bawbawbridgie]

HPCC year 8 performance notes:

october 20th!

hello! it was a joy watching the new yr 8 cast and im soooo excited to see where they go from here!! some of my notes are very similar to my previous performance notes but i hope you all still enjoy!

Part 1, Act 1:

- ellis!albus waving at eve!rose, eve not seeing (or maybe ignoring) him and instead talking to matty!james

- jaden!craig is so bouncy and energetic LOVE HIM ALREADY

- a big belly laugh from ellis after the ‘son of dark lord’ joke from harry!scorpius

- SCOTTISH YANN LETS GOOOO

- ellis again looking at harry while being sorted

- all students going very quiet and starring at ellis trying to lift up the broom

- harry back at it again with a thumbs up at eve when getting quidditch team

- jaden not participating in the bullying and just looking so concerned for ellis and harry

- david!harry getting frustrated that he calls albus al

- ellis getting right into david’s face with a lot of emotion on ‘friend to find’

- ellis reaching out to harry before running off after the astoria conversation

- layla!lily jr and matty do a cute little handshake once she gets sorted

- eve trying to get tasha!polly to stop bullying albus after wand dance by pulling her away from him

- jade!hermione being shocked about the mess left in the office

- julia!delphi shaking ellis’ hand for soooo long

- julia pretending to stab herself with her wand when she has to go to amos

- ellis laughing/mocking david after ‘i’m not going to be made responsible for your own unhappiness’

- YOUNG HARRY IS SO SMALL I CANNOT

- claire!ginny mimicking david on the line ‘harry Potter front 🤓🤓’

- eve not looking at or acknowledging harry until she goes ‘BREAD???’

- eve being really genuine with ellis about always being there for him

- ellis and harry falling into each other when the train starts

- julia/delphi seems to be almost trying to convince/gaslight amos into believing what she is saying about ‘wanting someone inside hogwarts’

- tom as ellis as ron going up to david and quickly comparing heights I DIED WHEN HE DID THAT

- david walking off after and doing the mind blowing hand action and noise

- tom rolling his robe into a baby and holding it then throwing it on desk on ‘how could i give him back’

- i have already noticed how much closer and more casually ellis and harry are standing together now EEE!!!

[inspofromancientworld]

Flowers of Mythology - Hyacinth

Hyacinth is a spring blooming perennial in the asparagus family. It is native to the Eastern Mediterranean, particularly south of modern day Turkey through the historic Palestine region. It has flower clusters known as racemes that are along a stalk and range in color from mid-blue through to purple. Cultivars have been developed that come in red, blue, white, orange, pink, violet, and yellow as well as to have a stronger and pleasing scent.

Hyacinth was a deified hero who had a cult center at Amyclae, 20 stadia south of Sparta. He was the son of Clio, the muse of history, and Pierus, a human, or maybe King Oebalus of Sparta, or maybe King Amyclus of Sparta with Diomede, a descendant of Lapithes, the brother of Centaurus, son of Apollo, depending on the myth. He had several full and half siblings.

By Museum of Fine Arts, Boston - Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=80382098

Regardless his parents, he was a Spartan prince who was considered remarkably beautiful. He attracted admirers such as Apollo, Zephyrus, Boreas, gods of the sun, west wind, and north wind respectively. He also attracted the attentions of the mortal man Thamyris. Of all his admirers, Hyacinth chose Apollo as his lover.

By © Marie-Lan Nguyen / Wikimedia Commons, CC BY 2.5, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=26640484

Apollo was so drawn to Hyacinth that he even abandoned the Temple of Delphi so that he could show Hyacinth all his lands and enjoy his company by the river Eurotas. Among other things, Apollo taught Hyacinth how to use the bow as well as the discus. In one of their games, while taking turns, Hyacinth was follow after a discus Apollo threw when the discus hit the ground and bounced back, hitting his head, possibly blow back by Zephyrus.

By Didier Descouens - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=79986073

Apollo tried to help Hyacinth, his face turning pale as he tried various herbs, even ambrosia, to heal him, but the Fates had been involved in Hyacinth's injury as well. Apollo wept and begged to become mortal so he could joy Hyacinth in death, but being immortal, he can only mourn Hyacinth. He swears to remember Hyacinth for the rest of his life though his songs. He also creates a flower from Hyacinth's spilled blood, inscribing on them 'AI AI' (alas). Eventually, Hyacinth is resurrected and made immortal by Apollo.

By Alexander Ivanov - 1. artlib.ru2. Own work, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=3656412

Hyacinth was a deity of one of the principle festivals of Sparta, the Hyacinthia. In early summer, they would have a three day festival, the first day in mourning and fasting for Hyacinth's death, and two days celebrating his rebirth. The second day of the celebration included choirs of boys and girls racing chariots. The women would also present Apollo a chiton they'd woven throughout the year. The third day is recorded as a 'merry midnight festival'. This was so important, especially to the people of Amaclae, they would return home for the festival, even if they were facing an enemy at the time.

Most scholars believe that Hyacinth was a pre-existing nature god, perhaps a chthonic vegetation deity, that was merged with Apollo. Some clues to this early origin are the resurrection to godhood, indicating that Hyacinth represents decay and renewal, and the -nth ending of his name.

[shrimpalbuspotter]

Um this is so stupid but I wanted to write more on my cc darkworld au and somehow instead ended up writing a weirdly worded one-shot??? It's worded that way because it honestly wasn't meant to be a story I was just writing in my usual format but then I got carried away... its also very awkward because i was tired for most of it and idk how to write storys. So yeah. Here is Scorpius and Albus first official meeting and playdate.

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Scorpius never liked confrontation. Even in this timeline, where he is conniving and cruel, he avoided doing anything to make his peers angry with him. Now, with mudbloods and traitors, it was different. They didn't count, and he actually took some amount of joy in seeing them all squeamish and angry.

This, however, prompted him to shy away from making "friends". He had a few people he was close with, Polly Chapman and those idiots who follow her around come to mind, but most people just respected him. Admired him. And he was content with that arrangement, he didn't need friends, only followers loyal enough to do what he asks. Even the people he was close to, he would only call acquaintances.

But there was something different about that boy. The one with the bird mask who, although not even seeming to attend Hogwarts, he always sees walking down the hallway to Headmistress Umbridges office, his elegant feather coat dragging behind him. Scorpius didn't even know his name. Just this one thing;

He was worryingly close to The Augurey.

See, Scorpius had a beneficial companionship with his cousin. They looked dashing together, a perfect image of Voldemorts legacy, of what Death Eaters are supposed to be. Just their meer presence in a room together has people grovelling in submission and cowering away.

And ever since he was little, he remembered her having that boy with her. At first he didn't care about it too much, he didn't waste his time thinking about people's mudblood pets. But as time went on, and the boy grew alongside him, and his playdates with Delphi became purely professional, he couldn't help getting curious. He was the most well taken care of pet he'd ever seen, wearing the most beautiful garments and being extremely well kempt. Scorpius had no clue why Lord Voldemort would let Delphis obsession with that thing get so far she'd waste so many Galleons on it.

He had only ever questioned her on the matter of her pet once, and after her answer of "keeping your little head out of things that don't concern you", he backed off completely, left to just wonder.

On the occasion Scorpius did hear her call for the boy, she referred to him as "Munin", but Scorpius was sure that wasn't his true name, just an alias Delphi had given him. She did love nicknames, after all.

Back onto the matter at hand, Scorpius had reached a point where he simply had to atleast talk with the boy, and get more than just nods and shrugs as an answer. But how? Scorpius knew well enough than to not interrupt Delphis pet while he is on his dutys through Hogwarts, but that was the only time he would ever see him. Other than that he stayed up in the Dark Lords manor, or glued to Delphis side.

It seemed, however, his cousin had sent him a blessing. As one particularly hot day in the summer had him answering the door to the boy himself, unmasked and in dark blue and black garments, different than the ones he'd usually wear.

"Erm, hello." Munin had said, but Scorpius didn't respond. He actually spoke! By god, he was almost certain the boy was mute!

After a moment of Scorpius staring at him, mouth slightly open and feeling awkward in his pajama shorts and opened button up stripy green shirt, Munin spoke up again.

"Well then... I was sent here by Delphi- I mean The Augurey- I mean... Uhhr, yes. I was sent here. To come in, I think, and have a nip of tea?" The way he spoke was odd, switching between mumbled and normal, with that slight twinge of an accent he must've picked up from being around Bellatrix and all the other purebloods who pass through the Dark Lords manor.

Scorpius still didn't respond, trying to figure out just what was happening. The boy he hadn't been able to stop thinking about in months suddenly shows up at his door, unmasked (with a face Scorpius didn't expect. Very sallow, rather handsome, with murky green eyes and dark freckles that made him look youthful), and asking to pop in for a cup of tea!.

In his confusion, he hadn't even realised he stuttered out a quiet "Yes... ofcourse-", causing the boy to slide passed him and into Malfoy Manor. Scorpius quickly turns around to follow him as he makes his way to the sitting room, seeming to know exactly where to go despite not being in the Manor since he was 8. (Or well, from what Scorpius knows. There have been many meetings hosted there he was begrudgingly not welcomed to sit in on)

When they finally reach the room, the boy sits down on the chair to the far left, brushes back his hair, and begins twiddling his thumbs.

"Well then?" He broke the silence, finally breaking Scorpius out of his trance.

"Excuse me?" Scorpius replies, rather taken aback from his tone but being too confused to respond properly.

"Tea?"

Scorpius gasps quietly before nodding his head in haste, remembering his manners. "Right- right. Barmy!" Scorpius shouted, clapping his hands together and looking at the entrance of the room. Suddenly, an elf appeared infront of them, wobbling slightly as she holds a tray with cups, a teapot, and a plate of assorted biscuits that altogether make up most of her weight.

"Sorry, Master Scorpius, Barmy didn't hear you enter with guest. Barmy has now brought biscuits and tea, Master Scorpius." She spoke out, her two big ears being the only thing Munin is able to see of her from behind the tray, causing him to let out a short giggle in amusement.

Scorpius, who would've usually reprimanded the bloody elf, simply waved her off after she sits the tray on the table, pinching the bridge of his nose in silent stress. He then makes his way over to the chair on the opposite side of the boy, crossing his legs and reaching out to grab a cup.

Another awkward silence fills the air, the only thing audible being the sound of Munin blowing his tea.

"Well then," Scorpius finally speaks now that he has collected himself, "you said that Delphini sent you here? How come."

Albus didn't answer until after he took an obnoxiously loud gulp of tea, and scrawned down a biscuit alongside it. "I'm not very sure myself. Right now I'm going with the theory that she's throwing me a suprise party. Gives me something to look forward to."

Scorpius spits out some of his tea at that, snorting quietly. He doesn't even apologise for his rudeness, just grabs a napkin and begins dabbing his face and trousers. "i don't believe that's it, I'm afraid. Although the idea of my cousin blowing up rainbow balloons does make for a great image."

Munin smiles at that, and Scorpius is utterly fascinated. It's a purely true smile, no malice or snark in it. He hadn't seen a smile like that since his mother was alive. Not even his own father smiled at him like that, not anymore atleast.

"Yeah, yeah It does. Maybe she'd hire a clown for me, too. Do you think Polly Chapman would be up for the job?"

"You know Chapman?" Scorpius ponders exactly how the boy would, as he's sure she would've told him by now of their meeting. (He wasn't exactly quiet about his fascination with the boy, asking everyone if they knew anything about him.) And apparently he felt some amount of annoyance from her.

The boy shrugs, his smile now turning into the type Scorpius is used to, a matching glint of something in his eye. "Mm, so and so. I've had a few encounters with her and her posse. Not the brightest few."

Scorpius gives a slight nod at that before looking down at his cup, the silence from before slowly creeping back. Scorpius, in fear that if it goes quiet once more they won't be able to salvage this, just speaks the first question on his mind.

"What's your name?"

The boy finallys looks up at him, and Scorpius counts 4 moles scattered around his face, almost making a constellation amongst the lighter freckles.

After a moment of what seems to be hesitation, he responds, "Munin."

Not being the answer Scorpius was looking for, he pushes further. "Not that silly title- Your real name."

It seems the boy doesn't want to answer, going back to twiddling his thumbs and rubbing his hands together. Scorpius is honestly beginning to edge into annoyed, not understanding the reluctance to answer such an easy question.

"Ehrr, well, see... The Augurey doesn't like me using my name. She says it's- Disrespectful."

"A name? Disrespectful? I hardly believe that. Just tell me, it's not like Delphini is here to hear you. I certainly won't snitch."

The pair look at eachother deeply after that, Scorpius subtly raising a brow almost to tell thr boy "go on, then".

He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath in and out, leaning forward to put his cup down onto the table then nodding.

He sits uo straight and rubs his hands once more before putting them in his lap and speaking.

"It's Albus. Albus Severus."

[in1-nutshell]

Human Buddy the senior liaison becoming friends with First Aid

SFW, platonic, familial, Human reader, implication of reader passing away of old age

MTMTE

Buddy is the human equivalent of Ratchet.

They are a Grumpy Liaison sent originally to keep Cybertronian and human relations good then later to watch Megatron.

They know that something is up all the time.

They call it “The-Kids-Are-doing-Something -Stupid- Radar.” Buddy has a habit of calling a lot of the bots “Children/ Kids.”

Distant explosion

“Thoughs kids… I swear they are going to be the death of me…”     --Buddy

Even though every single one of them is older than him by a good millions of years.

Buddy senior is never too far from Megatron. They take their job seriously. Almost acting as a third shadow, the second shadow is Ravage.

On the off chance that they aren’t watching Megatron they are usually in the Med Bay or at Swerve’s. They relate to Ratchet the best out of all the crew and are often seen together talking about the most random things.

Buddy and Ratchet staring at each other.

“What are they doing?”—Bot 1

“I don’t know. Maybe they hate each other?”—Bot 2

Meanwhile Ratchet and Buddy are having a conversation with their eyes/optics about how dumb everyone’s injuries are today.

The dynamic does change a bit as the new introduction to First Aid.

Especially when Ratchet goes off to get Drift. Buddy senior meets First Aid after the dilemma at Delphi. First Aid is very intrigued by the older human.

“So… you’re a human.”—First Aid

“Last time I checked. And you’re a nurse?”--Buddy

“Sort of. I mean now I’m the new Chief Medical Officer.”—First Aid

“You’re what now?”--Buddy

After Ratchet’s departure is when the both start bonding a bit more. It first began with medical similarities between Cybertonians and humans before moving on to different more lighthearted subjects such as the latest gossip around the ship or First Aid subscription on the Wrecker’s log.

“So Aid… what’s this about Springer?”--Buddy

“What do you mean?!”—First Aid

“Aid I’ve seen your notes.”--Buddy

“…please don’t tell anyone.”—First Aid

“Kid, my lips are sealed, just tell me more about this Wrecker.”        --Buddy

Over time First Aid feels more comfortable around Buddy. Buddy as much as they hate to admit it First Aid begins to look like a son to them than just a regular co worker. Has referred to First Aid as their son before, but First Aid doesn’t exactly know what the meaning of the expression is.

“Did you refuel today?”--Buddy

“I will in a couple of minutes.”—First Aid

“You said that nearly half an hour ago, go refuel son.”--Buddy

“…”

“…”

“What’s a ‘son’?” –First Aid

When Ratchet does come back with Drift, First Aid does ask him what it means. Ratchet lets out a chuckle and points out that Buddy sees First Aid as their sparkling.

First Aid is happy.

He called them his parent one time at Swerve’s.

That was the first time any of the Lost Lighters had seen their senior Liaison crumple down in happy tears. There is a lot of explanation on how much joy they feel after that.

First Aid after that is rarely seen without Buddy nearby.

After a good two years on the Lost Light Buddy calls for a meeting with their close friends and Captains as witnesses. They express that they know that their time now is coming close to an end even more being in space and they wanted to give each a copy of their will in case at any point they were to pass they wanted all their things straightening out.

There are plenty of tears shed, especially from First Aid upon realizing how short the human life span is especially at the point where Buddy is at.

“Please don’t talk about that… not now.”—First Aid

“It’ll be okay First Aid. Everything will be okay.”--Buddy

“Can we just talk about something else? Please?”—First Aid

“…Okay Aid. What do you want to talk about?”--Buddy

First Aid expresses his feelings about their mortality to Buddy later that night. After a bit of tears from both ends, they both promise to have the next few days to be the best together before the end comes.

First Aid did keep his promise till the very end.

[boymanmaletheshequel]

Crystals for Apollo

Hello tumblr witches, wizards, Druids, and magical beings! I’m starting a new series today entitled “crystals of the gods”. I am a geologist and have been collecting minerals and gems for over 15 years, and seeing as how intrinsically connected to divinity and magick crystals are, I thought I’d look into what crystals are representative of the many gods and goddesses across the worlds pantheons. For my first post, I want to try and represent a god that although I do not personally worship yet, I am in awe of: Apollo/Apollon. Let’s begin!

• Citrine

Citrine is a gemstone of wealth and positivity, and nobody meets that standard in my eyes like Apollo does! They are full of joy and character, and shine like a beacon of yellow light that citrine encompasses so well.

• Brucite

A bit of a lesser known, but gorgeous mineral, brucites Scalenohedral crystal habit reminds me of the radiance of the sun! And it’s unbeatable bright yellow color is emblematic of Apollo’s connection to the lemon like color it holds, which facilitates much joy and pride in oneself.

• Pyrite

A mineral of subtle, but positive arrogance, and a touch of pride, pyrite might be called fools gold, but it’s not foolish at all! It’s incredible natural geometry is full of the character that Apollo radiates, and it’s literal reflective properties are a perfect metaphor for how the god represents hubris, but also character and personality that makes him so unique and adored!

• Muscovite

This powerfully flashy gem, a variety of Mica, is emblematic of Apollo’s more sensitive side that is often portrayed so beautifully, and often encompassed in acts of homosexuality. Muscovite is soft, only a 2-2.5 on the MOHS scale, but that’s not a negative thing! it’s color, and it’s personality, is among the strongest gold there is!

• Scapolite

Sharp and shiny, scapolite is the perfect stone for a glossy, muscular god like Apollo. It’s yellow hues are bold and sharp, and represent his strength in battle.

• Heliodor

Named after the archetypal god of whom he is a cultural descendant of, Helios, heliodor is the definite stone of the sun, and an ancient symbol of Apollo. Beryl was prized as a luxury to the ancient Greeks and Phoenicians, and heliodor was quite rare, this is an extravagant gift that he will surely be in awe of!

• Sunstone

This should be a no-brainer, but sunstone, a species of plagioclase feldspar, is somehow even more sunny than heliodor. It’s iridescent flakes of color remind one of the divinity of the sun, and it’s epithet, Apollo. Every Apollo devotee should offer the god some sunstone if they can get their hands on it!

• Amber

Warm and joyous, amber is perfect for Apollo. It’s honey like appearance, and beautiful deep warmth evokes Apollos radiance and pride. It is ancient, like they themself, and is a perfect idol of a god of sun!

• Topaz

Orange or imperial topaz, mined in the deserts of Utah and northern Mexico under a constant sun, is the domain of Apollo! It’s juicy colors are bold and rich, and remind one of Apollo’s intense personality.

• Peridot

Beloved by Cleopatra, mistaken by her for emeralds, peridot is like the spicier, more masculine version of emerald culturally. Often found in metamorphic rock around historically active volcanic sites, it’s no wonder that Apollo is attributed to its hot and spicy nature.

• Pyromorphite

In Greek mythology, Apollo was the slayer of Python, a massive serpent whom he dispatched of in a show of strength in Delphi. Pyromorphite, with its hopper like crystal structure resembling that of snake skin, paired with its serpentine color, is a great symbol of this historic accomplishment of the great Apollo!

• Tremolite

Similarly to pyromorphite, tremolites electric green color brings serpentine energy to a shrine dedicated to Apollo, and its a rare stone that feels like a perfect symbol to his awesome strength and power!

Well, there’s a good place to start! What crystals do YOU associated with Apollo?

[peri-berrypawductions]

Can I hear about the swap au? That one really is interesting to me! I want to hear about Miriam and Bard!

OH MY GOD I WOKE UP AND YOU LITERALLY TOOK UP HALF MY NOTIFICATIONS JESUS CHRIST

but yes!!! Of course you can!!! Been meaning to talk about these goobers anyway!!!

Ok, so, basically.. Kiwi and Miriam are, well, swapped, in terms of personality! Been slowly figuring out how to do that for the others, but so far it hasn’t really been much of a success as for this swap au they weren’t just.. always like this- something happened to make them this way!

For Kiwi, They used to be just our normal silly little bard until they and their closest friend at the time (guess who) got stuck in a cave. They got through most of it together, however they got to a bit where someone needed to boost the other up so they could bring back a ladder or something for the other to climb out on. Kiwi let themself be the little ladder for their friend, and while they promised to come back…they never did. So, kiwi had to find a way out on their own, and, feeling heartbroken and betrayed, not being able to find their old friend ANYWHERE to ask WHY they did that.. they became jaded and bitter, growing grumpy and promising to themself they’d never let themself be hurt like that again, using their grumpy attitude to push others who dared to get close away.

As for Miriam: Originally being the grumpiest witch in Delphi (also.. kinda.. the only other one besides Saphy) Miriam soon found her life growing boring and meaningless. What was the point of doing anything if it was all bad in some way? Not to mention, being so grumpy didn’t exactly leave her with a lot of friends, or any at all.. she only had grandma Saphy (and because this is my au Emerald which is her cat says me). She was lonely. Eventually, she told Grandma Saphy.. a LITTLE of her issues. And what did she say? She told Miriam to try looking at things through rose tinted glasses and be kinder to the world, in which it’d be kinder to her. Well, she thought this was absolutely stupid at first.. but eventually, unintentionally while at the Delphi market, she did just that. A person dropped their bags of shopping and she helped them pick it back up. They smiled at her, told her thank you.. and that was when she realized maybe it wasn’t all that bad after all. She had the right idea.. however there was a small problem. She thought she couldn’t express her anger at all, as it would change people’s view on her and leave her being lonely again. So, while she embraced joy and her silly side more, she kept bottling up negative emotions, specifically anger, unaware of how unhealthy that is and that someday the bottle would break.

Throughout the entirety of wandersong they still keep the same roles, just the personalities are different! Some of the dialogue and story changes, too! Y’see kiwi didn’t willingly go on this adventure, they were.. pretty dead set on fixing the ghost problem and going home- but then Miriam was like “Hiii you’re coming with me :D�� and they kinda just rolled with it- Instead of it being Grandma Saphy to see something in kiwi and say they should travel together, it’s Miriam this time, as she sees her old self in the bards personality and wants to help them like grandma Saphy helped her! There’s also moments in the game where Miriam canonically had gotten angry in which she ALSO takes on, getting angry for a bit before stopping, thinking, and then being like “ahem!! Um.. sorry. Where are my manners?- I shouldn’t have yelled like that!”

Those are the main changes that I remember, it’s been a while- glad you like my swap au!!! :D