#Helios Rising Heroes Imagines

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AAA URE BACK i'm so happy omg…you're one of my fav writers in this platform and i love rereading your fics and headcanons!!! ♪

i'd like to request coriander, daisy, fennel, peony and sweet pea from the plant asks for marion!! there's not enough marion content that i can find here I swear...I think he really deserves some more love 💔…but either way, thank you so much in advance and have a great day!! :] ★

(Marion is my beloved I'm always happy to write for him~)

Marion Blythe:

🌻coriander: what do they love the most about their s/o, both physical and personality-wise?

You’re some whose very easy for him to talk to. He doesn’t feel like you’re judging him, or underestimating his strength, or making any assumptions based on factors outside of his control. He feels like he could tell you anything, and having this emotional security is incredibly important to Marion; it’s always been difficult to let his real feelings shine through, but it wasn’t healthy for him to keep them inside constantly, so he needed a person who he felt could understand him. Even if you didn’t have the same opinions as he did, there was just something that made him comfortable speaking freely with you.

Marion likes your eyes. They’re like windows to the soul, or so Nova used to joke, but he never really understood the phrase ‘getting lost in their eyes’ until you. He could stare into your eyes forever if you let him but normally, you’d get too flustered, having to look away while Marion couldn’t possibly mirror you.

🌻daisy: what is their love language, both giving and receiving?

Giving: Acts of Service. This is more a goal set by himself but Marion likes to prove that he’s ‘useful’ to you; it’s nothing you’ve ever commented on, and you don’t quite know where it came from as its not like he has anything to prove. He just liked the feeling of knowing he was making your day easier, even when he was busy himself he still tried to fit in tasks that would make your day easier by the end of it. It’s not something he willingly admits to, of course, denying that it’s coming from the love he has for you as it would be too embarrassing to admit.

Receiving: Quality Time. Marion isn’t a high-maintenance lover, as much as his standards might have you perceive him that way. He doesn’t want you going out of your way to do things for him, nor does he have a need for endless gifts (although he won’t ever deny home-cooked breakfast). He always preferred doing things together when your free-time allowed it, like cooking together or watching movies with the entire family; at first he was nervous about spending time alone with you but now it’s exactly what he needs to keep his head on straight.

🌻fennel: what are their kisses like? where do they like to be kissed the most?

Marion’s kisses are thoughtful, always coming in a moment that you suspect yet still knocking you off your feet anyway. You can’t help but lean in to him and it’s exactly what he wants, that closeness that comes with being unabashedly in love. He preferred to take the moments slow, as much as his nerves were set alight when you kissed he couldn’t help but want to savor the moment.

He would say the lips if asked but he doesn’t have a preference, a kiss is a kiss but he does like ones he can reciprocate. When you’re quick with kissing him on the cheek or forehead he always tried to grab you before you could get away, which you now made into a game knowing he wanted to reciprocate any affection you gave him. It left you both giggling in a way you didn’t think Marion was capable of before dating him, kissing each other’s faces until your other responsibilities were remembered.

🌻peony: how do they get their s/o to blush? how does their s/o make them blush?

Marion is always proud when he managed to set up a perfectly romantic moment for the two of you to enjoy together, and the confidence he has about knowing you is something you can’t help but blush over. There are some partners who might take a more bashful approach to it but knowing you inside and out is a source of pride for Marion, who put endless effort into your relationship while training his hardest to be a great hero.

Marion is surprisingly easy to make blush, almost like its natural reaction to your presence. It happened when you leaned in close or suddenly start giving him physical affection before he can mentally prepare, or when you sincerely compliment an outfit you think he looks good in. Having any sort of praise coming from you pleased him, but romantic attention made him more nervous than other kids of attention from you.

🌻sweet pea: are they big on cuddling? what is their favorite position to cuddle their s/o in?

Marion enjoyed cuddling as long as he was in a good mood, as he preferred being left alone or not being confined if he was angry/worked up. There are times where he needs comfort that he’ll let you know it’s okay to be close to him, a comforting arm wrapped around his shoulder as he leaned into you and tried to get ahold of himself as he didn’t want your mood to tank alongside his. There’s something inherently comforting about having a person you can simply lean against and absorb their warmth without being questioned on it, although teasing is imminent especially when the cuddling happens on movie nights.

His favorite way to cuddle was when you were on the couch together, a nice blanket spread across your legs, either you curled up into him or him resting his head on your shoulder. He thought it was nice if somewhat distracting, the first few times finding it impossible to fully focus on the movie but eventually falling into a comfortable rhythm where Jacqueline wouldn’t constantly squeal about how cute the two of you were.

[dajaregambler]

HeliosR - Sing in the darkness - Chapter 1 - Part 20

Translation of Sing in the darkness from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’, a new side arc alongside the current main story arc Like the dawning light.

Sage: This is, the Lost Garden….?

Sage: I’ve always heard the rumors, but it’s the first time I’m here…

Nico: Got nothing to come here for unless you have a good reason to.

Sage: Have you been here before, Nico?

Nico: ….I wonder, how many times was it

Sage: Did you have a good reason to?

Nico: ….Don’t know if it counts as one.

Nico: I’ll tell you another time. Now, we focus on Licht

Sage: Right…..

Nico: Wonder why they were after him.

Sage: Yeah…. I can’t wrap my head around it either.

Sage: Eclipse goes after substance. Does that mean Licht-kun is somehow related to that?

Nico: I verified with the measuring equipment when we were together, but it didn’t had any special reaction. It’s hard to imagine he’d be carrying anything.

Sage: Then, maybe something like knowing an important secret about substance…

Nico: Maybe it’s more simple, such as being targeted for a criminal connection. 

Sage: Criminal!?

Nico: Like human trafficking, or human experimentation?

Nico: It's a fact that a massive amount of people, who were experimented on by Eclipse, were discovered…

Sage: Human trafficking… human experimentation… 

Sage: Is that what Licht-kun’s got himself into…?

Nico: Maybe, is what I’m saying

Nico: The possibility ought to be considerably low. It’s okay, don’t overthink it.

Sage: Ngh…….

Sage: Gotta keep it together… I have to search for Licht-kun instead of sitting around imagining horrible things. 

Sage: I say that, but where and how do I---

Nico: Found him

Sage: Eh?

Nico: That Eclipse…

Sage: !! Licht-kun

Nico: After him before we lost sight of them again.

Sage: Yeah…!

[snowboyclarkov]

Personality Comparison For No Reason

My personality typing, as stated in my profile description, is ISTJ 5w4. Using that, and other methods, this is an extensive list of characters from different series whose personalities I am closest to, based on their cognitive functions, enneagram and general similar behaviours between themselves and myself. Pictures of each one will be below the list.

Since I made this, a second has been done after analysing Beyblade Burst some more and deciding that my personality is more akin to Gwyn Reynolds instead of Naoki Minamo, and to Brooklyn Masefield instead of Garland Siebald. That same adjustment has been made to this post as well.

Crowscare -> Ingram

Cookie Run -> Frost Queen Cookie

Cuphead -> Chinook Pilot Saluki

Doki Doki Literature Club! -> Yuri

Grand Theft Auto -> Eddie Toh

The Grand Tour -> James May

Inazuma Eleven -> Fuusuke Suzuno

Beyblade -> Brooklyn Masefield

Katawa Shoujo -> Rin Tezuka

Beyblade Burst -> Gwyn Reynolds

Made In Abyss -> Ozen

Monster Girl Encyclopedia -> Soldier Beetle

Mix Ore -> Nagisa Ichigaulait

Fire Emblem -> Idunn

Undertale -> Woshua

Gakuen Babysitters -> Keigo Saikawa

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure -> Leone Abbacchio

Touhou Project -> Ran Yakumo

Ace Attorney -> Sorin Sprocket

Beyblade: Metal Saga -> Faust

The Loud House -> Maggie

Jelly Jamm -> Ongo

Rosario + Vampire -> Mizore Shirayuki

Corpse Party -> Naho Saenoki

Danganronpa -> Mukuro Ikusaba

Sonic The Hedgehog -> Sage Robotnik

Land of the Lustrous -> Rutile

Dragon Ball -> Jimmy Firecracker

Inazuma Eleven: Ares -> Yuuichirou Mansaku

Initial D -> Satoshi Omiya

Shimoneta -> Hyouka Fuwa

Pirates of the Caribbean -> Murtogg

Pokémon -> Calem

Kid Icarus -> Poseidon

Monster Girl Quest -> Gnome

Yandere Simulator -> Horo Goramu

Joshiraku -> Gankyou Kuurubiyuutei

Monogatari -> Sodachi Oikura

Professor Layton -> Ridelle Mystere

Game of Thrones -> Archmaester Ebrose

The Binding of Isaac -> Apollyon

Date A Live -> Yuzuru Yamai

Star Fox -> General Pepper

Zero Escape -> Sigma Klim

Super Smash Bros. -> Galeem

Puyo Puyo -> Legamünt

Yu-Gi-Oh! GX -> Ryo Marufuji

Ninjago -> Milton Dyer

Bakugan -> Fabia Sheen

Codename: Kids Next Door -> Nigel Uno

Glitch -> E. Gadd

Kirby -> Claycia

Saw -> Daniel Matthews

Dead Rising -> Carl Schliff

Omori -> Sunny

The Amazing World of Gumball -> Clipboard Men

Monster Musume -> Lala

Paper Mario -> Professor Toad

Trauma Center -> Victor Niguel

Driver -> Bishop

Nagasarete Airanto -> Chikage

Inspector Morse -> Endeavour Morse

Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective -> Jowd

God of War -> Helios

Saiko no Sutoka -> Akira

Cells At Work! -> NT4201

Total Drama -> MK

Hetalia -> Iceland

Kick Buttowski: Suburban Daredevil -> Ronaldo

Hotel Dusk -> Kevin Woodward

Papers, Please -> M. Vonel

Oggy & the Cockroaches -> Marky

It's Not Me, It's My Basement -> Embry Oliver

Chainsaw Man -> Asa Mitaka

Inazuma Eleven GO -> Alpha

Azur Lane -> Admiral Graf Spee

Heaven's Lost Property -> Nymph

My Hero Academia -> Yui Kodai (Rule)

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Bonus: My main OC's MHA variant, basic details

Occupation = U.A. Student

Hero Name = Mizoregnar (formerly a neutral/arc main antagonist a la Gwyn Reynolds, currently part of Class 1-A)

Appearance = See the bottom of the post, can turn hands into ice claws, hair gains gem-like appearance a la Land of the Lustrous when quirk is in effect, also a biological hermaphrodite

Quirk = Snow Sage [Yuki-onna physiology/powers, has cold-powered artillery that is part of their body and can be vanished at any time for convenience.]

Extra = Capable of combining quirk and learned skill to perform Touhou-style danmaku based on formulae & equations.

More Extra = Black light powers (similar to Glory Regnar's powers, taught by mother who has a quirk that grants 4 disembodied wings that are said to be impervious [they aren't] and light-based powers. Galeem as a quirk, basically.)

Costume = Imagine the spirit/avatar of Greatest Raphael/Glory Regnar as clothing/armour minus the head, tail and shimenawa parts (Colour scheme switched to white, lavender purple, dark purple, black, teal, ice-blue & ice-white.)] Alternate outfits exist too, because I'm indecisive. Outfits made from special material, protective but soft and flexible.

They call their moves 'Genesis Crown', etc. as opposed to 'Glory Crown' seen in the Beyblade Burst series.

Naturally maintains a chilled air around their body constantly to prevent overheating, sometimes faint cold air is made visible surrounding the space directly around their body. Does best in cold environments especially those filled with ice and/or snow.

*What the outfit would be based on: da3d992e9ba23709a6cfc78dcf8d39 b959d086e59b47a9eec8d597566617 08e07cb1f7c8df62cc2f1a93031eb3 670964123039ae7bc75b881fc1c648

**Appearance (Extra): Light grey skin, nigh-impervious exoskeleton covering entire body, 6 legs (2 fore + 4 normal), ice-based wings inside carapace, ship-esque cold-powered artillery When Quirk in Effect = Pupils turn roughly the same colour as irises (light gold), ice claws, hair turns lavender purple and gains a gem-esque appearance a la Land of the Lustrous, can turn arms into any item desired (all made of pure ice) Basically the entire body = File:Soldier_Beetle_0 Thanks to studies together with mother, capable of causing exoskeleton to fade away and lower half of body to change to normal legs for convenience, similar to the artillery mutation.

***The artillery looks just like the sort that Admiral Graf Spee has. AGS used as basis due to personality and colour scheme reasons. The red is exchanged for lavender.

****Things like swords, chainsaws and other quirks have no effect if they strike the exoskeleton. Unless the attacking force is heat-based, in which case it very much can as long as the heat in question is further above normal body temperature than Clarkov's coldness is below 10C.

[absentmindedadmirer]

Welcome to the Circus~

Hey, hey!

The name's Sketch and I'm a professional mess!! This blog here is to keep a log of my works as well as just allow myself to be mentally ill and ramble about a lot of stupid stuff~ I'm a writer who acquires skrunklies like a neverending scroll and brainrots constantly. Attention is diverted a lot and I crave validation!

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[spademuses]

❛  how can you be this cheery already? we haven't even had breakfast.  ❜ from annabeth chase to michael @multistoty

It's no secret among Camp that Michael despises mornings. He can never understand how some of his fellow campers find it in themselves to rise before the sun, let alone summon energy to start their busy days before the first light of dawn kisses the tops of the pine trees.

Unfortunately for him, seasoned campers have to conduct morning rounds near the perimeter for the safety of the other campers. Michael doesn't mind the night shifts; there's something calming about the soft chirping of the cicadas in summer, or the gentle crackling of the fires in the torches around Camp-- it's the unbearable morning shifts he can't stand. Everything gets on his nerves, whether it's the twittering robins flying over his head, or the giggling nymphs who seem to find enjoyment in his suffering.

Today's different. Michael and Annabeth are scheduled for their rounds at the Beach near the northern border. Refreshing salty air from the coastline carries over on the soft breeze, blowing his dark curls wildly in every direction. High tide pulls tumbling waves against the shore, white foamy sprays crashing on the golden-sand in a loud and rhythmic dance. He smiles. This place remind him of home and the hot summers at Coney Island he'd spend with his mom back when she was still alive. Beaches will always be a happy place for him.

He thinks of her as he absent-mindedly plays with his weapons of choice, dual Celestial Bronze daggers fitted perfectly to his palms. Michael tosses them in the air until they flip and land securely in his hands, light but deadly. Every child of Ares has a favourite weapon and for a long time, Michael's had been a sword. Only recently had he discovered the flexibility that comes with dual-wielded weapons, and now he can't imagine life without them. He still carries a sword with him but he's finding that he uses it less and less.

Annabeth, observant as she is, notices his good mood.

❛  how can you be this cheery already? we haven't even had breakfast.  ❜

He usually can't stand most Athena's kids because he's an action-oriented guy and they're all about planning and strategy-- none of that shit's gonna get 'em anywhere in a real fight with real stakes. He's always telling them, ❛A hydra ain't gonna wait 'round for a hero to come up with a seven step plan to take it down. Don't think, just do.❜

They don't tend to agree.

Annabeth is like her siblings in a lot of ways, stubborn and set in her ways, but Michael respects her. She's good at what she does, and he's seen her in action in the Arena-- she's damn near lethal, even when she's holding back.

❝Can't help myself,❞ he shrugs, gesturing vaguely at the water with an outstretched arm. ❝Hard to stay mad with that kinda view.❞

He gazes out at the horizon, hazel eyes taking in the wide open landscape, tiny stars slowly fading out of view now that Helios has begun his ascent. The water looks gorgeous as it reflects the streaks of faint violet and pinks painting the sky with the first signs of dawn.

Michael turns towards Annabeth, a smirk playing at his lips. ❝You up for a little friendly competition, Chase? Bet I could reach the shore before you. How 'bout a race?❞

[just-patchy]

i’m sorry that this will be my first post on this fandom but the names in helios are ugly as fuck

[hypnomicimagines]

Everyone go get invested in Helios Rising Heroes so I have an excuse to make another imagines blog

[hajimariwaquartet]

Introduction

Hello there! I'm February, but you call me Feb! I opened this account as a writing account! I write drabbles, headcanons, and small imagines (includes x-readers and shippy stuff)!

I write for:

A3! (I'm caught up with everything)

Genshin

Enstars!! (as of 4/21/2021)

Sk8 (as of 5/6/2021)

Tears of Themis (as of 7/31/2021)

Helios Rising Heroes (as of 7/4/2022)

Project Sekai (still learning; mainly focused on 25-ji)

Thing I am not comfortable writing:

NSFW (sexual/gorey stuff)

incest/pedophilic ships

I have the right to refuse to write certain things if they make me uncomfortable.

You can send in requests with characters and a prompt or two! I'll get back to you when I'm done. Please send in requests, I'd like to get practice!

Notes:

I might take a while to reply since I'm a college student, but I will get back to them!

X-readers and s/o hcs will be gender neutral. Unless a gender will be specified, they will all be gender neutral.

Emoji directory:

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Masterpost of Written Work

[jeromecolby]

Jerome Backstory

Circe ranks as one of the greatest witches of mythology. A beautiful enchantress . Circe, in Greek legend, a sorceress, the daughter of Helios, the sun god, and of the ocean nymph Perse. She was able by means of drugs and incantations to change humans into wolves, lions, and swine. The Greek hero Odysseus visited her island, Aeaea, with his companions, whom she changed into swine.

The daughter of Helios and Perse, Circe was a powerful enchantress versatile in the arts of herbs and potions and capable of turning human beings into animals. She did just that to Odysseus’ sailors when they reached her dwelling place, the secluded island of Aeaea. Odysseus, however, managed to trick her with the help of Hermes and, instead of becoming an animal, he became her lover for a year. The couple had three children, one of whom, Telegonus, eventually killed Odysseus.

Family

Circe was the daughter of Perse, one of the Oceanids, and Helios, the Titan sun god. As such, she was part of a family of formidable sorceresses. Pasiphae, who supposedly charmed both Minos and Procris, was her sister, and the even more notorious enchantress Medea was her niece, since she was the daughter of Circe’s brother Aeetes, the guardian of the Golden Fleece. Circe had another brother, Perses, who was slain by Medea after he had deposed her father Aeetes from the throne of Colchis.

Reaching Circe’s Island

Disheartened and dispirited from their horrendous encounter with the man-eating Laestrygonians – after which they had been left with only one out of their twelve ships – Odysseus and his remaining men land on Aeaea, Circe’s island.

At first glance, it seems to them like a desolate island, since the only visible sign of life is a column of smoke rising from somewhere deep in the woods. Naturally, Odysseus sends his men to investigate, putting his brother-in-law Eurylochus in charge of the scouting party.

The Transformation of Odysseus’ Men

After some time, the men reach Circe’s house and are surprised to find many fearsome beasts – mostly lions and wolves – slouching around and acting as domesticated as the tamest pets imaginable. From the inside, they hear a woman’s voice: it’s Circe singing melodiously.

Eurylochus suspects danger, so he chooses to stay outside as Circe comes out of her house and welcomes the rest of the scouting party indoors. Odysseus’ men are treated with some fine-flavored wine they gulp down in a second with the utmost pleasure. However, once they do that, Circe makes a quick move with her wand and, suddenly, all of Odysseus’ men are transformed into pigs. They still have their human brains, so they start grunting and weeping as Circe puts them into her pigsty.

Odysseus Tricks Circe

Eurylochus runs back to Odysseus and tells him the whole story and Odysseus decides to confront Circe. Fortunately, on his way to Circe’s house, he is met by Hermes, who gives him a magical black-rooted white-flowered plant called moly which, the divine messenger says, will make Odysseus immune to Circe’s spells.

As indicated by Hermes, Circe’s wine has no effect on the cunning Greek hero and so, after the enchantress pulls out her wand, Odysseus responds by pulling out his sword. He makes Circe swear that she won’t hurt him and forces her to restore the original form of all his sailors. Circe does precisely that and, furthermore, taken aback by his bravery, offers Odysseus her sincere love and unconditional devotion.

Odysseus accepts them, and, as a result, his men stay in Aeaea for almost a year, after which Odysseus becomes restless to go back to Ithaca and once again see his mortal wife, Penelope.

Odysseus’ and Circe’s Offspring

If we are to believe Hesiod’s genealogies, however, we must deduce that Odysseus returned to Aeaea once or twice more after this, or at least that he stayed there for a little longer than a year. Since Circe – says Hesiod – bore him no less than three children: Agrius, Latinus, and Telegonus. The last and youngest one of the three ended up killing Odysseus by mistake using a poisoned spear given to him by his mother.

Circe in Other Myths

Circe plays a smaller part in few other myths: she purifies Jason and Medea from a murder, and she transforms PIcus and Scylla into a woodpecker and monster respectively.

Jason and Medea

Circe shows up in the second most famous Ancient Greek story of sea adventures, the voyage of the Argonauts. According to Apollonius, after Jason and Medea treacherously and brutally kill the Colchian prince Absyrtus, it is Circe who purifies them from the sin, though she also chases them away from her island once she learns the full gravity of their transgression.

Circe, a Vengeful Lover

Before falling for Odysseus, Circe felt an attraction to at least three other men, the first one a mortal, and the second two a god.

The mortal was Picus, who was too faithful to his wife Canens for his own sake: after fiercely rejecting Circe’s advances, Picus was turned into a woodpecker. Unable to fight through the unbearable sorrow, six days later, Canens threw herself into the river Tiber.

Another time, the sea-god Glaucus asked Circe for a potion which would make the beautiful nymph Scylla fall in love with him. Circe, however, loved Glaucus for herself, so, when he scorned her, she gave him a potion which turned Scylla into the hideous sailor-preying monster Odysseus and his crew had to evade soon after leaving Circe’s island. The third was the God Odin. Odin was known for taking more than one female. Though he loved his mate, Odin had an affair with Circe keeping her happy so nothing bad fell on him.

Who was Circe?

The daughter of Helios and Perse, Circe was a powerful enchantress versatile in the arts of herbs and potions and capable of turning human beings into animals. She did just that to Odysseus’ sailors when they reached her dwelling place, the secluded island of Aeaea.

Where did Circe live?

Circe's home was Aeaea.

Who were the parents of Circe?

The parent of Circe was Helios.

Who were brothers and sisters of Circe?

Circe had 3 siblings: Pasiphae, Aeetes and Perses.

How many children did Circe have?

Circe had 4 children: Agrius, Latinus, Telegonus and Jerome.

Father: Odin

Odin (/ˈoʊdɪn/;[1] from Old Norse: Óðinn, IPA: [ˈoːðinː]) is a widely revered god in Germanic mythology. Norse mythology, the source of most surviving information about him, associates Odin with wisdom, healing, death, royalty, the gallows, knowledge, war, battle, victory, sorcery, poetry, frenzy, and the runic alphabet, and projects him as the husband of the goddess Frigg. In wider Germanic mythology and paganism, the god was known in Old English and Old Saxon as Wōden, in Old Dutch as Wuodan, and in Old High German as Wuotan, all ultimately stemming from the Proto-Germanic theonym *Wōđanaz, meaning 'lord of frenzy', or 'leader of the possessed'.

Odin appears as a prominent god throughout the recorded history of Northern Europe, from the Roman occupation of regions of Germania (from c.  2 BCE) through movement of peoples during the Migration Period (4th to 6th centuries CE) and the Viking Age (8th to 11th centuries CE). In the modern period the rural folklore of Germanic Europe continued to acknowledge Odin. References to him appear in place names throughout regions historically inhabited by the ancient Germanic peoples, and the day of the week Wednesday bears his name in many Germanic languages, including in English.

In Old English texts, Odin holds a particular place as a euhemerized ancestral figure among royalty, and he is frequently referred to as a founding figure among various other Germanic peoples, such as the Langobards. Forms of his name appear frequently throughout the Germanic record, though narratives regarding Odin are mainly found in Old Norse works recorded in Iceland, primarily around the 13th century. These texts make up the bulk of modern understanding of Norse mythology.

Old Norse texts portray Odin as one-eyed and long-bearded, frequently wielding a spear named Gungnir and wearing a cloak and a broad hat. He is often accompanied by his animal companions and familiars—the wolves Geri and Freki and the ravens Huginn and Muninn, who bring him information from all over Midgard—and rides the flying, eight-legged steed Sleipnir across the sky and into the underworld. Odin is the son of Bestla and Borr and has two brothers, Vili and Vé. Odin is attested as having many sons, most famously the gods Thor (with Jörð) and Baldr (with Frigg), and is known by hundreds of names. In these texts he frequently seeks greater knowledge, at times in disguise (most famously by obtaining the Mead of Poetry), makes wagers with his wife Frigg over the outcome of exploits, and takes part both in the creation of the world by way of slaying the primordial being Ymir and in giving the gift of life to the first two humans Ask and Embla. Odin has a particular association with Yule, and he provides mankind with knowledge of both the runes and poetry, giving Odin aspects of the culture hero.

Odin is a frequent subject of interest in Germanic studies, and scholars have advanced numerous theories regarding his development. Some of these focus on Odin's particular relation to other figures; for example, the fact that Freyja's husband Óðr appears to be something of an etymological doublet of the god, whereas Odin's wife Frigg is in many ways similar to Freyja, and that Odin has a particular relation to the figure of Loki. Other approaches focus on Odin's place in the historical record, a frequent question being whether the figure of Odin derives from Proto-Indo-European mythology, or whether he developed later in Germanic society. In the modern period the figure of Odin has inspired numerous works of poetry, music, and other cultural expressions. He is venerated in most forms of the new religious movement Heathenry, together with other gods venerated by the ancient Germani Odin, also called Wodan, Woden, or Wotan, one of the principal gods in Norse mythology. His exact nature and role, however, are difficult to determine because of the complex picture of him given by the wealth of archaeological and literary sources. The Roman historian Tacitus stated that the Teutons worshiped Mercury; and because dies Mercurii (“Mercury’s day”) was identified with Wednesday (“Woden’s day”), there is little doubt that the god Woden (the earlier form of Odin) was meant. Though Woden was worshiped preeminently, there is not sufficient evidence of his cult to show whether it was practiced by all the Teutonic tribes or to enable conclusions to be drawn about the nature of the god. Later literary sources, however, indicate that at the end of the pre-Christian period Odin was the principal god in Scandinavia.

From earliest times Odin was a war god, and he appeared in heroic literature as the protector of heroes; fallen warriors joined him in Valhalla. The wolf and the raven were dedicated to him. His magical horse, Sleipnir, had eight legs, teeth inscribed with runes, and the ability to gallop through the air and over the sea. Odin was the great magician among the gods and was associated with runes. He was also the god of poets. In outward appearance he was a tall, old man, with flowing beard and only one eye (the other he gave in exchange for wisdom). He was usually depicted wearing a cloak and a wide-brimmed hat and carrying a spear.

JEROME

As everyone knows, what Circe wanted, Circe got. When she set her sights on The father of Gods, Odin nothing would stop her. Odin, the God seen a beautiful God who could help him win his battles with her potions. Little did he know she would trick him, and keep him at her island for months while the plan all along was to impregnate her with a son. One she would cherish above all. He would be a brother to Thor. Only his powers would be that of not onky strength, he was a sorcerer as well. Jerome is out going, the life of the party. He has many abilities and ones he is still finding he has. He isn't like Father, or his Mother and is actually a nice guy with a huge heart. Yiu fuck with what's his, or family and he will make you pay.

 

[nikaido94]

Helios Rising Heroes - Oscar Bale Character Story - Part 1

Translation of Oscar Bale First Character Story

Oscar : ...Oh? Brad-sama?

Thank you for your hard work today. You’re back already, I thought you wouldn’t be until late at night today, too.

Brad : I simply wrapped up the meeting with the higher-ups. The matter we were talking about was going anywhere, so there’s nothing I can do right now.

Oscar : Is that so? Then, please spend your time relaxing, it’s a day off after all.

Brad : Yeah. Don’t mind me,  just continue taking care of your pet.

Oscar : Ah… Even if you say “taking care”, I’m just feeding him .

I wonder if he still hasn’t gotten used to the new environment, when I try touching him his spines point up.  As I suspected, hedgehogs are a hurdle...

Brad : You found him, so take responsibility and raise him.

Well then, I’ll go take a shower for the time being.

Oscar : Yes, sir!

(…… Isn’t this the first time Brad-sama is properly taking a day off?

He does not only carry out his duties as a mentor, but as a leader and a hero, too, so he has no time to rest.

Even though I served the Beams family for a long time, there is a limit to what I can do. Brad-sama would tell me not to poke my nose into his stuff.)

I want to become useful to Brad-sama, more than just taking care of the hedgehog and the rookies.

… Ohh. Did that offend you, Alexander? You’re suddenly throwing tantrums?

Okay. I take it back, so please open your heart a bit more.

Brad : Oscar. What’s that thing stuck to the refrigerator?

Oscar : That thing…? Aah, you mean the paper with “Don’t put shiitake in here!” written on it?

It looks like it was Akira’s doing. He seems to hate shiitake for some reason…

Yesterday when we were training, he was talking with plenty of confidence about issuing a shiitake ban or something.

Brad : ……

Oscar : I can take that off if it annoys you, and make sure the same thing won’t happen again.

Brad : How will you control that?

Oscar : That’s… I’ll warn him using my strength...

Brad : It’s unnecessary.

Oscar : Yes, sir! I’ll just leave that note for now, then.

Ah… speaking of refrigerators…  It seems that Akira ate the lobster that I’ve bought and kept in reserve.

Brad : .. The lobster that disappeared when we were thinking of eating it?

Oscar : Yes. It seems he cooked and ate it without permission on the day he joined.

It was before I taught him about HELIOS detailed system, so I just let that go. If he does that again next time, I’ll scold him without mercy…

Brad : It’s important to set conditions and make them comply. Looking out for the rookies is up to you. Just do whatever you see fit.

Oscar : Yes, thank you very much.

Brad : It seems you started to open up a little.

Oscar : You mean, me and the rookies…?

Brad : Yes, that’s right. From what I see as a mentor, you don’t have much experience as a hero. This is your first time instructing your juniors, isn’t it? I worried about it a little, but I’m relieved that there are no remarkably major problems.

Oscar : Eh… Have I worried you, Brad-sama?

I’m taking care of the rookies to lessen your burden, or perhaps I should say so that you won’t have to worry about unnecessary things and yet…  I’m sorry, Brad-sama.

Brad : Don’t apologize. You aren’t a burden at all. It’s because I trust you.

You’ve served the Beams family for about 8 years... You’ve grown so much, you with that glint in your eyes like a wolf in the wild.

Oscar : Please don’t flatter me that much... I was simply desperate, and poorly educated.

But, if  you think so, I’m happy. Well, when I think about that time it’s certainly kind of nostalgic.

Akira and Will right now...  and Keith-san, when I look at them it reminds me of that... I feel a bit jealous of them.

Brad : Jealous? What do you mean?

Oscar : I can’t say that clearly… I’m jealous that they are being scolded by you, Brad-sama?

Brad : ……

Oscar : Ah.. That’s… That just now... I didn’t mean it in a weird way…

Brad : I understand. I’m certainly not scolding you as much right now, after all.

But if that weren’t the case, I wouldn’t be able to let you be my aide... And Keith is out of the question… I don’t want to even imagine that.

Oscar : I’m honored to hear you say that.

That aside, Brad-sama, what do you want to do today?

Brad : Right. I thought I’d finish my chores, but spending an occasional day off like that feels bland...  

I suddenly want to work up a sweat. I’m going to the training room.

Oscar : Eh… but, haven’t you just showered?

Brad : If I sweat I’ll just wash up again. I’m going to spar, so join me, Oscar.

Oscar : …! Yes, sir! Gladly!

Brad : Give it all you got.

Oscar : Please stop joking. I will win today, Brad-sama.

[wychive]

𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨

pairing(s) // hero!(he/him person of choice) x commander!reader

genre(s) // helios rising heroes!au, co-worker!au romance

warning(s) // walking late at night, mention of food

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“ah yes, the lively city of blue north”

the voice said, after a relieved sigh. leaving the headquarters behind, you walked with the rookie that was often described as ‘obnoxious’. though you wouldve described him like more of a 'lighthearted bastard’. the night breeze hit you both which made you slightly regret going for a walk with the giant. after all, he was the one who invited you.

you were sitting at your desk, tired from doing some work at the office. stretching your arms above your head, you realised everyone else had gone home - except for you and him. he looked a little beaten up from the combat that afternoon; a huge bruise covered his left bicep. it looked like it would sting but the way he kept pushing the area made it seem harmless. 

your giggle made the other get up and walk over. you were surprised at this sudden action, yet you didn’t expect much of it. maybe, a little 'goodbye’ or 'see you’ as it seemed like he was about to head back home but instead he shot a sweet smile. 

“want to go for a walk?” he asked, spontaneously. 

“what?”

“you heard me, just answer yes or no”

you were blown off by his statement so you needed a little time to process what was happening. “but i have a huge amount of work.”

“and? that doesn’t mean you can’t relax for an hour or two. come on, ill walk you back here once were done,” he persuaded in a genuine tone. you remembered what your mentor said, 'just do it, he won’t stop bothering you unless you go along’

thus, there you were, walking around with him. the sound of cars moving around and music blasting from the karaoke clubs made the journey less awkward. not to mention the amazing blue lights that made the stars seem like meaningless polka dots. you couldn’t believe what you were witnessing as you rarely go out this late, especially on a work night. imagine what you would’ve missed if you had just stayed in doing boring paperwork. 

“don’t you love the bustling city?” he asked, after some time of walking in meaningless directions. the pacing of yours and his feet slowed down upon entering the huge evergreen park that was located in the middle of it all.

“yea but i prefer something a little more calmer,” you told him. “it’s one in the morning and everyone’s still out, probably more energized than ever”

he let out a small laugh - it sounded like warm matcha tea. you grinned at the sight even though you were tired. you both walked in silence once again as the city provided some background tracks. the exit of the pathway was still a long way to go and with that, you decide to ask another question. 

you cleared your throat before saying anything. “do you often take walks like this?”

he placed his hands in the pockets of his uniform vest before answering. “no.” his answer, short and enough for your understanding. yet, you carried on, asking a secondary question.

“then why did you go for one tonight?”

“just felt like it,” his answer had a shortage of words once again, which just seemed like a repeating matter at this point. “plus, you looked like you needed one.”

his response made you stop in your tracks right before the gateway out. he stopped, too, just a few paces after your place. you both had never talked to each other before, in fact, that night was the first time you both had spoken proper sentences outside of meetings. most of the time it was just a bunch of hi’s and hello’s and suddenly he wants to care for you? 

“want to know a secret?” he asked, his voice now more gentle than before. he turned around to face you before you answered with a yes. 

“i know i won’t ever be better than the others but i still try my best. they try to put me down too, but that’s okay,” he said in a melancholic tone and ending it with a chocolate flavoured smile. you were surprised at how well he said that without stuttering or even breaking into tears. that smile, was genuine too. no sort of pain could be detected in that moment. 

“why did you tell me this?” you abruptly asked the hero. the leaves on the trees began to sway as wind danced in the moonlight. a leaf fell on your head but you stood your ground. not wanting to move before he answered your simple question with more than one word. 

“because we’re strangers. aren’t we?” he said in a relaxed tone, and for some reason that pissed you off.

“well, then isn’t it better to tell a close friend rather than a stranger you had just begin talking to?" 

"you say that and yet you trust going on a night walk with me. hypocrisy at its finest.” he was right. this made you want to slap him, but you didn’t. instead, he was the one who went back to you. you closed your eyes, nervous on what he would do to you. you felt his steps coming to a halt before your bodies could touch. you opened your eyes to find him brushing off the leaf earlier. you felt heat creeping onto your cheeks. being flustered and embarrassed wasn’t ever a good combination but why did it feel so.. tingly? like the feeling of your skin brushing against a rough surface. you were getting into something,, but you didn’t know what it was.

the walk back to the main headquarters was quiet too but instead of awkwardness, it felt comfortable as if you both were able to relate to each other. but that was impossible, considering you just started talking today…right? connections build over time,, but in this situation it seemed like time was the hare. your steps felt heavy approaching the entrance, as if your heart never wanted to leave. 

you turned to face him as you felt his gaze from the sidewalk. your smile, soft with a hint of cloud fluff. you both stood there for a while, knowing that neither would make the move to leave. the eye contact between you both felt intoxicating, the good kind. he knew it, too. well, of course he did, he’s a psycho. that bastard rushed up to you, and stood in front of you, close. 

“may i kiss you?” he asked. you nodded, agreeing to whatever he was saying. you were exhausted from the walking and all the fast heart beating he caused. yet, you were still here as he placed his lips on yours.

they were cheerful - like sun rays on a beach day or laughter of children at a playground. his hands snaked around your waist, gripping your form firmly. this felt so wrong. kissing a rookie? your mentor was going to kill you. but was it worth it? yes. fuck, you wanted to kiss him forever but alas every moment has to end. he parted with your lips as a satisfying smile appeared on his face.

you finally snapped back to reality and took your arms off his neck, but his hands were still on your waist. 

“let’s keep this between strangers,” he said before giving a small peck your lips. what the heck? was this a joke? you were confused as to what was going on once again. he filled your mind with questions not even he could answer. you wanted him to stay the night, to make him fall for you like you gradually did for him. you knew he wasn’t a player, as far as you knew, he only had one relationship and they broke it off after a year.

“do you go around kissing other people like that?” you asked, intertwining your fingers with his. 

“sometimes.”

“you’re so messed up.”

“but you were the first one who i genuinely wanted to kiss,” he answered. there he goes again, with the meaningless sentences that could end his life in a second. he was reckless and oh so stupid but god, was he charming. he finally pulled his hand away from yours, signalling it was time to say goodbye. 

“see you never, stranger,” he exclaimed as he reached the sidewalk. he waved goodbye and so did you. as you sat back down on your desk, all that you could think about was him and only him. kissing a stranger was an experience you always wanted to have, yet you were there half regretting it. you kept feeling your lips after that, wanting to light the other matches in that matchbox of emotions. you wanted so much more but nothing else ever happened between you both. 

everything returned as to what had happened before, just greetings and meetings. but this time, butterflies appeared in your stomach whenever you locked eyes with him. it was frustrating to you but he seemed relaxed as ever. stolen glances would make you hope for another good spark, but alas there were none.  after all, you did fall in love with a stranger. 

[heliosrisingheroesimagines]

Hiii! Can we get red chrysanthemums, sunflower, fennel, peony and pink camellia for gray? If that’s too much feel free to leave some out 💚

Gray Reverse:

🌻fennel: what are their kisses like? where do they like to be kissed the most? 

Gray’s kisses reminded you of butterflies, soft, gentle, a true blink and you’ll miss it moment as he fluttered close one second but was a million miles away in another. He seemed hesitant even when you made the first move, as if he thought you might just be teasing him and you revoke the privilege at any time. His cautious attitude fits with the rest of him but you do feel a little sad that he doesn’t take the initiative more often, hoping once you build his confidence up a bit more he’ll get a little bolder when it comes to exchanging kisses with you.

The least stressful place to be kissed is the top of his head, so Gray preferred there while he got used to being in a relationship with someone who wanted to kiss him. Not having to see your face or recognize how close you are to him certainly helped some of his nerves, but then your smell would fill his nose and he’d begin to sweat. He never knew if he was reacting the way he should or if you noticed how anxious he was, but it was never because of your own actions, more from his inexperience leading to a head full of doubts.

🌻peony: how do they get their s/o to blush? how does their s/o make them blush?

Making you blush tended to be when Gray was relaxed, gushing to you about this or that, showing you that precious smile of his that always had your heart fluttering. Seeing him trust you was overwhelming, his honesty appreciated and encouraged, though you’re at your most flustered when Jet is the one who comes out to play. He always left you speechless on Gray’s behalf, much bolder with his flirting and leaving Gray reeling over how to apologize properly to you.

Just exist within Gray’s thoughts and the man is a blushing mess. The thought of something you did a year ago would still have the power to fluster Gray, allowing him to get lost in memories of you when he needed a distraction from his anxieties. It’s embarrassing to be reactive the way he is to everything you do but the fact you call it cute (which only made his face grow hotter) made him feel a little better about how weak his heart was when it came to you.

🌻pink camellia: how do they react when their s/o is gone for a week? a month?

Thankfully, Gray being so sensitive to everything about you meant that he could get lost in memories and still feel like you were close, even when you were out of reach. You weren’t offended that the memories bring him comfort because you know Gray always wanted to make new ones, and the thought of him being sad that you were gone would have you never leaving his side again (which might not be possible with the job you have). Anything longer than a week leaves him a little restless, with Gray trying even more to throw himself into training and his hero work to keep himself distracted from worrying about you.

🌻red chrysanthemums: how long does it take for them to say ‘i love you’?

Be patient, as those three little words are a hard hurdle for Gray to jump over; he wants to scream it out after every cute thing that you do, but he doesn't want to chase you away so early in the relationship. It would mostly be his confidence issues speaking to him, telling him he doesn’t deserve to love you and expect the same sentiment to be returned. He’s forever working himself out of old habits like psyching himself out and not taking risks, knowing he had to move out of his comfort zone for the sake of your relationship. It’ll still be awhile before Gray manages to spit it out but he’ll make the moment extra special and you’ll see a side of him that you’d never seen before.

🌻sunflower: how would they confess their feelings to their crush?

Gray was working off an adrenaline rush, with Billy hyping him up to chase after his dreams and do what he felt is right in the moment. The minute Gray had you in his sights, with your full attention now on him, the temporary confidence crumbled and now he had no idea what to do. He was floundering, stuttering out excuses that make no sense, wishing he could just disappear into the floor. But now that you were looking at him expectantly he knew he had to swallow his fear and just spit it out, since Billy had promised to be there for him should anything bad happen during his confession.

[dajaregambler]

HeliosR - Tonight at 8 o’clock, at that place (drama track)

Translation of the drama track "Tonight at 8 o’clock, at that place" featured on the CD of Helios Rising Heroes ED Second Season Vol.1.

This is my first time posting a HeliosR drama track translation, if there are any mistakes due to potential mishearing, please do notify me about it. I mostly TL'd it by intense repetitive listening.

I might dabble in some others that I personally really enjoy and think it's crucial character lore(tm), but for now drama track TLs for Helios are mostly a side gig for the fun.

(Opening) 

Victor: Tonight at 8 o’clock, at that place

(Drama track start)

Gast: (This is pretty sudden but I, Gast Adler, am currently at a sushi bar in Green East. As to how I ended up here, I have no idea myself. The other members I’m with are Doc, Jay and also Brad. No but why, like seriously, why the hell did I get invited out here?) 

Jay: Brad, Gast. Many thanks for accepting Victor and I’s invitation today. Man, talking about aquariums with Victor made me crave some sushi.

Gast: (No, no, no, why!? Why did talkin’ about aquariums make you wanna eat some sushi? Is that normal? Or am I overthinkin’ this?)

Victor: How unbelievable, I wouldn’t have imagined appreciation for marine life would take a sudden turn to sushi.

Gast: (Oh thank god, I ain’t the only one. Didn’t think Doc would be on the same page as me, but thank god!)

Brad: I appreciate the invitation. I had been interested in conveyor belt sushi since this place opened its doors in Little Tokyo.　

Jay: Haha, can’t leave Brad out when it comes to sushi. Not a chance we wouldn’t have invited you.

Victor: It’s my first time eating conveyor belt sushi. For what reason would one go out of their way to make sushi get transported in such a manner?

Brad: Originally, sushi had a strong luxurious image to it, thus as a result of trying to make it more affordable for the general public, conveyor belt sushi was born.

Incidentally, the idea of serving sushi in such a way had come from how they used said machinery in factories. 

Jay: Hahaha, look at you go Brad. Usually you keep it cool but when it comes to sushi, your passion bursts out.

Gast: Huh, so Brad likes sushi. Think Akira told me ‘bout it before. Makes sense as to why Brad would get invited, but why did I get called out here today?

Jay: Ah that’s because---

Victor: You just so happened to be there, that’s all.

Gast: Eh?

Victor: Since Jay invited Brad, I was told to take someone with me too. Without anyone coming to mind in particular, I coincidentally ran into Gast, you, first while walking in the hallway.

Gast: J-just so…?

Victor: Is there anything?

Gast: Not really!? Nothin’ at all. Like nothin’ at all.

Gast: (Was wonderin’ there was something due to how I was suddenly called over but, to think he seriously just took me along like that. S’giving me some mixed feelings though.

Well, that's how things go normally? It’s true I tagged along ‘cuz I had nothin’ to do. If that’s how it is, then I’ll have my fill of sushi and go home.)

-

Jay: Your short courses on substance are great, but why not throw in some classes about fish for the kids at the aquarium too? How about it, Professor Fish?

Victor: You’re tenacious, Jay. Please stop with calling me that.

Jay: Hahaha, sorry, sorry! Can’t wipe that scene from the kids calling you so from my mind though.

Victor: Good grief…

Gast: Huh, Doc and Jay surprisingly get along pretty well.

Jay: We’ve been getting along for quite a while, you know! Especially from the time we both got admitted to Helios. 

Gast: So when you were a rookie? That’s amazin’.

Victor: We did indeed interact, although I’m unsure if it’s correct to frame it as being on good terms.

Jay: Wha- Don’t say something so lonely now, Victor! You know we were there for each other during our tough time as rookies. 

Gast: When Jay was a rookie then… Doc was, uh… 

Victor: I was about 13 years old back then. Just as Jay, I joined the research department at Helios early.

Gast: I see! So Doc had a time like that too, eh. I totally can’t imagine it though.

Jay: Wanna hear about what kind of boy Victor was?

Victor: It’s not your place to discuss that, Jay.

Jay: Huh!? You won’t let me talk about it!? Even though we’re having such a blast tonight. Brad’s curious about it too, no?

Brad: Well, it’s not right to disregard him. I agree with Victor on that front.

However, personally speaking I am interested about both of your pasts. It’s not often I get to hear you talk about such things, which honestly makes me happy when you do. 

Jay: Exactly, exactly! You get it, Brad. You’re enjoying your sushi, no? Make sure to eat to your heart's content since we’re here after all.

Brad: Yeah. Gast, is it to your taste?

Gast: Ah, yeah. Been havin’ my fill since earlier, the salmon’s so tasty I’m on my 10th plate already!

Brad: I see, that’s good then.

Gast: (Man, s’kinda feeling like a waste to just eat sushi and head home. Thinking ‘bout it for a sec, everyone here ‘cept me are all major heroes. Reminiscing about the past is nice and all, but there’s also lotsa things I’d like to ask.

Guess I’ll air out some of my worries now that I got the chance.)

Victor: What’s the matter, Gast? Your chopsticks froze in place.

Gast: Er- How should I go on ‘bout being more reliable for my team members? Everyone here are adults from the 13th gen, and all have this dependable vibe- in my opinion.

That’s why I wanted to try askin’…

Jay: Nice one, Gast. These are the types of questions you should come at with full force.

Let’s see, I recommend following Brad’s example in this case. As a Mentor Leader he’s leading the 13th generation, which makes him quite dependable.

Brad, if there’s any advice you got, lay it out on him.

Brad: When it comes to earning the people’s trust, I believe Jay to be the most suitable example to follow.

The idea of Mentor Leader is a mere title in comparison. Jay operates without it, and is trusted by friends and allies, being someone you can rely on. I tried to follow Jay’s teachings myself.

It’s no exaggeration to claim that’s where my roots come from.

Jay: Guh- It’s kind of embarrassing when you put it like that… It’s true that I taught you, but you’ve been firm on your feet ever since your days as a rookie. 

Victor: It’s true that there’s a difference in types, I’d even go as far to say that they’re both extreme variants. Neither can you deny that both Jay and Brad are suitable to be leaders.

Brad is the character of order, a leader that exemplifies what oneself ought to be. Jay on the other hand garners respect, a leader that leads the people- is what I would say.

I can’t clearly say which Gast resembles closely, however since there are many different types, I think it’d be best to look at the good points of each respectively, and apply it to yourself. 

Gast: Apply the good points, huh… I wanna be a bit more reliable but it ain’t like I wanna become a leader.

Victor: Is that so? I do believe that you have it in you though. On the same aptitude as these two, even.

Gast: Huh?

(*mysterious distance noises*)

Jay: Huh, what’s that noise?

Victor: It sounds like something’s on the move. Which is that train-like object heading over here…!?

Brad: Sorry… This is… the sushi train I ordered.

Jay, Victor & Gast: Sushi train!?

Brad: I’ve heard this is something unique to conveyor belt sushi, so I’ve been curious about it for a while… Although I had no idea there would be an actual train…

Jay: Ooh, it’s a toy train. The sushi’s hitching a ride on each cart. 

Victor: It seems to be an item from the kids menu. 

Brad: U-ugh…

Jay: Pay no mind, Brad! For today- or rather, amongst us, there’s no need to worry!

Victor: Indeed. You can ask for whatever you’d like after all.

Brad: T-that’s not the problem here…

Gast: (Huuuh, so that’s how Brad gets when he’s with these two. Kinda hard to imagine when keeping in mind how the Mentor Leader’s usually like. It’s a given with these people though.)

Jay: Gast, don’t sweat the details either and just kick back and relax.

Gast: Eh?

Jay: You’re somewhat similar to Brad in a way. Out of all the rookies you came with the most maturity, and I often brought up to Brad how you might have an issue that would be hard to talk about at that time. 

Brad: Yeah.

Gast: Huh!?

Jay: Victor, you’ve honestly had that on your mind too, which is why you invited him, no?

Gast: EEEEEH!?

Victor: How many times have I told you to stop talking on my behalf now.

Jay: Ahahahaha, my bad! After all said and done it was a worthwhile outing for Gast, you think so too don’t you?

Victor: Sigh. 

Gast: (What… so in the end there WAS a reason I got invited!? Or there wasn’t!? Gaah, I don’ really get it- but I mean, I’m glad I was asked to.

Ate some tasty sushi, and I was able to hang out with mentors I don’ usually have to do much with. Since I’m here, might as well take ‘em up on their offer for today and go all out enjoying myself while kickin’ it back.

Just kidding♪)

[thatfanfictionchick]

MLQC SONG LIST

Does that make sense? Basically, songs I hear that I think fit different characters.

I’m a chronic over-explainer so, some of them fit because of the lyrics. Some of them fit more for the tone or the general feel it inspires, ya know?

There will probably be regular updates to this. 

[Gavin]

One Thing Right - Marshmello w/Kane Brown (MC, obvs)

T-Shirt - Thomas Rhett (morning aaafteeeerrr)

Just Like Fire - Pink

Gone, Gone, Gone - Phillip Phillips

Crush - David Archuleta 

South Of The Border - Ed Sheeran/Camila Cabello w/Cardi B (that Mediterranean Date, y’all)

I’ll Be - Edwin McCain (this one was a little hard because I feel like it could fit all the guys, but “I’ll be better when I’m older” is so uniquely Gavin)

[Shaw]

Accidentally In Love - Counting Crows

Every Storm (Runs Out of Rain) - Gary Allan

When Your Heart Stops Beating - +44

[Kiro]

10000 Hours - Dan + Shay, Justin Bieber (I’ve seen other people use this song to describe Kiro and they’re all right)

Drag Me Down - One Direction

Tell Me You Love Me - Demi Lovato (Kiro can’t be perfect all the time, and at those times when he feels low he needs reassurance)

Hanging By The Moment - Lifehouse

Slide - Goo Goo Dolls

Geronimo - Sheppard

Intentions - Justin Bieber feat. Quavo

Like You Love Me - Tauren Wells

Fire And Dynamite - Drew Holcomb and the Neighbors

[Helios]

When Legends Rise - Godsmack (y’all have seen that bloodied Helios karma yeah?)

Little Talks - Of Monsters and Men

I’m With You - Avril Lavigne (MC & Helios, makes me think of that bone-deep sadness of finding someone you don’t know anymore)

Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes

The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy (Kiro into Helios: “I’m gonna change you like a remix, then I’ll raise you like a phoenix”)

[Victor]

Love Someone - Lukas Graham

Wherever You Will Go - The Calling

Right Here Waiting - Richard Marx (that Victor-going-to-the-future period hurts man)

Boulevard Of Broken Dreams - Green Day (in-the-future Vic again)

Graveyard - Halsey (MC & Victor)

You And Me - Lifehouse (the man loves hard alright)

Adore You - Harry Styles (okay but imagine Victor taking MC to some private beach destination and then they never leave the bungalow)

Never Let You Down - The Verve Pipe

Bubbly - Colbie Caillat (he's soft for MC okay??)

Nobody But You - Blake Shelton/Gwen Stefani

[Lucien]

Anti-Hero - Sekai No Owari

Memories - Maroon 5 (”there’s a time that I remember when I did not know no pain, now my heart feel like December when somebody say your name”)

Iris - Goo Goo Dolls (don’t cry...don’t cry...)

I’m Still Here - Goo Goo Dolls (cries really, really hard)

Cradles - Sub Urban (general creep and melancholy + “honesty is a one way gate to hell, I wanna taste consumption”)

Dissolve - Absofacto

Alligator - Of Monsters and Men

Joker And The Thief - Wolfmother 

Halo - Beyonce

Bad Blood - Taylor Swift

[MC]

Higher Love - Whitney Houston, Kygo remix

Dance Monkey - TONES and I (she always seems to be stuck on someone else’s stage)

Fight Song - Rachel Platten 

Brave - Sara Bareilles

Invisible Touch - Genesis (how does she manage to get all these high profile guys wound around her little finger??)

Absolutely - Nine Days

How Far We've Come - Matchbox Twenty

[aminathescorpio]

No Bright Stars

Hey guys! This is a work I’ve already posted on ao3, but decided to publish it here to give to @faevorite-main-blog. She’s such a sweet person, and I love talking to her! It’s not really long (like 3k words) and I hope you enjoy it :D

Draco had the world at his fingertips, spilling into his palms. But not anymore. It is rather hard to balance the world in your palms when you cannot balance yourself. But nobody can anymore.

Eight year Hogwarts is bittersweet. Mostly bitter. He is surviving off a Ministry-issued wand and his wits, which are not very useful anymore. The jinxes sent his way are usually mild, like a stick-fast hex or stinging jinx, but usually not serious. Of course, every once in a while, some fools decide to go farther, like physically assault him. Of course it hurts, but Draco focuses on the galaxies spinning in his head, and each time they land a blow, a star explodes, creating a supernova.

He imagines the stars in the Draco constellation erupting one by one until there is nothing left of it, of him.

He never cries out, for that would be a sign of weakness, and Malfoys do not show weakness.

Classes are alright. Most teachers generally ignore him. For once, the lack of attention makes him grateful.

He eats, he sleeps. The schedule never differs.

His dreams are filled with star clouds, burning their image into his eyelids. He dreams of constellations forming the Dark Mark, then one by one the stars etch themselves onto his skin until there is no difference between pain and glory and  the surreal reality of dreams.

He wakes up in a cold sweat. He casts a Tempus charm. It is still 4 am.

He rises. Dawns his robes and walks slowly out of the Eighth-Year dorms. He walks until he knows where his feet are taking him.

The astronomy tower is especially quiet today. He sits and watches. He watches as the sun rises, casting its unearthly glow across the castle, marked with war. He can feel the sun breathing into him, filling him with its glow until he is full and cannot take anymore.

Today is a weekend. He’s done all his homework already. He sits and watches the sun make its slow ascent until it is almost noon. He sits in his thin robes and his silk pajamas looking at the mighty Ra, Helios, Phoebus, Sol climb up the sky in their glorious ascent.

He doesn’t leave until lunch time, when everyone is in the Great Hall. He sneaks to his room, using the secret passageways he used in his sixth year.

He showers, changes to his uniform and walks away. Not to eat, but to dream. He walks up the stairs until he reaches the seventh floor. He paces. He says nothing, but the doors still appear for him.

As he walks inside, he is amazed. There is nothing except galaxies in the night sky and stars in their glory and hazy fogs and asteroid belts and cold moons.

He is surprised that it still works, and that he cannot see the burns and the sears of the Fiendfyre curse against the walls.

He does nothing except sit down and marvel the cosmos. He does not need food. He does not need drink. He needs nothing now. His belly is filled with stars and planets. He does not need to breathe, for the universe will sustain him. He needs nothing but the beauty of the heavens and the celestial planets and he can live forever floating with content.

He stays in the Room of Requirement until midnight.

When he leaves, the want of the real world comes crashing down on him. He is famished and parched and stiff from sitting down all day. He staggers down the stairs, until he reaches the basement. He walks slowly until he gets to the kitchens. The elves are not there. Perhaps they retire at night, too.

He walks the whole length of the kitchen. There is still food about. He picks up a steak-and-kidney pie, a bottle of butterbeer and a green apple.

He sits on the kitchen floor, eating in the silence, staring up at the stars he cannot see. He does not flinch when Harry Potter comes in.

The Chosen One has obviously had his life on track. The hero, his little trio, and his girlfriend. The perfect life. Of course, Draco knows that this is not entirely the case, but he wants a reason to be jealous.

“Malfoy.” Potter breathes out. Draco looks away from the stars and turns to meet him. With the perfect façade of indifference he arches an eyebrow cooly.

Potter looks rather flustered. “What are you doing here?”

“I could say the same for you.” He replies. “Where’s your girlfriend?” Draco asks, not meanly.

“Er, we broke up a while ago.”

“Oh.” He says, genuinely surprised.

Potter looks at him for a minute longer, then walks away, probably to get some food.

A minute later, he walks back towards Draco, a plate with treacle tart in his hands. He plops himself down rather roughly next to Draco. Draco pretends not to notice, and looks up again, admiring the stars he cannot see. However, for some reason, the ceiling starts to shimmer and then he can see the night sky and the twinkling orbs against the midnight blue backdrop.

Stunned, he turns to Potter, abandoning his pie. Potter looks rather embarrassed.

“I’m not stalking you or anything! It’s just that, well, today I went to the Room of Requirement. I don’t know why, but I saw you. You weren’t moving or anything. You were just floating in the air surrounded by stars and stuff. You looked really... peaceful.” He admits.

Draco finally stops staring at him and looks back up at the sky, admiring the stars he can see.

“Thank you.” He hesitates. “Harry.”

Harry smiles at him, and he soars in to the heavens once more.

“No problem. Draco.” He replies. Together, they eat and drink to their heart’s content. They do not say anything, for the silence of new friendship is great and fragile, and it would not do to break it so early.

The day after is a surprise for Draco. He is in the library, reading, when Harry comes.

“Hey Draco!” He says rather loudly, making everyone stare at him and Harry, confused.

Harry ignores them and plops himself in front of Draco’s empty table. Draco is shocked.

“Have you done the Charms assignment? I have no idea what to do, and Hermione’s not helping me with it.”

And just like that, the friendship clicks into place.

The following weeks are both better and worse for Draco. Better because of Harry, and now his little trio too. Granger Hermione is an absolute diamond, and she and him now often have intellectual debates. Weasley isn’t as welcoming, but he is still courteous nevertheless (mostly due to Hermione keeping him in line.) He definitely isn’t a part of their trio, but now he has friends. Most of the Slytherins in their year didn’t come back, and the only ones that did never talked to him much. He still talked to Pansy and Blaise, but only through owls, and if he was lucky enough, the Floo.

It is worse because the bullying has become worse too. Of course, normally, Draco wouldn’t let this affect him, but it is very hard to think of galaxies while being hexed so badly he can’t even stand. People accuse him of doing something to Harry, even though there was no way he could have, with his wand and his probation.

Of course, people always need to blame someone. Once, Smith even used the Cruciatus curse on him, and he couldn’t help but scream and beg, but Smith was merciless and used it countless times until Harry burst in and beat the shit out of him. At that point, Draco was barely conscious, but he remembered the way Harry’s knuckles had been covered in blood, the way it took three people plus several restraining charms to hold him down. Then he faded into black, illuminated softly with the stars.

He wakes up grasping the sheets and sitting up abruptly. He looks around, frantic. He’s in on a hospital bed. In the hospital wing. Then he starts to feel the after-effects of the curse. He groans.

He looks up. It’s nighttime. Without thinking, he stands up from his bed, even though his body screams in protest. He walks until he reaches the astronomy tower. He is alone. He sits and looks up at the stars, drinking in the scene. He drinks and drinks until he is content. He can feel the stardust in his belly, the liquid light in his veins. He breathes in, then out. He is at peace.

He trudges back to the hospital wing at half past six to get his books and his bag. Madame Pomfrey is worried, but she doesn’t hassle him too much. As he is about to leave, she slips him a little tub. He opens it, and the smell of ointment hits his nose.

“For minor injuries. She whispers. Draco is surprised. Then he smiles.

“Thank you.” He says. She beams. “Anytime!”

He walks away from the hospital with a smile on his face.

Breakfast is quiet. He eats some toast. As he scans the Hall, he catches Harry looking at him. Harry smiles, and Draco smiles back.

It is Monday, so he has classes. First period is double Potions, which really should be illegal. He walks into the dungeons, determined not to become moody. He only gets one tripping jinx.

“Good morning class!” Slughorn booms. Draco listens as the bigger man talks about the potion they are brewing (Amortentia) and how it is important to their grades. They will brew it in pairs over the course of nine days. After that, they’re going to brew the extremely challenging Felix Felicis to make up the rest of their grade.

Since there are 13 people in their Potions class, Draco starts to get ready to work by himself. He doesn’t mind, after all it reduces the risk of-

“Hey Draco?” He looks up and sees Harry looking down at him.

“Wanna pair up?”

Draco is shocked for a moment, before snapping out of it.

“Sure.” He smiles.

Draco leaves to get the ingredients while Harry sets up the cauldron. As he reaches for the powdered moonstone, someone shoved into him and he trips.

“Are you fucking blind?” He asks, annoyed. He looks up and sees a Hufflepuff. Macmillan, he thinks. Normally, he would keep quiet, but he has had it with these people and all their shit.

Macmillan sneers at him. “Fuck off, Malfoy.”

“Go fuck a troll, Macmillan.” Draco snaps. He gets the moonstone and stomps away, annoyed.

He starts to arrange the ingredients around the gold cauldron.

“Ok let’s start grinding the peppermint flower heads.” He says. Harry taps his shoulder.

“What?” He asks roughly.

“You’re finally coming back.” Harry smiles. Draco opens his mouth, then closes it. He flushes. But it is true. His old self-confident nature is coming back. It makes him feel familiar again, like this is just first year and he’s being rejected a handshake and a friendship. He smiles, nostalgic.

The rest of the lesson is spent in silence, with them adding the peppermint, moonstone and rose thorns in silence. At the end of the period, they take the cauldron to the back of the class and cover it with a silk cloth. They agree that they’ll both check on it after dinner for the next week to stir it and add the final ingredients.

“Thanks for pairing with me.” Draco says genuinely.

“Christ, you’re becoming more like Luna.” Harry says, bewildered. Draco freezes for a moment, then laughs.

Harry hesitates, then starts to laugh too.

“Perhaps I am.” Draco admits. “Honestly, it isn’t actually that bad.”

He and Harry talk all the way to Arithmancy, where Draco has his next class. As  Harry leaves, Draco feels lightheaded. The stars were doing their magic.

Arithmancy goes by smoothly, and Draco has a free period now. He walks around the castle, looking around wherever he goes. He takes twists and turns he is unfamiliar with, until he is in a section of the castle that he hasn’t seen before.

It’s filled with abandoned classrooms, covered in cobwebs. He wanders around aimlessly, looking around. In one classroom, he sees yellow feathers strewn on the floor, though he can’t imagine why they’re there.

He walks into a particular classroom that has a beautiful view of the Quidditch fields. Draco wonders if he can ever go back to playing again. Besides, he had wanted to become a professional player. He was talented on a broom, even though he bought his way in.

Maybe he will.

He spends the rest of the free period trying to locate his way out of the mysterious halls. He finally finds a hidden staircase which leads him to one of the the main staircases.

He makes his way down for lunch in the Great Hall. He doesn’t eat much, just a tomato sandwich and a bit of lemonade. Harry waves at him from across the Hall. He waves back.

On the way to Charms, someone trips him. In response, he whirls around and snarls “Trip me again and you’ll regret it.”

He says it so fiercely that the Gryffindork actually backs up. Draco tilts his chin up and walks away imperiously. He can hear people mutter, but he doesn’t care. He walks proudly all the way to Charms, then deflates a little. Once he enters inside, he spots an empty table and starts to walk there when a hand yanks him back into another empty seat. He’s about to curse when he notices Harry, Hermione and Weasley sitting with him. Harry’s hand is on his wrist.

“Come sit with us.” Harry says. In that moment, Draco absolutely loves him because he isn’t saying it with pity, but just nonchalantly, like they do this everyday.

“Alright.” He says. Hermione smiles, and Weasley surprisingly grins at him. Perhaps she finally knocked some sense into him.

He’s starting to like having friends all over again. They’re much more fun than stars.

Charms is amazing. Draco spends the next ninety minutes laughing and smiling as Harry and Ron fail spectacularly to cast an illusion of a cat dancing on top of a water fountain. Of course, Hermione gets in her first try. It takes Draco two tries to get it. It takes Harry and Ron the whole period to even get the cat. The four of them leave the classroom happily. They spend their break on the abandoned staircase, making jokes and laughing. Afterwards, Hermione leaves for Ancient Runes, while Ron goes to the common room for his free period and Harry and Draco leave for Transfiguration.

McGonagall simply tells them to revise in pairs on human transfiguration, which leads to groans, which leads to a silencing stare by McGonagall. She morphs into a cat and sits on her desk, watching them for the rest of the class.

As they practice on each other, Harry somehow manages to turn Draco’s hair purple. He nearly shrieks, and in retaliation he turns Harry’s nose bright red.

Harry gasps, then turns Draco’s eyebrows pink.

After a while, they are both a multitude of colors that cause people to stare and whisper.

If McGonagall noticed (which she most likely did) she didn’t comment.

For once, Draco doesn’t care. He looks at Harry, with his yellow hair and red nose and blue eyebrows and purple eyes and feels something turn deep within him, like a star being born. He can feel the star being formed in his core, but this star is love, not quite platonic and not quite romantic either. He can feel the burst in his belly, and knows that the love is pure, for the one that rescued him from his misery, for sooner or later he sure would have pitched himself off the astronomy tower from sheer madness.

He waits until they walk out of class along a hidden staircase.

The old Draco would try to hide it away, but the old Draco never did anything right. Draco will be the new Draco, and share a piece of the star with Harry, even if he doesn’t want it, for he has many, many more.

“I love you.” He says simply. Harry looks shocked.

“It is not quite romantic, not quite platonic either. It is simply love, and I wish to share it with you.” Draco says.

Harry looks stunned. Draco can feel the rejection before he says it.

“It is alright. Perhaps I can-“

He doesn’t finish before Harry pulls him towards his body and effectively shuts him up by kissing him. It is short, but pure and full of star dust and the origins of the cosmos and everything everything.

“I think I love you too.” Harry says. He looks strangely flushed. Draco looks at his body and notices that Harry is half an inch taller than him, and broader too. Draco places a hand on his chest and feels for the soft beating of muscle under his robes. It is strangely quickening, but beating strong nonetheless. He looks up to Harry, and they have their second kiss.

They don’t have anymore classes, so they spend their time walking around the grounds, talking and kissing like there’s no tomorrow.

By the time they go back to the Great Hall for dinner, it’s hustling and bustling and nobody notices them slip in. For the first time, Draco sits at the Gryffindor table. People stare and whisper, but he’s on top of the world now. Hermione has a wicked gleam in her eye, while Ron is just confused as to why they’ve been AWOL for the whole afternoon. Harry snickers and grasps Draco’s hand tightly under the table. Draco squeezes back.

After dinner, they go to check on their potion. It’s started to develop that characteristic sheen. They stir it seven times anti-clockwise, and put it back to stew.

“It’s starting to look normal.” Harry says.

“Of course it is. My potion brewing skills are impeccable.” Draco says, not haughtily. Harry laughs and bends for a quick kiss.

“Git.” Harry murmurs against his lips.

“At least I’m a sexy one.” At that, Harry laughs out loud, making Draco laugh too.

They walk out of the dungeons and walk wordlessly to the Room of Requirement. It opens for them once they pace. As before, it’s filled with spinning galaxies and brilliant nebulas.

“This is home.” Draco says. And Harry kisses him and one by one, the stars explode, searing them and filling them with light, until they are glowing through the cracks in their skin, and they are everything.

Then they talk. They talk about their lives, and mainly the War. It is hard, and there are quite a few tears, but they manage to let it out and that’s what matters most.

As they talk, they stargaze. Draco points out his constellation. It has no bright stars.

“Perhaps you can make them yourself.” Harry says. Then they kiss, and they fail to notice that in the Draco constellation, the stars twinkle and gleam, for they have made the bright stars for themselves.

[circe-poetica]

Asteroid Manwë 385446

Helios on Manwë– Have you ever watched a truly great Superhero movie (*cough* Thor: Ragnarok or Civil War *cough*) and come out of it pumped up, feeling like you could take on the world, just like them? All that was stopping you was not having a great spandex costume that leaves nothing to the imagination? Well, that and not having any superpowers or anything…. Well, the thing is, we could all be heroes! Let’s look to this week’s Transneptunian to show us how!

The Astronomy– 385446 Manwë is a binary resonant Kuiper belt object in a 4:7 mean-motion resonance with Neptune. It was discovered on 25 August 2003 in northern Chile. It has an orbital period of 287.70 years (105,081 days) and an eccentricity of 0.1114. Its perihelion is 38.599 AU and aphelion 48.671 AU. Manwë has one known satellite, Thorondor. It is estimated to be about half the size of the primary, 33–53 km vs. 58–92 km. Manwë has significant and irregular photometric variability, demonstrating that its components are not tidally locked. The surfaces of Manwë and Thorondor appear to be very red. The composition of Manwë is unknown but likely to be mostly ice because the nominal density (with large uncertainty) is less than that of water.

Manwë and Thorondor are predicted to be going through a period of mutual occultations and transits from 2014–2018, where one object crosses in front of the other as seen from Earth. Pluto and Charon went through a similar series of mutual events from 1985–1990. Observations of these events will allow for better estimates of the radii of the two objects and their densities, as well as possibly determining their shapes and mapping surface color and albedo features.

The Myth– Manwë is a fictional character in J. R. R. Tolkien’s The Silmarillion. Manwë was the King of the Valar, husband of Varda Elentári, was conceived in the thought of Iluvatar as a brother of Melkor, and King of Arda. He lived atop Mount Taniquetil, the highest mountain in the world, in the halls of Ilmarin, in the realm of Valinor. The winds, airs, and birds were his servants, and he was lord of air, wind, and clouds in Arda. He was the noblest and greatest in authority of the Valar, and less powerful only than Melkor.

Manwë was (with his brother Melkor, i.e. Morgoth) the greatest of the Ainur, and the one that best understood the will of Eru. When Melkor created the discord in the Music of the Ainur, Manwë took over leading the song. When Arda was formed, Manwë was appointed Ruler of Arda, hence his most common title, the Elder King. Manwë was a kind, compassionate ruler, unconcerned with his own power, but he did not understand evil, even in the form of his own brother. He released Melkor from Mandos, thus allowing him to cause the distrust of Fëanor, the Poisoning of the Two Trees, the murder of Finwë, the theft of the Silmarils, and the revolt of the Noldor. To hearten the Eldar, he had Aulë fashion the vessels to hold Sun and the Moon, for he knew the rising of the Atani was coming and sent Thorondor and the Eagles to watch them. After Morgoth’s fall at the end of the War of Wrath, Manwë cast him into the void. In the Final Battle, when Morgoth and his most powerful ally, Sauron, escape, it is said that the Elder King and the two Dark Lords will battle on the Plains of Valinor, but that they will not slay each other, as Morgoth is destined to die at the hands of Túrin Turambar. Manwë appeared dressed in long blue robes, with blue eyes. He wielded a powerful staff coated in sapphire made for him by the Noldor. The Vanyar were his favorite Elves, and they lived with him and Varda on Mount Taniquetil.

Manwë means Blessed One, from “mān” meaning “good, blessed or unmarred”. Súlimo means Lord of the Winds from ‘sûl’ – ‘wind’. His titles include Elder King, High King of Arda, King of Arda, Lord of the Breath of Arda and Lord of the West. He was first mentioned in The Silmarillion on page 20 at the top of the sentence, ‘But of the airs and winds Manwë most pondered…’

Why He Matters– Well, there is a lot of weirdness with this one, as befits a lengthy lore dump from Tolkein- You’re forgiven if you skipped down to this section. To be honest, it’s been years since I read the Silmarillion, but I don’t know anyone else who bothered to read it, so let’s dive in, shall we?

Though his story might give you a sense of a nerd, Manwë is actually a goddamned heroic badass. The whole point of him in the chart seems to be “A call to action”- where ordinary people are pushed into a situation that they need to step up and achieve some really amazing things. The drive to help others is strong with this guy, and Manwë is prominent in the charts of first responders that I checked- with almost all having a Mars-Manwë contact. Manwë is where we become great, where we become Heroes.

I would expect to see him most powerful in transit, when we are confronted with horrible situations that we need to overcome. There may be a connection to creative expression and performers as well (specifically singers), but I would need to do more research.

As I said above, Manwë is currently making a series of occultations with his binary partner, Thorondor. This gives him added importance, and it highlights a trend we are experiencing- We are currently in the golden age of Superheroes in media; Black Panther, Infinity War, hell, even the convoluted ArrowVerse and the Justice League movies. We cannot get enough of our heroes right now, and I would say that comes down, at least in some part, to Manwë and Thorondor. The occultations line up with Thor: The Dark World-Infinity War (The Infinity Stone storyline) and The Flash run in the Arrowverse. Manwë is using our superheroes to show us the best possible versions of ourselves and what we could be- and it’s important to realize all of the heroes we have right now are incredibly flawed, and oh so Human. You can rewrite your story at any time, no matter what you have done- You can come back from the brink and be redeemed; That is the promise of Manwë, who seeks to redeem his brother at all costs and return to idyllic peace. Yes, it is a bit naive, but honestly, I’ll bet it gives Morgoth pause once in a while, knowing his brother still believes in him and wants him to come home. The sad thing is, Morgoth will never do that, because it takes the most humility in the world to swallow your pride and beg those you have wronged for forgiveness. But that’s a story for another time….

To find out where he shows up in your chart, go to astro.com, put in your birth details and in the extended options, all the way at the bottom of the next page, there will be a menu of additional objects. Under that is a blank space where you can enter the number 385446 Once you have it entered, generate the chart! Where does Manwë affect your life?http://hereticaloracles.com/2018/04/19/tno-watch-manwe/