#beth the descent

[darkenedreaper]

hello it's me again haha🌸, I wanted to ask you if you could maybe write something for the descent girls (especially juno cause I'm in love with her😩), like how they would react if the reader was also in the descent cave (like how they protect them from the monsters and so on). Anyway I hope you have a wonderful day/night! 💗💕

Pairing: The Descent (all girls) x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of violence from the film

Summary: How the girls would put your safety first and do their best to protect you

You Before Me

Juno:

Literally will sacrifice herself and fight these things just to maintain your safety

She stresses to everyone but especially you that you must stick together

She gives you her backpack, her necklace and even her flashlight and spare batteries incase she gets separated from you

She hates seeing your reaction when its exposed that she left the map in the car

Promises you literally every 5 seconds she's going to get everyone out

She analyses the creatures as best as she can in order to study them so she can keep you as safe as you can

Has breaks and rests in small corners of the cave that she can find

She'll carry you if need be

If you are to come across a Crawler in a close encounter she pushes you back and will fight it

Does her best to stay alive, solely so she can get you out

She'll do her best to get you both out, she's not certain that she will, but she'll fight to keep you alive

Beth

Beth tries to think rationally when the first Crawler attacks

Pulls you aside, holds your face and kisses your face to calm you down if you panic

Doesn't necessarily comfort you during times of panic because she doesn't want to make you feel worse but will always always keep an eye on you

Will do her best to fight a Crawler if need be so she pushes you away so you don't get caught in it

She's smart and uses her brain to evade the, not her fists

Gives you whatever spare stuff she has; batteries, food, rope, clamps whatever she has is now yours

Empties whatever water she has from her water bottle into yours

Makes sure that you're next to her every second you're in that cave

Actually scolds you quietly if you're not close enough to her

Whenever you find the exit she pushes you out first with force, as long as you're safe, she'd happily stay back in the cave

Sarah

She real serious when shit hits the fan

Lectures each and every single one of you

She's actually always quiet for the time you're in there

Will always hold your hand

She takes off her coat and puts it over you if you're cold or wet from the water

There'll be times where you both need a break in absolute silence and she'll just hold you, keeping her unsteady breathing next to your ear

There'll also be times where you have to calm her down; she stresses and is sometimes reminded of Jessie

This woman will f i g h t, literally pushes the Crawlers eyes out of their sockets if one of them was to even hiss at you

She's very very defensive and protective of you

She'll carry you or let you ride her back whenever possible

She promises to keep you safe and sane

Holly

In contrast to her usually bubbly attitude she's serious

She's mad at every creature she sees

In the cave sometimes her anger will get the better of her and she'll flip out

She's a very affectionate person and so whenever she can she just holds you

She moves quick through the cave

She says she isn't panicking but she's frantic and desperate to get out

The adrenaline and anger goes towards her strength if you come across a Crawler

She plunges the pickaxe through its skull and whatever kind of brain it has and then takes a hold of you, making sure she still has you

She's smart with the resources, she knows how to conserve hers and yours energy, the batteries and whatever food and water you have

She does her best to reassure you with her physical affections and her quiet verbal reassurances

She'll fight the Crawlers to her death if it means getting you out

Sam

Sam needs as much reassuring as you do

She does her best to stay strong but really she's crumbling

She needs you to support her

She does her best to be rationalise in order to keep you calm

She clings on to you and needs to make sure that she physically knows that you're there with her

She's ready to become a doctor so she's smart

Because of that she'd rather her brain than a pickaxe and try to fight with one of them

She tries to think logically with regards to getting out of the cave, when she sees a dead one she takes a few minutes to study it, to understand it better to have a better chance of survival

She tries to analyse each new rock she sees so she'll remember if she's gone past it

Kisses you as often as she can, each kiss is one step closer to finding the way out

Rebecca

She panics as soon as the first Crawler attacks

Runs to grab you and hides wherever you can

She suggests to take a break instead of running and wasting energy immediatley

You both just hide in small sections of the cave and cuddle close to one another

You breath into one another trying to supress your heavy and rapid breathing

Always walks ahead in front of you to protect you from anything on its way to you or anything that may harm you

She puts a light and a pick axe together so she can swing at anything

Holds you as tightly as she can whenever she can

She's real efficient in getting out of the cave as quickly as possible

She promises to protect you for as long as she can

[talesfromthecrypts]

The Descent page to screen

for @georgeromeros

[silly-lion-art]

fucked up creature in my brain telling me to draw more sparklecare

[rainkays]

love a horror girl covered in blood <3

[total-dramaclan]

IslandClan

Moon 1

Apprenticeship hasn't been anything like what I was expecting it to be.

First of all- I have a mentor. That's.. the biggest thing.

IslandClan hasn't had enough Warriors to have proper apprenticeships for as long as I can remember. We're mostly made up of us Apprentices now- just.. Apprentices, two remaining Queens, Shark'Star, and his deputy, Hatchet.

Shark'Star, my new mentor..

I think all of us have known that we weren't ever really going to get mentors. Most of our training we just do ourselves and help each other, as weird as it may be. Recently, things have felt more... competitive.

I was counting on being just another mentorless Apprentice. Not really needing to focus on my training too much, just waiting until I was of age to become a Warrior like everyone else.

..There went that plan.

Shark'Star and Hatchet have only really chosen Apprentices that they see something in- from what I know, at least. Hatchet chose Bark'Paw to be his apprentice a little while back because he said he saw himself in him...

I don't know what Shark'Star sees in me. I'm clever enough, but I'm nowhere near as physically strong as someone like Bark'Paw.

He told me to patrol the borders, but he isn't even coming himself. I don't know if he's just that lazy or has actual stuff to do.

I probably won't actually end up doing that. If he can slack out of actually training the first Apprentice he actually wanted to mentor himself in how many moons, then I can slack out of one border patrol.

Our borders are all water, anyway. No one else is actually going to invade.

"Sharp'Paw!"

The sound of his name jostled Sharp'Paw out of his thoughts, lashing his tail momentarily and straightening up to face whoever was calling him.

Ah, Briar'Paw.

She was... ambitious. Probably the most so out of the entirety of IslandClan.

There wasn't anything particularly wrong with that, he supposed, but being Deputy wasn't something Sharp'Paw would ever have interest in himself. Too much work.

"Hey," He greeted, a little lethargically. He still didn't really know how to talk to her- despite the fact that she was technically his sister.

..Half, sister- same mother. No one in IslandClan generally had a LOT of family anymore. After his dad left, and most of his sisters... Sharp'Paw didn't pay too much attention to it. He was pretty sure that the only other cats in the entirety of IslandClan who were related were Viper'Paw and Honey'Paw. Those two were siblings.. didn't look much like it, though.

"Took you long enough to get out here." She huffed, flicking his side lightly with her tail. "I'm surprised Shark'Star took you on himself when you have a non-existent work ethic."

"You and me both." He murmured back, lacking the energy she always seemed to carry with her. That was something that she got from their mother- not him.

"Hey," Briar'Paw's voice softened, just a bit- something that startled him out of his thoughts again. "I'm sure you'll do great. Whatever Shark'Star took you on for- you'll do good. You're smart, Sharp'Paw. Willow'Shade is proud of you too."

He hummed in response, but didn't offer anything back. Briar'Paw looked over him with a frown, looking like she wanted to add something else before reluctantly pulling away. Right... back to whatever he was doing before..

A hiss drew his attention back towards the dens- well, just the Apprentices den, really. IslandClan just had so many Apprentices that the old Warriors Den just became two Apprentices dens.

"Watch where you're going, Snake." Apple'Paw snapped at Viper'Paw, who had turned to throw her a glare over her shoulder.

"Maybe try keeping out of my way- or are you just so big that you can't manage that?" Viper'Paw fired back, expression sharpening smugly as Apple'Paw's fur bristled.

Sharp'Paw's eyes drew back and forth over the both of them like he was watching a rabbit dart around that was trapped inside a foxhole.

He glanced up with a twitch of his ear when he heard a quiet "Oh my gooosh..." from the steps of the actual Apprentice dens- Daffodil'Paw and Muddy'Paw had apparently been sitting there when the whole thing started.

When Sharp'Paw glanced back at Apple'Paw and Viper'Paw, they were both shouting and hissing and had their claws unsheathed. Guess that was what he got for not paying attention.

He winced, and stalked back off into the other den while they only got louder. Just because he was the Leader's Apprentice didn't mean that he'd start playing Deputy and stopping fights. Briar'Paw could do that if she wanted.

For now, though, he'd go back to sleep until Shark'Star actually bothered to train him...

Moon 0

[paragon-of-anxiety]

hello im watching the descent (2005) DID I JUST SEE THIS WOMAN BITE THESE CREATURES???

[hopewrought]

okay but hey what the fuck actually why did someone paint this why would you have this in your house

[verdemoun]

Fun fact, Kieran may have been originally supposed to live longer, at least judging by his many unused voice lines (found on YouTube) and a longer hairstyle which I actually think looks better for him (found on rdr wiki of cut content). Maybe he was supposed to go to Guarma? The voice lines to me suggested going on hunting missions with him but I’m not too sure.

spoilers. obviously

fun fact i have listened to the 2+ hours of Kieran's cut voice lines so many times even my housemates know it and groan when they walk in and i'm listening to it. Did you know one of his cut voice lines for a near miss in a shootout is 'whoo, nearly took my head off!' to foreshadow his eventual demise? And he has several variations of lines telling Arthur to rest with the gentlest tone suggesting he would have been one of the few characters to show concern for Arthur's illness in later chapters? And slightly less relevant but there is a cut interaction in where he asks Jack to sneak him some food only for Arthur to threaten to kill him BUT CALLING HIMSELF UNCLE KIERAN???

screenshots by cad5150

About Guarma, all but confirmed. Here is one of his cut outfits, which I think very obviously suits the vibe of what most of the gang wore in Guarma like compare it to Micah's Guarma outfit in particular. Additionally he has this hood as an outfit accessory: some people think it was intended that when he rides into camp Horsemen Apocalypse there's a moment of the hood being taken off and then the characters having a much more visceral reaction to his eyes being gauged out but personally I think it makes way more sense that he was meant to be in Banking, the Old American Art 'replacing' Sean as an extra gun. Which would have been really cool because I would have loved a conversation where they bring up they're a gun short and it spiral into more reflection on how they're not just a gun short, they're a man down, they lost the 'joy in their lives' Sean Macguire and they were still hurting instead of just NEVER MENTIONING HIM AGAIN other than a few rare character lines.

Side tangent also his scarf is different in his guarma outfit which is it's own essay because if you're going off the blue high honor red low honor theory this so strong implies we could have seen some really cool character development. looking at what the gang were wearing in banking and then in guarma there's no obvious explanation as to where he got it. how cute would it have been if we got a scene where mary-beth gifted him a scarf?? but the also terrifying implication that we might see kieran become less high honour good boy blorbo to someone a bit more morally ambiguous?

I think the question really is how he would have fit in in Guarma, which of course we will never know and considering how much cut content there is about Guarma. Like everyone else in Guarma makes sense: Dutch's descent into immorality being so clear even Arthur questions it, Bill being the one trusted to look after Javier following his rescue, supporting their friendship in rdr1, Micah reaffirming his position as an actual piece of shit in his lines responding to Hosea and Lenny's deaths and complete lack of empathy. Maybe a kieran who is slightly more ruthless and active in shootouts in guarma but also shows compassion for arthur as arthur gets sick? Maybe the attack on Hanging Dog Ranch was meant to be more a revenge for Kieran's death assuming he was taken and killed similarly to his death in chapter 4 (given how much much foreshadowing there is for his death), but just another misery in chapter 6 that hits harder because we have more time to grow attached and see him develop?

Except. Except then we get to cut outfit kieran.

first. hellooooo sailor. but who is this man. who is this man who looks older. and wears a very, very low honour red scarf. and is obviously dressed still as an outlaw, and didn't go live a happy life with mary-beth. is it. is it possible. kieran was not always meant to be doomed by the narrative??

is it possible we would have seen kieran become more loyal to dutch and micah, true to his army abandoning, gang jumping, choosing to ride with the o'driscolls rather than die, immediately 'loyal' to the vdls despite torture because being alone meant certain death, coward nature? or would he have just been a character john could encounter in the epilogue? perhaps shaken by knowing arthur, as one of his very, very few friends, died trying to be a better person and abandoned any effort to be more than an outlaw?

but. but kieran. shirt all buttoned up. scarf on. thick coat. hair slightly feral and wild. why does it looked like you're all dressed up for the cold, buddy? like- like you might have been hiding out up mount hagen.

[exitrowiron]

Day 9: Vic Sau to Platja Daro

77.1 miles, 6:02, 5,748' ascent

At last night's dinner and breakfast this morning, everyone was focused on just one thing - this is the day we see the ocean and ride ends!

The route includes two significant climbs, but again nearly half the day's ascent is provided by the 'rollers'. The weather was cloud free but this meant that we were broiled by the hot Catalan sun and drank copiously to stay hydrated.

The dramatic views while descending are largely behind us, except for the last big descent when we finally saw the deep blue of the Mediterranean Ocean. This was a thrilling site to be sure but we still had 10 miles of riding and 1K' ascent before we arrived at the beachfront hotel.

After racking bikes and doffing our cleats, the riders and guides headed to the beach for a well-earned celebratory photo in the warm water.

My sister asked if this trip was harder than the US cross country trip and I think it is. The US trip is 4x longer and requires more stamina, but this is certainly the most challenging 8 days I've ridden. Part of the challenge is the novelty of the off-the-bike experience: unfamiliar foods, minimal air conditioning, eating dinner until 10:30 pm etc.

Despite all this, it was a great experience, topped off by Beth joining me the next day for more adventures in Europe.

Thanks for your support and encouragement.

[girlactionfigure]

Emma Lazarus

Born on 1849 in New York City to a family of Portuguese Sephardic Jewish descent whose roots extended to the very early days of NYC as a British colonial city.

Lazarus was the poet who wrote in 1883 "The New Colossus" - the famous poem that greets new immigrants to America till this day.

“...Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she with silent lips.

"Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

With those words, the Statue of Liberty was given life and purpose beyond that of a monument to liberal ideals, becoming a beacon of hope for the refugees seeking freedom from the terror of persecution.

The poem was placed on the Statue of Liberty in 1903 (after her death).

Aside from writing, Lazarus was also involved in charitable work for refugees.

At Ward's Island, she worked as an aide for Jewish immigrants who had been detained by Castle Garden immigration officials.

She was deeply moved by the plight of the Russian Jews she met there and these experiences influenced her writing.

The Jewish themes she had never dealt with before erupted in her work.

Emma Lazarus died November 19, 1887 (aged 38) in New York City, most likely from Hodgkin's lymphoma.

Lazarus was buried in Beth Olam Cemetery in Brooklyn.

Her papers are kept by the American Jewish Historical Society, Center for Jewish History, and her letters are collected at Columbia University.

Jewish History, Jewish Culture & Spirit

[cannibalizedlove]

Since ur wanting requests what if i requested one where its laurie laurence x cowboy! Reader where laurie laurence doesn't quite like guys and has the whole attitude where he's like "two men together r gross" Bc its the 1800s but the reader has this like very attractive southern accent and flirts with laurie so much to the point laurie just melts and falls in love? Could either be smut or fluff! (I came up with this idea from a southern show I was watching lol)

This is probably the cutest request because I love cowboys and Laurie, so I hope you enjoy as much as I did! I made this one a longer one, just because I love the idea so much and wanted to create more <3

Voice like whiskey.

Information and warning — much longer fic than usual, slow burn, male reader, cowboy reader, internalized homophobia laurie, laurie being a little rude jerk, the march sisters are included, grinding, making out, alcohol, pure gayness.

You were the March sisters younger cousin, and had been popping in for holidays since you were a young child.

Even though you were never around except for birthdays and Christmas, you would always send your earnings home to the girls.

Marmee would always ask you to stay, how she had the extra room and how the girls would love to be with you — but you always had to decline, the dirt roads and cattle called for you. She always thought your work was admirable, so she never pushed.

Soon, Christmas had rolled around and it was time to go see your family. With your boots muddy, your hat containing your messy hair, and dirt on your face; you knocked on the door, greeted by the smile of sweet Amy.

“Oh my beloved, Y/N! You’re finally here for us!” The girl exclaimed, throwing her arms around you and hugging your chest.

“Amy! Oh how I’ve missed you, darlin’” You chuckled, ruffling her hair and embracing her tightly.

“Where’s the others, I have much stories to tell about the trails, damn horse ran off cause of a snake, funniest thing!” You shook your head, patting Amy on the back before looking around for the other sisters you desperately missed.

“Well, Meg is at the fabric store, sewing some dress for some stupid dance I wasn’t even invited to!!” Amy grumpily replied with her hands on her hips, rolling her eyes as she continued; “Beth’s upstairs reading her music, you know how she is.. Oh, and Jo’s out in backyard with Mr. Laurence.” Amy said his name in a singy-songy voice.

You looked at the young girl with confusion, shocked at the new name, had Jo fell for some man? Impossible you thought, she’d never settle down and throw away her freedom for some boy.

“Mr. Laurence? Who in the Lords name is that.” You asked, making your way to back door as you tracked mud throughout the house, something Marmee would scold you for later.

“Oh, hes a fine young gentleman, you’ll like him!” Amy giggled, sitting down in the living room as she watched the fires flames grow with amazement.

You made your way out back, watching as Jo— and who you assumed was Mr. Laurence — rough housed.

“So when are you plannin’ on greetin’ me, you rascal?” You called out to Jo, watching affectionately as she laughed and smiled playing with her friend.

“Y/N! My boy!” Jo announced, pushing Mr. Laurence off of her and into the cold grass.

She ran to you, wrapping you in her arms with a tight squeeze. “I’ve missed you dearly. I can’t wait to hear about the trail stories!”

The Laurence descent watched with a cocked eyebrow, dusting his fancy winter clothes off as he approached you.

“Hello. I’m Laurie.” The boy said flatly, he was a bit taller than you, pale, and overwhelmingly handsome.

“Why, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you. This your boyfriend Jo?” You teased, elbowing her shoulder with a grin, resulting in a slap on the chest and a groan from you.

Laurie didn’t know what he was feeling, your eyes had a fire he hadn’t seen before, your hat casted shadows on your face that perfectly carved it like a statue. Your voice was like whiskey, he thought, but Laurie was refusing the drink.

“Who’s this Jesse James rip off..” Laurie whispered to Jo, taking a dig at your stereotypical attire.

“Laurie, this is my cousin, he’ll be staying with us while the holidays are going on. Y/N, this is my neighbor, Mr. Laurie Laurence.” Jo explained in an announcing speech.

As the day wore on, you found yourself trying to talk to Laurie more and more, each time he’d blow you off. This caused a pang in your heart, but you knew your charm had never let you down.

During dinner you had taken a seat next to him, and spread your legs enough to make the two of yours knees touch. This connection made Laurie blush, but never once moved his knee; a good sign you believed.

You told the stories about the cattle running off, and how your horse got spooked by a rattle snake leaving you in the middle of the trail.

Some of them would earn an under the breath laugh from Laurie, but most would result in a scoff and eye roll.

This cat and mouse game only made you want him more.

The girls were in the living room, Marmee had went to bed early, and you two boys were in the kitchen. You poured yourself a glass of rum, and offered Laurie one in good manners.

“No thanks, Billy the Kid.” Laurie huffed, leaning up against the kitchen island, the opposite side of you. The whole night he had been taking jabs at your country twang, your dirty boots and roughed up clothes.

Each time you felt like dropping the whole thing more and more, hell it was the 1800’s, men weren’t allowed to be together. There wasn’t a point in the hopeless flirting, you knew it wouldn’t work, yet you craved for him to feel the same.

“Come on, lighten up, old boy.” You playfully hit his arm, leaning against the island, taking a sip of your alcohol.

“Stop flirting with me. I don’t swing that way.” Laurie spat, and you felt your heart drop.

You knew from the beginning, but hearing it out loud was a pain much worse than the idea of it.

Laurie watched as the color drained from your face, and felt an overwhelming sense of sadness.

Laurie was sure he was straight, he believed women were gorgeous and his grandfather always told him he was going to marry a woman.

Yet, all that was thrown out the window with you. You were so charming, and as much as he led on that he thought your outlaw attire was ridiculous, he thought your tight jeans with that belt were extremely tantalizing.

All you could reply with was a nod, you took your drink into the living room and joined the sisters in their activities.

It didn’t last long before you decided to wallow in your tears in the comfort of the Marches guest room.

You made your way up the stairs, entered the room and shut the door, quietly sobbing against it. You hated this, you wanted to be ‘normal’, you wanted to have a wife and live comfortably, but it just wasn’t in the cards for you.

You had stripped down to your boxers and dirt stained shirt, laying on the bed with your head in your hands, when a knock broke you out of your trance.

“Not in the mood, Amy.” You yelled out, just wanting to be left alone in your hour of rejection.

“It’s Laurie.” A beautiful voice from the other side of the door called.

‘Is he really here just to make you feel worse?’ You thought. How stuck up could one man be! You were expecting more insults to be spat out by him as you opened the door.

“What can I do for you.” You asked coldly, only to look up and see tears in the taller males eyes.

He let himself in, sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands awkwardly rubbing against his knees.

“I’m sorry for how I’ve acted. I’m.. embarrassed of the truth I guess.” Laurie said quietly, like he was ashamed to even speak privately about it.

“Embarrassed about what, Laur?” You sat next to him, his eyes tightly screwing shut as he smelt your attracting musk.

“You can tell me, if its about ear-“ You were completely cut off, Laurie grabbed your face, smashing your lips into yours and pulling you closer.

He greedily grabbed for all of you, he needed you like you were his oxygen source. He crawled ontop of you, sitting on your lap and licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance, when you graciously accepted his request, he dug in like a starving man.

Your tongues fought for dominance but ultimately, you won. Needy moans escaped from his pretty lips, and he grinded down on your growing bulge.

His entire body was heating up, his mind was melted, all he knew was your mouth and he was obsessed with it. Laurie didn’t know if it was the rum, or your taste, but he was completely drunk off of it.

When you pulled away slightly for a moment to catch your breath, Laurie backed away, his face a shade of bright red that you could see even though the dimly lit room.

“I thought you didn’t.. swing that way.” You asked in shallow breaths, touching your lips in a complete state of shock.

“I don’t know. I just know I want you. I’ve never felt this way before.” He said, hiding his face in his hands, afraid of ruining everything.

“That’s okay, Laurie-Darlin’. We’ll figure it out together.” You held his face in your calloused hand, keeping his eyes on you.

“Just come here, country boy.” He pressed his lips against yours once again, a softer more gentle approach than before.

Your voice was like whiskey, and he was finally accepting the drink.

[darkenedreaper]

helluuuuu i hope you're doing good! I have a new request for the descent girls :) what would sleeping with them like? I mean the sfw type(big spoon or lil spoon, etc). Have a wonderful day! 💖

Hi my love, thanks for requesting this, hope you enjoy <3

Warnings: Fluff

Pairing: the Descent girls x Reader

Summary: Soft and late night with the girls from The Descent

Late Nights

Beth

Beth is a very hands on partner, she loves having some sort of physical contact with you and not in a sexual way. Sometimes if you’re sat watching a movie she’ll be close to you, playing with your hand or running her fingers up and down your arm. Or when you’re driving and your hand is resting on her knee, she play with your wedding ring, interlinking her fingers with yours

When you sleep she loves it when you spoon her, so she is usually the lil spoon

You physical, loving touch keeps her grounded, and it makes her feel at peace so hold her

Beth is a messy sleeper, sometimes you wake up and she’s down the bed, sometimes you wake up and she’s upside down

She had the cutest bedhead when she wakes up aswell

If you want to be lil spoon then get ready for some lovin’, her arms will be wrapped around your waist, she massages your sides, rubs your back, brushed your hair with her fingers, gives you lots of neck and forehead kisses

Beth really loves it when you sleep on her chest, she feels like she can protect you like that, and when you sleep on her chest, she plays with your hair (long or short), she draws circles and patterns all over your back

When you sleep together, she likes to keep and eye on you, she just wants to make sure you’re okay

If she stays up late doing school work she urged you to come to bed and sleep beside her, she usually ends up leaving her work because she doesn’t like disturbing you or keeping you up but she gives you constant kisses and has a leg wrapped over yours

Sarah

Sarah is a quiet sleeper, if you get what I mean

She doesn’t really move during her sleep

She’s definitely a snuggler , and she likes to keep warm

She has a few blankets over the both if you just because she gets cold so she definitely likes to be held when she sleeps

When she big spoons… which she absolutely will, if you have your back to her she played with your hair and she has a tendency to tuck her head into the back of your neck

She lies to sleep facing you, simply so she can protect you and know where you are, in a caring and protective way

She’s a light sleeper so any noises you make in your sleep she analyses you to make sure your okay

She likes to hold hands in bed, it keeps her grounded and she knows you are there

Juno

Juno is a relaxed sleeper

She is very open to a lot of different sleeping techniques and positions

She loves to big spoon so she knows she’s holding you and in her arms you’re safe

If you hold her she just melts because she can relax in your arms

She loves to lay on your chest and fall asleep, she especially loves it when you comb her ponytail and or run your fingers through her ponytail

She loves it when you wrap a leg or an arm around her and if you do she tends to run her fingers up and down, in a calming manner

She gets a bit hot in the night so sometimes in the morning the covers have been thrown off, but if you’re cold she makes sure to get your blankets and even a hot water bottle, aswell as telling you to cuddle up to her

Holly

Holly is genuinely a slightly chaotic sleeper, she sleeps all over the bed

She falls asleep quickly but falls asleep quicker when shes in bed with you

She is a very tough woman and even tougher when it comes to doing dangerous things… but when it comes to bedtime she loves to be babied

Definitely always wants to be the little spoon

She can be big spoon whenever you want her to, or of her own accord but she loves it when you cradle her and run your fingers through her crazy hair

Always falls asleep with the tv or light on

Holly loves falling asleep on our chest, being that close to you makes he feel safe and secure, it also helps her recover if she’ been climbing or jumping off of any high buildings

Also she sleeps with about 5 pillows but will always give you the blanket

Sam

Sam loves to be big spoon

She may only be small in height but she’ll wrap her arms and legs around you

She likes to keep spare pillows and covers/blankets close so if you’re cold or uncomfortable shes got you covered

She is definitely the type to rub your back, rub your shoulders, run her fingers through your hair

Luls you to sleep with physical touch (definitely a love language of Sam’s)

She likes to be held aswell

When she plays little spoon, if you wrap your arm around her, she makes sure to caress your arm with her hand and hold it tight against her waist

She likes to watch a tv show or a fil, in bed with you, she also looooooves to take naps

Side note: you two have a big bed

Rebecca

Rebecca is more of a stoic sleeper

She loves to sleep on her back and have an arm around your waist with you resting on her chest

She always has to be holding you

Loves to hold your hand whilst you sleep

She’s a light sleeper

She has a slight habit of waking up in the night to check on you, she won’t wake you but she’ll scan over you assuring herself that you’re safe and well

Rebecca loves it when she lays down to rest on your chest, but especially when you bring both hands up to rub circles or shapes on her back

She did used to do climbing but has since semi-retired so she appreciates your care for her when you offer her massages in bed to take care of old injuries

If you’re staying over elsewhere, she admits she can’t sleep without you, or at the very least she has a hard time sleeping

Sleeps like a baby… take care of her

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[talonabraxas]

Etz Hayim “Tree of Life” Talon Abraxas

Kabbalah: The Mystical Side of Judaism

Archetypal, Intellectual–Creative, Substantial–Formative, and Physical Material, are the names on the “Secret Doctrine” p. 200 diagram for the four lower planes of the cosmos. These names do not originate with HPB or her Adept-Teachers; they are the names used in Kabbalah for the four planes, which are also called Atziloth, Briah, Yetzirah, and Asiah, respectively.

The Kabbalistic view of the inner constitution of the human being relates to these four “worlds” or planes, showing that “as above, so below.”

Standing transcendent and above the four, however, they place Yechidah. HPB explains that this is equivalent to Atma or Atman in the Theosophical teachings of the seven principles or components of man; pure universal Spirit, the Higher Self. (“The Theosophical Glossary” p. 137)

Next in order of descent and on the same level as the Archetypal or Emanation World of Atziloth is Chaya. Despite the apparent similarity, this word is not linked with the term “Chhaya” as used in Theosophy in relation to the First Root Race; they are completely different things. The Kabbalistic Chaya is equivalent to the Theosophical Buddhi, the “Spiritual Soul” which radiates Atmic Light. (“Glossary” p. 137)

Then there is Neshamah on the Intellectual or Creative level of Briah. This equates to Higher Manas, the higher immortal Mind-Entity or Higher Ego, the reincarnating Individuality or “Human Soul” (“Glossary” p. 137) . . . but not always exclusively, for “there are the “upper” and the “lower” Neshamah (the dual Manas),” says HPB. (“Glossary” p. 348-349)

Ruach stands on the Substantial or Formative plane, i.e. Yetzirah. “Ruach” literally means “breath” or “spirit” and HPB says the term belongs properly to Buddhi-Manas. (“Glossary” p. 280) It is not used by Kabbalists in that way, however, but is described by them in a way that matches the Lower Manas, i.e. the lower mind, the personal ego-consciousness, linked with Kama, the “Animal Soul” of desires, passions, emotions.

The lowest level of consciousness is called Nefesh and belongs to Asiah, the physical or material world of action. This is equivalent to Prana, vitality or life-energy, and also Kama (“The Secret Doctrine” Vol. 1, p. 243) and by definition relates closely to Sthula Sharira, the physical body.

Mention is also made of Tzelem, sometimes called the Tzelem Elokim. This is the Kabbalistic name for what we call the Linga Sharira, the astral body or astral double. (“Glossary” p. 348)

So there we have all the Seven Principles that Theosophy teaches compose the human being when in physical incarnation: (7) Atma, (6) Buddhi, (5) Manas (which includes the immortal Higher Manas and the mortal Lower Manas), (4) Kama, (3) Prana, (2) Linga Sharira, (1) Sthula Sharira.

According to the Jewish tradition, the 32 Paths of Wisdom concept is derived from the 32 times that the name “Elohim” is mentioned in Genesis, Chapter One.

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Sephiroth: “Elohim said:” *

Kether – “In the beginning Elohim created the heavens and the earth.” 1:1* Chokmah – “Let there be light” 1:3 Binah – “Let there be a firmament . . . let it divide . . .” 1:6 Gedulah – “Let the waters be gathered . . . let dry land appear . . .” 1:9 Geburah – “Let the earth put forth grass . . . etc.” 1:11 Tiphareth – “Let there be lights in the firmament . . .” 1:14 Netzach – “Let the waters swarm . . . let fowl fly . . .” 1:20 Hod – “Let the earth bring forth living creatures . . .” 1:24 Yesod – “Let us make man . . .” 1:26 Malkuth – “Be fruitful and multiply . . .” 1:28 Mothers: “Elohim made:“ Aleph – “the Firmament and divided the waters . . .” 1:7 Mem – “the two great lights . . . and the stars.” 1:16 Shin – “the beast of the earth after its kind . . .” 1:25 Doubles: “Elohim saw:“ Beth – “the light, that it was good.” 1:4 Gimel – “that it was good.” (the separation of dry land and waters) 1:10 Daleth – “that it was good” (the earth bringing forth grass, etc.) 1:12 Kaph – that it was good” (the two lights in the firmament) 1:18 Peh – “that it was good” (swarming of waters with creatures; of air with fowl) 1:21 Resh – “that it was good” (the beasts of the earth) 1:25 Tav – “every thing that He had made, and, behold, it was very good.” 1:31

Elementals: “Elohim –“

Heh – “hovered over the face of the waters.” 1:2 Vav – “divided the light from the darkness.” 1:4 Zayin – “called the light Day, and darkness Night.” 1:5 Cheth – “called the firmament Heaven.” 1:8 Teth – “called the dry land, Earth . . . and the waters, Seas.” 1:10 Yod – “set them [the two lights] in the firmament of the heaven” 1:17 Lamed – “created the sea-monsters, creatures that creep, and fowl.” 1:21 Nun – “blessed them [sea-monsters, creepers, and fowl] . . .” 1:22 Samekh – “created man in His own image.” 1:27 Ayin – “created He him; male and female created He them.” 1:27 Tzaddi – “blessed them [male and female].” 1:28 Qooph – “said: I have given you all . . .” 1:29*

*There are two exceptions to this: The first is Gen1:1, and Sephirah 1/Kether, wherein “Elohim said” is assumed. The second is Gen1:29, and Elemental 12/Qooph, wherein the focus is shifted from the “Elohim said”, to the “I have given you all . . .”

[aegon-targaryen]

Lost and Found

Zelink Week Day 1: Under the Stars | TP Zelink | read on AO3) | @zelinkcommunity

On the other side of the suspension bridge, Link took a deep breath of chilly air and released it in a long gust. From the back of her horse, Zelda could see the tension leaving his shoulders, could see the absent smile tugging at his lips. Trees bent down over the path to greet them with the sunset colors of autumn.

She had never visited Ordona before, but she did owe its Light Spirit a debt. She sent a silent prayer towards the spring as they rode past, as thanks for rescuing her and Link from Ganondorf’s warpath over a year ago. That was the first moment of quiet the two of them ever shared—his hand outstretched across the golden water, his fierce eyes softening as Zelda slid her fingers through his—but not the last.

“We’re here,” Link said, dismounting in the next clearing. Zelda’s eyes found the massive oak and followed the ladder up to the door carved into its trunk. As usual, he’d been overly modest in his description.

They tended to the horses and carried their bags up the ladder. The curved walls of the oak were lined with bookshelves and tools from the life he’d left behind. Wind rustled the forest outside, making the treehouse creak around them, and a faint smile flickered across Link’s face at the sound. He brushed his fingers over the wooden tabletop, finding it free of dust, and said with a sigh, “I keep telling Uli she doesn’t have to come in here and clean.”

“Is the bed up there?” Zelda wondered, studying the series of lofts overhead.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Link countered in a deadpan voice he must have picked up from Midna.

She swatted him playfully. “And here I was about to compliment your home!”

“Thanks. I’m glad you finally gave in.”

“Well, you were…persistent.”

“The harvest festival—”

“—only comes once a year, yes.” Zelda smiled at him. “But if I return to find my kingdom overthrown, I expect you to deal with the fallout.”

“You’ll return to find everything just as you left it,” Link decided, kissing her forehead, “because your hard work has paid off, and your people love you, and you deserve a break.”

Heat rose to her cheeks, and she was still trying to formulate a response when a shout rang out from the clearing outside: “Link’s here!”

Grinning from ear-to-ear, he pulled her back out into the brisk day. A group of children was running to meet him, and as soon as he dropped down from the ladder, the three older ones pounced, tackling him to the ground in a tangled heap of cheers and laughter. One little boy with round cheeks and a stoic expression stood apart, watching Zelda’s descent.

“Queen Zelda,” he greeted. “When you have time, I have several business propositions to discuss.”

Link had warned her about this. Zelda met the boy’s eyes solemnly. “You must be Malo. I owe you my thanks for repairing Castle Town’s southern bridge and remodeling that store in the square. Both have done wonders for commerce.”

He nodded, taking compliment as his due, though the almost imperceptible twitch of his mouth gave Zelda the impression that he wasn’t used to being taken seriously. On the ground, Link was still laughing with a kind of reckless abandon he’d rarely shown when they first came to know each other in the days and weeks after Midna’s departure. The entire world seemed a ruin then, and joy long out of reach; now it was right here in this sunlit clearing, wrapped around Zelda like a warm cloak.

She’d heard enough about these children that she could guess their names even before being told. Colin resembled his father, though something of his sweet, shy demeanor also reminded her of Link. Talo seemed the complete opposite of his brother, loud and curious, and Beth kept staring longingly at Zelda’s fine silk riding skirts and dark Sheikah cloak.

The children towed Link down towards the village, where people were rolling out log tables and hanging lanterns from the trees. She knew Rusl from his time in Castle Town; some of the others dipped into awkward bows or curtsies, and the mayor started stuttering out a formal greeting before Link stopped them with a roll of his eyes.

“Call me Zelda,” she said, the words unfamiliar and a little uncertain in her mouth—but she wasn’t here as queen; she was here as someone who mattered to Link.

And what a weightless feeling that was.

“Where’s Uli?” Link asked Rusl.

“Cooking. By the way, Fado could use your help with the goats.”

“How is he not better at that by now?” Link muttered, glancing at Zelda apologetically. “Fine, but we’re going to see Uli first.”

He led her across a shallow creek and up to a cottage on the hill. The moment he opened the door, the smell of pumpkin and cloves drifted outside, making Zelda sigh with longing. There was an older blond woman at the stove—looking remarkably serene despite the toddler bumbling around her legs and the mountain of dirty dishes in the sink—and another face she knew well from the Resistance.

“You came!” Ilia sang, rushing around the table to pull her into an embrace. Zelda hugged her back, surprised but smiling. The older woman kissed Link’s cheek and put her young daughter in his arms, crossing the room to take Zelda’s hands.

“Welcome, Zelda,” she said so warmly that it ached—in a sweet way, though. “I’m Uli. I’m so glad to finally meet you.”

“Thank you, Uli. I feel the same way.”

“I should go make sure Fado hasn’t been trampled by goats,” Link said, meeting Zelda’s eyes over the toddler’s head as she tried to grab at his earring. “You want to come with, or…?”

“I’ll stay and help.”

He smiled, glancing between her and his best friend and the woman who had raised him before he set the child down, stepping outside.

Uli took Zelda’s cloak as she shrugged it off. “Perhaps some tea? Please don’t feel obligated to help.”

“Link has been teaching me to cook,” Zelda replied, sensing her uncertainty about how to host a queen. “I’m always eager to practice.”

“Oh, wonderful. Perhaps you could chop those onions.”

Zelda got to work. She could still see Link through the window—Colin and Talo were shrieking in delight as they dangled from each of his arms; Beth clung to his legs, and he was pretending they all weighed a thousand pounds as he trudged dramatically towards the ranch with Malo trailing somberly behind.

“He looks good,” Uli observed.

“He looks happy,” Ilia agreed fondly.

Hearing the relief in their voices, it struck Zelda that the Link she saw out there, so removed from fear and doubt, was who he’d been before they met. He’d made peace with what he’d done for Hyrule—as much as anyone could—but that didn’t mean he would ever be carefree again.

Her eyes stung. Because of the onions, of course, nothing else.

“I’m grateful to you,” Uli said quietly, following her gaze out the window. “He’s been through so much that Rusl and I don’t understand. But he says that you see him clearly.”

That was true. No matter how different their backgrounds, there was so much Zelda shared with Link. The memories of neverending dusk, of wolves with bloody muzzles, of Midna’s coy smirk and stubborn pride. The scar Zelda’s unwilling blade had carved beneath his eye; the lightning-marks climbing up her limbs from when he’d redirected magic at her puppeted body. They were tied together in a way that had terrified Zelda at first—but that was before she’d loved him.

She wiped her stinging eyes and said simply, “He sees me too.”

For a long while, it was just the three women in the kitchen: chopping vegetables, making easy conversation, keeping the toddler out of mischief. Link popped his head in to see if Zelda needed rescuing, but she sent him off with a smile. The shadows grew long and the dishes came together one by one: pumpkin soup, pumpkin fritters, meat-stuffed pumpkin, pumpkin pie…

“Are we making anything that doesn’t include pumpkin?” she wondered at one point.

Ilia peered at her in bafflement. “Why would we?”

That seemed a fair point. The house smelled absolutely divine by the time they were ready to carry everything outside. The villagers were lighting paper lanterns to offset the fading daylight, turning Ordon into a world of flickering fireflies.

Dinner was a noisy affair, with everyone passing food and pumpkin cider around the log tables and shouting to be heard. To her own surprise, Zelda didn’t mind the noise. She liked the simple delight on the children’s faces when she answered their questions about life in the castle, the pride she felt when Link complimented her cooking, the teasing stories everyone told about his childhood. It was like the villagers all formed a circle together, and Zelda was inside its protection without question, despite her status and her past.

When the adults had a few pints down, someone broke out a country fiddle and began playing a lively tune that made the children jump up immediately. Everyone else followed but for Uli and Rusl, who lingered for a moment, exchanging glances while their daughter wriggled impatiently on the bench in between them.

“We just want you to know how happy we are that you came,” Rusl told Zelda quietly. “I don’t know what use a little farming town could possibly be for a queen, but you’ll always be welcome in Ordon.”

“Always,” Uli added quietly, and there was something perceptive in her soft gaze that suddenly reminded Zelda of her own mother, witty and devoted and six years gone. She managed a grateful nod as the couple finally got their daughter’s cooperation and joined the dance.

Colin grabbed his little sister’s hands, bouncing her around to the beat, while Uli and Rusl flowed together like an old river following its familiar banks. Ilia was giggling at her father as he stumbled through the steps. These people had suffered greatly under the Twilight—and surely they weren’t strangers to hardship before that, all the way out here at the mercy of the seasons—but they loved each other so freely, so simply, that it made Zelda’s throat constrict.

She had so much now: Link, Auru, her other friends in the Resistance, and a whole castle of people she was finally learning how to trust. But her family was long gone. And it was at times like this that she felt them most acutely. Her father wouldn’t have associated with these people, but she could almost see her mother dancing to the fiddle with her skirts swirling around her, unrestrained by duty or propriety.

Link’s hand found hers under the table. “You okay?”

“I—yes. It’s only…”

When she trailed off, Link squeezed her hand and suggested quietly, “Let’s go look at the stars.”

Zelda breathed out a sigh of relief as he led her towards the river, allowing the laughter and lanternlight to fade behind them. The sky over Ordon was breathtakingly clear, unimpeded by the lights of Castle Town. Instead of admiring its majesty, she buried her face in Link’s shoulder for a moment, feeling the rhythm of his pulse and the warmth of his hands as he stroked her hair.

“It must be hard for you to be here,” he ventured after a while. “I’m sorry.”

“Your family is wonderful,” Zelda said honestly. “It’s simply…complicated, for me. But it’s complicated for you to be with a queen, and that hasn’t stopped you. This won’t stop me.”

“I would never try to replace what you lost. But I’m here, Zelda. I’m always here.”

“I know,” she said, finally turning her gaze skyward. She’d spent a thousand sleepless nights this way, wishing she could pluck just one of those distant lights out of the black canvas to guide her path. Maybe she’d succeeded after all—because she had Link at her side now, keeping her company when everything else seemed dark. “Thank you, Link. For being here.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” he said, drawing her in for a long kiss. She felt a smile tugging at his lips before he pulled away. “Except maybe my treehouse. I never got the chance to show you the bed.”

She laughed. “That’s for later. Would you teach me how Ordonians dance first? I only know the waltz.”

“Oh, Zelda,” Link said with all the soft sincerity of starlight, “I’d love to.”

When they returned to the music and the gentle orange glow of the lanterns, everyone smiled at Zelda in a way that reached past some barrier deep inside her to embrace the lonely, frightened girl she’d once been, before the landslide of events that started with Midna’s sharp-toothed grin and led to this moment, to these people. Link brought her into the circle, and under the gentle glow of the stars, Zelda learned to dance.

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[missmaywemeetagain]

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I've got a little treat tonight for my Pink Scarf lovers out there! Here's a flashback from 1954 that I started before I decided I didn't want Reader (Beth) and Elvis to see each other again until '55 with Jack involved. (Please forgive me if I've played with the historical timeline a little here, as well.)

I think it's a fun little vignette of what might've been if they'd run into each other sooner. And I'm 100% a sucker for some 50's E in the PS Universe! 🥰

Anyway, enjoy this little foray on this lovely summer evening! Otherwise, I'm knee deep into the draft of Chapter 11 of Broken Glass, so hopefully that will be out soon(ish)! 😘

 *He's so damn cute here in summer of '54, I can't stand it!! 🥹

Sneak Peek!

Summer 1954

The sweltering early summer heat follows Elvis into the homey diner, the sweat trickling down his neck as he hauls a box of parts inside for Herb, the senior electrician, who ordered them. The bell on the door tinkles with his arrival, but he doesn’t see anyone save an older gentleman reading the paper at the counter and a couple of kids in the booth in the corner.

The box is heavy, but he hesitates to set it down, not wanting to dirty a table. He strides towards the register, hoping to get the attention of someone, anyone, who can tell him where to drop this box off.

“Um, hello? Herb? Anyone there?” he clears his throat and calls out. “I-I’m here from Crown Electric to drop off some parts.”

“We’re back here, son! Come on through the kitchen!” he hears Herb’s voice call from deep in the building.

Hefting the slipping box up in his arms with a huff, he backs his way through the wooden swinging half-doors to the kitchen. Maybe it’s because he’s too damn hot and this box is too damn heavy, but he doesn’t think to look for anyone on the other side. He certainly doesn’t expect anyone to be backing through opposite him.

He nearly jumps right out of his skin when he feels the warmth of another person bump into his back and shoulder as he starts to swing the box around. The high-pitched equally surprised yelp of, “Oh, my lord!” behind him has him spinning towards the sound. The momentum of the heavy box in his tiring arms propels him forward and the box starts to slip precariously in his sweaty hands. He feels the clash rather than seeing it and then hears the crash of splintering ceramic on the tile floor.

“Oh, sh—dang it!” Elvis catches the curse before it comes out his mouth and then mercifully manages to stop the box from tumbling into the person by bringing up his thigh under the tipping box, slowing its descent before lowering it ungracefully to the floor with a grunt.

Looking down, he sees the ponytail of the waitress kneeling beside him, already trying to clean up the mess of shattered plates and food now strewn across the kitchen floor.

I’m such an idiot, he thinks.

“Oh, Miss, I-I’m so, so sorry! I-I-I wasn’t lookin’, and here, let me help with that,” he rambles, kneeling down next to her to help clean up the mess.

“No, I—it’s fine,” you say, exasperated, and he recognizes that voice instantly.

Holy hell, it’s you...

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