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[connecting-the-stars]

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Meditations on Eden 1

Writing for the sake of writing. Eden spoilers under the cut (also it’s long, oops)

Imagine you are a star in the sky, having only known the indifferent twinkling of your distant siblings and the loud silence of the universe.

Now imagine that you fall from such a comforting nothingness, at a blazing speed, towards a solid something below. You’ve been pushed out of your cradle of Light & Song and into a land of coldness and chaotic noise.

Imagine that you’ve been born. Would you not be angry? Would you not feel betrayed that a caring Mother would do such a thing to you, to remove you from your comfort? Perhaps that is why babies cry. Perhaps that is why many moths so quickly abandon their journey.

You settle into the terrible noise, learning the sound of the waves crashing on a shore and the sensation of wind whistling past your ears, and then out of the senseless noise you hear the tolling of bells and feel the vibrations resonate through you. Imagine that the star at your core trembles in response: it sounds like Her beckoning you back home.

All the while, you think, Why cast me out from the stars if only to call me back home again? What purpose does this serve? And yet She calls; and yet you trust Her.

So you follow.

You are told that all is given breath by starlight. Was I not breathing before?

You continue to follow Her voice.

Imagine that time passes, and existence becomes more bearable.

You find other fallen stars like you, other Children of the Light. Some are much taller, some much shorter, many in all shapes and colors adorning their vessels.

They sing songs of the Eye of Eden, the place of salvation, where Her Warmth proves itself true to those who have fallen to darkness. Have I fallen to darkness? Did she send me into this darkness, or was I dragged down by force?

The children gesture towards the Mountain crowned with a halo that She had been calling you to, an intense light extending from the summit back to the stars. That is where She is, She will save me and bring me home when I get there.

The children urge you to collect winged light, for these are the key to salvation. They caution that the Darkness wishes to reclaim these and that you must keep them safe. I will take these wings to Her to gain her favor.

So you continue to follow Her voice.

You pass through troubled lands devoid of the creatures’ songs, replaced instead by heavy air and the dead ground. Large creatures of not-Light swim through the thick air in endless circles, hunting for Her essences. They seek your winged light, your tickets home. You guard them jealously as you slip past, you refuse to give them up.

You ascend a mighty tower, full of graves and old stories and the dangers of hubris and ambition. The dreamlike void swirling with particles of light make you feel the closest to home you’ve ever been. These wings will surely be enough to get me home.

You continue to follow Her voice.

She leads you to the base of the Mountain, the Holy Site, irradiated with darkness, clouded in ash. Surely this must be a mistake? This doesn’t look like salvation at all!

And yet, in all your doubt, She calls; and yet, in all your apprehension, you trust Her. You continue to follow Her voice.

You scale this peak, cloaked in a storm of stones, patrolled by more of these dark creatures. You make a dash towards the open hallway, where She is calling from. You want to trust Her.

A gust of wind pushes you backward just a few inches, and your foot slips. Enough lost momentum for a torrent of rocks to pelt you, knocking you to your back. Helplessly you watch as the winged light that would surely bring you home scatter to the winds, dwindling and then fading to nothing, like candlelights in a hurricane.

Why? Why did She bring me here? This place is only pain, only anger. She couldn’t possibly dwell in a place like this, a place of absolute darkness. How could I possibly trust Her?

And yet, She calls.

You crawl between flung rocks and dragons’ eyesight towards Her voice, the loudest it’s ever been. You have no choice but to trust Her.

As you enter the hallway littered with winged light, you wonder if this is the salvation the children meant, the ultimate reward for your troubles. But it isn’t home. She beckons you further inward, Her sound is almost deafening now.

You hesitate a moment before continuing to follow Her voice.

You follow the voice into the Eye of Eden, the place of salvation.

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A crystal of darkness so intense that it’s poisoned the land for miles around it.

A shattered palace whose tile floors are now strewn with the petrified corpses of children who came before you.

Imagine that She has brought you here to a place reeking of death, dissonant with the scraping of stone against stone.

A place that children sang about.

Now imagine, right then, that you can’t hear Her voice anymore. You call out, just in case you’re missing something, but you feel no response.

Would you not be angry? Would you not feel betrayed that a caring Mother would do such a thing to you, to lead you to the place where you’d die again with no further explanation? Was falling away from the warm stars not enough?? You tried your best, you brought the light here, you did as you were told. Why couldn’t you be saved? Why isn’t She here???

You let out your anger and pain in a fiery scream, but the red crystal screams louder. You feel the darkness begin to slow you down and the threads holding the winged light to you begin to fray. Resigning to your arrogance and greed for answers, you step out into the downpour of rocks and kneel before the nearest stone child.

As you succumb to the intense darkness, you feel your remaining winged light tugging you, as though it were reaching for the fallen child. Reluctantly, you cradle one of your precious light in your hands and place it against the statue. Immediately, a golden light peeks through the cracks in their stone skin as the winged light combines with the child’s soul. You see your winged light count fall by 1.

They sing songs of the Eye of Eden…

You understand.

…the place of salvation…

You cannot save yourself. That is not why She brought you here.

…where Her Warmth proves itself true to those who have fallen to darkness.

The winged light was never yours to keep. Your salvation was never yours to claim. Love was never meant to be taken.

Realizing that time is short and your light is waning, you arise to your feet one final time and trudge through the storm and the sludge, reaching out and touching the damned with the light you had protected all this time. One by one, the winged light shine gold through the cracks in the stone like an ore vein, and the rocks begin to rain harder, as though the Darkness is punishing you for daring to be selfless in this final act.

As you reach out to the furthest sky kids in the darkest places, you feel the polluted water burn the soles of your feet, the pointed stones in your lungs. Your winged light reserves grow emptier and emptier, and the darkness begins to seep into your eyes and your joints and your heart.

As a loose stone clobbers the back of your head, your last winged light violently tears away from you, shattering instantly against the intense radiation. With your core now devoid of light and your soul emptied of all your achievements, you feel the darkness coat your body like a thick skin. The vessel you took on becomes heavy and movements laborious. The searing pain is unbearable.

You feel so hot, like your body is burning away, and as your heartbeat slows to a crawl, you grow cold. Is this the salvation? Will I spend eternity in a void?

What will become of them?

And as you exhale your last breath, the cold dissipates, and you feel nothing.

It is almost like falling asleep.

~~

It is almost like waking up.

Imagine you were a star in the sky, having only known the indifferent twinkling of your distant siblings and the loud silence of the universe.

Except now that twinkling is far gone, and the silence is even louder. You left your nonexistence and fell into existence. You left your cradle, learned to point, learned to charm the butterflies, learned to laugh, learned to cry, learned to dance, learned to fear, learned to pray.

And in your final moments of existence, you learned to love. Truly, wholly, and with wild abandon, even without the guarantee that it would benefit you somehow in the end.

Yes, another child comes along on the same pilgrimage and saves you too. You’re reborn, you get to reenter the world you’ve come to love again. But that’s not necessarily what this story is about.

Imagine that She is you. Imagine that you are Her. You are Her Warmth, Her Salvation made manifest, Her Guiding Light. You are the Voice that She led you along, and you are Her Kindness.

When the children sang the songs of the Eye of Eden, they were singing about Her, and they were singing about each other, and they were also singing about You.

[tadbitsickchickwithadick]

Woman who's a little too excited to be in the presence of the umfathomable, monstrous thing that is worshipped in these dark, desolate halls:

You're um , I would love to devote myself to your pleasure, like a priestess giving over her carnality to a higher being. One that may not be quite as innocent or demure as the priestess' intent. The pressure of holding oneself to the gaze of something so magnificent it sends tremors preemptively attempting to guide her away from the danger. But she knows better, she wants this. They say it's only scary for but a moment when one falls to their death, and watching the beauty before her she knew she'd spend eternity happily frozen right before the impact.

For Her

[yandere-kokeshi]

Naga Valeria was... Divine. I think of it now daily.

Love how you made it gn, most female aligned fics with her manage to make me feel dysphoric.

I do too — she's so 😩🫶🫶

I agree with you. Even though I headcanon as her being lessbian and into women, I don't see why she also wouldn't be obsessed with a non-conforming goblin 🤷‍♂️

[rose-coloured-prince]

You can now find my fics on ao3 :3

[anonymergremlin]

Thinking about getting myself an AO3 account. I mean, there is a few things I want to write about (not just LoP, but a lot of LoP). One things is my P x OC story, but damn. I still feel really anxious about it... I wish I was a better artist to at least show her. I sometimes feel like my writings are not interesting if they go in this direction, which is totally fine it's just... *stares* I am idiot. Well I will tell ya guys when the account is done and has a leat one piece.

[scarlettriot]

Hi there hun!

I just wanna ask when you're going to add a new chapter your She Lit A Fire story?

(I'm sorry if I sound pushy, just genuinely curious about its status cause I've been waiting for it for months now)(You don't need to answer if you don't want to!)

Thank you for at least reading! Get some rest, eat good, and don't forget to drink water!

Hey Nonny,

I wish I had a more concrete answer for you but at this point, I just don’t know. I have it written but it’s choppy at best and no where close to actually being finished.

Unfortunately, I wouldn’t expect it anytime soon. Work is keeping me very busy and I’ve had some things arise in my personal life that have made focusing on writing incredibly difficult. I do want to finish it though and I plan to. That story specifically I hold very dear to my heart.

Realistically, I’m hoping to get it posted some time around the New Year. If it’s before that, it’ll just be a happy surprise, I hope.

If you’d like to come off anon though I’d be happy to add you to the tag list so you’ll be notified when it is posted.

♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

[rainbows-r-nice05]

~Photographed Memories~

An Anthony Lockwood fanfiction

Content: you'll see :)

Summary: You recall the first date you have ever been on with Anthony Lockwood. And you wish it could last forever.

Word Count: 2,400 (according to Google Doc.)

Notes: Wow, ok I have never been on a date before so I do not know how dates work so... just bear with me on this one lol. I personally liked this one but like I said earlier, there will be some mistakes because my writing is crap :). Anyway please enjoy this cute chapter!!

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Chapter 1

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     Our first ever photo was one that is cherished and has a very special meaning behind it. The photo was taken on Your first ever date with the one and only Anthony Lockwood. The photo was a framed one and it was taken outside. You and Lockwood decided that for your first date, the both of you would have a picnic at a park. The picture shows the both of you smiling at the camera, super close to each other. Your cheeks are almost touching and the sunlight was hitting the both of you at the right angle. The light really made your (e/c) eyes dazzle like the stars and Lockwood's skin was practically shining. 

     Lockwood was the one who asked you out. It was actually at the dinner table and he just spat it out like it was something entirely normal. You have had a crush on Anthony for some time now and you could not resist the date offer. The date went a little something like this: 

     "Ok, How about this one Luce?" You were currently trying on cute sundresses you got from your family. You and Lucy shared a room (for now) and you both had a changing wall to go change behind. You currently have a deep dark blue one that just did not set right. "Hmmm…." Lucy said while having a finger to her chin trying to think. "It's too dark. Maybe try this one on." She held up a soft, yellow knee dress with cute little white flowers on it. "Oh my gosh I really like this one!" you say as you hold the soft fabric in your hands. "I must try this on!!" You exclaimed as you went to go change behind the changing wall. 

     Oh my gosh were you beautiful. You stepped out and Lucy's mouth fell open. "You look absolutely gorgeous you come see for yourself," she says as she grabs you by the shoulders and walks you to the mirror. "Oh my gosh you are right and oh…" you murmured as you felt the sides of your dress. "OH MY GOSH THEY HAVE POCKETS?!?!?!" "NO WAY!!!" "OH I AM SO WEARING THIS!!!" You exclaimed as you put your hands in your pockets and did a little spin. Smiling your face towards Lucy who also had a big smile on her face. "Now onto your makeup and hair!!"

     You trusted Lucy, I mean you both lived in the same room for about a year now and the both of you are best friends. Once she was done with your makeup and hair, you looked in the mirror one last time. Your makeup was light with some blush, a little mascara, and some pink lips. Your hair was down and curly with a cute headband. You took a deep breath as you looked at yourself before going down to greet Lockwood. "Hey…" Lucy said as she put a hand on your shoulder. "It's ok to be nervous on a first date," she said soothingly. "I know, I just don't know how to act." You said as you played with the helm of your dress. "You know, I am pretty sure he is nervous too. I heard him bickering with George about how nervous he was for today." A pink tint arose onto your cheeks as you thought of Anthony talking George's ear off about a girl he has liked. 

     All of a sudden you hear a knock on the door. "Y/n, Anthony is ready whenever you are." You heard George's voice through the door. "Alright, I'll be down in a minute!" You yelled down. You looked in the mirror one last time, taking a deep breath and thinking to yourself about what lies ahead. You turned around and smiled at Lucy. She then pulled you into a hug and you felt the warmth radiating off of her. "This is it, the moment I have been waiting for." "And it's your time to shine," Lucy said as she pulled away. "Ok, just remember the key points I taught you last night." Lucy said as she led you out the door. "Trust me, I will not forget them."

     You approached the door and took a deep breath as you put your hand on the door knob, slowly turning it. As you opened the door you walked out and went down the first flight of stairs. You then turn to go down the second flight of stairs into the hallway when you see Anthony and George talking to each other at the front door. He had on a white button down shirt with trousers and nice looking shoes. And then you caught the attention of Anthony's face which looked absolutely starstruck. The way your hair was curled and was down along with how the sun was shining on your face. Your dress swished as you moved down the stairs. Once you got down you walked toward Anthony. You were now face to face with him and you just looked at each other. "Hi," you said as you locked eyes with him. "Wow, you look absolutely stunning." You felt heat rush to your cheeks as you stood there with your hands folded. "Thank you," you said as you looked at Anthony for a good bit until breaking eye contact. Sometimes you could never tear away from his chocolate brown eyes. Something with them that made you want to look at him forever. "So, are you ready," Anthony said as George handed him the basket filled with baked goods and a blanket to sit on. You took the blanket from Anthomy's hands, indicating that you wanted to hold it. "As ready as I'll ever be," you smiled up at him. "You two love birds have fun!!" You heard Lucy yell from the stairs. You smiled at her and waved to her. Grinning, Anthony opened the front door for you to walk through and out you went down from the stairs to the iron gate. You then waited for Anthony who opened the gate for you and closed it behind him. "Now then, shall we?" He held his hand out for you to hold. "We shall," you grinned up at him and you slid your fingers into his long thin ones. You two walked along the sidewalk in the sunny morning with a gentle breeze flowing.

     "So, I saw you reading in the library yesterday, what were you reading exactly?" Anthony asked. "Wow Lockwood, you could have asked so many more questions and you chose that one." You tell him with a teasing smirk. "What? It's a genuine question." He said laughing. You and Anthony had that kind of relationship with either one of you teasing the other. It actually happened ever since you met him. "Well, if you want to know," you say with a sly smirk as you look at him for a second. "I was reading one of my favorite books and also one of the greatest American tragedies of all time. It is called The Great Gatsby." You say as you continue to walk down the sidewalk. "The Great Gatsby…. I don't think I have ever heard of it." He said looking at you for a second. "It is indeed an American novel and I read it already during school. I just had to pick it up again and reread it." You both kept talking about books and different authors and turns out, your favorite author's are C.S. Lewis and J.R.R Tolkien ( or whatever you desire). "Perhaps I should ask you what you read." " Ohhh you know, magazines and all. Trying to keep up with the latest London drama." You laugh a little at the little joke he made. "Well isn't that lovely."

     The rest of the walk there wasn't at all bad. Once you all got to the spot it was quite beautiful. The sun was shining just right and there were trees scattered around along with birds chirping and singing in the air. There was a gentle breeze that would come and go. No one else was there except you and Anthony. He set down the basket and took one side of the blanket from your hands in order to lay it out on the grass. While that was happening, your fingers grazed his hand and sparks shot through your fingers. You blushed a little at this and smiled shyly. You both extended the blanket in the air and laid it down in the grass. Anthony then stepped on the blanket in order for it to stay down and extended his hand in order for you to take it and step on the blanket in order to sit down on it. 

     Anthony then pulled the basket to the both of you and lifted the cloth from above it and the smell of the baked goods fills your nose. "Oh my gosh.." You say as you take a (f/c) cookie out of the basket. "These are my favorite cookies of all time!!" You bit into the warm, gooey cookie and instantly groaned at how delicious it was. "Mmmm.. Oh my gosh these are so good." Anthony chuckled in a low voice. "Yeah, I kind of told George to sneak in some of your favorite cookies." Anthony nervously scratched behind his neck. "Aww, Lockwood you knew, Thank you." You said as you got closer to him. "It was no worry." Anthony said as he took a cookie out to munch on. 

     "So, what is this great American tragedy about?" Anthony said as he was getting more into the book you were reading. "Oh Lockwood you wouldn't believe how good it is, the setting of the 1920's along with the love tied between, and also—" Anthony couldn't help but stare at you in complete awe as you rambled about something you loved. The way your eyes lit up and how your posture straightened caught his eyes. The breeze flowing through your hair as you spoke with an excited voice and your eyes lit up like the Eiffel Tower. He couldn't help but smile at the way you were so intrigued with this story. "And at the end, there–... Oh, was I rambling just now?" You realized just now that you were just talking Anthony's ear off about this book he had never read. You see, before you met Lockwood, you would read so much, but no one would even bother listening to your summaries of the stories. "Oh no, you can keep going, it was quite cute actually," Anthony said with a small smirk as he took a doughnut from the basket. You felt your cheeks twitch up into a giant grin at and felt heat rush to your neck and cheeks. "Actually you know what, I don't want to spoil the ending for you, why don't I read it to you." You say with determination in your eyes. "Of course, cannot spoil an ending to a tragedy," Anthony said with a cocky smirk. You then unexpectedly gasped as you remembered you brought your camera. Pulling it out you told Anthony, "We need to take a picture together, to document our first official date." "Darling, I would love nothing more," he said as he scooted closer to you. You could feel the warmth of his breath close to your neck as you held up the camera to take the picture. "Ok here we go!" You say as you and Anthony smiled and you pressed the camera button and took the picture. It then slides out and you take it in your hands. "It would take a while to develop but until then, we have evidence we went on our first date." "Yes my love and I look forward to taking more pictures with you in the future." He said in his smooth soft spoken voice that made you weak. "Oh Lockwood…" you sighed sweetly and blushed like a tomato. You cuddled up into him. He put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to him. You looked into the distance in a nice peaceful setting, imagining what life would be with Anthony as the love of your life. 

     The rest of the date went fairly smoothly and once you both were done, you cleaned up and helped Anthony pick up the blanket and the basket. You then walked home, hand in hand and enjoying the rest of the evening. The sun was almost setting and the breeze was getting colder. You slightly shivered as you walked with each step. "Oh, here," Anthony then took off his jacket and put it around your shoulders. "Oh, why thank you." "It's no problem." Anthony said as the both of you continued to walk home. 

     When you got back to 35 Portland Row, you were kind of sad the date was over. You and Anthony walked into the house and went into the kitchen in order to unpack. As you finished unpacking, Anthony took your hands into his and fully faced you. "I really enjoyed this date and I really do wish to go on another one with you in the future." He said with eyes glued to yours. "Lockwood, I would love to, I would say yes a thousand times more." You both held eye contact, the love coming from each other bounced through like sound waves. The energy being transformed into something sweet. You gathered up the courage to then give Anthony a loving kiss on his cheek which left him all flustered. You let go of his hands and went to grab the picture you took earlier. "Aww look at us," you cooed as you showed Anthony the picture. "Oh wow who is that handsome fellow in there," Anthony said as he pointed to himself. You slapped his arm playfully and laughed along with him. "You prick!" He wrapped an arm around you as you wrapped your arm around his waist and you two were just in love with each other. Soon you would tell Lucy everything that happened, but for now, you are just here, enjoying the moment with your love. 

     With the picture in your hands, you must have stared at it for about what felt like an hour. You gently kissed the photo and slid it in its frame. Rummaging around your desk you find a red paint pen. You shook it in order for the paint to come through and gently pressed it on another paper to get the paint out. Once the paint came out, you gently wrote at the bottom of the frame "Our First Date" alongside it was a big red heart. Signifying that this love will always last between you and Anthony Lockwood.

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

thank you @twopoppies for tagging me! i haven't written that many fics, but:

you know it's an ialwaysknewyouwerepunk fic when...

there's water it's pensive it's familiar it's sweet it's hot

x x x

tagging @swimmingleo @hazsocks @monpetithl to make a moodboard but make it you know it's (x) art when...

[jtbb]

august 2017 (can you steal your own identity?)

[chitteringbeast]

[ consider this an interest checker. This means you're okay with me sending memes or @ ing you in random lil starters etc...]

[connecting-the-stars]

See You There, in the Storm Snippet:

It’s not that Liam thinks that he’s a better fighter.

No, not after the incident with Stiles and his Jeep, ending with Liam strung upside from a oak branch.

Being the freshman of the group, he’s only heard stories from the others; a camp filled with demigods. Training fields, armory’s, weapons , talking horses?

Kira tries to include him when they all fall back into the mythological topics, smiling sweetly as she explains the forgotten details, Stiles snapping his fingers at Malia when she denies that her team lost some game last year. She bares her teeth in a very displeased smile which is more a scowl, Scott rolls his eyes as he passes Liam his plate of remaining fries. Lydia seems to appear out of nowhere as she slaps his hands a few times until he’s moving his arms away from his papers.

“Move that x over to the 35, divide it from there. Don’t forget to square it.”

He flicks his eyes over the slanted rows of calculations, and of course he’s tripped over a step, grabs his pencil again after he stuffs a handful of cold fries in his mouth.

“Thanks, Lydia.”

He manages, as Scott’s elbow jabs into his side and they shift along the table’s bench, a space forming for the red head to drop into.

It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate this, them. The easy atmosphere, the helpful assistance for this damn math, but it’s definitely not what he’d expected.

They’re freaking demigods, right? What’s the point of doing algorithms, or going through the freaking long ass process of even getting into a college, when they have to worry about literal man eating monsters hunting them down.

Kira had dealt with a Nemean Lion just last week, had crashed through the campus’s parking lot with just a few vehicles getting caught as collateral damage. A blue Nissan having it’s windshield collapsed in, two pickups now having sister slashes trailing across their beds, a unsuspecting trash bin now a crumpled heap of metal.

She’d only walked away distraught that she missed half of literature 2.0, a bit disappointed that he’d chipped her favorite sword. One of the seven she keeps in her car, the satchel of tools crafted to perfectly reshape mystic metal.

Scott had offered his help instantly, irises of his eyes blinking a sunny yellow as Kira beamed at him. Both hunching over the steel pieces, his tanned hand hovering an inch over the now searing bright sword. Malia standing at the door of the bathroom with a blistering aura that had anyone keeping their heads down, an imposing figure if not for the lanky brunette pacing back and forth at her side, hands dancing to their own rhyme and reason. She nods, maybe grunts a few times as he lists the courses he’s gonna be fighting for a seat in next semester, voice raising in his hysterics. Their phones flickering to life when a spree of sharply worded texts land in their group chat, a red head deeply concerned about the blanket of trash that now litters over her gleaming scarlet convertible.

And Liam. Well, he kinda just flitted at the corners, weather it was scrambling out of the way of hell bent Malia or trying to ask Stiles how he can help, his responses are typically the same.

“Yeah, appreciate the offer, but fucking get down before your guts end up on the floor of the library.”

Harsh maybe, but that’s just Malia’s go to. Not that the same sentiment isn’t repeated by the others, years ahead in all their combat skills.

But, he’s apparently the son of the literal lighting bolt god. He should be doing more.

Liam just kinda thinks that a bit of training would be beneficial.

——

Subject to change, just testing out a voice for Liam. Listing out the gods for the pack.

[imdoingsortagay]

Would anyone want to see more Agatha or other characters??????

[mayearies]

idk what to write god

see the thing is @moonpiies is to blame

[nyaifyz]

I should not have hyperfixations cause I am on my way to explain & ramble about AUs and all the ocs I've created

I even made my own drone type with its pile of lore

[hydesjackiespuddinpop]

Updated Loud Girl and Puddin Pop