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[anthropologyruinseverything]

“Warm Nights”

Chapter 1 - 1.8k words

Damian Priest x Black!CurvyFem Reader

Pg-13 for this chapter but much more intense spice to come!

By request for @xbutterflius-effectusx 🥰

Drop a comment if you’d like me to tag you in the updates plus I will make the whole thing into a single post when done

Authors note: I am happy to do requests for all kinds of works for a variety of characters. However, I am an Indigenous woman and that’s the perspective I usually write from so I may make some mistakes when writing other folks. If there is ever something in my writing that is incorrect, insensitive or wrong in any way, I apologize and please correct me. Please let me know and I will learn and do better. Thank you and hope you enjoy!

Now on with the story!

Chapter 1:

**Your POV**

Sweat ran down your back as you ran the ropes in the seemingly empty performance center yet again. Your success in NXT was the result of hard work and dedication paying off big time and you weren’t about to change that approach now. No one could tell but you still felt the sting of insecurity over being a little older than many of your cohorts and it drove you to work even harder and make your time count.

“Creep!” A loud thunk and pained yelp followed by a string of curses in Spanish made you pause and turn towards the commotion on the upper level.

Damian Priest appeared, hands held up begging an unseen assailant for mercy as they chased him down the steps. Rhea Ripley came under the lights next, wielding a thick practice mat she’d been using to beat him. Only once everyone was under the bright beams of the lower level did she stop swinging. Turning to you she smirked. “Caught him lurking.”

“Wasn’t lurking perra loca!” He made a swipe for the mat she wielded but Rhea moved it out of his grasp.

You leaned against the top rope smothering a grin under your hand. The tall man had clearly had his feathers ruffled and it was fun to see the normally collected Damian flustered.

It had nothing to do with the crush you’d harbored for a while now. At least that’s what you told yourself.

“Then what were you doing?” Hand on her hip Rhea shot you a smirk. You two had fallen into a quick friendship over long hours at the performance center.

“Paul asked me to stop in and talk with the talent, same as he had Cody do last week. I just noticed Y/N practicing and…ugh, I wasn’t lurking.”

“Want some hair tips?” Damian whipped his face towards you with narrowed eyes. Your multicolored locs were the envy of the locker room after all, even if you’d always been modest about your looks.

“Yeah, that’s it. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Straightening his back and smoothing his tshirt one last time with a glare at Rhea he gave you a smile and wave on his way out the door.

It was nothing but it made your heart flutter all the same.

Rhea jumped up on the apron and leaned back, assessing you. “Been at it a while?”

Nodding you stretched before shaking the rope and making you both laugh when she nearly toppled backwards. After you’d been brought into NXT your workout hours tended to be the same as hers. Rhea had approached you one day asking for a spot while she did squats and your friendship has taken off from there. You drove each other to do your best in the gym and that had bled into the rest of your lives, making for a strong bond.

“Yeah. I wasn’t happy with my match last night, I want to work on that middle rope suplex.”

Rhea rolled her eyes.

“Not happy!? You’re making the rest of us look lazy love.” Her accent tended to make even compliments come across harsh from time to time.

You laughed and swatted her arm. “You? Never. Thanks for having my back by the way, even if it was a false alarm.”

“False? You didn’t see how he was watching you.” Casting you some serious side eye she smirked and hopped down from the mat.

“Hey! What’s that mean!?” You wouldn’t let it get you too excited but dammit if she didn’t know what she was doing.

She backed away through the door while calling out in a sing song voice. “Guess you’ll have to get cleaned up and come to dinner to find out! Leaving in 20, hurry up!”

You stared at the swinging doors that led to the locker rooms for a long moment, slightly confused and very curious. It was tempting to stay and keep working but you were also hungry after hours of hard work and wanted to know what she meant.

**Damian POV**

I kicked Rhea under the table of the little diner and hissed at her under my breath when Y/N walked into the restaurant. I knew immediately she’d been the one to invite her. She snickered and waved Y/N down, much to my dismay. Swallowing my stress over the situation I greeted her and everyone resettled, Finn and J.D. peppering her with questions about her day and what was going on the NXT locker room.

Never before had I been so grateful for the two nosy men. It had been a near miss when Rhea caught me staring earlier. Not that I didn’t like Y/N.

No, the opposite problem actually. I liked watching the way her body moved around the ring, the way your outfits hugged her very curvy form, and the way her face lit up whenever she stepped through the ropes. More than anything I respected her passion and dedication, knowing what it was like to hit it big a little older than many. It made her absolutely magnetic.

Now Rhea kicked me and grinned before indicating with her head. Alarmed, I realized I’d been staring as my thoughts wandered. Shit.

“What?” The table chuckled.

“For a third time.” Her voice was saucy as she smirked at me and south of my belt tightened in awareness. “Do you want meat in the queso or not?”

Goddamit. “Uh, yeah sure. Whatever you guys want.”

She tilted her head slightly and smiled. “Mkay then.”

Dinner progressed uneventfully as we all fell into conversations, mainly buzzing with excitement about the upcoming draft and wondering who would be sent where. In equal parts I hoped Y/N would be wherever I ended up and the other hoped she would be sent elsewhere.

It was a hard spot to be in.

Y/N was tempting for all the rights reasons and I wasn’t going down that road. I’d been burned before making it to the WWE, back before I had everything I do now to offer. An angry part of me figured if I wasn’t good enough for *her* then I wasn’t going to waste my time now.

Problem was, talking to her more and more, the more I wanted to get to know her like that. Thought she was what I might need to see things differently again. She had me thinking about long nights on the beach, how the moonlight would look shining in her eyes, against her vibrant hair…how it would shine on her dark skin slicked with sweat while she whimpered and sighed my name.

“So Damian, when’s your flight leave in the morning?” J.D.’s voice finally pulled me out of the daydream.

“Ugh, 9 or so.”

Conversation turned to where we were going after dinner and Rhea would hear none of Y/N staying home.

An hour later and the music throbbed around us as the lights flashed over the dance floor. I liked nightclubs like this, not huge but not tiny and a little on the gritty side. It reminded me of my days bouncing and how far I’d come and at the same time I enjoyed the throngs of humanity that melded together, no one concerned with how things would look in the daylight but content to be enthralled by the low light and smoke.

I should have known it would lower my ability to stay away. Seeing her there, leaning against the bar in a simple but perfectly tight dress and heels pulled me in. Her strength was obvious but so were her femininity and grace. My heart pounded as I reached out a hand, Y/N’s eyes widening a little in surprise.

In an adorably unusual show of shyness she ducked her head. “I-are you sure?”

Taken aback I stepped in closer to make sure she could hear me, also to enjoy her scent that reminded me of big flowers and warm breezes.

“Si.” I took her hand and pulled her with me to the dance floor, not caring as she protested. A slow song came over the speakers and I spun her before pulling her close, her back to my front. At first she tensed slightly but then relaxed against me. “Eres divina niña.” (You’re divine girl)

She giggled. “What’s that mean?”

Shaking my head I wrapped my arms around her as we began to sway gently to the music. “No hablas español?”

Shrugging she swayed with me and I felt myself getting lost in the hypnotic feeling of her body pressed to mine. Was she feeling the same?

“Non mais je parle français.” (No, I speak French) The smile she threw over her shoulder made my knees weak.

“Fair enough.” I continued to sway, letting myself fall for the mood of the space as she did too, her body relaxing even further as the melody flowed through her. Some women were just gifted naturally when it came to movement and Y/N was certainly among them. “You work hard, I admire that.”

Continuing to move with the beat her arms came up around my neck and I knew she was losing herself like

I was. “Same goes.”

I wondered how she’d react if I let my hands wander. It was dangerous territory and with a few more drinks I’d have thrown caution to the wind. Instead I held her tightly, enjoying the press of her body against mine and the perfect view I had of her ample breasts. I imagined slipping her dress down just enough to taste them.

“Ask you something?”

Her voice was low and sultry. Maybe I’d let my hands slide just a little lower down her hips, just to see what she’d do.

“Hmm?”

Taking a deep breath Y/N opened her mouth to speak but never got the chance, Finn barreled into us, drunk and laughing with a group he danced with.

Anger burned through me hot, breaking the spell. Anger not so much at Finn but over letting myself be intoxicated by just dancing with Y/N.

I knew she was stung but I forced myself to walk away. Of course she followed.

“Damian, hey, is everything okay?”

Clearing my throat I gestured to the bartender and downed the shot he provided while motioning for another. A blonde at the corner of the bar caught my attention on a quick sweep.

“Yeah.”

She waited a beat but realized quickly I was done talking. With dignity I wouldn’t have been able to muster for the situation she nodded and walked away.

My heart twisted in my chest.

Approaching the blonde I put in the fakest smile I could manage.

I didn’t remember her name or anything else in the morning. I didn’t even leave a note as I slipped out to catch my ride to the airport.

[bohemian-nights]

Arlī(Anew)-Chapter 1

Word Count: ~1,644 words

Rating: 18+

Warnings⚠️: Uncle/niece incest

Description: She was not her uncle’s first choice Naery’s knew that, but she would do her duty.

AN: This story takes place from episode 5 onward. I’ve changed things up a bit but I’ve kept the timeline intact.

Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

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115 AC - Dragonstone

Naerys had been told by her septa that a woman’s place in this world is a precarious thing, but she had not known what it meant until now. She was the blood of old Valyria though she did not feel it. She lacked the true spirit of her dragon rider ancestors. It mattered not now. Today was her wedding day and she had been every inch the Valyrian bride. She knew her duty. Naerys was to be her uncle’s long-awaited prize.

Her uncle’s wife, the Lady Rhea Royce, had died. It had been an accident. Lady Rhea had fallen off her horse and broke her back hawking. A tragedy, but that did not stop the murmurs around court and the Vale. The whispers only grew when her uncle had gone to Runestone to claim his late lady wife’s seat.

The king dismissed them of course. Daemon had been away from the Vale in the Stepstones at the time. Short of him being in two places at once, Lady Rhea’s death was an unfortunate incident. And with it, Daemon was freed from his ill-fated union. Free if he chose to take a woman to wife.

Her uncle did not have to remarry. He was a second son who stood to inherit nothing. Daemon had not been his brother’s heir for years. In that time, king Viserys had more heirs. His eldest daughter had sons of her own now. House Targaryen’s future stood secure, but the prince had made it clear that he intended to marry again.

The small council suggested that a match between the Prince of Dorne’s daughter and the rogue prince would be ideal. She was said to be beautiful, she was an avid rider, her High Valyrian was near perfect, and most importantly she was her father’s heir. A second son could not want more in a bride. Daemon had rejected the match with a chuckle that bounced around the throne room.

A Martell bride would bring him his own seat. It would finally bring Dorne into the fold with the rest of the kingdoms Viserys ruled over, but he had not wanted it. He had already been made to take one wife he did not want. He would not take another. This time around Daemon Targaryen had wanted a wife of his own choosing.

Daemon had informed her uncle’s small council that he wanted a Valyrian wife and Dragonstone. He would take his niece Naerys, his half-brother’s only daughter, to wife. The prince had Caraxes, fought in wars, and he would now have her. His final trophy. A young Targaryen wife. A naive impressionable girl and a seat for them to rule over.

The council had all scoffed at his initial request. “Our niece is too young for you brother,” her uncle, the king, had told him.

“She is not Rhaenyra my prince,” Naerys uncle Lord Corlys Velaryon had chimed in as well. “You will find her wanting.” As she was his ward it was his job to worry over her safety and future marriage prospects.

Daemon’s involvement with the king's heir and oldest daughter, Princess Rhaenyra was an open secret. Though she was herself now married to Lord Corlys son Ser Laenor, with them both being at court it was only a matter of time before the two might rekindle their affections for one another.

Naerys was too sweet. A shy little thing who had seen little of the world outside of Driftmark. She would not be an adequate replacement for the worldly Prince’s true desires. It was not until Daemon threatened to go to Lys, find his mistress, and take her to wife, that the king then conceded much to the disappointment of some at court.

No one had dared to voice their objections once the king agreed to the match apart from the queen and unsurprisingly the princess. Her father had once been the king's hand. Ser Otto Hightower and Daemon had never seen eye to eye. It seemed that the father's grudge had passed onto the daughter. Queen Alicent had tried to remind her husband of his brother’s ways, but the king dismissed her concerns.

Rhaenyra had initially laughed upon hearing the news that Daemon had wanted to take her for a wife. “Let my uncle have his little Targaryen bride,” she had exclaimed with glee to anyone who asked her opinion on the matter. “My dear little cousin and his duties at court should keep Daemon occupied. He will do his duty to his king and his heir.” The meaning was not lost to those around the Red Keep.

“If he wants to plot it will not be easy with the whole court watching him,” the princess had added. Naerys would often find her cousin staring across a room in search of their uncle. The man would sometimes meet her hopeful lilac gaze though his eyes would often drift to a pair of deep violet ones.

Rhaenyra’s tune changed upon finding out that they would not reside in the Red Keep and would be given Dragonstone. She then joined in with Alicent. Naerys own opinion on the match had not been asked for her opinion on her future union with her uncle. In the end, Daemon had gotten what he wanted. A young unspoiled niece for a bride and their family’s seat Dragonstone.

The ceremony itself had been nerve-racking. Her uncle had insisted upon a Valyrian ceremony. Naerys did not know half the words. Her Valyrian had always been less than satisfactory. Daemon had not laughed when she stumbled over the words. He never had when it came to her. Even when her face grew hot at his vulgarity he simply grinned at her.

Naerys had not been able to cut herself nor when the priest had called for the binding. Daemon had to do it for her. Seemingly taking pleasure in her anxiousness as he brought the blade to both of their lips and then hands with a self-satisfied smirk. The feast afterward had been a blur.

“Come here sweetling,” Naerys' new husband had called her once her new lady’s maids had left, breaking her out of her daze. They were alone in her bed chambers. Her uncle had been kind enough to allow the dispensation of the bedding ceremony. There was no need to when they all knew that this marriage would be unlike the prince's first.

Naerys felt the urge to pretend she had not heard him. She had been made to change into a sheer gown that did little to hide her figure. Her aunt Princess Rhaenys had tried to warn her of what might occur on her wedding night, but it did little to calm her. When Daemon called for her again she knew that she could not avoid him.

Naerys reluctantly made her way out from behind her changing screen, her eyes briefly landing on her uncle who stood by her fireplace. The fire's glow bathed him in its warm light and cast shadows across the room. From the corner of her eyes, she could see that her husband's gaze followed her across the room. He did not waste time pulling her into his arms when she finally reached him.

Daemon did not say anything as he stroked her silver curls. For a time they stood in silence. His gaze fell back to the fire. The only thing that could be heard was the crackle of it and the faint sounds of the feast down below.

“I suppose I will need to break you in.” He seemed to be thinking out loud, but that did not stop Naerys from pulling back from him. Daemon did not move to stop her as she turned away to face the side of the room. Her arms came up to cradle herself as her dark eyes landed upon what would soon be her marriage bed.

“Give him heirs Naerys.” Her uncle Ser Vaemond had whispered in her ear before her husband took her away to her new chambers. That is what she was there for. A mere plaything for her uncle. To appease him, birth his children, care for them, and console him when needed.

Naerys was wanted for her blood and what she could offer him with it. She was the blood of the dragon even if she did not feel it. She was a dragon rider. She might have even been queen had her father, but she felt even younger than her sixteen name days at that moment.

“Come niece, I will not harm you.” Naerys turned slightly to see that he held out a pale hand towards her. She hesitated to take it, but her fate was sealed whether she took it or not. She gave into her husband's demand, reaching for his outstretched arm with her small brown one. He laid another kiss on her head when she was close enough. She heard her husband sigh as he pulled her back into him.

“Ao issi gevie byka mēre.” Naerys only made out half of his words.

“Do not worry little wife,” Daemon hummed lightly. He drew circles upon her back with his right hand. It was almost soothing until he began to pull her gown up with his other hand. “I will not mind teaching you.” His hands drifted down to her newly exposed rear making the young bride tense up once more. As she closed her eyes she was confronted with the realization of why they were here, to begin with.

With any luck the sooner they consummate their union, the faster he would leave her and go back to his own quarters. Rhaenyra was with them on Dragonstone. The young bride was not naive. She was not her uncle’s first choice, Naerys knew that, but she would do her duty.

Translations:

Ao issi gevie byka mēre: You are beautiful little one

Ao3 link:

[juniorig0327]

Thinking about that Tartarus AU and some possible demigods

Obviously any demigods that were chucked down there would have to have some Greek in them atleast for the ones crossing pantheons.

And so I’ve been thinking and I’m thinking that it would be like sort of taboo to have demigods belonging to two pantheons like if two demigods from two different pantheons were to come together or if a god and a demigod from different pantheons were to come together.

And so I’ve had three different ideas for demigods.

1. Aztec and Greek. Now this one is a little harder since their civilizations have never interacted or anything. But I was thinking maybe some of the Greek gods were attracted to the Americas because the flame was slowly moving (but wouldn’t finish until after the revolution). And at some point the Aztecs and Greek pantheons got into contact and maybe the Greek gods blessed Spain to get rid of the other pantheons there to clear a path for them (I’m not really knowledgeable on like their fight with Spain so uh). And so somewhere in there a demigod was born and that demigod had such busted parentage and didn’t even think twice about casting him down in there. This might get changed around but I definitely want to try my hand at it.

2. Mesopotamia and Greek. Now this one is WAY easier since I’m pretty sure Alexander the Great conquered Mesopotamia so like I could def make it work. I feel like for this one it would be much more viable for a god and demigod to possibly have a child because the Greek Pantheon aren’t trying to actively like destroy them.

And so they weren’t conquered about this 2/3 (well just say demigod), demigod guy until he started growing dangerous and out of control and they chucked em down there.

3. Hera and Ixion. What if Ixion’s plan was successful? If Hera birthed a demigod child, her only demigod child and Hera and Zeus were just too repulsed by the demigod child and what it meant. But Hera didn’t want to kill the child. Maybe they tried to raise it. But maybe one day they couldn’t take it anymore and cast him down Tartarus. Maybe Hera didn’t even know about it and just thought maybe he died normally. Inspired by the version of Prometheus where he was Hera’s child (look it up at your own risk?)

I don’t want to do any other demigods really so I think those would be the only ones alive. They’re be tails of other demigods that have fallen and died, but no demigods has been fallen or cast and escaped, at least until Percy tries, until Percy inspired these demigods to fight fate but in the end only come out with two (or three) demigods.

Im debating who I want to kill and keep alive in the back of my mind lol. I think the only one out of canon demigods would be Michael Yew (besides Percy ofc). Out of the ocs probably only Hera’s child.

Might make a few more though because I did find something interesting about an epithet of Ares: Enyalios. And apparently they used to be separate deities. And in some versions he’s the child of Kronos and Rhea (idk how true it is I just thought it was lowkey kinda cool).

Also got a random thought of maybe other titans grouping up to have children. (Based off the random thought I had in the AM hours of Hyperion and Rhea having kids) but I probably won’t do that. That’s more suited for like a crack fix lmao.

[tylermileslockett]

ARGONAUTICA: Heroes Abandoned

Book 1 continues as the crew laments and hold funeral games for the fallen, but harsh winds prevent them from leaving for twelve days. when the seer, Mopsus, interprets a message from a halcyon bird on how to calm the winds, Jason and the men climb a peak and create an altar to Rhea, mother of the Olympians. Here they perform a music dance in her honor clashing their swords and drums to drown out the wailing of the Dolione people below. The goddess Rhea springs forth vegetation, calms the winds and wild animals of the forest, and even brings forth a spring.

Embarking on, the men have a rowing competition, which Herakles wins, (breaking his oar in the process), and they later harbor at Kios, of the Mysian people. Here Herakles ventures into the forest to cut a new oar from a fir-tree. Meanwhile, his assistant Hylas, seeks out a spring for freshwater with a bronze pitcher, coming upon a group of nymphs dancing to honor Artemis.  The spring Nymph, desiring the youth, pulls him into the waters. The hero Polymphemus hears his cry, and rushes to warn Herakles, and the two crash through the forest in vain pursuit of lost Hylas.

Here, the Argo crew curiously disembark on a favourable wind, leaving the three heroes behind. Once discovering their error, Telamon accuses Jason of intentionally abandoning Herakles in pursuit of his own glory. As the crew quarrel over the correct course of action, a sea deity named Glaukos, (divine spokesman of Sea god Nereus), rises from the water surface to quell their fears. The deity reveals that all is proceeding along the will of Zeus. Herakles must proceed with his twelve labors, Polyphemus is destined to found a great city, and Hylas will marry the Nymph who abducted him. Rejoicing, the argonauts sail on for the kingdom of the Bebrykians, where King Amykos will offer a deadly challenge upon their arrival.

Like this art? It will be in my illustrated book coming to KICKSTARTER in march 🤟❤️🏛

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/tylermileslockett/lockett-illustrated-greek-gods-and-heroes

[drogba-prospect]

Fallen angel - Wikipedia

Fallen angels are angels who were expelled from Heaven. The literal term "fallen angel" does not appear in any Abrahamic religious texts, but is used to describe angels who sinned. Such angels often tempt humans to sin.

SIN OF THE ANGELS

Lesson: The sin of the angels has been traditionally spoken of as a sin of rebellion. “I will not serve” is the statement attributed to satan and the other fallen angels. “I will not serve God or obey His will.” Recall also the statement that the serpent spoke to Adam and Eve in the Garden when he seduced them to act in disobedience to God by eating the forbidden fruit. The serpent convinced them to eat the forbidden fruit by saying, “For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil” (Genesis 3:5, RSV-CE). This line also reveals the hidden first sin of the angels. They wanted to be gods. They did not want to serve the one God. They did not want to obey. They rebelled. They wanted to be the masters of their own destiny rather than to humbly submit to the plan of God for their lives.

BELMÔNT'S SIN: STREET IDENTITY MURAL CROWN APOTHEOSIS

In religion, apotheosis was a feature of many religions in the ancient world, and some that are active today. It requires a belief that there is a possibility of newly-created gods, so a polytheistic belief system. The major modern religions of Christianity, Islam, and Judaism do not allow for this. In Hellenistic culture, a mural crown identified tutelary deities such as the goddess Tyche (the embodiment of the fortunes of a city, familiar to Romans as Fortuna), and Hestia (the embodiment of the protection of a city, familiar to Romans as Vesta). The high cylindrical polos of Rhea/Cybele too could be rendered as a mural crown in Hellenistic times, specifically designating the mother goddess as patron of a city. Nightlife entertainment is often more adult-oriented than daytime entertainment. Location theory has become an integral part of economic geography, regional science, and spatial economics.

Example; Mt. Pleasant Road Pluto Effect Invocation Wing Transfer

NOCTU [PLUTO ANGEL/NOCTURNALIS]

(Left-handed Path Apotheosis Pluto-Mural Crown Wing Transfer) Angelology Acrostics Treatise Text: Material World Angels: Spiritual Angelology not Religious (Bible Influence: De Coelesti Hierarchia and Summa Theologica), Left Handed Path Apotheosis, Illusions, Dionysian Mysteries, Black Angel Wings, Sagittarius-Scorpio Sensory Overload Asperger's (Fetus Alcohol Consumption and Prenatal Hormones Vitamin) Birth, Virtue Heavenly Host, Pluto Evening Star Astral Body Planetary Intelligence, Self-Defication Mural Crown Horcrux Oversoul (STREGA), Change Oversoul to New Title (Salesian), Cardinal-Mutable Human Form with Fixed Spirit, Invocation Possession, Angelology Students, and Angel Philosopher), Mural Crown (Tutlery Deity, Civil Heraldy, Heraldy), Salesian Church Enterprises (Real Estate; Liberal Arts Immersion Schools; Gold; Athletics; Fine Arts), Philosophy (CAAB: Culture, Art, Aesthetic, Bohemian; 5 Senses City, Selective Sensory Development, Distorted Sensory Play, Sensory Overload Asperger's, Culture Antagonist Liberal Arts)

RUSSE NOIR (À MA SAUCE) FOOTBALL

À ma sauce Literally: To my sauce, True meaning: Suit my style

VEDETTE: 3-4-1-2 has 4 Pivot Formations so 5 Total: Transition to a 4-4-2 Diamond, Transition to a 4-4-2, Transition to a 4-2-3-1, Transition to a 3-3-1-3

Central African Republic 4-4-2 Diamond Variant: 1-3-4-2 (1) À ma sauce (Sweeper Deep-lying Playmaker Wingback) (4) Diamant (À ma sauce: Counterpressing Pivot Pressing Triggers, Sweeper-Winger Pivots, Overlapping Runs, W; V; I Box Keeping Formations) [Key Stats: Front Foot, Pressing Triggers, Clearance, Aerial Duel, Interceptions, Blocked Shots, Tackles, Final Ball, Key Dribbles, Overlapping Runs, Set Piece Taker] Spacing, Possession, Pass Completion, and Counter Pressing with Pursuit and Ambush Predation One Team Box Touches and Capture the Flag with Analytics-Geometry Total Football Trixie Bet on CNS Drugs (Xanax and Modafinil)

Define a run in one of two ways: (i) as a set of consecutive goals scored by one team, without the other team scoring a goal; (ii) as a set of consecutive scoring events by one team, each event being either a goal or one or more Set Piece. Play aggressive and with counter pressing and run it up on the score board in the first half and after halftime play defense. You get a break at half and it's easier to win when someone plays defense and looks for opportunities instead of Attacking.

Posterior Chain Super Compensation and Speed-Endurance (Elastic-Connective Tissue) Force-Velocity Curve; Crescent Moon Horizontal Plane Vertical Force Sprinting Mechanics.

WM or Diamond Rover Futsal Pivot Formation

Set Piece Stylistic Biomechanics: Shooting Knee at Wall for Curve and Placement Knee for Corner. Follow through with Shot with proper Body Alignment

W, I, M, V; Box Keeping Formation with 3 Centre-Backs

Knee to Feet or Shoulder to Feet Cradling for Touch/Entertainment

UEFA Front Office Curriculum

Museum d'histoire: Broken down into three major section — “A Lineage of Coaches Players and Places,” “Proving Grounds” and “Cultures of Basketball” — City/Game documents how basketball first found its origins in the neighborhoods of NYC and then went on to produce a roster of local legends who played everywhere from Rucker Park and the Cage on West 4th Street to Christ the King High School and St. John’s University.

Agility Ladder Eyes Pocket: Eyes Between Defenders Feet and Ball, Numbered Footwork V-Step (Shifting Defenders with Momentum) et L-Step (Explosive First Step), All moves should form a Triangle or an Incomplete Triangle (Coup de Pied)

*Push-Pull Sprint/Shooting Cycle: Pull Glutes et Hamstring; Push Calf et Quads for Sprints.

Sprint Size Up: A series of feint Karaoké dribble moves with Eye Tricks (Fake Pass) but Sprint Position Finish

Triangle Philosophy: All Dribbling Moves should form a Triangle or an Incomplete Triangle while using V-Step (Shifting Defenders with Momentum) et L-Step (Explosive First Step).

Thé Crescent: In Close Dribbling; Crescent Footwork with L Shapes (Paul Pogba)

On the Run Dribbling Moves: Letters and Shapes; Still Play 1 on 1: Numbered Footwork

Piedi Felici Courts: Drills Side/Box Play with 1 Net; Design Vaporwave Action Painting Angels; Knee for Direction and Sole Drags for Dribbling Touch and Crescent Moon Sprint Mechanics

Gambling Games: 5 Roll (Captain, Ship, Crew); Live-Pool Betting Monopoly

Stylistic Biomechanics: Dribbling Foot To Ball Contact (Balls of Feet and Arch of Feet); Knee for Direction; Foot Drags; & Hip Angle, Crescent Moon Running Mechanics, and Laces Kick.

Diamond Football (15 mins)

Set Up

-Lay out two overlapping sets of 4 flat markers in the positions shown above.

-Ask the players to stand on a flat marker for their teams colour (Red on Red, Yellow on Yellow).

Instruction

-Whenever the ball goes out for a kick in or for the defenders ball, the players must stand on their markers before play begins.

-As soon as the ball has been played in, players are free to move.

-Reset everytime the ball goes out.

Coaching Points, Progressions Ect.

-Ask players to shout out what each position on the park is to devlop understanding of their roles.

-If you decide to go to a normal game , leave the markers out for a visual aid for the players.

-If more than 8 players, Add in Goalkeepers who would then play the ball out to the DF,LM,RM.

-Rotate Positions, Ask Players to stand on a marker they haven't been on before

BELMÔNT'S ACCENT

Full Lips Endings with Vertical Narrow Mouth and Soft Rs

BELMÔNT'S SIN INDEX FUND PORTFOLIO 

Sin stock sectors usually include alcohol, tobacco, gambling, sex-related industries (Cabaret and Burlesque), and weapons manufacturers.

Diageo 

Phillip Morris

Sports Betting Investment Trust

Pharmaceuticals

Business Clusters with Scrum Management and Accelerators to produce Festivals.

Example: Create a Index Fund Portfolio of 15-20 Stocks and using Supply Side Economics to create Decentralized Gambling Economy.

BELMÔNT'S DECENTRALIZED GAMBLING ECONOMY

Corporate-Capital Gains Tax Haven

High Stakes Minimum Buy In

Card Gambling (Signal and President): Top 2 highest bids fight for the Coup d'état and the other two are lesser men, the lesser men are subordinates that aid in playing cards for the warlord, the winning team splits the money, the warlords switches based on the 13 cards dealt and bets placed, the first team to shed all of their cards win.

Domestic Gambling: Boxing

Retirement Gambling: Boat Racing

Residency Program for Tax Benefits

BELMÔNT'S TURF ACCOUNTING MODEL

+EV

Python Programming Gaussian Distribution

Exotic Options Trading Live Betting

Parlays Minimum for Round Robins

Daily Fantasy Sports Rakes

NOUCHI PALACE

Definitions of ballroom. noun. large room used mainly for dancing. synonyms: dance hall, dance palace**. types: disco, discotheque.

Go Go Music Influenced, Eurphoric Trance Chord Progression Melody, Progressive House and Drum n' Bass Percussion-808 Call and Response Staccato Polyrhythm or Layered Kick and Punch 808.

In his 1972 study of French lute music, scholar Wallace Rave compiled a list of features he believed to be characteristic of style brisé. Rave's list included the following: the avoidance of textural pattern and regularity in part writing; arpeggiated chord textures with irregular distribution of individual notes of the chord; ambiguous melodic lines; rhythmic displacement of notes within a melodic line; octave changes within melodic line; irregular phrase lengths.

Have the Snare and Kick say, "Hi, How are you?" And the 808 say, "I am good thanks for asking.”

Use progressive House to push the Drums Conversation to either Fast and Punchy for Happy or Slow and Deep for Sad.

In technical terms, "go-go's essential beat is characterized by a five through four syncopated rhythm that is underscored prominently by the bass drum and snare drum, and the hi-hat... [and] is ornamented by the other percussion instruments, especially by the conga drums, rototoms, and hand-held cowbells."[5]

Polyrhythm: In music, a cross-beat or cross-rhythm is a specific form of polyrhythm. The term cross rhythm was introduced in 1934 by the musicologist Arthur Morris Jones (1889–1980). It refers to a situation where the rhythmic conflict found in polyrhythms is the basis of an entire musical piece.[1]

Four-on-the-floor (or four-to-the-floor) is a rhythm used primarily in dance genres such as disco and electronic dance music. It is a steady, uniformly accented beat in 4. 4 time in which the bass drum is hit on every beat (1, 2, 3, 4).[1] This was popularized in the disco music of the 1970s[2] and the term four-on-the-floor was widely used in that era, since the beat was played with the pedal-operated, drum-kit bass drum.[3][4] (Punch 808-Kick)

Polyrhythm 4 on the Floor examples 2:4 or 5:4

Hard trance is often characterized by strong, hard (or even downpitch) kicks, fully resonant basses and an increased amount of reverberation applied to the main beat. Melodies vary from 140 to 180 BPMs and it can feature plain instrumental sound in early compositions, with the latter ones tending to implement side-chaining techniques of progressive on digital synthesizers.

Singles Only Email Raves Blogger then Multi Market Distribution Deal: A distribution deal is a contract to release the music to platforms, but not own the publishing or exclusively lock the artist in. Record Artist Producer Label: Have Polyrhythm Artist earn Streaming Percentage under a Recording Artist Deal. Label has Distribution Above Me and I have Manufacturing over Polyrhythm Artist. Have a end of the Year Album for New Year's Raves!

"ALWAYS WELCOMED" by POPCAAN

No jezebel can't enter di Heaven gates

Angels only

She wan pull up a long time she ah wait

Guyanese girl dem ah heavyweight

Pretty girl always welcomed (Trouble)

Tight pussy gyal always welcome

Gyal yuh body hotter than Kingston

Tight pussy gyal always welcomed

Love when yuh bubble up, mi wan lock you down

Tight pussy gyal always welcomed

Bend it over for me slowly

Tight pussy gyal always welcomed

Baby yuh thick like phone ah

Wan you sit down pon di throne yah

Love when you bend it over

Jump on the first flight to Arizona

Fuck you pon di dresser top slowly

Get yuh pussy wet rub yuh clit, hold me

Sink it in deep dat mi kno yuh love

Mek yuh draws fly weh like a likkle dove

Tight freaky girl wha me singin bout

Love when you put di cocky inna yuh mouth

Turn yuh back way and fuck it up right

Gyal yuh pussy tight, me will pay down

Mek yuh wine pon di body pon di head pon di pine

Underneath yuh nuh big like stadium

Wine fast a way now

Bite up di K now

Skinout and lay down, yeah

Pretty girl always welcome

Big pussy gyal always welcomed (Woioi)

Gyal yuh body hotter than Kingston

Tight pussy gyal always welcomed

Love when yuh bubble up, mi wan lock you down

Tight pussy gyal always welcomed

Bend it over for me slowly

Tight pussy gyal always welcomed

Cock up yuh pussy mi wan see it

Sit down pon di body like ah issa van seat

Pon yuffi gwarn badder although you conceit

Hot gyal ah George Town, hot gyal a Berbice (Trouble)

Love gyaldem freaky an bad yeah

Wine up and den turn it back weh

Open yuh legs dem fi Poppy

Hammer yuh body like Rodney

I'm giving you a rough ride

Love when you ride on me

I'm giving you a rough ride

Love when you ride on me

Baby

Love when you ride on me

Pretty girl always welcomed (Trouble)

Tight pussy gyal always welcomed

Gyal yuh body hotter than Kingston

Tight pussy gyal always welcomed

Love when yuh bubble up, mi wan lock you down

Tight pussy gyal always welcomed

Bend it over for me slowly

Tight pussy gyal always welcomed

Pretty girl always welcomed (Trouble)

Tight pussy gyal always welcomed

Gyal yuh body hotter than Kingston

Tight pussy gyal always welcomed

Love when yuh bubble up, mi wan lock you down

Tight pussy gyal always welcomed

Bend it over for me slowly

Tight pussy gyal always welcomed

BELMÔNT'S SYSTEM: CAPÔI RETAINER AGREEMENT WITH ASSET PROTECTION TRUST

Capo: Describes a ranking made member of a family who leads a crew of soldiers. A capo is similar to a military captain who commands soldiers. Soldier: Also known as a “made man,” soldiers are the lowest members of the crime family but still command respect in the organization.

A capo is a "made member" of an Italian crime family who heads a regime or "crew" of soldiers and has major status and influence in the organization.

Consigliere: Defense and Corporate Lawyers

Head Boss: Ministry of Medicine

Underboss: Pharmaceutical Industry

Capo: CAPÔI RETAINER AGREEMENT

Soliders: Artisans

Commercialism is the application of both manufacturing and consumption towards personal usage, or the practices, methods, aims, and distribution of products in a free market geared toward generating a profit.

Commercial art is art created for advertising or marketing purposes. Commercial artists are hired by clients to create images and logos that sell products. Unlike works of fine art that convey an artist's personal expression, commercial art must address the client's goals.

The word 'Commercial' is defined as follows: Concerned with or engaged in commerce. Commerce is the exchange of goods or services among two or more parties.

Craftsmen are committed to the medium, not to self-expression. Artists are committed to their self-expression, not the medium.

A medium of exchange is an intermediary instrument and system used to facilitate the purchase and sale of goods and services between parties.

Stretch and Micro Goals

Music Medium System: Distribution and Retailers Contract Theory (System) for Music (Instrument)

Football Medium System: Analytics and Geometry for Free Role (System) Trixies (Instrument)

Age 16-19

Bond Funds

Farmland REITS

CFDS

Real Estate Brokerage Trust Account

Age 20-30

Farmland Recession Proof Stocks (Cosmetics, AgTech, Ag ETFS, AgETN)

Incubator and Startup Accelerators

Real Estate Joint Ventures

Age 30-40

Farmland Blue Chip Indexes w/ Credit Spread Options

TUNNEL STRATEGY (OFFSHORE BANKING)

Purpose: Permanent Residency Card

$250k Deposit

$125k: 60/40 portfolio, 60% Fixed Income & REITs and 40% Blue Chip Stocks

$50k: Guaranteed Investment Certificates (GICs) and term deposits are secured investments. This means that you get back the amount you invest at the end of your term. The key difference between a GIC and a term deposit is the length of the term. Term deposits generally have shorter terms than GICs.

$75k: Spending Cash

SIN STOCKS PORTFOLIO

Sin stock sectors usually include alcohol, tobacco, gambling, sex-related industries, and weapons manufacturers.

Sports Betting Investment Trust

Pharmaceuticals

Example: Create a Index Fund Portfolio of 15-20 Stocks and using Supply Side Economics to create Decentralized Gambling Economy.

FESTIVALS DEAL

Singles Only Email Raves Blogger then Multi Market Distribution Deal: A distribution deal is a contract to release the music to platforms, but not own the publishing or exclusively lock the artist in. Record Artist Producer Label: Have Polyrhythm Artist earn Streaming Percentage under a Recording Artist Deal. Label has Distribution Above Me and I have Manufacturing over Polyrhythm Artist. Have a end of the Year Album for New Year's Raves!

NEUROPLASTICITY DRUG-CRIME NEXUS BASED ON TRAFFICKING

CPP, CNS Depressants, et FENTALOGS: Cul-de-sac

Defensive Penalty Capture The Flag Raiding Warfare

Grey-Decentralized Markets

Bastilles: Cul-de-sac Artist Résidences Penthouse Complexes

Polyrhythm Raves

Acid House Art Gallery

International Film Festival

Hôtel Chefs

Seigneurial System/Tableau Economique Raw Material Économics Production Spot

Surautomatism

Discount Networking Acid House Party

Opium Dens and Fragrance Festivals

Pill Pressers

CNS depressants

Upper-tier County System

Defense Lawyers are Traplords (Trafficking P4P and Malicious Prosecution)

Cash Conversion Cycle (CCC)

Brain Receptor Dealing

Neuroplasticity Drug-Crime Nexus

Religious Ecstasy

Entheogens are psychedelic drugs—and sometimes certain other psychoactive substances—used for engendering spiritual development or otherwise in sacred contexts

Live-Pool Betting Monopoly Board Game

Summary Sentencing

Urban Level: Street Culture Art Gallery (Street culture may refer to: Urban culture, the culture of towns and cities, Street market, Children's street culture, Street carnival, Block party, Street identity, Street food, Café culture, Several youth subculture or counterculture topics pertaining to outdoors of urban centers. These can include: Street art, Street photography, Street racing, Street wear, Hip-hop culture, Urban fiction, Street sports, Streetball, Flatland BMX, Freestyling), Art Pedagogy, Artist Residency, Art Schools, and Art Plugs

Art Pedagogy: Arts-based pedagogy is a teaching methodology in which an art form is integrated with another subject matter to impact student learning. 28-30. Arts-based pedagogy results in arts-based learning (ABL),11 which is when a student learns about a subject through arts processes including creating, responding or performing. Aesthetic Teaching: Seeking a Balance between Teaching Arts and Teaching through the Arts. In aesthetic education, learning must be developed especially with the inclusion of sensations and with the help of feelings. Sensations and feelings should lead to movement, representation, and expression. Aesthetic learning often entails learning to distinguish certain qualities or objects aesthetically in different ways depending on the situation and the purpose. Certain things can be experienced in negative ways in one activity and in positive ways in another.

A designer drug is a structural or functional analog of a controlled substance that has been designed to mimic the pharmacological effects of the original drug, while avoiding classification as illegal and/or detection in standard drug tests

Patchwork tattoos are a collection of tattoos collaged together to create an overall design. Each individual 'patch' of the tattoo can be a different design, symbol or element with a little space in between. Patchwork tattoos are a collection of tattoos collaged together to create an overall design. In short, the gun-toting angel was a multifaceted metaphor. “It undoubtedly also reflected the Catholic Counter-Reformation militaristic rhetoric,” wrote Donahue-Wallace, “which promoted the church as an army and heavenly beings as its soldiers.”

DECADENCE AESTHETICS THEORIES

Slogan

J'Cartier, Je cours après les vœux de champagne,

Subjective

Based on or influenced by personal feelings, tastes, or opinions

Gastronomy

Precarious Balance

Precariously: If something is happening or positioned precariously, it's in danger. A glass could be precariously balanced on the edge of a table. If something is on the verge of danger, then the word precariously fits.

Grey & Decentralized Markets

Tableau Économique

Semblance

Semblance is generally used to suggest a contrast between outward appearance and inner reality.

High Socioeconomic Status & Tattoos

Phantasmagorical

Having a fantastic or deceptive appearance

adjective. having a fantastic or deceptive appearance, as something in a dream or created by the imagination. having the appearance of an optical illusion, especially one produced by a magic lantern.

Socioeconomic Status Development Immigration Multilingual Sensory Play

Law of Polarity in Relationships

In any successful relationship that has an intimate connection and sexual attraction, there is polarity. What does this mean exactly? Polarity in relationships is the spark that occurs between two opposing energies: masculine and feminine. Gender does not affect whether you have masculine or feminine energy.

Second Reflection

Burden Aesthetics with Intentions

The Second Reflection lays hold of the Technical Procedures

Tattoos

NOCTU

[dmysterioblog]

Still Your Mami

Paring: Rhea Ripley x Charlotte Flair

Summary: Charlotte congratulates Rhea after their match in more ways than one.

Warnings; smut, strap on use (Rhea receiving), overstimulation, hair pulling.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/n: I got a little bored and wrote this 😇

“1…2…3! Here’s your winner! And the new Smackdown Women’s Champion, Rhea Ripley!”

Rhea couldn’t believe it. She had finally done it. She beat her greatest opponent, Charlotte Flair. She could feel the tears coming in but she was able to keep them at bay. She lifted the belt in front of Charlotte’s face and wove it around. Charlotte only smiled up at her. She was so proud of Rhea finally becoming a grand slam champion.

Charlotte slid out the ring to let Rhea have her moment. As Rhea celebrated in the ring, Charlotte leaned against the barricade, catching her breath and looking up at Rhea with genuine admiration.

“Good girl,” she whispered to herself before getting up and walking backstage.

She walked into her locker room and sat on her vanity and started wiping off her makeup. She took off her gear and changed into some sweats, deciding to take a shower back in her hotel room. She placed all her things in her bag and headed out the door. On her way out she saw everyone congratulating Rhea. She thought to do the same. She walked over to here Rhea was and placed her hand on Rhea’s back to get her attention. Rhea quickly turned to look at her.

“Congratulations champ. You earned this,” she leaned into Rhea’s ear, “Meet me in my hotel room,” Charlotte whispered while handing Rhea a slip of paper with her room number. She pulled away and winked at Rhea before heading out.

Rhea stood there, stunned for a second before she folded the slip of paper and put it in her pocket. She took a couple more pictures before heading back to her own locker room. She took a shower, put on some sweatpants with her favorite pj top and headed out the door.

Charlotte had just gotten out of the shower when she heard a knock. She smiled knowing exactly who waited on the other side. She quickly put a robe on and went to open the door. When she opened the door she came face to face with Rhea with the championship belt over her shoulder.

“There she is,” Charlotte said with a smile, “My grand slam champion,” she moved back to let Rhea in only to be pulled into a lustful kiss. She chuckled into the kiss while kicking the door closed. The sudden act made Rhea drop the belt on the floor.

The weight of the championship belt hit the ground with a loud thud, but neither of them paid it any mind. They stumbled back on Charlotte’s bed. Rhea ended up straddling Charlotte’s lap, still making out. The electricity between them was undeniable, and Rhea found herself getting lost in the moment, tangled in the intensity of their embrace but right then Charlotte pulled away.

“Why’d you stop?” Rhea whined, trying to pull her back in only to be pulled back by her hair.

“Uh uh, I’m in charge here. You may have won but I’m still your mami.” Rhea nodded in submission. Charlotte loosened her grip on Rhea's hair and ran her fingers through it, a smug smile playing on her lips. She moved her hands down to Rhea’s waist to caress her skin. Charlotte’s hands went under the hem of her skimpy top. Rhea shivered at the feeling of her cold hands.

Soon Charlotte took Rhea’s top off as well as her sweatpants and flipped them over. Charlotte rose off the bed and walked inside the walk-in closet which made Rhea confused until she saw why. Charlotte came with a strap-on around her hips. Rhea felt herself get soaked at the view. Before Charlotte got on the bed again, she walked over to where the Smackdown Women’s Championship belt had fallen and picked it up.

“W-what are you doing, mami?” Rhea mumbled.

“I want you to put it on,” Charlotte replied while finally taking off her robe. Rhea hesitated before putting the belt around her waist.

“You’re such a good girl for mami.” She got in between Rhea’s legs caressing them in the process. Her fingers reached her soaked core and rubbed them against her folds. After, she brought her fingers inside her mouth and sucked.

“You taste sweeter than I imagined.”

“Stop teasing…” Rhea whined, looking at Charlotte with doe eyes.

“You want me to stop teasing you?”Charlotte chuckled.

“Please- hmph,” her pleas were cut off when Charlotte thrusted her fingers inside her pussy. Rheas hands gripped into the bed sheets while Charlotte leaned down to kiss down her neck, making sure to leave her mark.

“I’ve barely touched you and look at how wet you are,” she pulled her fingers out and showed them to Rhea. Rhea’s cheeks turned red from embarrassment.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, sweetheart,” she pecked her lips, “It’s more of a compliment to me. Now open,” Rhea opened her mouth and Charlotte pushed her lubricated finger in for her to suck, “That’s a good girl.” Rhea continued to suck on her fingers until she slipped them out.

“Are you ready for me?” Charlotte asked. Rhea shook her head ‘yes’, eager to finally get filled up. Charlotte placed Rhea’s legs over her shoulders before thrusting the strap inside. She gave Rhea some time to adjust before she began moving, slow at first then sped up. Rhea’s face scrunched up in pleasure, the strap hitting all the right places. Her quiet moans soon got louder but she felt too good to care. She felt her climax approaching and just as she was about to go over the edge, Charlotte’s movements stopped.

“Shh shh, get on all fours for me, sweetheart.” She said, silencing Rhea’s whines. Rhea only had energy to get on her knees, her face smooched against the pillows. Charlotte took the opportunity to put Rhea’s arms behind her back. The new angle hitting Rhea’s g-spot perfectly. The new feeling turned her brain into mush. She felt herself get closer to the edge once again. She tried to warn Charlotte but all that came out were incoherent words.

“What is it? Are you gonna cum, hm?”

“Y- hmmm yes…” Charlotte let go of her arms and reached in between Rhea’s legs to play with her now swollen clit. Rhea gasped loudly, the pleasure suddenly becoming overwhelming.

“Go on, cum all over mami’s cock.” She sped up her pace, determined to give Rhea what she wanted. Rhea screamed Charlotte’s name once she came. She tried to pull away but Charlotte wasn’t done just yet. She kept her steady pace, wanting to get another orgasm from the fragile girl before her.

“M-mami-”

“Just one more. I know you can do it.”

“It’s t-too much. I can-t…please I can’t t-take it.”

“Your pussy is telling me otherwise, sweetheart.”

“S’too much, I can’t!” Rhea sobbed.

“Shhh,” she left a trail of kisses on her back, “C’mon I know you can. You don’t want to disappoint me now do you?”

“N-no,” she replied in a weak voice.

“I know you don’t. Give me one more and it’ll be all over, I promise.” By now, Rhea was in tears but still trying her best not to disappoint Charlotte.

“My good girl, cum for me.” Rhea came again with the little energy she had left in her body before collapsing on the bed. Charlotte quickly pulled out and took off the strap as well as the championship belt from Rhea’s waist before laying down and bringing her limp body on top of hers.

“You did so good, sweetheart,” she wiped off Rhea’s tears, “I am so proud of you,” she kissed her forehead and ran her fingers through her hair and soon Rhea was fast asleep.

Taglist: @mexxs-blog @riptideripley

[snowdice]

All the Shattered Pieces of Me (Part 1/3) [Part of the Envisage Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Rhea & Logan, Rhea & Patton, Rhea & Deceit

Characters: Rhea, Logan, Patton, Deceit

Summary: Rhea Silvia almost died a hero, but she did not. She wakes up; she will never be the same.

But she is alive and the living can change, rebuild, and adapt.

Notes: I struggled with which subseries to put this in because linearly it doesn't at all fit into Envisage, but thematically I think it really fits into Envisage.

Also note I myself haven't ever had a conversation with a doctor like the one that happens this chapter. Rhea doesn't react in the way I think it would usually be portrayed (and there are reasons for there not being a full freak out or confusion), but hopefully its still make sense where her head's at. I don't have a sensitivity editor as a random fanfic writer, so I hope you can forgive me any small missteps I make in trying to portray such things. I'm open to hearing from people with more experience. (Also, I have no idea about medical procedure, but just take it with a grain of salt and we can use the fact that this is a very different universe to our own.)

Tags: Superhero AU, medical treatment, injury discussed, life changing injuries, paralysis

This takes place before Sometimes Labels Shift and after The Onslaught.

When she opened her eyes, she knew where she was, and she knew what had happened.

The ceiling was white, and she could hear a steady beeping sound she knew followed the pace of her own heartbeat. She was not in pain exactly, though there was some general discomfort from laying supine a bit too long. There was also a noticeable lack of pain or discomfort in certain parts of her body.

She turned her head to one side. The heart monitor she’d heard was there along with an IV bag. A cord extended from the IV bag and disappeared under the blankets covering her. She thought she could feel the impression of the IV in her arm.

The call button was hung over the bed’s side rails. She reached for it and paused. Her arm did not look like her arm. It was extending out from her body, and it was obeying her commands, but for a moment, her mind had trouble reconciling it as a part of herself. The loose hospital gown had fallen down her arm as she moved, bunching around her shoulder. What it revealed was an arm significantly thinner than she ever recalled it being and much paler than her usual darker skin tone.

For a moment, she worried she was somehow waking up in the wrong body, but the birthmark on the back of her hand was the same as it always had been. So, this was her.

Having been in the hospital a few times before both for minor and major (though never anywhere near as major as this) things, she was surprised just how immediate the response to her call button was. There was a nurse at the door before she even managed to turn her head in that direction. They seemed surprised when they saw her looking at them.

“I’m awake,” she said. Her voice also did not sound like hers and it hurt slightly to use it. Her words seemed to shock them more, but they also pushed them into action.

“I’ll call your doctor.”

The room was a flurry of activity in no time. In her own head, she compared this to the time she’d woken up after having her appendix removed.

Then, she’d been in a room with three other people being tended to by one nurse as she came out from under anesthesia.

Now, the attention made her feel like a minor celebrity. Now, there were four nurses to their one patient in the room at any time.

However, they were not always the same four nurses. They were all running in and out, talking amongst themselves and to her. She honestly didn’t know how many of them there were in total as they were constantly moving. Even after they’d inclined the head of the bed, so she was almost sitting up, she didn’t have the energy to track them all.

She was given ice chips to help her throat when she mentioned it was dry, and she was promised crackers and then eventually a sandwich after it was okayed by a doctor. Two different nurses took her blood pressure at different times even though there was a cuff that automatically took it at infrequent intervals permanently on her arm.

There was constant chatter directed at her, pulling her attention in many different directions, though little of it was of any substance or concern to her. They mostly talked at her, skirting around asking her how she felt too much lest she notice. They were trying to keep her distracted until her doctor arrived to explain. To be fair, she also wouldn’t want to break that news.

She was told her family had been called soon after she awoke and that they’d be there soon. The nurses seemed casually familiar with her family which made sense. They’d certainly talked to them more often than she had as of late.

The doctor on call had come by to say hello and check her vitals once again, but he was apparently not the doctor, not her doctor. He did allow her to have crackers, however, telling her they’d remove the feeding tube if she could keep them down.

She was chewing on them idly, pretending to listen to the nurse who was pretending to do something with her heart monitor when her doctor entered the room.

She recognized him as one of the ER doctors she’d met a few times over the course of her career. She’d never been his patient or, if she had, it had been for something brief and forgettable. If memory served, he was known as an expert emergency surgeon, the top in the city if not beyond. That may explain why she was alive.

“Hello,” the man said, and there was a look in his eyes that was similar to and very different from the look all of the other medical professionals had given her today. He looked at her not with surprise exactly, but with a particular sort of relief, like how a high school senior might look after opening their first college acceptance letter. He looked at her kind of like she was an extra special Christmas present come early. Though he did his best to keep a professional mask over his expression, it didn’t foot her. “I’m Dr. Sanders,” he said. “I was your surgeon.” He reached out a hand to her and she took it.

“Hello,” she returned politely. “I’m Rhea Silvia, but I imagine you already knew that.”

“I do,” Dr. Sanders answered with a smile. “It is a pleasure to hear you say it, however, Chief of Police Silvia.”

“Rhea is fine,” Rhea replied swiftly. She doubted she would ever be called by that title again except, perhaps, at some formal event for her official retirement.

“In that case, you can call me Patton,” he said. It was a surprise because usually even the most personable doctors still went by their surnames with patients. Yet, as he sat down in a chair beside her bed, she sensed there was some sort of kinship between them even if she had not been awake when it had been forged.

The nurses had all fled, she noticed, and they were alone except for the quiet beeping of the heart monitor.

“Now,” Patton continued. “I’m sure you have questions. If there’s anything pressing you want to know, feel free to ask now. After that, I’ll give you a brief rundown of everything that’s happened since you’ve been here and then let you ask anything else you want.”

She nodded and twisted the sheet slightly in her unfamiliar hands. “How long?” she asked.

He hesitated for half a second. Obviously, this wasn’t what he’d expected for her first question, but he still answered it easily enough. “It’s been a little over 6 months.”

She nodded again. It sounded about right from what she’d pieced together, but still… it was a long time.

There was a lengthy pause while he waited for her to either freak out about the length of time or ask something else. When she didn’t, he tentatively proceeded.

“Do you remember what happened, Rhea?”

“I do,” she said. “There was a speedster, I managed to give them a shot of Oxyproxicolotin, and then they shoved me off a building.”

“Yes,” Patton confirmed. He smiled tightly. “It’s a good sign you remember the events leading up to your injury.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “There was extensive damage,” That was one way to say she’d shattered into pieces on the pavement. “particularly to your lower spine. Reconstructive surgery was able to reverse some of the damage, but considering the severity and location of the injury, there is a high probability of paralysis of your lower body.”

“High probability is a funny way to say 100% Doctor,” Rhea pointed out blandly.

He grimaced slightly but tried to hide it. “I take it you’ve noticed.”

“That I can’t move or feel my own legs?” she asked. “Yes. I have.”

“There is always a chance…”

There was not, Rhea knew instinctually, not for her. She would not say it out loud and she would attempt whatever physical therapy treatment he suggested to her, but she knew. She known it before she’d even woken up.

He seemed to read the knowledge on her face. “I’m sorry,” he said, and while at no point during the conversation had his tone been unempathetic, the professional mask slipped for a moment, showing her a very human expression on his face. He was clearly torn up about it. She did not think he should be.

“Don’t be sorry,” she said. “I am alive, and I am awake. It is more than most could have” would have “been able to do.”

[gascon-en-exil]

"dubiously moral or outright evil royalty and their unfathomably devoted personal servant/knight/advisor is simply one of the top ships of all time." // I saw this tagged as dimidue and... honest question, when was Dimitri Morrally Dubious or Outright Evil in 3Houses? I get he's one of the final bosses of Crimson Flower, but if that = morally dubious... I don't see it.

Also, doesn't he die in VW/SS and he stops being "feral" shortly after Dedue is recruited? When was Dedue doing Dimitri's evil bidding in game?

It's a massive stretch to try to paint Dimitri as such, even for fans who actively want dark Dimitri content. I've seen people on the anon meme complain about much the game forces you to reach for some serious, ahem, "dark fuck prince" Dimitri stuff, since when you get down to it the only people we ever see him do anything to beyond series-standard violence are 1) generic soldiers or 2) Randolph, who belongs to a very broad category of FE bosses that are next door to generics for how easily the games reduce them to cannon fodder. The DLC even walks back that angle a bit with a comment from Yuri about Dimitri becoming a folk hero in Faerghus during the timeskip, which really undercuts the thought that he might be out there killing random civilians or whatever. Crimson Flower certainly doesn't sell it, in large part because it just doesn't have the time to develop any of its four separate antagonist factions well in only six chapters. Dimitri has, what, two scenes or so before he's faced as a boss in CF? Silver Snow and Verdant Wind are no help either, with his sole appearance in the former being possibly a hallucination and his appearance in the latter being followed by Dedue basically turning into Finn from Jugdral and devoting himself to avenging his fallen lord/lover.

Pretty much any dark Dimidue content with even a small basis in canon is going to pull from that Dedue/Felix support where Felix posits several hypothetical terrible things that Dedue would commit for Dimitri. Felix is being obviously antagonistic, and none of what he claims is ever realized in the story, so it's really hard to take that conversation as anything but Dedue telling Felix what he wants to hear because he knows the guy is working through his own issues and possibly wants to get in for some throuple action and also understands through their years of mutual trauma bonding that Dimitri would never order him to kill children. You really have to work for in-character dark Dimidue; they're actually an incredible sappy couple (have you seen some of their lines to each other?) who's going to go on to adopt like twenty kids together, with the sole caveat being that both of them will completely lose it if their massive Do Not Separate sticker is ever violated.

(One could also apply similar observations on fandom trends to Catherine/Rhea, but I'm less familiar with that pairing.)

[fict1onallyobsessed]

[ DEC 12 ] - Polar Cold

[ Sledcember prompt ] - Hating the cold

[ Pairing ] - Rhea Ripley x Reader

[ Warnings ] - Suggestive themes, no smut tho :(

You groaned the second you woke up, the cover that previously provided you warmth was now half way down your legs with the cold air picking at your skin. Fumbling about, you pulled the duvet over yourself, but it lost its warmth and it soon just made goosebumps cover your skin.

You pushed the cover off of you, contemplating whether to get up without the warmth of your girlfriend next to you. She was either at the gym or on the way home, and honestly you were mad she didn’t put the heating on before she left. But that was purely due to your hatred of the cold. It’s cold? You’re done. It’s cold? You’ll sleep all day. It’s cold? Fuck life.

You put on one of Rhea’s hoodies on, along with some warmer trousers and headed towards the heater to turn it on right away, but when you got there, it was already turned on and heating the house. You frowned and walked downstairs, still half sleep with a body begging to be warmed up.

"Morning." Rhea laughed as she saw you walk into the kitchen, clearly already fed up with today despite it barely starting. She looked up at the clock on the wall, then back at you. "Or should I say afternoon."

"Oh shit." You didn't notice how long you'd fallen asleep for, or that you've slept until 1 in the afternoon. You walked up to Rhea and basically shoved your body into her arms to hug you. It was still cold, and you were still done with the day, but seeing her at home when you woke up made it much better than if she was gone. "Did you go to the gym?"

"I managed to get there and back and you were still asleep." She nodded and reached towards the counter with you still in clinging onto her waist, handing you a cup of steaming coffee before you could complain about the temperature as she was sure you had multiple times before you even came downstairs. You thanked her and took a sip, gladly taking any kind of warmth she provided.

A silence enveloped you as you stood in the kitchen close to Rhea, curled as much as you could to her as you held the hot cup in your hands. Even your sock covered feet started feeling cold, the tiled floor being a horrid choice to whoever lived here before you.

"I fucking hate the cold." Rhea let out a loud laugh, finding it hilarious you refrained from saying that until now. She knew, you've told her so many times it was tattooed into her brain. You smiled at her laugh, but tried to remain serious and hide your smile as she looked down at you with that adorable smile. "Very funny."

"I know."

You finished your coffee and grabbed Rhea's hands, dragging her towards the sofa in your living room. She'd done her daily gym session, showered and ate, so she had absolutely no issue in spending the rest of the day with you. You guided her so she sat on the sofa, an amused expression on her face with that stupid smirk. You tried to hide yours the best you could but failed, letting her pull you on her lap.

"I have an idea." She mused, kissing your lips a few times before deepening the kiss. You smiled against her lips, letting her have her fun before pulling away and cuddling up on her lap. She groaned, moving you enough so she could look down at the innocent smile you were putting on. "it'll warm you up."

You giggled and reached up to kiss her, your hands circling her neck just enough for you to move to straddle her lap. Her fingers reached under the hoodie you were wearing, giggling against your lips when you jolted away from her cold hands. Didn't matter how much you tried to escape her hold, she continued to run her hands against your waist until they were warm enough for you to relax.

Lets just say you got very warm.

THE END

[hyakinthou-naos]

Hyakíntha Ritual: The Pénthos

1. Ceremonial Garments

As we mourn the passing of our patron, Lord Hyacinthus, we adorn ourselves in simple clothes of dark colors. We wear no jewelry, we partake in no adornments, we allow our grief to permeate the air. He who was all beauty, all light, and all focus of Our Lord Apollo's affections. He was all good, all kindness, all love. We bind our hair and don our veils as we proceed to Temple.

2. Khernips & Purification

We reach the steps and ramps of The Temple's entrance, it's wide white doors opened wide for our precession.

The entrance chamber holds a bowl of water where flaming leaves of bay and laurel have been extinguished. The water is cool as we wash our hands in the lustral water, cleansing ourselves before we enter The Temple's center.

3. Gathering at the Altar

We proceed into The Temple's center; there is music playing softly as we enter. The altar is positioned in the center of the room, behind which stands the Hytheria - dressed in black. Chairs and pillows for seating are arranged in a semi-circle in front of the altar, upon each is a hyacinth flower in full bloom.

We take our seats

4. Opening Prayer & Deity Invocation

As we settle into our chosen seats, the music fades away. The Hytheria stands behind the altar and lights the center candle, and speaks:

Hestia, great goddess of the ancients - Daughter of the Titans Cronus and Rhea - She who is honored before all others. O great goddess, we ask that you accept this flame as an offering to you. Hestia, goddess of hearth and home Lead our way, and light our path.

The Hytheria then moves to light the second candle, as well as the ceremonial incense. The wick ignites and sweetly scented smoke begins to fill the room. He raises his arms to the heavens, and speaks:

Lord Apollo, beautiful god of music and poetry Son of Zeus and Leto, twin brother to Artemis Lover of Hyacinthus, for whom we mourn O bright and shining Lord, we ask that you accept these offerings - flame and incense. We pray that they will ease your heart. We call upon you today, great god of prophecy and healing, to bare witness to our ritual - as we honor your fallen love. The great Prince Hyacinthus of Sparta, for whom these flowers honor. May Hermes carry these words from our lips, to your ears, on mighty Mount Olympus. Du et des, we give so you may give.

5. Hymns & Music

As the Hytheria concludes their prayer, they open a book sat behind the altar - Metamorphese by Ovid. The pages turn as the Hytheria opens to Book 10 - and begins to read:

You also, Hyacinthus, would have been set in the sky! if Phoebus had been given time which the cruel fates denied for you. But in a way you are immortal too. Though you have died. Always when warm spring drives winter out, and Aries (the Ram) succeeds to Pisces (watery Fish), you rise

and blossom on the green turf. And the love my father had for you was deeper than he felt for others. Delphi center of the world, had no presiding guardian, while the God frequented the Eurotas and the land of Sparta, never fortified with walls. His zither and his bow no longer fill

his eager mind and now without a thought of dignity, he carried nets and held the dogs in leash, and did not hesitate to go with Hyacinthus on the rough, steep mountain ridges; and by all of such associations, his love was increased. Now Titan was about midway, betwixt

the coming and the banished night, and stood at equal distance from those two extremes. Then, when the youth and Phoebus were well stripped, and gleaming with rich olive oil, they tried a friendly contest with the discus. First Phoebus, well-poised, sent it awhirl through air, and cleft the clouds beyond with its broad weight;

from which at length it fell down to the earth, a certain evidence of strength and skill. Heedless of danger Hyacinthus rushed for eager glory of the game, resolved to get the discus. But it bounded back from off the hard earth, and struck full against your face, O Hyacinthus! Deadly pale

the God's face went — as pallid as the boy's. With care he lifted the sad huddled form. The kind god tries to warm you back to life, and next endeavors to attend your wound, and stay your parting soul with healing herbs. His skill is no advantage, for the wound is past all art of cure. As if someone,

when in a garden, breaks off violets, poppies, or lilies hung from golden stems, then drooping they must hang their withered heads, and gaze down towards the earth beneath them; so, the dying boy's face droops, and his bent neck, a burden to itself, falls back upon his shoulder: “You are fallen in your prime

defrauded of your youth, O Hyacinthus!” Moaned Apollo. “I can see in your sad wound my own guilt, and you are my cause of grief and self-reproach. My own hand gave you death unmerited — I only can be charged with your destruction.—What have I done wrong? Can it be called a fault to play with you?

Should loving you be called a fault? And oh, that I might now give up my life for you! Or die with you! But since our destinies prevent us you shall always be with me, and you shall dwell upon my care-filled lips. The lyre struck by my hand, and my true songs will always celebrate you. A new flower

you shall arise, with markings on your petals, close imitation of my constant moans: and there shall come another to be linked with this new flower, a valiant hero shall be known by the same marks upon its petals.” And while Phoebus, Apollo, sang these words with his truth-telling lips, behold the blood

of Hyacinthus, which had poured out on the ground beside him and there stained the grass, was changed from blood; and in its place a flower, more beautiful than Tyrian dye, sprang up. It almost seemed a lily, were it not that one was purple and the other white. But Phoebus was not satisfied with this.

For it was he who worked the miracle of his sad words inscribed on flower leaves. These letters AI, AI, are inscribed on them. And Sparta certainly is proud to honor Hyacinthus as her son; and his loved fame endures; and every year they celebrate his solemn festival.

The Hytheria finishes his reading, placing the book back from whence it came, and arranges for the music to begin. Before starting the music, the Hytheria speaks:

I invite you all to listen to this music, and think of Lord Hyacinthus. Think of all the queer lovers who were taken from this world too soon. Think of all the queer lovers who cannot speak their truth aloud. Think of all the queer lovers, through which we can see Apollo and Hyacinthus. The Gods are with us, they are within us, if only we are to search for them. We are not separate from divinity, for we are all divine.

Music begins to play, and the Hytheria beats his chest to rhythm of the song.

6. Libations

As the music concludes, the Hytheria places a large ceremonial bowl in the center of the participants. The Hytheria then returns with glasses filled with liquid, giving one to each of those in attendance. The Hytheria stands in front of the altar and speaks:

In honor and reverence of the ancient ways, we hold before us a libation of honey, water, and wine. As we pour these libations, we offer them to Prince Hyacinthus. He who was the lover of our Lord, he whose beauty was unrivaled, he who was taken far too soon.

We all pour our libations into the center bowl, the liquids flow together - some splashing onto the floor and our feet - and another song begins.

7. Divination

[Hytheria Aön will be doing a tarot reading for the temple at large, seeing what messages Lord Apollo has for The Temple's patrons and visitors. His tarot interpretation will be posted this evening or tomorrow morning.

Ritual attendees/participants are encouraged to engage in their own personal divination with Lord Apollo at this time.]

8. Closing Prayers

As the song finishes, the Hytheria returns to be behind the altar. The Hytheria takes a moment to pause, before speaking:

Hermes Psychopomp, guide of lost souls, we call to thee Guide the soul of Hyacinthus to the realms of Hades, where Queen Persephone reigns. Mighty Hades, King of the Underworld, we call to thee Receive this soul with kindness and grant them peace in your domain. May their journey to the underworld be swift and gentle. Just Rhadamanthys, Fair Minos, and Honorable Aiakos - judges of the departed souls, we call to thee May Hyacinthus find rest in the Elysian Fields, may he know peace in the land of the dead, may he suffer no longer. O great gods of the underworld, we ask that you accept Hyacinthus, and that he may they find eternal rest and honor within your kingdom.

The Hytheria raises his arms to the heavens, and once again speaks:

Apollo Aegletus Shining Lord We Feel You In The Rising Sun Apollo Proupsius Foreseeing Lord We Trust Our Future Within Your Hands Apollo Musagetes Lord Of The Muses We Hear Your Voice In Song And Hymn Apollo Acesius Lord Of Healing We Trust In You To See Tomorrow Golden God We Sing Your Praise We Honor You And Speak Your Name Golden God We Beg Your Ear Be With Us And Keep Us Near Du Et Des

The Hytheria lowers his arms and extinguishes the second candle, before speaking for a final time:

Hestia, first -

The Hytheria blows out the center candle.

- and last

And with that, the ritual is concluded.

[gaydragontournament]

List of battles, as chosen by wheel spin. Each round will last about a week, Starting next Monday.

Round 1, Part 1:

King Valerius (Dragon's Reign by Raythe Reign/X. Aratare) vs Nel (Fire Emblem)

Yang Xiao Long (RWBY) vs Falin Touden/Red Dragon (Dungeon Meshi)

Qibli (Wings of Fire) vs Dan Heng/Dan Feng (Honkai Star Rail)

Evaristo (The Las Leyendas movie franchise) vs Paarthurnax (The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim)

Prismatic dragon (Dungeons & Dragons (Epic Level Handbook, Dragons of Dragons of Faerûn) vs Imperialdramon (Digimon)

Whiptail lizard (Real Life) vs Shi An (After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up (深渊巨龙苏醒以后))

Sundew (Wings of Fire) vs Rex Igneous (The Dragon Prince)

Uncle Iroh (Avatar: The Last Airbender) vs Azhdaha/Retuo Longwang (Genshin Impact)

Round 1, Part 2:

Rei (Vainglorious Webcomic) vs Remy (Angels with Scaly Wings)

Soren (Fire Emblem:Path of Radiance + Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn) vs Wrathion (Warcraft Series)

Valax (Blades of Light and Shadow) vs Fiona (Flight Rising)

Kaido (One Piece) vs Velverosa (Mage & Demon Queen)

Lord Arum (The Penumbra Podcast: Second Citadel) vs Midgardsormr (Dragalia Lost)

Nimona (Nimona) vs Mateo (Poised in Either Eye by B. Pigeon and Fell A. Marsh)

Corrin (Fire Emblem: Fates) vs The Void Dragon (Aurora)

Anemone (Wings of Fire) vs Tillius the Paladin/Tilly Evans (She Kills Monsters)

Round 1, Part 3:

Unnamed Young Dragon (The Enchanted Forest Chronicles) vs Caden Bryce (Dragon's Reign by Raythe Reign/X. Aratare)

Veldora Tempest (That time I got reincarnated as a slime) vs Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Draco quinquefasciatus (Thailand, Indonesia, and Malaysia) vs Umber (Wings of Fire)

Rhea (Fire Emblem) vs Xue Xian (Copper Coins (Tong Qian Kan Shi) (铜钱龛世))

Tamarin (Wings of Fire) vs Samol (Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron)

Robin (Fire Emblem: Awakening) vs Ansur (Baldur's Gate 3)

Moondragon/Heather Douglas (Marvel Comics: Guardians of the Galaxy) vs Chromie/Chronormu (Warcraft Series)

Smaug (Lord of The Rings/The Hobbit) vs Burnet (Wings of Fire)

Round 1, Part 4:

Rong Minh Thanh Thuan/Thuan (Dominion of the Fallen series by Aliette de Bodard) vs Ventuswill (Rune Factory 4)

J'mon Sa Ord/Devo'ssa (Critical Role) vs Zinnia (Super Lesbian Animal RPG)

Tohru (Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid) vs Alear ( Fire Emblem: Engage)

Alduin (The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim) vs Jae-ha (Yona of the Dawn)

Dragona Joestar (Jojo's Bizzare Adventure: The Jojolands) vs Zhongli (Genshin Impact)

Ayame (Fruits Basket) vs Alba-Lenatus the Abyss Dragon (Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Zephyr (Poised in Either Eye by B. Pigeon and Fell A. Marsh) vs Terezi Pyrope (Homestuck)

Kazuma Kiryu (Yakuza Series) vs Malleus Draconia (Twisted Wonderland)

[livdom-queen]

Wrote my first ever fic to celebrate the 1-month anniversary of LivDom! Let me know what you think 💜🥰

The Best Chicken Tendies in Berlin

As Dom settled into his seat next to a sleeping Liv on their flight to Berlin, he pulled out his iPad and typed, “Best Chicken Tenders in Berlin.” He’d spent the past week on a media tour discussing the upcoming match between him and Liv against Rhea and Damian. During these interviews, he’d joked about treating Liv to the best chicken tenders Berlin had to offer, and now he was determined to make it happen.

Liv had been exhausted from the whirlwind of interviews, Zoom calls, and social media posts about Bash in Berlin. About halfway through the flight, she had fallen asleep with her head resting gently on Dom's shoulder. He understood her fatigue—after all, they had been on the go nonstop.

When the search results finally loaded, Dom chose the most highly recommended restaurant for chicken tenders and made a reservation for Friday evening. He wanted to surprise Liv with a special date to celebrate their almost one-month anniversary. Dom couldn’t believe how lucky he had been to get to know the incredible woman he now called his Güerita. This past month had been transformative for him, and he wanted to show Liv just how much she meant to him.

After landing and checking into their hotel, Dom asked Liv if she had brought anything fancy to wear. “Yeah, I’ve got a few dresses that could work. Why do you ask?” she replied. Dom just smiled and winked, saying, “No reason; just curious.”

The next day, after the kickoff show, Dom asked Liv to pick out one of those dresses for a special night out. She was so thrilled that she jumped into his arms, wrapped her legs around his waist, and kissed him on the cheek. “Really?! You are so sweet, Dominik!”

A few hours later, Dom stood outside Liv’s hotel room in a sharp black dress shirt and pants, holding a bouquet of roses. When Liv opened the door, Dom was taken aback. She looked stunning, with her blonde hair styled in a high ponytail and a striking black dress with a thigh-high slit. Her black heels made her almost eye-level with him.

“So, what do you think?” Liv asked, shaking Dom from his awe-struck silence.

“You… you look exquisite, güerita. These are for you,” Dom said, handing her the roses and kissing the top of her head. “Ready to go?” He offered his hand to guide her to their car.

Moments later, they arrived at ChickenBuzz, a charming restaurant tucked away in Berlin known for its incredible tenders. Dom had reserved the place just for them, decorating it with roses and candles to make Liv feel as special as she had made him feel.

“Dom! This is so beautiful! You did all of this for me?” Liv asked, her eyes shining as she hugged him tightly.

“Of course. You mean the world to me, Liv, and I wanted to show you how much I appreciate everything you do,” Dom said. They shared a sweet kiss before diving into a feast of chicken tenders and various sauces.

After their meal, Dom instructed the driver to take them to Charlottenburg Palace. He had researched and knew Liv would be enchanted by the place. As they strolled through the palace halls and gardens hand in hand, Dom’s nerves began to flutter. He led Liv to a magnificent fountain in the garden and sat her down beside it.

“Liv, I know we’ve only been official for a month, but our history goes back further than that. I just wanted to tell you…” Dom’s voice trailed off as he took a deep breath. Liv squeezed his hands reassuringly.

“Tell me what, Dom?” she asked.

Dom took another deep breath, holding her hands tightly. “I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while, but Liv… I love you.”

Tears welled up in Liv’s eyes as she leaned in and kissed Dom passionately. When she pulled away, she whispered, “I love you too, Dom.”

In that moment, Dom knew they were destined to be together forever. She was the Ying to his Yang, Bonnie to his Clyde, but most importantly, she was the Liv to his Dom. 💜🖤

[bluemidnightmelody]

lover/fighter - Chapter index

Since this work will be very long, I've decided that it's too complicated to post everything directly on tumblr. Instead, I will link all currently available chapters to the ao3 version (warnings are in the tags on ao3).

Summary: Rhea Lafey has big plans. After a difficult childhood as part of the Capitol's poorer population, she plans to make a difference on her own. After earning her position in the higher circles of society as a practicing doctor with her own practice, it's time for her to spring into action. But what she has planned for a long time threatens to go wrong the very next day. Without knowing it, she has fallen in with far more powerful people than she first realized, and when she is forced into a unforeseen work arrangement, she fears the worst. What awaits her is an insufferable playboy named Finnick Odair. What he's actually up to she doesn't know yet, but she's about to find out. Or how Finnick Odair meets someone in the hated Capitol who could change his life forever. word count by now: 401k

Chapter 1 - Him

Chapter 2 - Her

Chapter 3 - Lost at sea

Chapter 4 - Swimming against the current

Chapter 5 - Dark waters

Chapter 6 - How waves meet the shore

Chapter 7 - After the storm

Chapter 8 - Sad like the ocean

Chapter 9 - The color of the unknown

Chapter 10- A spoonful of sugar against the pain

Chapter 11 - Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered

Chapter 12 - The young, the bright, the fair

Chapter 13 - Matters of the heart

Chapter 14 - Swimming in the frozen sky

Chapter 15 - Beneath the surface

Chapter 16 - Cold snow, warm memories

Chapter 17 - Just a game

Chapter 18 - Sea-weary soul

Chapter 19 - Message in a bottle

Chapter 20 - Green and Blue and White

Chapter 21 - Two gentle souls

Chapter 22 - Of pirates and wallflowers

Chapter 23 - He who strides on the waves

Chapter 24 - At the bottom

Chapter 25 - Victory and Defeat

Chapter 26 - Lighthouse

Chapter 27 - Spring and new beginnings

Chapter 28 - Present for you

Chapter 29 - Girls' Talk

Chapter 30 - Painting secrets in the sand

Chapter 31 - The Fischer's Boy

Chapter 32 - The art of healing

Chapter 33 - Fun in the sun and one shocking realization

Chapter 34 - Salty but sweet

Chapter 35 - I love him, I love him not

Chapter 36 - Pride, honor and sacrifice

Chapter 37 - The world of a victor

Chapter 38 - What's in a name?

Chapter 39 - And so it begins

Chapter 40 - A dangerous darkness

Chapter 41 - The face behind the mirror

Chapter 42 - Cloudburst

Chapter 43 - My crying hero

Chapter 44 - Neptune in 4th house

Chapter 45 - Over at last

Chapter 46 - A wild night out

Chapter 47 - Awakening

Chapter 48 - To the sea, to the night, to happiness, to death.

Chapter 49 - Walking over glass

Chapter 50 - Love is a tough business

Chapter 51 - Rules, and those who break them

Chapter 52 - 'Someday'

Chapter 53 - Invisible treasures

I will add to the list whenever I finish new chapters.

~~~

Image source for my dividers: freepik

[aprocessionofthoughts]

To stop the flow of time

ectoberhaunt2023 day 11- dread TW- nothing summary- Clockwork is an old ghost and he'll keep the only person he cares about alive.

ao3 part 1 of SOT

The dread that filled the Infinite Realms was palpable. Most ghosts hid in their lairs and the few who were out were either heading towards the Meeting of the Council or hurting about in a frenzied disarray unsure where to go or what to do. 

Clockwork looked into one of his many mirrors and saw the GIW prepping their weapons.

If something didn’t change soon, all would be destroyed. The Infinite Realms would collapse into itself dragging all realities with it into Unreality.

In another mirror young King Phantom sat grimly in front of his council, his face did not betray the grief he felt at the loss of his friends only hours before.

The beings of the Infinite Realms were powerful, but they all fell under the curse that the Observants had cast when they sided with GIW in order to gain more power. No one shall do anything to those who challenge the monarch and no monarch shall leave the Realms. They had stated, and soon after the GIW had declared war on King Phantom, not the Realms. 

And while Phantom was king he was also young, and did not know who to undo the curse the Observants had collectively cast.

And so, they were stuck with Phantom being the only one capable of defending. And even then, he could only defend from within the Realms.

Clockwork was supposed to be at the Meeting of the Council, and he knew his absence would further increase the dread in the room. Knew that even now, Phantom was fighting to keep his own dread contained, keep it from showing to the council and the rest of the Realms.

But there were things to be done. Plans to be set in motion and terrible decisions to be made to keep the Mutliverse itself from collapsing.

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Many assumed that Clockwork’s obsession was watching over the Time Stream. But they were wrong. Or at least partly so. Clockwork was an Ancient, and one of the older ones at that. Furthermore he was the Ancient of Time. That ever flowing river with its many streams and tributaries. And like a river could change its course, so his obsessions could shift.

It had taken on many forms during the millennials of his existence. He still winced to remember his obsession at seizing control of that one particular earth where he was worshiped as Kronos.

He was particularly fond of this current version of himself. Finding the best time line for each dimension had always been one of his obsessions, but the second had formed after he had spotted a glimpse of a possible King. A King who was merely a boy, and a halfa at that.

At first he watched out of curiosity, but then when he met the boy and began to watch him more closely the curiosity turned to fondness. It was a strange emotion. Something Clockwork had not felt since his incarnation as Kronos had fallen in love with Rhea. Though the feeling was different.

And it was at this moment when his secondary obsession at guiding the young King took over his primary obsession of maintaining the Time Stream.

This would have consequences he knew. And the young King might never forgive him. 

But he would save the boy. He would give the boy another chance to live

And one day, perhaps, he’d be grateful. 

Clockwork ignored the fact that all futures where he went through with his decision were blurry. But the glimpses he caught…

He would see his King live. 

There was no other option.

Clockwork stood still and gathered himself before extending his reach as far as it would go, all the way the the edges of this section of the Realms. Then with the sound of clanging bells said, “Time Out.”

AN- this will eventually be continued

[raxistaicho]

Just on the topic that Sothis might magically reconstitute herself and do a bunch of Goddess stuff, including overthrowing Edelgard like her detractors seem to think she will, Fire Emblem Heroes gives some context on what is actually happening with Byleth, courtesy of Seteth.

Fallen Rhea: I believed that if I could resurrect

my mother... I could regain all that had been lost...

Seteth: Your mother? Lady Rhea, you know

full well that such a thing is

forbidden, and yet...

[Alphonse asks what is happening, Seteth explains Rhea's deepest most secreted desire is to bring Sothis back to life.]

Seteth: Day by day, year by year, that desire must have grown, but...it would be the greatest affront of all.

For it was Sothis herself who forbade any and all attempts to return her to life.

Is this the consequence of Lady Rhea’s attempting to break that stricture?

If so, her words can mean only one thing...

1. Seteth says that it was Sothis herself that told the Nabateans not to bring her back to life.

This means she knows it's possible and DOES NOT want it to happen. (I personally have a theory that Sothis was attempting to tell Rhea to become the next "Goddess" to lead Fodlan onwards as their protector and guide when she speak to her in the Holy Tomb before she meets Wilhelm. This would make sense as Rhea says that the name Seiros was given to her in VW, which seems confusing at first until you remember that her birth name is likely "The Immaculate One" or "The White One," in the same way Sothis' is "The Beginning," and Byleth "The Enlightened One." Seiros being a name that references Sirius/The Blue Sea Star and Sothis herself, along with the entanglement of the Crest of Flames and Seiros being the first and last tarot card numbers to actually appear in Three Houses. But I digress.)

2. Not only were the Nabateans told not to bring Sothis back to life, Seteth readily assumes that Rhea is being PUNISHED for attempting to do so. Obviously he's wrong, but it paints a picture of the person Goddess Sothis was and just how taboo this act is.

3. We learn later in this event that Rhea's degeneration is caused by her despair at not being able to resurrect her mother, which obviously matches the in game reasoning. (It also heavily implies that this is THE only thing keeping Rhea from degeneration. She has no other purpose left, which I feel is why she is so so strangely distant, distracted, and unreachable throughout the game. Sothis even criticises her lack of observation that lead to Solon's presence in Garreg Mach. Detachment is clearly not a trait Goddess Sothis would have tolerated in her children. The Nabateans are often hinted at being warriors or at the very least militant by TWSitD and the Shadow Library records, combined with Seteth's intense nature, Rhea's reactions to opposition, Seiros' actions in battle, and the combat oriented nature of Crests. They're all obviously caring, but in the Greek Pantheon/Old Testament kind of way.)

All of this is to say that it's not Byleth or Sothis' heart that "breaks" at the end of Crimson Flower, it's Rhea's.

She's begging and demanding Byleth give her mother's heart back.

We know Sothis is still around. Her essence is in Byleth's soul ever since they merged.

Sothis also says the Crest Stone is nothing but a decoration in every ending of the game, the thing has been empty ever since that point. The only thing keeping it around was Rhea's magic.

There's some heavy implication there that even IF Rhea had been able to retrieve the Crest Stone from Byleth, there wouldn't be a Sothis within it to revive.

Sothis herself didn't just put herself into Byleth, she very likely, and intentionally, made it impossible to revive her from that point onwards.

Now, obviously Rhea can die in SS, but that's also the route where Byleth chooses divinity, that doesn't mean the Crest Stone is still actually doing something when Byleth absolutely should have the Major Crest of Seiros as Jeralt's child. It's literally the X factor Rhea claims to be the difference in Byleth compared to the other vessels. Byleth herself might be keeping the Stone whole, not intentionally, but subconsciously. The same way we all beat our hearts.

Just some thoughts. Rhea is the only one who wanted Sothis back, including Sothis herself. I mean Byleth also wants that, but they get what they want with soul merged Ghosthis.

Also, if Sothis didn't want Edelgard alive, why the hell would she help Byleth wake up? Or bring the rain in CF, or allow Byleth the ability to run through these cycles at all, which her opening dialogue of "It is almost time to begin" and "Drift through the flow of time to find the answers that you seek..."

Considering the Black Eagles is the only route where greater context and knowledge actually enables you to alter the outcome, these quotes show an awareness of that fact. Especially since AM requires the LEAST knowledge of grander events.

Sothis supporting Edelgard and not wanting to be revived is also supported by how "To the End of a Dream" serves as a reference to Rhea's dream to resurrect Sothis, Sothis' constant sleeping, AND Byleth being "The End/Ending" to Sothis' "Beginning."

Sothis canonically, endorses Edelgard through her opinions, actions, foreknowledge/hindsight, and the meta of the game.

It's no mistake that VW and CF titles make allusions to dawn, waking, change and spring, while SS and AM reference night, dreaming, conservation, and winter. The game and Sothis both have a preference.

(Sorry for the essay, I got carried away. I have a lot of thoughts on all four of these ladies.)

Not at all, that was a really interesting bit of analysis! I especially liked point 3 and the point on Sothis acting against Rhea in CF. I broadly knew most of the details from Heroes, but I didn't quite know all the specifics, so I appreciate you sharing them.

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thinking about something right now -

of course FE16 never tells us in details what Rhea wanted her trash Mom to do when she'd return, but assuming she expected Sothis to rez the fallen Nabateans...

It'd add an extra layer of angst when Flamey'n'Metodey rob the Holy Tomb and pillage the remains of the ones entombed there!

Rhea says the Chalice cannot reconstruct a body, so what if she expected Sothis to "recreate" Nabateans from their remains - because something remains of them let it be bones or crest stones ?

Flamey using the bones and Crest stones as weapons would :

1/ mirror what Nemesis did

2/ desacrate even more her fallen brethrens and see them as things rather than people

3/ prevent them from being re-created if Sothis cared about her children

eff it, i'm adopting (lel) this headcanon.