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khadij-al-kubra · 6 years

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Persephone & Hades AU...

For your consideration, and bearing in mind that the original myth is not really all that toxic at all and is not a show of Stockholm syndrome...

The “””Kidnapping””” of Persephone:

Logan as Hades-

Bespectacled Ruler of the Underworld

Takes his job very seriously (wears a black and blue necktie with his long silky black robes)

Cold pale skin and intelligent grey eyes with slicked back black hair. Looks scarier and meaner than he actually is. (although he can have a bit of a temper if pushed and will have loud sharp outbursts of “FALSEHOOD!”)

Very logical and methodical in how he rules the underworld and keeps the souls passing through organized. Like he’s got the judgement thing down to a T! But despite his cold demeanor he’s actually very generous and kind at heart. He just recognizes the importance of his work and in remaining just yet impartial

Sucker for dogs, hence why he has a three headed one. He just wishes he had more time to play with Cerberus, but alas ruling the dead alone takes up a lot of ones time.

Has a sweet tooth and often indulges in jams made from the pomegranates that grow in his realm.

Is on decent enough relations with his brothers (Emile as Poseidon and Deceit as Zeus), although he STILL thinks that Deceit cheated in their straw draws, but let it go because he’s actually best suited as the more organized brother for ruling the dead.

Is secretly very lonely. Once in a blue moon he’ll sneak up to the surface for fresh air and sunlight. One day he spots a certain someone in a flower field who takes his breath away. (can you blame him, i mean that smile! )

Patton as Persephone-

Supreme flower child! (flowy sky blue clothes, grass green eyes, sun-kissed freckly skin and wheat colored curls, barefoot, flower crown)

Loves gardening, animals, and helping his father Demeter (Roman) with the changing seasons. Loves Roman to bits....He just wishes he wasn’t so overprotective. Like come ON dad, i’m a grown god, i can look after myself. I don’t run off on my own THAT much!

Is protective and loving towards most all forms of life and tries to see the good in each and every soul, both mortal and god/goddess #momfriendtothemax

Unless given reason to feel otherwise. Then...weeeell at the least he’ll give you a stern talking to but at worst...lets just say you DONT want to get on the bad side of someone who can grow massive and sharp thorn bushes and effect earthquakes when pushed too far. XO

Sometimes gets bored with the same old routine with Roman and wishes to get away and see something new from time to time. Maybe have some quiet time to make his own floral crafts and garden peacefully for fun and not work.

Often sneaks off when Roman is busy and goes wandering along dirt paths, sit under or climb a tree, or frolic in the flowers.

Roman as Demeter -

God of the Harvest, but like, EXTRA in all ways shape or form. (”we can top last years crop no problem, MORE WHEAT STALKS!” “No dad, we can’t, then there’ll be too much in this region and not enough for the next.” “LONGER SUMMER!!” “No! Bad idea dad! That’ll throw the seasons off”)

Often dresses in flowing gold threaded and sunset colored robes, but will change ensemble to match the seasons.

Enjoys watching the goings ons of the mortals, they’re just so entertaining! Especially is fond of traveling thespians and will bless the harvest of wherever they perform in.

Loves his son more than anything and has him help in godly duties because it keeps him close so he can keep an eye on Patton MUST KEEP PRECIOUS BAB SAFE!!!

Stubborn (but will never own up to it)

Virgil as Charon-

In charge of Ferrying souls across the River Styx

Doesn’t mind his job all that much but is #done with soooo many of these complaining, noisy and often rude or entitled souls. (like, NO dude, i don’t care who you were ruler of in the living world. Its two coins for passage like everyone else buddy!)

Really just wants a nap (often tries to hit up Remy a.k.a. Morpheus but he shows up late ALL the time)

Is actually very compassionate and gentle. He tries to ease the fears of souls who he sees are younger or were genuinely good in life or died in unfair ways.

Lives for the dark skull & bones aesthetic

Master of snark

Plays chess with Logan when either of them have some rare down time

Click the cut for full story

One day Roman and Patton are off doing their nature godly duties, and Roman is nagging his son about the proper way to harvest corn. (”Yes father, i know how to do it. you’ve only told me like a hundred times” “well i just want to make sure to remind you and that you don’t cut yourself on the sickle”)

Patton sneaks off one day to pick flowers since it’ll probably be the last bloom before autumn sets. Suddenly he sees a curious crack in the ground and ambles over to it to take a look. (”what sort of creature could’ve made this deep thing?”) He leans in too far however and pulls an Alice in Wonderland.

Turns out that crack was made by Logan. Apparently he’d become so deeply smitten by Patton that he went to his older brother Deceit/Zeus for advice. (Yes he was a dick and a little shit at times-although took his duties seriously when need be-and tricked many of his lovers into bed, but Emile didn’t have nearly as much love experience as their elder brother & Logan was desperate)

Deceit had actually been pleased when his too serious brother told him that he’d fallen for the spring god. His advice to Logan had been to simply kidnap Patton and either bed him then woo him or woo him and then bed him. Logan, of course, didn’t listen because that was the stupidest idea ever! (”what under earth was i thinking? This is the guy who turned himself into a cygnini in order to copulate with a woman behind his wife’s back.”) Besides, he was too painfully shy and socially awkward to try wooing. (He worked with the dead for crying out loud, not the best circumstances for practicing social skills)

He did however create a crack in the ground so he could sneak peeks at Patton from below the earth and admire him from afar. However, he’d been called back on an emergency and forgot to close one particular crack up before leaving again.

So sufficed to say, he was fairly shocked when he suddenly heard screaming above him one day. He looked up to find one Patton falling towards him and just caught him in his arms in time. (BLUSH CITY ON BOTH PARTS)

Patton thanks Logan but is admittedly miffed at him when he learns Logan was the one who’d made that crack in the ground. “What were you thinking leaving a big hole in the earth like that? Some poor oblivious mortal or animal could’ve fallen into it and gotten hurt!” “Apologies I-it was a foolish oversight on my part. i-I certainly hope you are uninjured?”

After a while Patton forgives him when he sees how truly sorry this (admittedly) scary and stern looking god is. (lest we forget he’s one of the big three) And Logan is honestly just trying not to show how flustered he is. i mean Patton is there in his realm! They both realize the crack is far too high up for Patton to get back out through right away. So Logan offers to have Patton stay in his palace until he can fetch his assistant Virgil/Charon to help Patton back up the next day. IN HIS OWN QUARTERS, OF COURSE! Logan says blushing, trying to be a gentleman. Patton agrees, promising upon Logan’s request to only follow one rule: “You must NOT eat anything”. Strange, but okay. Besides, it’ll be nice getting a break from his father. And it’s just for one night, right? (WRONG!)

Patton ends up having to wait longer than he realized because both Logan and Virgil are super busy with ferrying and judging souls. So he wanders around the Underworld. (of course he is marked with untouchable safety from almost everything as a guest of Logan)

One night however Patton finds himself stumbling upon a sparse garden. He’s surprised that anything is capable of growing down there in the realm of the dead, but even more shocked by the poor state of it. “Really, just look at the se rose bushes. They’re so brittle!” (it’s not Logan’s fault. He’s a busy boi. plus the god of the dead doesn’t exactly have a green thumb) Really the only thing flourishing down there is a single Pomegranate tree. The fruits on it look so red and shiny and juicy and...well...whats the worst that could happen if he eats just a few seeds?

Of course if you know the myth, it means now Patton cant leave. Because, well, greek god realm rules. Sufficed to say, Patton is pretty miffed that Logan hadn’t thought to tell him why he shouldn’t eat the darn fruit in the first place. Logan is greatly frustrated at Patton because a) he didn’t listen, and b) he actually has a point there and he does NOT like being wrong. Still, nothing to be done about it now.

Over time they cool off and apologize to each other. Patton’s still kind of mad though because now he can’t go home at all if he wanted too, but he recognizes that Logan wasn’t forcing him to stay on purpose. So he get’s over it and tries to make the best out of the situation. At least he can finally get away from Roman’s nagging for a while.

* Meanwhile in the living world, a frantic and angry Roman raises hell. “WHERE IS MY BOOOOYYYYY?!?!?!?!?!?!?” (Thebes did not have a good crop that year)

While in the Underworld Patton starts talking to some souls, listening to their stories and offering kind and comforting words. Which as it turns out makes them more at ease and willing to go for judgement as they pass on. Logan’s fondness for Patton grows as he witnesses these acts of compassion and kindness. He also comes to respect Patton when he sees just how fierce he can be in the face of those who’d been cruel or unjust in life. ”I’m sorry, you did what to how many people!? and NOW you’ve got the nerve to demand entrance into Elysium young man!? Logan, hold my flower.” “Fret not Patton. I have your bougainvillea.” (art link for this scene)

Meanwhile Patton cant help but notice that, although he’s stern and serious on the outside, Logan is actually a very gentle god deep down. (he picks up on this from the soft tone of Logan’s voice as he speaks to souls being judged who’d suffered in life, or the way he reassures the more anxious ones with facts and logic about the afterlife that set them at eases “it’s not all punishment and Tartarus you know. Statistically few souls on the grand scale are malign enough to enter there. The Asphodel Meadows are quite pleasant, I assure you.”)

Logan works so hard and tirelessly at his often depressing job, but never acts mean or harsh unless a soul is nasty or rude or was truly evil, and Patton gains an admiration of him for that. (besides, he is actually quite handsome and beautiful in a cold distant way, like the stars and moonlight on a midsummers night) Patton also sees what a softie Logan can be when he’s playing with Cerberus. (”Who’s my excellent tri-headed canine? Who is a good demon dog?”) Patton gushes and of course Cerberus and Patton LOVE each other. Watching Patton play with the big dog becomes Logan’s newest favorite thing. (”By the gods Virgil, it is too precious to process!”)

Sometimes Patton will keep Logan company when there’s a lull in souls. He’ll tell Logan about all the different places he’s seen and what mortals are like when still alive. Logan meanwhile will often go into rants about the fascinating bits of knowledge he’s accumulated over the years from souls who’ve lived full lives. Logan enjoys having someone who enjoys listening to him (not that Virgil isn’t a respectful listener, but Logan sometimes wonders if he only does is because he’s his boss) And Patton really likes being able to share his own opinions and ideas without condescendingly albeit gently being told, (“no, no, my silly sweet boy. This is the right way to do it. Now eat your cereal, you need the fiber sweet pea”) Having picked up some of the mortal’s sense of humor, Patton is very much a fan of word play and LOVES making puns. Logan is...less than amused by them. However, the first time he makes Patton laugh with a clever quip (about Virgil or one of the more disgruntled souls) he swore the whole Underworld actually lit up. He treasures every time he can make that precious god laugh and smile.

Heck, even Virgil warms up to Patton and actually becomes VERY protective of the spring god. Patton sees through to his anxious softie center and enjoys talking to Virgil who is a very good listener. Meanwhile Virgil finds Patton’s sunny disposition refreshing and his warm presence calming. Patton will often keep Virgil company, but can’t always bring himself to follow when he has to ride across the River Styx. The memories and voices coming off the water just make him too sad.

Virgil ends up playing wingman for Logan. He tells Logan how Patton’s been a bit down in the dumps and recommends Logan cheer him up with a present. “That is an excellent idea Virgil, but what? What could possibly be good enough for that sweet honeysuckle?” “Well you’ve spied on him enough times- and don’t try to deny it boss- what does he like?”

Sufficed to say, Patton LOVES his surprise underworld garden that Logan had worker rigorously on creating for him. He knows it couldn’t have been easy. Of course, being the god of the dead, Logan cannot maintain the garden and Patton is more than happy to have free creative reign over it. He giddily catches Logan in a big hug, and is pleased when a blushing Logan returns the heartfelt embrace, pressing a tender kiss to Patton’s forehead. Then he takes a blushing Patton’s hands in his.

”Patton, my honeysuckle, sunshine of my heart...I cannot contain it any longer. For so long you’ve been the object of my affection, but over the course of our time together down here, although the circumstances had been less than idea, my love for you has only deepened. Would you perhaps...although I am not worthy of you...would you consider marrying me, and ruling the Underworld by my side?” By now Patton is blushing like crazy and in tears because, although he’d been mad at Logan for getting him stuck down there at first, he realizes that he’s come to deeply love the dark god too. Logan worries that he’s crossed a line but then Patton beams and looks up at him with tears in his eyes. “Oh Lo-lo, my brilliant beautiful lobelia blossom, I-” BAM!

Cue a properly pissed off Roman crashing down to the Underworld. He’s also got Deceit/Zeus with him by the ear. “AHA! So THIS is where you’ve been keeping my precious boy!” “Deceit, you told him!?” “He got it out of me. Sorry, not Sorry. I may be the ruler of the gods, but Roman is quite -ow- convincing when angry.”

Roman rushes over to Patton and they embrace, because although it was nice having time to himself Patton did miss his beloved father. After Roman fusses over Patton-“Are you alright? Are you hurt? have you been eating properly?” “yes, yes, i’m fine father. I promise!”- Roman unleashes verbal hell on, well, the god of hell. He reprimands Logan for kidnapping his son, but Patton quickly comes to Logan’s defense saying that it wasn’t his fault and the whole thing had been an accident, not a kidnapping. When he hears the whole story Roman does calm down a bit, and is admittedly happy to see Patton so happily in love as well. (he may be a helicopter parent, but the god of the harvest is quite the romantic at heart and loves seeing Patton so happy. Even if he doesn’t think the doom and gloom Logan is good enough for his precious little sunflower)

But upon finding out about the pomegranate sees he practically begs Logan to release him so that Patton can come back to the land of the living with him. (besides, he does still need him to help with the seasons and crops) Logan apologizes, saying it’s impossible and there’s nothing he can do. He just doesn’t have that kind of power. Then all three hear Deceit clear his throat.

“Ahem. God of gods speaking, and if you’re all done blubbering, i may have a solution.” So he tells them that there may be a loophole he can work around. He’ll give Logan his blessing to marry Patton, who will also be allowed to go back upworld with Roman, but on the condition that Patton spends part of the year co-ruling the Underworld. He tells them that for the number of pomegranate seeds that Patton ate, he’ll be obligated to spend a month with Logan. “Well darling, how many seeds did you eat?” They all look at Patton expectantly. Technically Patton only at 3 seeds, but heckitty heck, he really wants more time with Logan than three months. And frankly, he enjoyed the idea of getting some time away from Roman too, bless him but he cannot face so much nagging again!

He lies and says six. Only six seeds. Because it’s not like anyone was there to see him or could know. Weeeell maybe the all seeing god of gods, but Deceit just winks and smirks at Patton, pressing a finger in secrecy to his lips behind Logan and Roman’s backs. So it’s agreed that Patton will spend the summer and spring half of the year in the Living world with Roman and the fall and winter half ruling the Underworld with Logan.

Before he goes back up with Roman though, Patton and Logan are wed. It’s Logan’s first and only time back to Olympus (he forgot how bright and noisy it was up there!) and all the greek gods and goddesses bear witness to their union. Even Virgil is granted a short vacation to be the witness of honor for his two favorite immortals. As it turns out the months apart end up being good for Roman as well as Patton. He gets a lot more work done now that he isn’t constantly fretting (actively anyways) over Patton or keeping him out of trouble or from wandering.

When they consummate their marriage for the first time, hoooboi! Logan’s so bashful but respectful (never having been with any other being before, mortal or immortal) and Patton thinks its adorably sweet. Having been topside, well, lets just say Patton snuck off every now and then when he could to “frolic” with a few naiads and mortals he found sweet or lovely. So he ends up being a thorough teacher to Logan. Turns out they’re quite compatible in more ways than one ;)

Patton ends up being a fantastic co-king of the underworld. Heck, he’s even incorporated the new job into his aesthetic (he always wears a crown of flowers and bird skulls in the Underworld) and, as it turns out, can be even scarier than Logan! Only when some foolish soul makes him mad or gets on his bad side. So none do. And with the souls being more behaved it takes the pressure off of Virgil and Logan a LOT. But for the most part Patton remains a sweet, kind and benevolent co-ruler to the dead souls, and balances out Logan’s stricter judgements quite well. Logan now has a bit more breather time to read and play with Cerberus since he’s not the only one in charge of the whole Underworld anymore. And he and Patton LOVE spending time together in Patton’s dark yet flourishing underworld garden!

Patton is always so happy to go back to the Living world with Roman when winter’s over. Of course he hates leaving Logan and misses him. Logan doesn’t do a very good job of hiding his sadness and tears, but understands. He does get a bit clingy their last nights though. (he becomes a kissy snuggly fiend) Virgil always promises Patton that he’ll take care of Logan while he’s gone. But Patton is a child of the earth and he does tend to miss the sunshine and his father. So he get’s back to work with a newfound exuberance, making the flowers grow, spending time with Roman and frolicking about the world. He always does his best to bring back a new scroll or star map for Logan, who treasures every gift and is slowly building a library for himself.

Sufficed to say, the decades pass by, Logan and Patton attentively fulfill their godly duties, and remain happily and devotedly in love with one another.

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rubyventure · 7 years

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Splinters In The Fire - Chapter One: Chrysalis

Summary: Life is strange in Riverdale. 8 Months ago Jughead Jones' best friend Toni Topaz dissapeared. When he's about to get shot, Betty can safe him by rewinding the time. Together they start to investigate the vanishing of Toni Topaz.

Hey guys!

So this is my first multi-chapter fic. And it's obviously AU. It is based on a request by @birdlovesafish ! (x)

I've got it all planned, I just have to write it, haha. I'm not always inspired and I'm really not the fastest writer, but I'll try to update this fic once a week though <3

Also a big THANK YOU for @allskynostars for beta this little something! <3 You’re the best and I love you <3

Also WARNING: A gun will be used in this chapter! Don't say I didn't warn you.

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Life was strange in Riverdale. At least, that’s what Betty thought. No one seemed to notice the little things that made Riverdale this strange. However, this would change in the coming weeks…

The wind pulled at her hair, so severely, that her usual ponytail had dissolved itself long ago. Where was she? She had no idea how she ended up here. She lifted her gaze towards the dark heaven. There were no stars. Nothing. It rained fiercely, her clothes were completely soaked. It was freezing cold, Betty shivered. It was so dim that she could hardly see her own hand. The blonde looked for a sign. Anything that could tell her where she should go. Eventually she saw Pop's' neon-sign, flashing between the trees that surrounded her. She headed towards that sign, she ran, as if the devil himself was chasing her. She clung to the hope that at Pops she could find out what this was about. She just had to reach those damn neon signs. Everything would be fine, once she was there, right?

However, as she reached Pops, pure horror seized her. Her legs trembled, and she could hardly breath. A tornado of monstrous size was headed towards Riverdale. This storm would destroy everything, there would be nothing left in Riverdale. Betty opened her mouth, because she wanted to scream. But she couldn’t, no sound came from her lips. She felt as if she would choke. Her lungs were empty and she couldn’t breathe anymore. Pure fear ran through her whole body and hastened her heartbeat.

Betty blinked against the bright light. She looked around, completely confused. Was that just a dream? Everything had felt so real. Not like a nightmare, more like a vision. Her heart still pounded way too fast. A vision? ‘That is ridiculous!’, Betty reminded herself. What was wrong with her? A few days ago she had started dreaming about this storm. And now, she even had this dream during the day? Musing about it, she played with the necklace she was wearing today and looked out of the window. Her thoughts slowly returned to the present. She was at Southside High, helping some of the children with their homework. Her mother was convinced that this honorary work would look good on her college-applications.

College...just a few months more in this town and she could finally leave Riverdale. Soon, she would graduate from school. She felt more uncomfortable in Riverdale from day to day. Every day an oppressive feeling crept up on her. A gaze out of the window reinforced this feeling. It was only September, but during the night last night, all the green leaves had changed their color. They all had turned brown. It was a gruesome and mysterious spectacle of nature and no one could explain it properly. No one knew what happened. Therefore, people just ignored it. As always. No one in Riverdale wanted to know the truth. Never. Everything that could be inconvenient in the slightest was ignored completely. The blonde was so damn tired of it.

With a sigh, she looked at her students. All the kids worked eagerly on their tasks. Betty couldn’t hide the smile that spread over her lips. It had taken a few weeks, until these kids trusted her, however now they did it. Now, they tried to impress her and in order to do so, they concentrated even more on their homework. Since they were all busy and nobody seemed to require her help, Betty left the small classroom to get herself something to drink. She could use it. And maybe also some chocolate. She instantly had to think about her mother and what she would say about that. "Chocolate? Dear, you should keep an eye on the calories you’re eating." Betty shook her head in an attempt to get rid of this thought. Alice didn't have to find it out.

As she arrived in the small break room, she approached the corner in which the vending machines filled with beverages and sweet junk stood. Betty bought something to drink and disappeared further into a quiet corner of the room. She needed a pause, she needed silence. Just for a few minutes. However, the silence didn't last very long. After a few minutes, the door opened and two guys entered the room.

A redheaded guy, who Betty knew only too well. It was Jason Blossom, her sister's ex, if you believed what the people around town were saying. Betty instantly froze, her fists clenched, nails digging into the soft skin of her palm. What was he doing here? Now her gaze shifted to the second guy. The other one was a dark-haired boy, with a certain beanie on his head and piercing blue eyes. The blonde knew him too.

It was Jughead Jones. Betty hadn’t seen him in years though. But he hadn’t changed that much. After his father was arrested and sentenced five years ago and his mother had vanished, leaving him alone with his sister, a foster family from the Southside had taken the siblings in and they both had to transfer to Southside High. Actually, she had hoped to see him here, when she was tutoring the kids. Because a few years ago they were best friends and there were days when she really missed him. But they weren’t best friends anymore. It felt as if they were hundred miles apart. But in truth, it was only another district of this damn town, another school. But that had changed everything between them.

For a moment she thought about revealing her presence. But the conversation between them seemed to be heated, and she decided that she didn't want to interfere. Instead, Betty listened while holding her breath. "Tell me what you did to Toni, tell me where she is, or I swear to god, I’ll bust the drug deals you’re doing on this school, asshole!" Jughead hissed and pushed Jason into the wall beside the door. He grabbed Jason by the collar and held him there. You would think that Jason was stronger than Jughead, but it didn’t seem to be that way. Although Jason didn’t exactly fight back.

"I don't know where that slut is! I’ve told you this a thousand times already. She simply had enough from this shitty town and ran away. Accept it!" Jughead laughed. However, it was not joyful. It was icy. And it gave Betty the chills.

"Believe me, if she wanted to leave Riverdale just like that, I would’ve known about it." Now Jason laughed too, and he shook his head in disbelief.

"Oh, come on. Do you really believe, just because you were allowed to fuck her from time to time, that she told you everything?" Betty blinked, confused and disgusted by Jason’s words. And apparently Jughead didn’t like them either. He let go of Jason, just to punch him straight in the face with his fist.

"Bastard! You of all people should know that Toni and I were just friends. I’m gonna expose you. I’ll go to the principal and tell him everything about you." Jason bent forward, holding his chin he began to laugh.

He sounded batshit crazy, as if he was losing his mind. As he began to speak again, he whispered, and Betty had trouble understanding him. "You won't cause any more problems for me…You won’t have to worry about her anymore once I’m done with you…" With these words, he pulled a weapon from his jacket and aimed it directly at Jughead. Betty covered her mouth with her hand in order not to cry out loud. What was happening? Where did Jason even get that gun?

"Jason". Jughead said nothing more than Jason's name, letting it sound like a warning. But Jason didn't listen to this warning. Instead, he started waving the pistol around in front of Jughead while he was speaking.

"You’ll regret it! This whole town will regret it! I will finally free myself from this hell and YOU will certainly not hinder me!!" Jason was furious now, Betty could see it in his eyes. And he wanted to say more, but he was stopped. Because a shot came off. With eyes wide open, Betty watched as Jughead fell to the ground, hit from Jason's shot. Blood spread over the ground immediately.

“Jughead!” A scream left her lips, she stretched out her arm while she got up in order to run over to her childhood friend and help him. And suddenly, everything slowed down around them. Everything moved in slow motion. Her view become blurred and everything began to move backwards slowly, getting faster and faster eventually.

Only seconds later Betty found herself back in the small classroom where she tutored the kids, standing near the window, playing with the necklace she was wearing. Did she have another nightmare? Was this a déjà-vu? Everything was exactly like she left it earlier. But her breath was heavy and she could feel one single tear rolling down her cheek. She wiped the tear away vehemently. Was she crazy now? Did those last few minutes really fly by backwards? She was distracted from her thoughts as a child near her suddenly knocked over their pencil case by accident and all the pens spread out on the ground.

She could try again. This way she could find out if she really was crazy. With her heart throbbing Betty stretched out her hand again, she concentrated on the child and only seconds later, her view became blurred again. The pens flew back into the pencil case, and the pencil case was laying on the table again. Betty withdrew her hand. The child knocked the pencil case over once again now, but Betty could catch it before all the pens landed on the ground. What on earth was happening here? Betty felt like she was losing her mind. Did she just...rewind the time?

Her gaze flew to the door. Should she go back to the break room? Could she maybe prevent what had happened there, only a few minutes earlier? Jughead couldn’t die! She couldn’t let that happen! Betty hurried to get out of the classroom and stumbled into the break room. It was quiet, just like before. Everything was the same. She disappeared into the rear corner again and looked around. On one desk, she saw a stone. Somebody must’ve brought it in here. Betty grabbed it even though she admittedly didn't exactly know what she would do with it. It was better than nothing. Just after she hid once again, Jughead and Jason came into the break room, as before. The same things happened, they said precisely what they said before. Betty started to feel the panic in her body and she resisted the urge to clench her fists. How on earth could she prevent Jugheads dead? Feeling kind of helpless she looked around again, and her gaze landed on the red fire-alarm. She hammered on the glass with the stone and activated the alarm, only seconds before Jason pulled the weapon. Jughead stood still for a moment, looking around in confusion.

"We are not done, Blossom” he hissed and hurried out of the room. Jason followed him only seconds later. However, the weapon remained in his jacket. Betty breathed a sigh of relief. Tears streamed down her cheeks now. What was going on here? She had no clue and suddenly, Betty felt extremely weak. She sank to her knees and hid her face in her hands, while she began to cry recklessly.

#bughead #bughead fanfiction #Life is strange AU #my fic #multi chapter #splinters in the fire

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networkingdefinition · 4 years

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• A rhododendron bud lavender-tipped. Soon a glory of blooms to clash with the cardinals and gladden the hummingbirds! – Dave Beard • Add a drop of lavender to milk, leave town with an orange, and pretend you’re laughing at it. – Bill Bailey • As a kid I’d play with homemade recipes, like putting pineapple on my face to exfoliate my skin and doing facial steams with lavender or peppermint oils. I just loved doing stuff like that. It’s what motivated me to launch my skin care line. – Demi Lovato • As far as what I do love, I love birds; I love lavender. – Michael Moore • Avoid men who call you Baby, and women who have no friends, and dogs that scratch at their bellies and refuse to lie down at your feet. Wear dark glasses; bathe with lavender oil and cool fresh water. Seek shelter from the sun at noon. – Alice Hoffman

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[clickbank-storefront-bestselling] • Can I have a look at Uranus too, Lavender? – J. K. Rowling • Day after day we looked for rain, and day after day we saw nothing but the sun. Lavender that we had planted in the spring died. The patch of grass in front of the house abandoned its ambitions to become a lawn and turned into the dirty yellow of poor straw. The earth shrank, revealing its knuckles and bones, rocks and roots that had been invisible before. – Peter Mayle • Even talking, I’m super-loud. I could never have that kind of meek, little wispy whimsical lavender and lace voice. It comes from my body. There’s no way I can fight it. – Beth Ditto • Gay people do not fight for freedom to live in a lavender bubble, but in a more just society. – Urvashi Vaid • He domesticated and developed the native wild flowers. He had one hill-side solidly clad with that low-growing purple verbena which mats over the hills of New Mexico. It was like a great violet velvet mantle thrown down in the sun; all the shades that the dyers and weavers of Italy and France strove for through centuries, the violet that is full of rose colour and is yet not lavender; the blue that becomes almost pink and then retreats again into sea-dark purple—the true Episcopal colour and countless variations of it. – Willa Cather • Here’s flowers for you; Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi’ the sun And with him rises weeping: these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age. – William Shakespeare • Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi’ the sun, and with him rise weeping. – William Shakespeare • I love Thieves, it is therapeutic, if you’re not feeling well. It has a very strong scent but is quite wonderful. I also use lavender. Peppermint, when my stomach is upset. – Donna Karan • I love you, Hermione,” said Ron, sinking back, rubbing his eyes wearily. Hermione turned faintly pink, but merely said, “Don’t let Lavender hear you saying that.” “I won’t,” said Ron into his hands. “Or maybe I will . . . then she’ll ditch me . . . – J. K. Rowling • I put a drop of lavender essential oil on my pillow before I go to sleep. – Melissa Joan Hart • I saw Chungking for the first time more than 40 years ago – a city of hills and mists, of grays and lavenders, two rivers shaping it to a point and the cliff rising above me like a challenge. – Theodore White • I turned over, and those big hands got to work on my back. I stifled a whimper in the pillow, because Marco’s idea of a massage bore no resemblance whatsoever to the relaxing spa variety. There was no lavender oil, no soothing music, no hot towels. Just an all-out assault on cramped muscles, until they cowered in surrender and turned to Jell-O. – Karen Chance • If feeling anxious about anything Dr Bachs night time rescue remedy is great. Sometimes a bath before bed helps. Burning Lavender or Clary Sage in the room before retiring. Try not to work on my computer very late and then bed straight after. Getting enough exercise definitely helps sleep. – Rachel Ryan • If you had to choose an oil…it would have to be lavender essential oil, because it is antibacterial and antiviral. So, it’s great to have when people around you are sick; it can also be used to relax. – Karen Rose • it always seems to me as if the lavender was a little woman in a green dress, with a lavender bonnet and a white kerchief. She’s one of those strong, sweet, wholesome people, who always rest you, and her sweetness lingers long after she goes away. – Myrtle Reed • It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer. Everything fades: the shimmer of gold over White Cove; the laughter in the night air; the lavender early morning light on the faces of skyscrapers, which had suddenly become so heroically tall. Every dawn seemed to promise fresh miracles, among other joys that are in short supply these days. And so I will try to tell you, while I still remember, how it was then, before everything changed-that final season of the era that roared. – Anna Godbersen • It was our favorite part of the day, this in-between time, and it always seemed to last longer than it should–a magic and lavender space unpinned from the hours around it, between worlds. – Paula McLain • Lavender is the new pink. I’ll never stop wearing pink but I wanted to venture out. – Nicki Minaj • London life was very full and exciting […] But in London there would be no greenhouse with a glossy tank, and no apple-room, and no potting-shed, earthy and warm, with bunches of poppy heads hanging from the ceiling, and sunflower seeds in a wooden box, and bulbs in thick paper bags, and hanks of tarred string, and lavender drying on a tea-tray. – Sylvia Townsend Warner • Look, why don’t you go talk to Ron about all this?” Harry asked. “Well, I would, but he’s always asleep when I go and see him!” said Lavender fretfully. “Is he?” said Harry, surprised, for he had found Ron perfectly alert every time he had been up to the hospital wing. – J. K. Rowling • My favorite name for a color is “puce.” It’s kind of a dried blood color. It’s a hideous color. But I love the word. It’s so euphonic. But my favorite colors are lavender, purple, periwinkle blue, and white. – Elizabeth Taylor • Oils of cinnamon and eucalyptus are as powerful against some microorganisms as conventional antibiotics, and are especially effective against flus. Sandalwood oil from Mysore, India, is not only a classic perfume oil but is also a traditional remedy for sore throats and laryngitis. Lavender oil, so often used in toilet waters and scented sachets, has a dramatic healing action on burns. – Robert Tisserand • One trick I swear by: I pour a little neroli or lavender oil onto a hot towel and use it to wipe off my makeup. It opens up my pores, and then my face cream sinks in better. – Courteney Cox • The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows. – William C. Bryant • The raindrops played across the coast all through the night, until the soft new day shrugged itself awake, tried on amethyst and lavender for a while, and finally decided on pale yellow. – Gary D. Schmidt • The scent organ was playing a delightfully refreshing Herbal Capriccio – rippling arpeggios of thyme and lavender, of rosemary, basil, myrtle, tarragon; a series of daring modulations through the spice keys into ambergris; and a slow return through sandalwood, camphor, cedar and newmown hay (with occasional subtle touches of discord – a whiff of kidney pudding, the faintest suspicion of pig’s dung) back to the simple aromatics with which the piece began. The final blast of thyme died away; there was a round of applause; the lights went up. – Aldous Huxley • There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can. – Alice Hoffman • To make a perfume, take some rose water and wash your hands in it, then take a lavender flower and rub it with your palms, and you will achieve the desired effect. – Leonardo da Vinci • Valentine’s Day money-saving tips: Break up on February 13th, get back together on the 15th. In place of bubble bath, use lavender-scented dish-washing liquid. Forget rose petals. Sprinkle the bed with sliced beets! – David Letterman • We lavender folk spray up, spontaneously flowering in the color we had learned as an identifying mark of our culture when it was subterranean and secret. – Judy Grahn • What a turnaround in sentiment ‘Glee’ exemplifies. It was only a few years ago that pursuing the dream of a Broadway career or cabaret stardom relegated some poor yearning dope to a lavender ghetto of losers, self-deluders, and social rejects. – James Wolcott • What woman, however old, has not the bridal-favours and raiment stowed away, and packed in lavender, in the inmost cupboards of her heart? – William Makepeace Thackeray • When hope is fleeting, stop for a moment and visualize, in a sky of silver, the crescent of a lavender moon. Imagine it — delicate, slim, precise, like a paper-thin slice from a cabochon jewel. It may not be very useful, but it is beautiful. And sometimes it is enough. – Vera Nazarian • When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots? – Shel Silverstein • With this recitation of paraphernalia and detritus, O’Brien manages to encapsulate the experience of an army and of a particular war, of a mined and booby-trapped landscape, of cold nights and hot days, of soaking monsoons and rice paddies, and of the possibility of being shot, like Ted Lavender, suddenly and out of nowhere: not only in the middle of a sentence but in the midst of a subordinate clause. – Francine Prose • Womanist is to feminist as purple is to lavender. – Alice Walker • Yours is… il sent comme lavande.” Is that French for ‘You stink’?” It means ‘lavender’.” Huh.” She sniffed at her wrist. “I thought I smelled more like a grape Popsicle. – Lynn Viehl

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Final Project - Get Up Girly

Nowadays, most of the young people usually play games, watch videos or check their social media page on smart phones for leisure in scattered time. Therefore, the internet is the most useful source for getting information for the people who prefer staying at home instead of going out to have fun or reading books in weekend and holiday. For a part of the international students who are not social or not familiar with the city they live in like me, I will not go to some places such as Disney Land or Universal Studio to have fun if I am in vacation and my close friends finally finish their whole-term school works, so the internet is the only media I spend on relaxing or gathering information in most of my break time. These kind of information gradually forms my knowledge, aesthetic standard even my personality then influences my preferences or character effect my styles of doing artwork and my daily behaviors. As a result, I will discuss how my favorite three objects which take most of my time on the internet cast the effects indirectly on my art style, as a student in illustration major, which are Takarazuka Revue, Lolita Fashion and my favorite four illustrators.

Firstly, The Takarazuka Revue is a Japanese all-female musical theater troupe. Women play all roles in lavish, Broadway-style productions of Western-style musicals, and sometimes stories adapted from Manga and Japanese folktales. The Takarazuka Revue was founded in 1913. Ichizo Kobayashi, the founder of Takarazuka Revue, believed that it was the ideal spot to open an attraction that would promote train ticket sales and draw more business to Takarazuka. Since Western song and dance shows were becoming more popular and Kobayashi considered the Kabuki theater to be old and elitist, he decided that an all-female theater group might be well received by the general public. The women play male parts are indicated to otokoyaku (male role) and those who play female parts are referred to as musumeyaku (female role). The Revue performs their first play called “Dongburago” by their initial 16-young-woman-chorus in 1914 then it is divided into two troupes which are Flower and Moon in 1921. Then the other three troupes emerge as time goes by. The company had become popular enough to obtain its own theater in Takarazuka, called “Takarazuka Grand Theater”. Today, the company owns and operates another theater, “Tokyo Takarazuka Theater”.

The five sub troupes of the Takarazuka Revue Company have their own different styles as well. Each troupe has a leading pair of actors: the "top star" as the best otokoyaku and the "top musumeyaku" playing alongside the top star. The plots of many performances develop around the top pair, who in combination with the alluring characteristics of the other members creates a uniquely captivating theatrical stage. People often say that the fortunes of the Takarazuka Revue follow those of the Flower troupe. Besides to its members' average acting skill, the troupe is popular for its gorgeously colorful presentation--as befits its name. Flower troupe is also well known as the treasury of otokoyaku, plenty of otokoyakus from Flower Troupe become top stars of other groups. For Moon Troupe, it does not only performed the first Japanese revue of "Mon Paris", but also play many representative musicals of Takarazuka first like "The Rose of Versailles" “Me and My Girl” “Ernest in Love” and "Gone with the Wind." Meticulous attention to group performances and exquisite acting are Moon tradition. The Snow troupe was inaugurated in 1924, the year the Takarazuka Grand Theater opened. It is the first to perform "Elisabeth", a musical based on a extremely famous German musical “Elisabeth”, but is also featured by doing Japanese traditional plays and dance. The Star troupe is found when the Tokyo Takarazuka Theater opened in 1933. They perform many works where the otokoyaku is particularly mesmerizing, such as "My Love Lies Over the Mountains" and "War and Peace." The theater company set out to create the Cosmos troupe when it decided to stage productions at the Tokyo Takarazuka Theater year-round. This was 65 years after the birth of the Star troupe and marked the beginning of the current five-troupe configuration. Besides five troupes, there are still a group is consisted with superior members called Senka. They are a group of assistence who appear in any of the troupes' productions as needed. They add a new twist when they join a performance and help to instruct their junior actresses.

I begin to be into Takarazuka is after I watch the musical called “Romeo and Juliet” performed by Moon Troupe which adapted by a popular French rock musical base on the same story. I start to be crazy about the actress who plays Romeo in that version called Rio Asumi, the current Top Star of Flower Troupe. She is originated in Moon Troupe and allocated to Flower Troupe in order to be a Top Star. “Romeo and Juliet” is the play when she still performs in Moon Troupe. Actually she is the only Otokoyaku I love while I am usually interested in Musumeyaku. Fans can always see them on the path to the theater with their fair skin color, elegant clothing style with their peaceful aura. However, they show audiences their powerful acting on the stage so I am deeply attracted by the contradictions between the roles they play and themselves and I want to be a person like them too. Base on my impression of Takarazuka and characters in their play, I draw an illustration project named “Rose and Guns”. I portrayed three characters in the real western history that Takarazuka Revue actress used to perform as. Marie Antoinette(1755-1793, from the play “The Rose of Versailles” “1789”),Elizabeth Amalia Engenia von Wittelsbach(1837-1893, from “Elizabeth”) and Josephine de Beauharnais(1763-1614, from “Napoleon, The Man Who Never Sleeps”) They are queens in the revolutionary era. In history they all received different judgments. Some say they have beautiful minds and appearances while some say they do not fulfill their duty as queens. Therefore the three drawings also reflect the theme of the project. By watching Takarazuka Revue, I can learn from their setting of the stage as the references of drawing background, their costume from both of the eastern and western certain period, and study the history and literature without reading boring books.

Secondly, I love search for the new arrival or the new outfit of different Lolita fashion brand. Lolita is a fashion subculture originating in Japan that is based on Victorian and Edwardian clothing with a Rococo influence. A 2008 New York Times report called Lolita fashion a cross between Alice in Wonderland and the Addams Family whose influences include “Victorian children’s wear, the French Rococo period, goth-inspired darkness and Japanese anime as well. The first known use of the term "Lolita” is in the September 1987 issue of Ryukou Tsushin, a Japanese fashion magazine. However, the origin of the term’s meaning is complex and remains unclear.

The movement itself grew out of styles created by the Japanese brands Milk and Pink House, established respectively in 1970 and 1973. The styles were worn by the readers of Olive magazine, who were colloquially called “Olive girls”. Designers branching out from Milk further influenced the style so that many other brands like Shirley Temple Cute, Emily Temple Cute, Jane Marple . In 1988, one of Onishi’s designers, Akinori Isobe, opened the Lolita fashion brand Baby the Stars Shine Bright, which is one of the most famous Lolita brand. In the 1990s, this fashion becomes so trendy that it influences in part by the success of early visual kei bands throughout Japan. Some musicians, including Mana of Malice Mizer, founded lolita-inspired magazines, which made the style popular among Japanese youth.

There are various of lolita styles, with indistinct boundaries between them which are Sweet Lolita, Classic Lolita, Gothic Lolita, Japanese Lolita and also Korean Lolita. In present, Chinese girls in Lolita fashion maybe the most in the world now which cause the appearance of Chinese Lolita. Chinese Lolita is featured by the design looks like traditional clothes in ancient Dynasty and Chinese traditional pattern and fringes. It has another name which is “Qi Lolita” because many Chinese Lolita Designers prefer to use the cut in cheongsam in Chinese Lolita dress, and cheongsam pronounce in “Qi Pao” in Chinese.

Even though the Lolita Fashion becomes increasingly popular now in China, people can obviously see that there are more and more girls start to wear Lolita dress, more and more Chinese Brand online and a continuous stream of events, Lolita fashion show and tea parties hold in plenty of cities. Especially I can probably see girls in Lolita Fashion every time I take subway when I went to Shanghai last year, the development of Lolita Fashion in China is totally different than Japan. It is regard as a hobby rather than a fashion style. For example, if people see a Lolita girl in the public they may think of her as a cosplayer. The reason of this misunderstanding is cause that the diffusion of Lolita from Japan to China is completely depends on the internet instead of a cradle like Harajuku in Japan. People firstly get to know this fashion from anime or games and associate with people with the same interests all through the internet. Moreover, the places individuals can see Lolita girl are in comic/anime expos. Thereby Lolita lovers announce “Lolita is not cosplay, Lolita is not a subculture of ACG”, it is still hard to change the public perspective.

Not only the masses, some of the Lolita girls set the barrier, lots of strange rules of wearing Lolita, to the girls who are potentially love this kind of fashion other than the high price of Lolita clothes. For instance, girl cannot wear Lolita with naked legs; people wearing jumper skirt must get a blouse inside. Any T-shirts or sneakers is not allowed in Lolita outfit.The ribbon of the bonnet must be tied beneath the jaw. If they want other to consider Lolita as a normal dressing style like other fashion styles, they need to tolerate other dress in the way whatever they want like usual clothes rather than blame them as the people who are not true love of Lolita fashion if they do not dress Lolita “correctly”

The last topic I want to discuss is four illustrators I follow on various social media or usually go to their official site from time to time. None of them are such the greatest artists from the history. They just post their works on the Internet, occasionally publish their own art books, and design some products with their illustrations for companies. However, I like their girly and dreamlike styles very much and they always inspire me.

The first one is a Japanese artist named Kira Imai. She is a famous illustrator among the girls who love Lolita Fashion because she always does promotion illustrations for a very popular Lolita brand called “Angelic Pretty”. The girls drawn by her usually have sleepy eyes with less expression. Otherwise, I like the way she draws the hair. No matter the hair style is curly hair or straight, long or short, Imai always show her ability to draw hair delicately with layers. Furthermore, the elegant animals, small stuffs or back ground she adds around the main figure make her works much more decorative.

The second one is an Italian artist called Nicoletta Ceccoli. I cannot find any introductive videos or information of this person and how she does her work. The third one is a Japanese artist called Shikimi. He is popular on the Internet while some costume company will buy the copyright of his design to cr eate real clothes. Also, some publish company or game company invites him to do some illustration of their publications. I really love the content and composition of his every single piece. The reason I talk about Ceccoli and Shikimi together is that both of them are the reference of my “Rose and Guns” project. My instructor of my portfolio introduces these coloring styles from Ceccoli so I use graphite to create this kind of dusty texture which brings a sense of darkness. For the composition, Shikimi always uses different objects or animal to imply something. Although we can see many small floating things they still assemble as an integral shape.

The last one is a Chinese illustrator called Nicole. I really admire her technique of using water color. She can blend colors into that it is looks like the real moon or fur of animals. She is good at drawing animals, girls and other cute elements which like children’s toys in pastel color or shiny watercolor pigments and combing these elements cleverly. Many stores produce paper stuffs pay for Nicole’s works and print them on masking tapes or cards. I am always encouraged by Nicole’s post of either her drawing or life style. She is older than me but still draws this kind of picture or she is always happy to find some cute things and art materials in very girly pastel color in real life and willing to turn them into her artworks. People may regard me as a strange person since it is simple and easy to live in the style we prefer. However, I heard from adults or friend who have stayed in America that it is weird to wear pastel or pinkish color among American. American professors do not like this girly, cute or Disney styles of drawing. Therefore, when I firstly attend into different classes, I always draw some “cool” and “bloody” image to meet this kind of “American Styles” and I am shy to share the work in cute style. It makes me confuse to design the subject which I am not interested and familiar with for my projects. My outfits for school time are messy as well. This is my first time I can wear my own clothes during the school time because students wear school uniforms all the time in China and I am really used to it so actually I do not have enough clothes to change every day. According to this previous situation, I am not clarify with my own style and buy bunch of the clothes then let the messy first term passes.

This “Rocking Bunny” is one page of my final viscomm 1 book which is kind of a study that I want to learn from Nicole’s and Kira Imai’s style and create my own style. Imai usually combine any animals with merry go round which is a very creative and lovely way for me so that I combine the bunny and rocking horse together. On the other hand, I have written that Nicole is talented at group different elements together. As a result, I try to change bunny’s ear into toe shoes, add plenty of ribbons with different patterns, and I also learn her brushstroke of watercoloring in digital drawing.

As time goes by, I am not only inspired by my favorite illustrators but also classmates have the same aesthetic with me. I wear the clothes I like in kind of Japanese pinkish style. For the assignment, maybe most of my male professor may only think my illustrations are sexual but I can get positive comments from the female classmates and figure models. It is a little bit like my previous life, I am not a girl that beloved by many boys but I can have a relationship with a girl friend I will cherish forever in different stages of my life. My works or my outfit may not be appreciated by most of the people under this society but I will keep living and drawing in this girly way I love in the future.

Work Cited

1. Takarazuka Official Website, http://kageki.hankyu.co.jp/english/troupe/index.html

2. Takarazuka Revue Introduction Movie, Youtube, February 26th, 2016, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r-8fS4LCnkY

3. Takarazuka Revue Wikipedia, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Takarazuka_Revue

4. Lolita Fashion Wikipedia, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lolita_fashion

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