#Babe wake up I'm nonsense posting

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'Keep on the sunny side' is a song by the Carter family originally released in 1964, and is sung by Maude Ivory and the Covey band in the ballad of songbirds and snakes. This means that at least some existing songs survived the war and continued to be sung in the districts, so therefore it is perfectly reasonable to assume that finnick odair has heard call me maybe. In this essay I will

[monzabee]

nonesense (social media au) - dr3

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Summary: The one where you and Daniel fall in love with a song, so you must share it with the whole internet.

Pairing: daniel ricciardo x actress!reader (model used: camila morrone )

Warnings: sexual innuendos, cursing?, daniel being a sweetheart, Sabrina carpenter's bbc lounge outro for nonsense (simply iconic), time-line doesn't match I know the incident happened earlier in the year but please ignore this thank you!!

Request: this was actually a message request sent to me, but since they want to remain anonymous i won't be tagging them!

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

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yourusername: had a date night with a certain mr ricciardo and he insisted i post the pictures he took afterwards.

ynoscarserawhen: come home, the kids miss you

thiccdannyricc: this is a yn stan account first, and a daniel Stan account second

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danielricciardo: how quickly can you take your clothes off pop quiz

yourusername: i bet your house is where my other sock is and you still haven't thrown away your own socks in the hamper

danielricciardo: damn, sabrina why you had to do me wrong like that

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daniel3.jpg: Smileys

lando.jpg: what is wrong with yn's hair

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yourusername: Day one in London talking all things Camila Dunne and (as @nytimes calls it) "the sharp edges of a love triangle." #daisyjonesandthesix Photos by @isabellalombardini

danielricciardo: i'm so fucking proud of you

danielricciardo: i will pick up my socks i promise

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lorenzaizzo: Linda!!

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danielricciardo: slam dump featuring the missus. also, note to self that bbc means different things in different countries and sabrina cannot be trusted.

yourusername: proud of you for coming to that conclusion

sabrinacarpenter: sorry mom and dad

landonorris: wait, what?

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sabrinarchives: wait until they here they hear about the drama

yourusername: @danielricciardo BABE WAKE UP, THERE'S DRAMA

danielricciardo: wait, there's more??

[britswriting]

The Announcement | Quadruple The Love H.S

Follow Y/N + Harry's journey from being a family of two, to a family of six! Also know as, Harry + Y/N have quadruplets! This series will contain blurbs, social media posts, interviews and everything family + fame!

full masterlist qtl masterlist Read on Wattpad

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♡ liked by: annetwist, niallhoran, liampayne, and 3,765,874 others harrystyles: Been busy on break

annetwist: I can't wait!!

gemmastyles: I've already bought onesies 🙈💞

liampayne: Welcome to the club, mate!

ynstyles: You owe me £5 for not spilling the beans!

harryfan1: OMG WHAT

harryfan2: She said.. I'm having your baby! ↳ harryfan3: And it's ALL OF HIS BUSINESS OMG

harryfan4: Guys... we're getting dadrry. I repeat, we're getting dadrry!

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ynstyles: First trimester diaries! 🍼 First things first, finding out your pregnant, at least.. when you're trying, is the best feeling ever!!!! Harry and I took so many photos and videos (far too personal to share, (See slide four to see me on the verge of screaming and crying over the fact that I'm pregnant lol) you see me cry enough as it is lol) and we sat on the bathroom floor in pure happiness and disbelief. (and a lot of concern on my end..) I couldn't stop looking at my stomach and bubbling nonsense to Harry as we began our true first steps into parenthood. (I'll eventually talk about our journey, but if you're new, it hasn't been an easy one💝) As we watched my stomach grow, we couldn't stop touching it! The idea of feeling a kick, or a flutter... or even just the thought of a baby inside of me; pure happiness. (Pst, Harry sleeps with his hand on my belly and it's my new favorite thing ever!!!! It's so cute!!!) For those wondering, Morning sickness is brutal. I'm already losing sleep, vomiting my guts even in the middle of the night and much to my dismay, awakening Harry every time I scurry to the bathroom. (If Harry looks extra tired on camera, I apologize! - he'll tell me off for this, shh!) Tiredness is unreal. I mean, I figured growing a human would be hard, but I'm convinced I'm asleep more than I am awake. I wake up, vomit, eat some crackers take my meds, sleep repeat. Ultrasounds are the craziest experience ever!! Harry and I lost our minds and Harry's soft smile when we saw the screen is burned in my brain forever. He's honestly already such a good husband but I know he's going to be an even better father! I honestly can't wait!! @harrystyles I love you so much! Thank you for making me a mumma <3

annetwist: Congrats! I'm excited to finally talk about it!

yourbff: I can't believe you didn't tell me for 3 weeks smh ↳ ynstyles: It was unbearable for me too!

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"Love, staring at it won't make the line appear quicker" Harry tried to ease, his hand on my back as my eyes laser locked on the pregnancy test.

"The line has to show at some point!"

Harry snatched the test off the counter, my mouth a gape, ready to throw protest when he grabbed my hand and led me to sit down on the cold tile with him.

"Harry! Give me the test!" I whined, my tear ducts filling as the past couple months of worry begun to spill over.

"Y/N, babe, just sit down with me. We're dong this together, alright?"

I reluctantly sat next to him, Harry setting the test on his thigh, his right hand clasping my left as we stared down at it.

"What if it's just one line?" I asked softly, my biggest fear being vocalized once again.

"Then we'll try again" He repeated instantly, a singular tear rolling down my cheek.

"Harry, it's our sixth round in three years" I cried, my eyes squeezing shut as the emotion left glistening trails down my cheeks.

"Y/N, we don't have to do it again" He told me calmly his thumb rubbing against my knuckles, something he did frequently to quietly soothe me.

"You already know how I feel about adoption" I whimpered, guilt encasing my chest as I slowly opened my eyes, my blurred vision attempting to peak at the test.

"I know" He replied, not offering much else as he starred at the test.

"I'm a horrible person" I begin to cry again, taking my hand out of his as I covered my face.

"You're not a horrible person, y/n"

"What woman doesn't want to adopt, Harry?! We could! We could have already had a family! What kind of person is afraid too adopt?!"

"A person whose thought about every avenue. Y/N, it's perfectly normal to want what you want. Can you open your eyes please when I talk to you?" He asked, His green eyes were full of hope, my throat tightening as I glanced away. "Y/N" Harry warned, getting me to look back at him. "I know you're afraid of everything that comes with adoption, and if it's a huge fear of yours, whether it's that you won't love them the same, or they won't love you, or all of the separation issues you've read about.. it's just a different journey that we'd take together. We'd figure it out. You're not the first person to be nervous to adopt if that's a path we need to consider. However we start our family, is how we start our family. I know having a biological baby means a lot to you, but if that's not where life takes us, I think we both need to prepare ourselves to come to terms with that" He told me honestly, my lips pursed as I nodded.

It was true.

As horrific as it made me feel, I was afraid that if I adopted, I wouldn't love that child the same way I would my own. Maybe it was silly.. but my dream was to always have a baby of my own, and now that it's became an entire ordeal including medical professionals and obsessive calendar counting, I knew I needed to let my brain dance with the idea again... but could I really do that to a child? Bring them into this loving home.. and not love them the way they deserved? Would I ever view that baby as my own? Or would it feel more like a godparent babysitting situation?

IVF has been a rough path that Harry and I have walked down. One we didn't take lightly, and one we definitely probably over researched before even attempting such feat.. but with all the cons.. there were the pros.

So we tried, and we tried, an we tried.... and we gave up. Adoption maybe? Foster care? Surrogacy? Egg donors? There was a million routes.. but none of them felt like my dream. I wanted to have sex one night and wake up pregnant the next morning with my husbands child, and I struggle a lot with the fact that that isn't how it's happening.

It would be so easier if I could blame Harry, and his annoying sperm.. but the reality is, Harry is perfectly capiable impregnating someone.

I'm the problem.

Learning that you're supposed sole duty of a period every month wasn't even worth it... definitely landed me in some pretty intense therpary.

There has been more dark days than light for both Harry and I.

I'd be lying if I said divorce had never crossed our minds.

Things got bad, before they got good again and now here I sat next to him, wedding band on my finger as tears streamed down my cheeks, ready to be once again disappointed by my body.

"Can we just see what this test says and go from there, please?" I asked quietly, Harry nodding. "Can you look? My eyes are blurry"

I did my best to clear my vision when I heard the inhale of Harry's sharp breathing.

"What?" I asked, panic making my body tense. "What?!"

"It's two lines! Y/N! You're pregnant!" He practically yelled, my entire body stilling.

"What?"

"YOU'RE PREGNANT!" He yelled, scurrying off the floor, helping me up and yanking me into a hug and a kiss.

"Oh my god" I exhaled, my vison thankfully clearing as I snatched the test, seeing the two pink lines for myself.

"That has to be fake" was my immediate reaction as I held the test up to the light, the pink line darkening right in front of me. "Where is the clearblue one?" I asked Harry, Harry's arms wrapping around me, his palms resting against my stomach as I pulled open one of the drawers, finding my stash of pregnancy tests.

The drawer was probably my most opened drawer in the entire household; which meant it was also my most hated.

All it held was dreams and disappointment.

"Can you grab me a few water bottles, please?" I asked, setting the test aside as I opened one of the more expensive pregnancy test boxes.

"Baby, it's so dark" Harry showed me, crease lines between his brow as his dimples pops from the smile he had.

"I know, I know.. I just.. want to be sure. I need to pee again! Water, please!"

Three water bottles later, I found myself peeing on yet another stick and plopping the capped test onto toilets paper on our counter.

I hated waiting.

"Babe, are you going to look?" Harry asked, a goofy smile still on his face as he leaned against the door frame.

"What if the test was wrong?" I asked again eyeing the drugstore pregnancy test next to Harry.

"Baby, they're supposed to be one of the most accurate tests"

"But false positives are a thing!" I shouted, shaking my hands as I paced the space between the toilet and the bathtub.

"Y/N" Harry sighed, "I know you're worried, and we can make a doctors appointment to verify.. but baby, I think this is it. I think we've done it"

I hesitantly walked up to the counter, my eyes locked on my mess of a reflection in front of me before slowly finding the test.

"Oh my god" I exhaled, the bold "pregnant" staring back at me. "Harry!" I quickly showed the test, a smile starting to form at my lips as my eyes welled up with tears again, "I.. we're... oh my god!" I shrieked, jumping a little as I waved the test next to me.

I quickly pulled out my phone, the video shaky as ran over to Harry, kissing him before showing the test to the camera.

"We're pregnant!" I yelled out, Harry grinning as he leaned down to kiss me again, the video stopping and I turned to the camera, Harry snatching the drugstore test, both of us holding up the tests as we took countless photos before posting in the mirror, taking all sorts of different angles of my belly.

I can't believe we're pregnant.

"I told you you weren't fat" he chuckled as we inspected my bloated stomach.

"I'm fat with your baby!" I laughed, my hand running over the puffy skin. "God, I'm going to get more stretchmarks"

"Good thing you married a man who happens to love them" He pecked my cheek, his hands on my hips.

"We need to make a doctors appointment pronto and make sure these tests are correct" I informed, setting the plastic test on the counter.

"Baby..."

"I know, I know! I just.. I want to be sure, okay?"

"I know. I love you no matter what, but I really think this time.. this time is it"

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Hello! I've had this idea for a while, and I thought it would be fun to make kind of an open ending series? Meaning we can work on this for as long as we want! From finding out, to their birth, and just watching them grow up! If you have any requests, feel free to ask! I don't plan on posting them in order (like birth, growing up etc), but I will have them posted in (hopefully) chronological order in the masterlist!

Feel free to leave requests in the comments or on my ask via my profile!

If you have any baby names, let me know! I have the sex's picked out, but not the names!

I wanted to make this longer, but Tumblr has a 10 photo limit so...

I'm hoping as I get into it, I can write the blurbs better, just with their storyline, it was a bit hard to make it very happy and fluffy lol.

Welcome to my Quadruplet series! (I might post it on wattpad, I'll update the masterlist with a link if it is!!)

pst. my little circles won't stay where I want them to, if you know how to fix that lmk, otherwise we can both be annoyed together!

-Brit <3

[damnslippyplanet]

@leupagus requested, and her wish is my command. At least on a Monday morning when I'd rather be thinking about fic than my weekend email backlog. So:

List five of your least-popular fics, as well as when/why you wrote them.

the green place, Word of Honor modern AU, YeXie, 2021

This was a little string of YeXie Week ficlets based on word prompts. Friend Ritualist* and I had been batting around some ideas for a Plant Witch Xie'er fic in the DMs and I thought I'd use YeXie week to play around with the character voices/world a little and see how I liked writing those two. I had a lovely time writing it, but semi-connected short ficlets where the rimming is (just barely) off-screen are a hard sell. Also I left it marked incomplete for a long time thinking I might go back and finish out the week's prompts, so I'm sure it got passed over by the very wise people who don't read WIPs. No regrets, I like knowing Plant Witch Xier'er is out there even if he'll probably never really get written.

*babe, I'm blanking out and can only think of your pro author tumblr name and not your fandom one, if you're seeing this and wanna be linked, drop your fandom url in the comments and I'll link you up

The Desert Dreams of a River, Darkangel Trilogy, Aeriel/Irrylath, Erin/OFC, 2019.

Yuletide fic! With the hit count you expect for a Yuletide genfic based on one of your formative pieces of circa-1982 fiction about a girl trying to reform a vampire while they live on the terraformed moon. Written in a frantic haze just short of deadline, if I recall, as I'd started a different angle on it that didn't quite work. I'm not saying this story was just an excuse to get Erin a wife, but it was sort of that, since the prompt didn't really allow for Erin to wife Aeriel. (But she SHOULD HAVE. Let Aeriel Have A Husband And A Wife.) I loved these books so much. Unfortunately something must be really fucked with the licensing because only the third of the trilogy was available as an ebook at the time and that doesn't seem to have changed? Pick up a hard copy of the first book if you ever see one, though.

every word is nonsense, Only Friends, Ray&Sand, 2023

Another little tidbit of a fic as an exercise in character voice again and also how much I liked how much the show likes their smoking scenes. Look. I'm a person of a certain age who smoked like a chimney as a teenager and into my early twenties, and I can't help the programming that got into my bones about the inherent eroticism of sharing a cigarette. (lolsob, high five to my fellow Thai BL nerds, how are we all doing this week with the one-two- punch of the DFF shotgunning scene and the new 4 minutes teaser? it's fine, i'm fine.) I wrote this thinking that next I would write some RaySand smut and then didn't because the whirl of Thai BL fandom pulled me on to something else, but at some point I want to rewatch this show and may still write it then because it fed my FirstKhao shipper heart so well.

dizzy in your wake, Nirvana in Fire, Changsu/Jingyan, 2020?

I'm not the one who said "what if Mei Changsu were a were-octopus," that was a series of amazing twitter threads by @astronicht. But people just KEPT sending it to me because I am known to think octopus content is very cool and also to be a Mei Changsu Girlie, and eventually a couple of friends shook me until 600 words of ridiculousness came out. What surprises me is not that this one has few kudos, but that it has >10 kudos at all. I would say this is the most niche and silly thing I've written except I've also written MDZS/Jupiter Ascending fusion fic, so let's not pretend I have any dignity left. Written in 2020 but it didn't get posted until later because I don't usually post things this short. At some point I was in one of those "it's an ARCHIVE, we should put ALL THE THINGS THERE" moods and slapped a few NiF ficlets written for the group chat up there.

A Second Dose, Hannibal, Bev/Freddie, 2016

This was the thing where you write an odd little rarepair and it's so much fun you come back and do a sequel you hadn't meant to write. I'd written Bev/Freddie before and then when a Hannibal rarepair fest came around I was like, hey, what if I did that again. Possibly I just wanted to revisit the cat named after Rosalind Franklin that I'd made up for Bev.

[obsessive-ego]

Sweet Dreams part 1

Nsft

Musical Beetlejuice x reader (reader has a vigina, no gender terms)

summary, beej gets a wet dream while spooning you

ever since you earned beetlejuice's respect with a sucker punch to the jaw when his simple jump scare went wrong, the ghost had weaseled his way into your everyday life, hanging at your apartment while Lydia was in school.

your friendship with the demon was an odd one, he seemed to take great pleasure in messing with you, making lewd jokes at your expense or just straight up scaring you, as annoying as this was to deal with, his nonsense was always funny in the end, especially when it was directed at someone else.

Beetliejuice had made movie night a weekly tradition in your home, and would normally end up crashing on your couch, sometimes he'd sleep, sometimes he'd just mess with your stuff, it was an odd thing to get used to, from living alone in a small apartment, to having a very loud wild card of a house guest, and yet you loved it.

But honestly having a demon spend the night at first was very nerve-racking, you would text Lydia for help on what to do with him and she would leave you on read as if this was something they planned, probably, knowing her. The first few times of having him stay over were fine, albeit anxiety inducing, even though beetlejuice was respectful, in his own way, as much as he would push and point, there felt like there was a limit to how far he'd go.

But away from your eyes he started pushing his luck, as expected, while you slept he would watch, no ill intentions, Beetlejuice liked watching breathers sleep, and you were his faveourite, kind, creative, tough, he could go on and on, not that he would every tell you in a serious tone. you never caught him, you were a heavy sleeper and the ghoul would always duck out before you woke up.

But then he pushed his luck again, a little harder this time, 

it was another end to a normal movie night, it was very late and you were already dead asleep in bed with the demon in question standing at your side.

'bet it'd be alot cozier with them under those covers huh?' he muses to himself 'they're so oblivious, they wouldn't even notice' and with that thought he crawled in next to you, and God slash Satan he was right, breathers are so warm, this was like heaven or as close as he was gonna get.

The next morning came faster then expected, beetlejuice was so comfy, he ended up spooning you and forgetting to duck out before you woke up, which lead to a very long lecture on boundaries where the demon only chuckles with

"you know i'm just gonna keep snuggling up to that warm body babes, and besides i'm not doing anything dirty to ya, unless you ask me nicely~" he coos with a wink, then cackles at how fast your face turns red, he loved how easy you were.

Another thing to add to the list of things beetlejuice does that you get used to. it was weird being spooned by a demon every other night, but you'd be lying if you said it didn't make you feel warm and cozy, so you accept this fate.

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Tonight was like any other post movie night, being dead asleep with beetlejuice spooning you, it wasn't uncommon for you to wake up in the middle of the night for a moment from a shock of anxiety forgetting you had said ghoul beside you, but tonight was different, when you woke up in the middle of night, it felt strange, not beetlejuice's arms wrapped tightly around your waist, that was normal, no, what shocks you out of your sleepy daze, was the hard thing pressed against your ass, this had to be a joke right? he was messy with you right? he always pull shit like this to get a rise out of you.

you nudge the ghoul, but he gives you no response, he was out cold, snoring away, fuck. 

What the hell is a person supposed to do in this situation?! you decide on to pretend this didn't happen, yeah, that’s the safest, least embarrassing choice right? yeah. with that thought you try to ignore this little issue and try to fall back asleep.

Then it starts, you gasp throat, beetlejuice began to slowly bump into you, rutting his hips into your rear, you could feel him jabbing your ass, he was dry humping you, fuck, this sure as hell wasn't a joke, not even he would go that far, this was real he wasn't messing with you, this can't be ignored, as embarrassing and wrong this whole thing is was, in a twisted way it was kinda hot.

you had to wake him up, you can't ignore this or worm away from his grip, thanks to his strong arms wrapped around your waist. your snapped from your panicked thoughts when a low groan accompanied by light panting rang in your ears

It was kinda funny beej didn't need to breath but yet mimicked the behavior, but now wasn't that time to laugh about that

This was it, you have to wake him up, this is too much, a werid mix of panic and arousal fill you, you lightly clear your throat-

"Y/n"

Fuck, he was  thinking of you? that's even worse, was he trying to kill you?! this so wasn't fair, you liked beej, you liked him a lot, the way he'd make you laugh, his stupid smirk he would wear when he'd tease you, his cool mood ring hair, and his stupid sexy gravely voice, fuck.

As if on cue beetlejuice began picking up pace, moaning a little louder, babbling your name. the room was now illuminated by beej's hair, a very bright magneta, his hands traveling from your stomach to your chest, you felt like you were gonna snap

This wasn't fair, this wasn't right, and yet you were burning, you could feel how wet this whole thing was making you, would it be so wrong to release some of the tension?

Before you could even finish that thought you gasp, Beetlejucie now moving at a punishing pace, you felt as though you were going to go crazy with his cock pounding roughly against your ass, his whining didn't help either. you had to wake him up, right? yeah it would be awkward, and embarrassing, but it was the right thing to do. right? Right?!

It felt like an eternity before you built up the courage to do so, taking a deep breath to yell for the ghoul to wake up, but he stops moving and groaning, now only soft panting, did he finish? which a slight movement of your hips, you received your answer, yup, wet...

Yhe lighting for beej's hair slowly began to dim and return to its default green, as you lay there with a massive pair of 'blue balls' you try to fall asleep and forget what happened, you decide it's easier for the both of you to never ask or tell beetlejuice what he did and how you were awake, cuz lets be honest he probably realized what he did when he woke up.

sometimes its better to play dumb.

Bonus

"What's ya up to sweet stuff?"

You look back to see Beetlejuice standing against the door frame of your room

"I'm washing my sheets" you say plainly, you didn't really want to spend another night in his mess,

Beetlejuice stiffens at your words only for a second "that so? Have fun with your boring breather things babes, daddy's going scaring" in a puff of green smoke beetlejuice vanishes, off to terrorize your neighbors

You sigh, thankful he decided to give you some space to go over the events of last night again in your head

[badass-at-fandoming]

I'm on a Mithras kick so hoping you can tell me - what is his thing with Kemintiri? Is she his ex or not? How does Roger feel about it if it's an ongoing thing?

@cryptlock hi buddy!!!

Yeah, I've been enjoying your posts! Thank you, haha. I have a copy of The Fall of London, but I haven't cracked it open yet. Heard it's spectacularly queer though. 👀

the tl;dr is Mithras and Kemintiri are ex-spouses, and Kemintiri is low-key waiting around for Mithras to give up his crown/grandeur to bum around the world with her. This means she occasionally shows up in London to ask if he's ready to go yet.

The long version comes from the Victorian Trilogy, specifically The Wounded King. I can email the series to you if you want. Just private message me an address. Summary of their love story under the cut!

Back in 340s BCE, or "in the seventeenth year in the reign of the Emperor Artaxerxes III," as the book describes, Kemintiri rolled up to Mithras' digs in Parsa, capital of the Persian Empire. The Cult of Mithras was in full swing, and members worshiped Mithras as the god of warriors and oaths.

Despite showing up uninvited, Kemintiri was welcomed in, largely because Mithras was lonely. He hadn't sired any childer, there weren't a lot of Kindred besides him, and the Kindred present were nowhere near his level of experience and power. He was living as an untouchable god. Kemintiri was in a similar situation, and the pair got along like a house on fire. One of the cult members birthed a boy on the night of Kemintiri's arrival, and the couple decided to adopt him. They named him Noushad. He grew up to be a fine, strapping member of the cult, fully believing he was the child of gods. Kemintiri and Mithras planned that, once he matured, he would join their "pantheon." Neither of them had Embraced anyone before, so they were really nervous, and they prepared Noushad best they could.

When Noushad reached the end of his teen years, a woman named Daeva waltzed into town. She was shockingly white-skinned and bore the name of a debased witch demon. Basically, a sexy, bad girl! 😂Noushad converted her to Zoroastrianism and the teachings of the prophet Zoroaster aka Zarathustra, which was the dominant religion of the Persian Empire. She knew about Mithras and the cult, but wasn't a member. Zorastrianism is a real religion, btw! Still practiced today! In VtM land, there's a fucking ANCIENT Lasombra named Zarathustra who named himself after the main prophet and spreads his teachings in the Sabbat all the way into these modern nights.

Anyway, things went fine for a couple years, but Daeva started asking questions. Isn't it kind of weird you only see your parents at night? And they only eat the blood sacrificed by members? At first Noushad is like "how dare you! I never see my dad during the day because he is busy ESCORTING THE SUN. They drink blood because it's the only substance PURE enough for the gods to drink!" But eventually Daeva wears him down...and doubt spreads in the cult...maybe Mithras isn't a god? Maybe he's monster who's tricking us...?

BAM. Mithras wakes up one night and his fucking temple's on fucking fire. He's like wtf, bros. His most devout priests lay slaughtered. Kemintiri is nowhere to be found (dead?!). Mithras tears the palace apart looking for Noushad, only to find out that Noushad is the one leading the rebellion. Noushad yells that Mithras isn't his real dad, and Mithras runs, heartbroken. 😭💔

As Mithras flees, he comes upon Daeva on the road. "You! I will destroy you!" He grabs her by the throat and lifts her in the air, and...Kemintiri drops Obfuscate to reveal herself. Mithras runs.

When I read that, my first reaction was "GURL, why." She had the perfect set-up for her lifestyle, a husband who loved her, and a good son. Later in book, she says, "We are not gods, no matter what we tell ourselves. It is a lesson we can only learn in pain. [...] There is no Godhead. The heart of the universe is empty. [to Mithras] Will you walk through it with me?"

So that's Mithras and Kemintiri's dealio. I don't know what Roger thinks of it. My guess is "babe, your ex-wife is a little bit bananas in pajamas." Mithras and Roger have been around so long that polyamory and polygamy can't be foreign concepts. Even though Zorastrianism doesn't practice polygamy, Mithras must have heard of it before. Roger was born in ~600 CE in Britain, so he would have been raised believing in...Woden, maybe? Woden is suuuuuuper roughly analogous to Odin, and there's some evidence that Norse culture practiced polygamy. Roger marinated in that or Celtic-flavored Christianity. His wiki says he hung around in cemeteries a lot, but "cemetery" is a real nebulous word. Could be fucking around Sutton Hoo or ye olde Catholic tombs. Maybe the Vampire: the Masquerade - Dark Ages books would clarify?

I doubt Roger is one for jealous love. Both men have repeatedly shown the great lengths they will go for each other. Whether it's her Clan compulsion, her Tragic Embrace Backstory Full of Trauma, or some combination thereof, Kemintiri can't let herself be happy. And is full of nihilist nonsense.

Omg, you activated the history nerd within, and this got hella long. Thanks for asking and reading! :D

[igotathingforvampires]

Marcus x F!Human Reader | A Tug of Fate | Wildest Dreams Taylor Swift Inspo Babble

TRIGGER WARNING: CANONICAL TALK OF WANTING TO UNALIVE DUE TO LOSS

CANON DIVERGENT: DIDYME IS NOT MURDERED BY ARO BUT KILLED IN RAID

It was a rather bleak day, granted every day was bleak if it was Marcus' opinion. He didn't need sleep, hadn't for the last six thousand years, though the last thousand had made him want to close his eyes and not wake up.

If he had his way-- which he wouldn't thank to his blasted-- loving-- albeit pushy brothers and sisters.

Marcus was of the mind that after living as long as he did, once you lost your anchor there was no point in one even being here. And ever since she was gone. Lost to him and the world in an array of violence and diamond dust ash. He hadn't had the ability to even fathom a world without her.

And so, he had trudged, along and quiet, alone and miserable, weighted by the thousands of years of killing, betrayal, ruling, and chaos. But the one thing that had been a constant was the sweetest voice in the world calling his name.

As he stared out at Volterra from his rooms, he exhaled an unneeded breath, it was utterly bleak-- truly so. How was he supposed to keep going, for what another thousand, maybe more if humans didn't obliterate them all with their nuclear nonsense.

Marcus leaned over and placed his head in his hands staring at his feet. There it was again that incessant tug that had been happening for the last three days, pulling out his window into the city.

A chain had formed and he had no concept as to where it would lead, this phantom taunting from his own gift. Ghosts of the past, perhaps he was finally losing it.

But then as he turned his head, a flash of a sound.

A bell like laugh followed by words of humor. "Come on, you can't even look in there? Awe! It's so beautiful! Hm...seems kinda familiar..."

The voice trails off-- and the jerk of the chain is painful.

The voice had sounded so disappointed.

Marcus glared at the silence outside his windows past the gardens he and his love had built to the wall where the voice taunted him. Beckoned him, called him like a sailor to the sea to drown his misery in waters of oblivion.

With more determination than he had in a millennia he strode into his closet and got ready in a flash.

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Your hand traces the walls of the gigantic palace like structure, the stone feels-- hm, it's hard to place, in fact this entire place feels just-- familiar.

You had booked a trip out of sheer randomness, flinging a dart at the board and it had landed in Italy, bringing a bigger map you had flung another dart and here you were-- Volterra.

What were the odds that this place had been in your dreams?

No one knew, none of your tour group, none of the people who jostled you along because it was time to check out the plaza and shops.

"I wonder what was in there..." you mutter softly unaware of the eyes watching you carefully till you turn and see a shadow partially covered by a walkway, sunlight carefully filtering through the greenery and terracotta roofing. "Hello?" You call smiling at the tall figure. "Hi! uh sorry I don't speak Italian but are you needing anything?"

The shadow moves back a few steps. You frown, and shrug, "well okay! Bye-bye!" you wave and prance back to your group.

---

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Marcus had paused, you were not what he was expecting. Watching you in a sun dress with the setting twilight of Volterra glittering off your bangles and sun kissed skin.

He knew you.

But did you know him?

He followed carefully, watching as your group circled the plaza and fountain. Your head turned and caught sight of him, and you froze. Blinking quickly as if to clear your head. "Hi there!" A beaming smile crossed your face, honey eyes gleaming. Oh he knew those eyes. It was impossible to miss the specks of brown and tawny spindles of circles that would glitter with happiness.

Not your red eyes...oh no...not yet...

But did you remember.... you were not who you were...you were a new person... not weighted down by the sorrows of the past, a second chance to a clean slate of happiness....was that the Gods designs?

Had you come back?

Marcus sees you step forward, "excuse me. Do you live here?"

I thought heaven can't help me now Nothing lasts forever....

But this is gonna take me down

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Your stunned. He's utterly beautiful. A tragic beauty you think, Romanesque features, tall build and so utterly still like a Sentinal posted at the gates of eternity waiting-- what was he waiting for...

The man nods, "yes, I am." His voice is pitched deep enough to rattle in your ear drums, and strike something deep in your soul. You're confused for a moment.

"Oh! how lovely, it's a beautiful city! I was about to go to a tour of the--" you pointed at a lovely lady gathering people but he is suddenly right in front of you.

"That is not a good idea, I hear the tour is quite dull."

"Awe...but it's for the Palazzo..." you pout a bit, "is it really that dull?"

He's watching you, as if trying to figure something out, "that is actually where I work, would you like a private tour?"

You smirk, "You're not a serial killer are you?"

He bows, half at the waist, a elegant-- out of time-- movement as he offers you a hand, one that engulfs your hand entirely as it closes on your fingers. "You shall be in the best care cara mia."

You realize he's freezing, and something clicks, another thought that this feels all too familiar. Those onyx eyes, the soft smile on his lips, the light lingering in his gaze as he looks straight into your soul.

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I can see the end as it begins My one condition is...

Marcus has given you a tour of the entire Palazzo, hanging to keep the guard and you separated, and you away from the throne room away from the screams.

But as he comes to the garden he pauses. You're chattering away asking so many questions and tugging on his sleeve. He smiles at the happiness you have-- the bond is there, the same....the bond he had missed, but it's stronger, it's pure and it isn't weighted by the tainting of sorrow or the ever present torture of wanting to leave immortality.

He couldn't make you happy....you had been so bereft with immortality.

How were any of them to know?

But now? Marcus watched as you perused the gardens smiling at all the flowers. The setting sun sparking off auburn and black in your hair.

You glanced over your shoulder at him and smiled.

Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your wildest dreams

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"Can I ask you something?" you pause and glance at him.

"As I've said you may ask me anything and I shall answer it for you."

"You're going to think I'm crazy." You watch him pause, this mysterious guardian you've acquired. "D-do...do I know you?"

He raises a brow, but you can see it, the twitch of an emotion that is barely held in check.

"I... I feel like I do...and it's odd. I've never been here, I've never met you before but I--" you swallow feeling a deep welling of pain in your heart. "I missed you...." you don't understand and you feel tears clog your throat as you instinctively reach for him.

But he's caught your hand, a desperate, ecstatic look on his face. "I don't even know your name this time...." He whispers as he presses a cold kiss to your palm.

And his voice is a familiar sound Nothing lasts forever....

but this is getting good now

"it's y/n..." you whisper.

A wide smile. "....little one....Do you remember my name?"

You pause, and the answer floats up to your lips like bubbling champagne from a uncorked bottle.

Sweet, drunken, loving, everything, nothing, the world, and the universe wrapped up in heart strings of red.

"Marcus...."

Suddenly you're embraced, a cold kiss to your lips and the empty ache that had presided your whole life in your heart--

Was suddenly gone.

[finaledenialist]

so it appears this is the day I start listening to taylor swift? you were so many to talk about it on my dash that I had to know so I just listened to 10 songs from folklore (had to stop bc Im getting easily exhausted) and. you were all so right about the deancas parallels?? I mean- my tears ricochet :

Weepin' in a sunlit room, and

If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too

Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe

All the hell you gave me?

'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you

'Til my dying day

this is just straight up 15×18

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

And you're the hero flying around, saving face

And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet

the chorus makes me go INSANE. I don't even have to explain "If I'm dead to you" because that's literally the same sentence with dean saying "You're dead to me" to cas. and "wishing I stayed" jfsgjjfq direct parallel to "I left but you didn't stop me"/"I should've stopped you", the whole 'dean is afraid of people leaving him and cas is afraid no one asks him to stay' gsksjggsj

And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain

Crossing out the good years

and then dean in 15×19. Im not okay

I mean you probably already said better things about these lines in your post and I should probably read it but. needed to get that out I guess? also wanted to add it's kinda funny that the two things I was introduced to through your blog are 1. some very calming beautiful love songs and 2. a smut fic

How often do these two things come together, right? hahaha Well I am happy I could do that for you!<3 I don’t think I talked about my tears ricochet yet though because I usually talk only about songs people send in their asks to avoid being That Bitch who rants about one thing all day long haha but let’s talk. 

Everything you said is On Point. This song is such Cas POV song that it gives me actual physical pain. Because on one hand we have very obvious destiel stuff that relate to 15x03, 15x18 and 12x23 and on the other hand, if we’re willing to break the 4th wall, this is Cas @ the CW. Look: 

(putting this under the cut because it got so long because I have no self-restraint when talking about folklore x destiel)

If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe All the hell you gave me? 'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you 'Til my dying day

So, obviously a callback to 15x03 as you mentioned, apart from the first line which is re: Dean’s behaviour after Cas dies (in 12x23 or in 15x18). Now let’s look at the bigger picture here: 

If I’m on fire (= if I die) you’ll be made of ashes too. Look what happened when they wrote Cas off. In season 7 or in 15x19 and 15x20. How unbearably this show sucked without him. 

Did I deserve all the hell you gave me - 15x03, yes, of course but also what the show put this character through. The amount of bad writing and straight up torture for so many episodes (for example in season 8 or 9x03 ugh) and then being cut off from the finale. 

'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you ‘til my dying day - that is obviously 15x18. 

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace And you're the hero flying around, saving face And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? Cursing my name, wishing I stayed Look at how my tears ricochet

This is 12x23, 15x03, 15x09 and 15x18 mixed up. 

You know I didn't want to have to haunt you But what a ghostly scene

Again, Cas dying in 12x23 and 15x18. Hell even when Dean sees Cas in the deleted scenes of season 10 after he almost killed him. Or when he keeps seeing him at the beginning of season 8 because he feels guilty that Cas didn’t make it out of Purgatory. 

And I can go anywhere I want Anywhere I want, just not home

9x03 :(((((((((((((((( and 15x03 :(((((((((((((((((((

And you can aim for my heart, go for blood But you would still miss me in your bones And I still talk to you (when I'm screaming at the sky) And when you can't sleep at night (you hear my stolen lullabies)

I am so sad at this point that I don’t even know what to say. You can aim for my heart, go for blood, (this corresponds so damn well with ‘and my words shoot to kill when I’m mad’ from this is me trying asfhsdfj) you can talk shit to me and make me leave but you are still going to miss me, how about that. And it’s going to hurt both of us. 

And I still talk to you - this is the only Dean line in this whole song because: prayers, also 8x23 finale comes to mind when the angels are falling and Dean looks at the sky and the falling stars and screams his name. And of course then a line about Dean not getting to sleep peacefully whenever Cas is gone. 

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same Cursing my name, wishing I stayed You turned into your worst fears 

Aaaaaand here we go, let’s shatter that 4th wall, huh? Something something about sinking ship. Not any ship. A battleship. A damn big ship. That gets sunk. Hm. You had to kill me because god forbid Dean and Cas get their only logical happy ending right? but it killed you just the same because look now how the last two episodes sucked and everyone is so damn angry and hurt and no one liked what you did and the whole show is now being criticized and being called out on being nonsensical due to the ending. You turned into your worst fears , that speaks for itself.