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smokesandsonatas · 3 years

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hai, how would malleus, leona and idia spoil their s/o?

- Ah yes, those of nobility. -

Idia

Idia is not a deprived child of materialistic things throughout his childhood.

As the young master who will inherit the Shroud family name someday, he's brought up in a classy, and almost science - y kind of sophisticated way.

Idia's idea of spoiling his s.o would came from the Internet.

His search history would be on online forums, asking things like 'what can i give to my s.o?' or even 'gift ideas for s.o'

Idia would receive comments like 'hey man, congrats, ur s.o probably appreciates simple gifts? maybe flowers for normies like that.'

Although Idia would frown at the rude and unhelpful comments sometimes, nonetheless he will just give you what he thought is best.

He will give you gifts, Idia - style.

You're just browsing the TWST version of social media, laughing at Cater's post, admiring Vil's viral post on MagiCam. Anything goes really.

Then a knock came on your door, with Grim eating a can of tuna, you're left all alone. Still, you stand up, opened the door and surprised to see a delivery person of some sort.

Though you're much surprised at the height of the package when it arrived.

It's as tall as the delivery man. Who nodded his head then walked out, leaving you gawking.

You immediately started to open the boxes, mind still confused as to who can possibly send you these packages?

But a gasp left your lips when you open it. There's... the latest version of a smartphone, snacks, chocolates shaped like skulls, clothes, a cat maid costume -

Wait, what? A cat maid costume?

Then you rummaged and slowly found these gifts, no doubt from luxury stores here in TWST.

A necklace, another piece of up - to - date gadget, another snack crate, flowers, another jewelry, an anime figure? Another costume?

By the time you're done, you're sure someone bought a whole store for you. Until an idea popped into your head.

Idia anxiously waits in his room, what if you don't like his gifts? Then it will turn into you not liking him anymore.

And as Idia heard a knock on his door, he almost jump, until he saw you -

Wearing the cat maid costume, with fake cat ears a - and Ah!

" Ah - uh - Um - You're h - here! -"

You cannot help but chuckle as Idia's hair glow stronger, he's stuttering much stronger now, eyes looking down.

You went and cornered him, until his knees hit the back of the bed, making him stumble down.

You grinned, mirroring his expression every time he's pleased.

"Let me thank you properly, Idia."

Leona

Leona's idea of spoiling you will be letting you rest with him every time he's taking his power naps.

Which is everyday...

Nonetheless he would ask you straightforward, "What do you want," in the most deadpanned voice possible.

You pout, sometimes Leona can still be too cruel.

He would let out a "Tsk," while you would pout in his direction.

But one time when it's a rare occasion that you're strolling with Leona inside the cafeteria, he would notice you admiring the deserts. Especially that little cupcake. How cute.

Does this herbivore wants that...

A few days later Ruggie was handing you something, inside a pink colored paper bag, he would chuckle at your oblivious face.

"Here, from Leona -" Then he was suddenly running away from you, laughing, as he did not even finished his sentence.

As you opened the box, you're surprised at it contents.

It was the cupcake you have your eyes on for days now! From the famous bakery in the cafeteria. You have to pay the dearest Prince a visit soon.

Later on, Leona looks at you with a frown on his face as he let out a, "Hah?"

You coyly smiled at him, sitting on his lap as he let out a grumpy groan.

"Thank you, Leona!"

He let out a scoff to mask his smile.

... Cute.

Malleus

Malleus is... too humble yet arrogant at the same time.

Everyone knows he's one of the most powerful mages, he's the future King of the Valley of Thorns, he's old enough to witness ancient cities, his grandmother is a powerful being, he's a descendant of the faeries -

The list goes on and on.

Honestly it was even a miracle Malleus feels something for you.

At first he would give simple gifts, like roses, flowers.

Then it escalates into something more.

It was a simple necklace with a little emerald rock on the inside. That's where it all start.

Every morning you wake up, you would see a bouquet of flowers on the table. Every. Single. Day.

Then his little jewelry gifts turn to bigger ones. At first the precious rock on your necklace was small, almost minimal. Then suddenly Malleus is handing you a box with a huge piece of gemstone inside.

You hold it in your hand.

... Its as big as your palm.

Jewelry. Jewelry. What's that? A magical stone? Why does it glow?

Malleus continues to hand you these gifts, and the only thing he's asking for you in return is that you walk with him and keep his lonely heart company.

You're talking with Deuce and Ace one day, and you slip that you have these precious glowing stones the size of your palm that came from Malleus.

Deuce literally gasped at you, "That's a rare stone! Only found in the Valley of Thorns!" He exclaimed.

You widened your eyes, "Huh? How much do they cost then?"

Ace tilts his head, "About a million madol per piece."

You almost spit your drink.

You need to give Malleus the talk.

Night has come and Malleus is actually frowning at you, is that a pout on his lips -

"If my gifts are not enough, I can always give you more -"

"No! I mean - uh, Malleus you don't have to you know? You're giving me these rare treasures and they cost a lot..." You sighed, "your company is enough, Tsunotarou."

Malleus let out a laugh at what you said, a dangerous glint in his emerald - slit eyes.

"You never fail to amuse, me. My little human."

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#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia #Spoiled reader #Twisted Wonderland imagines #twst idia #twst leona #twst malleus

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elsanna-shenanigans · 4 years

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February 2021 voting results + author links

March is almost over, and the results for February are finally in (we needed more time, sorry!) We started the year of 2021 very pleasantly (in the fandom, the world is actually on fire but we’re going to ignore that) with a nice helping of 15 stories.

A quick reminder list:

1. Taken but Found - heck (AO3, Tumblr) 2. Quo Vadis - FishyCoffee (FFN, AO3, Tumblr) 3. Did You Know - The Magic One Is You (AO3, Tumblr) 4. Off-Duty - Sapphica (AO3) 5. Welcome - Fruipit (FFN, AO3, Tumblr) 6. A Museum Date with You - Anam (FFN, AO3) 7. Fun Facts - Dont-Tell-Them-Its-Me (FFN, AO3, Tumblr) 8. The Treasure of Doggerland - Sapphica (AO3) 9. The Search For The Feathered God - Space Alien (AO3) 10. A Walk Through Ancient Egypt - Mandajoy92 (AO3, FFN, Tumblr) 11. Untitled Story - anonymous 12. Life on Mars - Sapphica (AO3) 13. A Special History Class - anonymous 14. Valentine Vesuvius - adoraslastbraincell (FFN, AO3, Tumblr) 15. The Old House - themountainsays (AO3, Tumblr)

And the winning submission is...

Quo Vadis! Congrats to the winner, and a huge thanks to everyone who helped submitted their Ancient World stories for February.

Authors of the still unclaimed stories - please contact us if you want to claim your child.

Please reblog this post when you see it to make sure it reaches fans that don’t follow our blog yet - due to tumblr’s linking policy, it’s almost sure not to show up in the tag! Let’s all make sure the Authors receive proper credit for their hard work :)

Visit us on discord if you have any questions, or want to discuss the stories/participate in our detailed review/feedback club for the submissions!

#elsanna #February 2021 contest #prompt: ancient worlds #voting results #author links

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saetoru · 2 years

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hi tee ☺️ first of all just wanted to say congrats on the 10k wtf that is amazing!! but also not surprising with your works, but also that you and a couple of others on here have really inspired me to actively join fandoms again and write! (i am an ancient quizilla and lemon fanfiction.net bitch) so thanks for that :) not any time soon maybe with life and desperately wanting a pretty blog, but the seed has been planted and your posts and writing are only watering it!!

OMG hello !! this is such a cute ask im so excited for u to start a blog !! if it makes u feel better i started mine a little over a year ago, and that was not too long after i found out fanfic was on tumblr too dkjhfgb i used to read on fanfiction.net and ao3 back then (tho i still read on ao3 bc its superior)

but good luck on ur blog !! mine was SO ugly for the longest time back when i didn't know anything about themes. one of these days i will recreate it for u all to see bc i rmr that nightmare VIVIDLY. but ty for taking the time to send such a sweet ask !! it means the world and im super excited for u to come join us in the writing community hehe <33

#💌 — teemail.#♡ — return address: bo cute to

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ashes-and-ashes · 5 years

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March 10, 1971

Dear Remus,

Happy Birthday!! It’s weird to think that I didn’t know you a year ago, but I’m glad I know you now! Besides, what would you do without me? Thank God I’m around to keep you out of trouble.

Hope you like your cake!

Sirius

March 10th, 1972

Loops,

Looks like you’ve made it another year. Don’t worry - I’ll get you one day!

Hope you have the best birthday ever! Also, make sure you sit next to James at breakfast today. Trust me. You won’t regret it :)

Your amazing friend,

- S

March 10th, 1973

Happy Birthday you asshole! It’s so bloody unfair how you’re taller then me now and I absolute hate it and hate you. Piece of shit. Stop eating so much and shrink a little!

Thanks for always being there for me. I probably would have killed myself without you. Now if only you would STOP GROWING.

Tosser,

Love, Sirius

March 10th, 1974

Dearest Re,

Roses are red and I don’t want to be crass,

But take your birthday wishes and shove them up your ass.

You can do it in the Hall or do it in the Loo,

But I’ll always shove things up your ass just for you.

Happy Birthday you accident. Here’s to another 14 years of us being assholes and generally fucking things up!

xoxo Sirius (your ass-shoving partner)

March 10th, 1975

Dear Re,

The worst thing about birthday cards is finding that balance! Like honestly, I could write you a sappy, sentimental card about how you’re the smartest person I know, how sometimes it’s only the thought of you that gets me through the day. How even when I’m bleeding, even when she’s hurting me I know I can survive it because you did. You’re everything, Re - you’re the bravest, most beautiful person I know and I love you for it.

But because I am an amazingly cool person, I will not write such a sappy card because you will make fun of me. Therefore, I shall now end off with one of my trademark brilliant sarcastic comments:

Fuck You.

Happy Birthday!!

- Sirius

March 10th, 1976

Remus,

I was going to write you an extremely detailed plan of the things I intend to do to you tonight but James has a mental breakdown and threatened to choke me. I told him that only you were allowed to choke me and he was not pleased.

So I guess I’ll settle for waxing beautiful poetry because I am a dramatic bastard. Bite me. (I’m sure you will.)

Sometimes I take it for granted how much I love you - how I can tell it’s you by the sound of your footsteps, pick out your laugh even in a crowded hall. If you handed me a piece of paper I could draw your back from memory - every curve and every divot, every raised line of flesh because I’ve touched you and watched you that many times. And I forget that not everyone finds love like this, something so perfect and so beautiful and I’m just so, so grateful that I found you.

Have a great one,

- Sirius.

March 10th, 1977

Congrats! You’re an adult now, Moony - you can finally go and legally buy yourself a beer!

It’s absolutely fucking wild to think that this will be our last year at Hogwarts. Think about it - it’s the last time you’ll be awoken by James and Peter spraying you with water, the balloons in the great hall and the spiked hot chocolate. Won’t you miss it, Moons?

These last 7 years with you have been the best of my entire life. I’ve had so many firsts with you - first drink, first kiss, first smoke, first tattoo. You are my everything, Remus - my sun and my moon and every one of those millions of stars in the night sky. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

Always yours,

Sirius.

March 10th, 1778

Dear Re,

I was thinking the other day about why I bothered writing you a birthday card every year. I mean, the others do it but mine are so different. They’re letters almost, pieces of my heart that I’ve written down for you.

I know this year has been hard, with the Order and all. I know I couldn’t have gotten through without you. You are the pillars that hold me up, the face I see when I fall asleep every night. I say this every year, and every year I mean it more: I love you. I love you so much that it hurts.

And I think I know why I write to you like this. Because every year my love for you grows and if we all die...well. At least people will be able to see how much I loved you.

(Though it would be really fucking embarrassing for them to read some of my cards because holy shit, I am so dramatic.)

Happy Birthday, Moons!

xoxo, S

March 10th, 1979

To my beloved Moonpie,

Happy Birthday! Even with the world going to hell around us I will always be grateful to whoever is up there for letting me have you.

I found the box of old cards - I didn’t know you kept them all - and god, we were so young when we first met! That first card I wrote you - we were 11, Re! 11 years old. 8 years later and we’re still kicking!

Love you always!

March 10th, 1980

Re,

Happy Birthday you dinosaur! 20 years old - that’s ancient, mate. James is also halfway to owing me 100 quid - I bet him that all four of us would make it and he was stupid enough to bet against me.

So you have your regular present that you’ll open up, but it’s our 5 year anniversary, and I thought I’d give you something special. So, don’t open the sketchbook at the table please. There are some things that are not meant for the casual eye ;)

But seriously. Some of those drawings took me hours, and I loved doing them. 5 hours staring at your beautiful face? Worth it.

Happy Birthday!

- Sirius

March 10th, 1981

Dear Remus,

I’m sending this in the post so hopefully it gets to you. It sucks - I think this is the first time we haven’t been together for your birthday and I’m hating every minute of it.

I miss you so much. I miss your smile, your laugh, the curve of your throat and the feeling of your body against mine. I miss the way we would slow dance in the living room and kiss in the shower, play with Harry on the carpet and bake cookies in the kitchen. I miss you - everything about you, so much that sometimes I can’t breathe.

And I love you. It’s the only real constant thing in my life, me loving you. I love you so much it hurts.

Remus. God, I’m shaking. I wanted to ask you in person, but I’m too impatient. Patience has never been my strong suit. You know that.

Will you marry me?

#now what happened on october 31 1981 hmm?#wolfstar #wolfstar fanfic #sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter #marauders #marauders era #sirius black x remus lupin #remus lupin x sirius black

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derangedangel · 4 years

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Beautiful Distraction part III

Summary: You’re dealing with the fallout from Klaus finding out you lied about how you met

Word Count: 1,559

Author’s Note: Wow, I actually post something when I said I would and it’s the next/final part to a series.

Part I Part II

Here you were again. Back on a lounge chair at some fancy hotel pool side. Puerto Rico was nice, but, and you hate to say it, you missed Klaus. You weren’t exactly busy in San Juan, so you didn’t have anything to occupy yourself from thinking about what happened. The fallout kept replaying over and over in your head. You wondered what would have happened if you just came clean to Klaus before Damon spilled the beans. You shook your head dismissing the thought. You can’t change the past, and Klaus didn’t give you the opportunity to explain, so there was no point.

You adjusted your sunglasses on your face and laid back deciding to just take in the last remaining moments of sunlight for the day. Your eyes were closed but you suddenly felt a shadow fall over you, blocking your sun.

“Can you move,” you asked before even opening your eyes. “You’re blocking my s-,” you said but cut your self off when you realized who was standing in front of you. “Klaus?”

“Hello, Y/N,” Klaus smiled softly as he stood directly in front of the sun, so there was a halo around him. It was kind of ironic, seeing as how most people thought of him as the devil.

“What are you doing here? How did you find me,” you asked sitting up.

“You did say you were going to San Juan,” Klaus replied.

“Yeah, but there are hundreds of hotels here. You just happen to find the one I’m staying at?”

“I have my ways,” Klaus said smirking.

“Well, congrats. You found me,” you said leaning back into your seat, avoiding eye contact with him.

“I wanted to talk.”

“Last time we saw each other, you weren’t very keen on me talking.”

“I know and I should have,” Klaus said as he took a seat on the lounge chair next to you. “I was upset. I don’t let many people get close to me and when Damon said you were sent to keep me busy, I wasn’t thinking about anything else other than the fact that you were a ploy in one of his schemes. I’m a prideful man who just found out the woman I fancied deceived me. At least give me the benefit of the doubt.”

You quickly sat up and snached your sunglasses off your face. “Did you do me any benefits by kicking me out of your house butt naked in nothing but a bed sheet,” you asked angrily.

Klaus’s eyes fluttered to the ground in embarrassment. “That’s not my proudest moment, but I-”

“You embarrassed me Klaus,” you said somberly. “Do you know how it felt having Damon drive me to his house in nothing but your bed sheet, and wait for my clothes to come?”

“I should have handled it better, but when Damon said you were just sent to distract me, I felt foolish. I was embarrassed in my own home.”

“I understand that, but you couldn’t have even given me five minutes to explain?”

“Not in that moment. I was upset. And if you did explain, I wouldn’t have been interested in what you were saying. I only cared that Damon used you to get to me. That I failed to see you were a diversion in one of the Salvatore's schemes.”

Your shoulders slumped and you turned in your lounge chair so you were facing Klaus now. “Fine,” you said rolling your eyes. “I get it. I am sorry you had to find out that way though. I did mean to tell you.”

“Well, I am here now. So tell me,” Klaus replied leaning back so your faces weren’t so close. His hands clasped together in front of him as he sat across from you.

“Well,” you said trying to think of where to start. “I owed Damon a favor. He called me up and said he needed me to distract some old vampire.”

“An old vampire,” Klaus repeated, a glint in his eye.

“Oh, shut up. You know you’re ancient,” you teased before you continued. “Anyway, he just said I needed to keep you busy at the bar while he and his friends got something from your house. Klaus, I promise I had no idea it was you who I was distracting,” you said placing a hand on his knee to know you were being sincere. “If I knew it was you, or any Mikaelson for that matter, I would have stayed in Miami.”

Klaus’s unrelenting stare had you nervous but you hoped he believed you. He wouldn’t have just come all this way to hear you lie to him.

“I know,” Klaus said after a long pause.

“You know,” you repeated confused taking your hand off his knee. “Know what?”

“Damon told me.”

“Damon Salvatore told you,” you said pointing at him, “Klaus Mikaelson, that he called me up to distract you so he could steal from your home,” you asked in disbelief.

“A few days after our last encounter, Damon approached me at the Grill. He explained your part in his plan, and told me you had no idea who you were dealing with.”

“Why in the hell would he do that,” you asked shocked at your old friend’s actions.

“I was under the assumption that he felt guilty for our fall out. He made sure I knew you were only helping your friend. Might I add that I do find your loyalty to him admirable.”

You looked down in disbelief. “I can’t believe he did that.”

“If I wasn’t there I wouldn’t believe it myself, but rest assured, Damon did tell me. He also told me where I would most likely find you.”

“Wait a minute,” you said looking back up at Klaus. “Damon, told you he stole from you, and you didn’t rip his heart out of his chest?”

“I will admit I was tempted. But it took quite a bit of courage to come to me and admit that. So I held off on splitting his head from his body... for now. Also, I’m sure that would have upset you, which is not something I want to do again.”

“It would have,” you said nodding.

“Although, I cannot promise the next time your friend does something treacherous, he’ll come out of it alive.”

“I suppose that’s fair,” you said shrugging.

There was brief pause in the conversation where you didn’t know what to say next. Did Klaus come all this way just to explain his side of the story? That didn’t seem like the Klaus you used to hear stories about. Honestly, you were surprised you were still alive after all this.

“So, now that we’ve discussed our sides in this mess, will you accompany me back to Mystic Falls,” Klaus asked hopeful.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. Of everything you thought he was going to say, that definitely wasn’t it.

“I don’t know, Klaus. I told you I don’t do small towns. Plus, Damon’s my friend and I don’t want to be in the middle of whatever you two have going on.”

“I don’t wish to get you involved in my business with the Salvatores, but I can make sure Mystic Falls is worth your wild with me.”

“Is that so,” you asked, a cocky grin on your face.

“As long as you’re with me, you’ll have the world. And as soon as I’ve completed my task in Mystic Falls, I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”

You considered Klaus’s proposal for a moment. Since you left Mystic Falls he was all you could think about. And now here he was asking you to go back with him. You only knew Klaus for a month, but if he had this effect on you in such little time, you couldn’t even fathom what more time would be like.

“Hold on. If you’re here, who’s making sure those idiot teenagers aren’t up to something?”

“I’m sure whatever they’re doing, my brother Elijah is quite capable of handling it.”

“You think he can handle it for another two days while you’re here with me,” you asked grinning mischievously.

Klaus smirked at you in response. “If that’s what it takes for you to come back with me, he’ll have too.”

“Good,” you replied smiling before you leaned in and pulled Klaus into you by the collar of his Henley to kiss him. Klaus’s hand reached up to hold your face as your lips glided over his.

You began to laugh into the kiss before you pulled away and Klaus looked at you questioningly. “That’s the first time a woman’s laughed while kissing me.”

You shook your head giggling. “It’s not you. I was thinking about something I said to Damon in an argument.”

“If you’re thinking about Damon when we’re kissing, I must be doing something wrong,” Klaus said.

“No,” you shook your head laughing. “It’s just after we left your house and I was yelling at him, I joked about me telling you that how we me was a lie, but if it wasn’t for Damon, we would have never met in the first place so we should be thanking him. He’s never going to let me live this down,” you said shaking your head.

“We’ll have to send him a fruit basket to thank him when we get back.”

#klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson imagine #the originals #TVD #the vampire diaries

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puppyluver256 · 3 years

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Anonymous, I have to ask this with the utmost sincerity: what do you get out of this? Why are you wasting both of our time by harassing me? Moreso yours than mine because I can choose not to address you at all and just delete your asks, you on the other hand have to take however much time it took to write all of that and send it in. What’s the point? What’s your goal? Are you just doing it to get attention? Well, congrats, here’s your attention you so desperately sought.

You keep sending me anonymous asks about things I post on Twitter and don’t crosspost here. Why do you think that’s a good idea? I’m not going to post stuff that vaguely talks about Twitter stuff here without also providing the proper context, so it’s either a case of me going out of my way to go find the context so that people have all the information or take the easier option, which is to just delete the ask and go on with my day. It would make sense to send me an ask here if I bothered to crosspost, but I haven’t, so why are you trying to force me to? If you’ve got something to say about what I post on Twitter, wouldn’t it make more sense to address it, I dunno, on Twitter?? Why do you want everything spread out from its proper context? I mean, I know why you do this. It’s because if you respond to my Twitter stuff on Twitter, there are no options to hide, your identity is Right There. Question is, are you willing to admit that you’re a coward?

You deem me a “bully” because I shared a censored screenshot of something that I found somewhat ridiculous. This is a bad-faith interpretation of the events of that whole nonsense and you know it. I removed the username specifically to prevent people harassing that kid, and when I found out that creeps had gone out of their way to figure out who that kid was and harass them anyway I tried my best to make things right. I still don’t know if I was able to do so, and I know this is hard for you to believe because you think I’m a horrible person who relishes in tearing people down, but that still eats me up inside. And I thought you “couldn’t follow me” after that, so why are you still here? Either way, it’s real cute that you call me a bully when you constantly bring up me talking about my living situation in a taunting manner and poke and prod at me for daring to be openly vulnerable on my own social media, seemingly with no similar internal conflict on your end. That sounds like something an actual bully does rather than someone who made a mistake and desperately tried to correct it. You’d think if I were bullying someone I’d’ve kept going at it, but I haven’t talked to that kid since I apologized and told them I’d get out of their life.

You call me “racist” because I was having a little fun with homonyms. Okay, this is the one point that I will concede that yeah, it may have seemed that way, and while it wasn’t meant in malice it still wasn’t all that appropriate and interpretation is more important than intent there. It was “tacky” as you so eloquently put it. Which is why I deleted that tweet and replaced the offending part with an actually decent argument for my core point rather than just “haha, names are spelled the same, human language is funny :D”. Regardless of what the second half of that tweet said, my point about not needing to wait for the return of an apocalyptic “prophet” still stands. I prefer to live in reality, or at least I acknowledge when my fantasies are in fact fantasy. And that still doesn’t excuse the fact that you said I should get hit by a shoe for making linguistics jokes and not believing what an ancient book says. Who does that??? No, seriously, how is that so normalized irl that it has a term for it that isn’t just “assault”?

You claim I “faked anons”, that’s rich coming from the person who likely sent them. Why would I send myself anon hate, especially anon hate I don’t even post? I tend to eventually turn anon back on for the nice anons who don’t deserve having their access to anonymous taken away because of your actions. (which, sorry nice anons, this creep ruined it for you again for a while :c ) Meanwhile you’re the one who’s actively block-evading, which I’m willing to put down to Tumblr’s anon blocking not being the most effective, but still you went out of your way to change your IP address to get around it. Did you use a VPN? Or did you actually bother dragging your ass to the library and getting on one of their public computers?

Look, you and I both know that we’re not going to get anything worthwhile out of this. You’re going to keep spending minutes on end writing vitriol that’s likely just going to go into the trash. How about instead you go outside for a bit? Just step out of your house for a few minutes. Count all the birds you see while you’re out there. Listen to the nature sounds. Appreciate the breeze on your face.

Just do anything positive. Because this can’t be healthy for you either.

#important #y'know what i'm gonna give you a name for if you come back again once i'm okay to reinstate anonymous #i'm gonna call you...#timmy the obnoxious anon #because you're acting like a child #a cowardly child who can't own their actions with their own face #i made a guess who this is on twitter but if i softblocked the wrong person i apologize #i just made connections based on the patterns i could see #and if those were wrong...woops o_o;

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incarnateirony · 5 years

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"The real Sam and Dean" sure does point to the main world being there *before* Chuck, doesn't it? Interesting. God can't create souls (like the show has told us for YEARS), so, yeah, WTF are the people in the other universes? WHAT ARE SOULS???? (Lesser question, what is Grace? God's attempt at making souls? Since he made the angels? DOES CAS HAVE A SOUL?) 🤯

Wow multi part thing here

1. Not necessarily but I’ll expand on that.

2. Other souls even in similar bodies? Soulless constructs and duplicates like Gabriel’s grace worlds? (seems less likely with AU Bobby and Charlie). I’m going to go with an educated guess of “other souls in identical meatsuits” for now, expanded on more in the post below.

3. There’s also an answer for that, but no, not really souls.

4. IMO yes, and I can expand on why I believe Cas does.

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So bundling an answer to all of these.

I’m going to need you to break your brain a little on this, dear reader. I know it’s difficult for some people, and some are just now even coming to grips with the idea that Chuck’s world is a simulacrum to the point I’ve seen based people belatedly go, verbatim, through the same existential crisis Dean spewed at Cas in 15.2. It’s gonna take some nonlinear thinking from here.

Let’s talk about, say, The Empty. What is Nothing? I want you to think about that.

Congrats, you’ve already failed.

The second you try to define oblivion, you fail. We can try to speak it as closely as possible, but oblivion before creation is itself a paradox. It is timeless, shapeless, colorless – best depicted, perhaps, by a black screen to communicate the idea to the human mind, or sometimes a white one, but people tend to affiliate that with light, rather than the absence of light; so a starkly lit (on actors) black background is our most efficient way to do it. But realistically? Black doesn’t exist yet. White doesn’t exist yet. Light nor dark exist. Nothing is there.

And yet somehow, Nothing birthed Everything.

This is the paradox humans struggle with eternally. The idea of the Big Bang, for example, still comes down to there being an infinitely dense mass that asplodied at some point and everything just kinda raveled itself together from there. Where did the dot come from in nothing? What is the dot? What is this paradox of Nothing Making Everything?

Hermetics propose, essentially, various grades of creation. Depending on the denomination and thought form this may manifest several ways at the upper levels, “Chicken or the Egg” as SPN death put it. Some will say death itself birthed creation and life, for example. Others say it’s a direct result of the human soul, and others say it’s grace.

Real familiar to our current Atomic Monsters, isn’t it?

So anyway, what I’ve been seeing out of SPN since about S13 is that souls themselves, in our structure, are the paradox of creation. After all, there was a “Before God, or Amara”, so how did God simply come to be? Good question, ain’t it?

So let’s take a look at the Shadow. Hermetics variably address The Inky Man or The Shadow (as Jung himself was part of the art) as a primitive aspect of the self, and also address the concept of a sort of group mind, a collective unconscious from which we all come and go, a First Man, or sometimes addressed as Anthropos, the collective spirit of man.

So The Thing That Rules The Empty, The Shadow, existed before God and Amara. God is Light. Amara is the absence of Light.

But God is also Grace. And The Word.

Does it really matter, respectively, how he branded his stuff? He might call it gak in another world for all we know. But Grace is the essence by which Chuck *does* create.

So let’s do another mental exercise here: If one were to remove all human souls from any of Chuck’s constructs, what makes them any different than the realms Gabriel makes where people mindlessly follow scripts he wrote? What makes them any different than the headspaces archangels have shoved their hosts down into? Or the place Sam went to inside his own head in Man Who Knew Too Much that was an entire expansive world, even with a few random hiccups here or there in it?

Chuck installed the world with aspects of himself to keep it tick tick ticking if he offworlded. I’m going to guess he had an oopsie or two in random worlds before he figured that one out KSJDfksjdf but that’s an aside.

But angels are tied to the divine spheres, and to grace. They were given minds and consciousness, but not souls. He can’t create nor control those, after all. And while in almost any form of study the mind is capable of Doubt and Question with or without a soul, I mean, plugging an angel with an installed soul just seems like a super bad idea.

After all, they are wavelengths of intent. HIS intent. They are the editors of his story that keep it running in lines. They are arbiters and heralds of his messages. They are the programs in the matrix that keep it running, until they corrupt and unplug from the central code and then fuck off into the operating system with the rest of people, even if they can never LEAVE the operating system. Except Cas. Cas can. Which I’ll address below.

“What is grace?” Well, we’ve been using storywriting metaphors in canon this year. Grace is the page on which the ink is set. The Word is the letters etched into it. Collectively, with some imagination, the end product, especially when run through your editors, is a complete and fairly cohesive story, with arguable interpretation of validity or merit.

So you’re probably realizing I haven’t really explained *how* then God or Amara came to be, yet.

Okay, so let’s think Big Bang, metaphysical edition. There was absolutely jack shit all nothing that defines our reality, be it light, dark, space, time, dimension, much less material or immaterialism. But somehow, at some point, Nothing woke up and went “Dafuq?” and then all kinds of shit happened. For example, it might have even Dafuqed its own paradoxical nature and birthed duality in it, of Presence and Absence. These, then, would be Light and Dark. So now, there’s Nothing Dafuqing and just wanting to go back to napping/not fucking existing alone, and then two ancient things crop up out of nowhere. And with the Shadow all but absent, they only have themselves and each other.

So Chuck builds his toy soldiers and Amara destroys them as his antithesis. But what does he build his stuff from?

Grace as a word even falls into several hermetic constructs as one of these cornerstones. If Grace is the page Chuck writes on, and his thoughts/intent are The Word, the result is that what he imagines is what is to become. Be that good or “evil”, though we find now just like in hermetics that evil isn’t really a thing, as much as the absence of good, and the absence of good comes with the absence of a soul.

So now we’ve got Chuck making a library of things trying to find something okay enough to do in non-eternity. After all, he can hop worlds, revert time, go when and wherever he wants, make whatever place he wants to go to, come up with spiderturtleducks if he gets bored enough, what the fuck ever. I totes have it on good sources that there was a universe somewhere with turtlemonkeys with eight arms. Don’t @ me.

Either way, hopefully that clarifies the idea of “What is Grace?”; the page was first proverbial, but made literal and manifest in the world defined out of the nothing, and by Grace are all things made, and by the Word all is known.

The idea of Anthropos, the Inky Man, or The Shadow – the First Man, the Great Adam, whatever the fuck any given denomination’s term is for it – varies slightly in perennial thought. Our humanistic show, however, and all signs seem to be pointing to an interpretation in which the shadow predates them and yet doesn’t in this ambiguous time space. It is simply a shadow of a place that did and didn’t exist yet at that point.

And that paradox is, very likely – I’d call it a *very educated theory based on the theology that inspires our mytharc* – what defines humanity.

So am I saying humans don’t even exist? Absolutely not. But they are the thing outside of and beyond creation while living in it, from which we do not truly understand the idea of in eternity if you believe in it. But whether it’s gnostic thoughts that say god like threw man into the universe and trapped him in a machine, bodies included; or the hermetic one where the forefather yearned for a meaning to its nonexistence, and by it made the demiurge we call YHVH or Chuck, respectively, in SPN – and by it found a world to fall in love with and fall into, much as angels fall into man – perennial thought aligns with humans being something far and beyond this cage, and the show supports it, as the most sought powersource that could even end God Himself – as the thing he can neither create nor destroy, just shove in boxes – as the thing he can not control.

Humans are a paradox in definition, and that paradox seeks a meaning to life, and in it, it essentially – by a chain of progress, mind you – creates the world. After all, He Who Has The Most Souls Are Become God, am I incorrect on SPN canon here? Be that S6/7 Cas’ Big Mistake (including not making any sort of chambers of contentment to keep them from fighting back, no leviathan mental headbars, no greatest hits of heaven tucked inside of him), or them recalling this in 15.3 /from two directions/ and by which Rowena became the authority in hell even after Cas beat the shit out of Belphegor to stop HIM from becoming that kind of king – if Chuck didn’t have souls, would he even actually have power? And why else throw men, now forgotten of their source and thrown into bodies, into places like heaven and hell? In hell human souls that went against Chuck’s will destroy each other until they lose their light; if Chuck can’t destroy them, let them destroy each other. In heaven, like in MichaelDean’s headbar, they’re given contentment and also cease fighting back. They don’t return to a source, they don’t amass, they’re carefully segregated and processed.

So anyway back to the Shadow. I’ve mentioned the hermetic ideas of Nous I and Nous II. They’re both God in a way, but completely independent beings. Nous II is what people commonly think of with “God.” The christian god, the creator of the universe, but also a spiteful god by his own words, in the bible itself. To many christians it’s even sacrilege to think of there being anything before God, he created the universe so clearly he yelled FIRST and licked it or whatever, and That’s That. But Nous I is the Forefather, the Shadow I’ve spoken of. And while it doesn’t necessarily dictate the world, it also manifests forward as Anthropos to experience the world.

If there was a collective vat of souljuice in oblivion, and those pieces fell into bodies by force or choice, it is the development of the id, ego, superego, and general self that then defines who we become as individuals. Until “The real Sam and Dean” line I was in conflict, wondering how the AU selves sorted out in mechanics. It seemed in conflict with the very nature of individual souls for them to be simultaneously across worlds but pent up in heavens. But then the answer became simple and remained true to form: we are what we make ourselves, and bond with who makes us complete as a great work that help us master ourselves. The very idea of mastering ourselves, however, is one of great relativity as we are, in the end, just trying to find a meaning to our existence, or nonexistence, or whatever else even if it’s by running through a matrix in a million billion parts that become a million billion different people with different stories, experiences, relationships, personalities all subject to it, but in the end, souls find each other, especially partner souls.

I hate the term soulmates, really. In the scale of it, it’s more like a 10000000000000000000000000 (or infinite) piece soul puzzle, but some pieces click together more than others and by it we find better selves.

*takes in a deep breath*

So aNyWaY

I still haven’t answered why I feel Cas has a soul, but it required getting that proposal out of the way first, and it’s simple really: minding what I’ve said, anyone notice anything? The Shadow didn’t reflect Lucifer. It didn’t reflect soulless Jack (though it did try to communicate with a creepy smile which lends me to believe there’s a smol soulspark left in Jack to compliment him touching Mary’s name on the table), it didn’t reflect Death. It only reflected Castiel. And in the end… Why Are You Awake? Nothing in the history of Ever has woken up here. You’re outside of the book. There is no book. Why is this page floating around in my Nothingspace, get the fuck out, stop littering.

The entire construct of this breaks out that existential crisis in fandom as much as Dean – does that mean none of this is real? No. Dean answered that in 5.18 long ago, even if he reflected his own words in his fear, terror, and panic.

You want to know what’s real? People. Families.

Nothing about our lives is real.

We are.

Castiel never forgot the reason he fell for Dean, that fateful day, and that fateful discussion. Chuck’s machinations are nothing new to Cas. Cas used to be part of that machine himself really.

How, exactly, he acquired a soul is a whole other topic for another post which has never been answered overtly, but it was either developed on or before the season 8 finale when Metatron referenced it. This later is augmented by the Shadow and by Cas NOT recognizing what it feels like to lose a soul and instead deferring to Sam for the experience, meaning he probably didn’t entirely lose it which also removes some of the old alien stick-in-assedness. There’s plenty of material that could be read as Cas having a soul, but the one that SCREAMS to me the most is The Big Empty, for entire like… cosmogenic construct reasons.

Hermeticism addresses the idea of three principles that, while they have many names, boil down to Mind, Body, and Soul. Soul is the Prima Materia, the essence by which All Things Come, even Mind and Body, and Mind and Body return to Soul and build them as well in this paradox. But the soul creates the prime material, and the mind perceives the material, which then becomes the body. This can be the literal human body or the idea of physical creation as a whole, eg, body of the world. The soul and mind are beyond these things and exist without them, even if the soul and mind are developed and fostered into individuals by the experiences they gain in this manufactured reality.

After all, Eileen’s ghost wasn’t suddenly Hearing, even though it’s not a matter of blown out eardrums anymore. We can just handwave it and say it’s being politically correct, which it also is, and bless them for it – but also, her mind and by proxy soul never really grew and perceived the idea of Sound as defined by the Created Universe as part of her experience. After all– sight, sound, smell, touch, taste – these are all things defined within our universal bubble. We can enjoy the trip through these worlds and learn from them and make memories and meanings, but … there’s no reason to “fix” that. Eileen was her own complete person as she was, hearing or not. WHY would her ghost even know what it means to Hear?

Why can cas, theoretically just a program, wake up in oblivion? Humanity. For agent smith to leave the matrix he had to corrupt and acquire a human body. But the perennial thought aligned with matrix symbolism makes that synonymous with a soul.

Cas has a soul.

So bigassed long answer but yeah– hopefully that– answered everything?

When it comes to id, ego, superego, etc– or in older hermetics shadow, animus, anima, self – I tried to break down the show’s use of it, and constructed realities, in this video here. Watch it a few times if you have to. It also includes both primitive shadow and individual shadows as well as Animus (the masculine ego, with daddy issues reflected through their designated archangels) or Animus (the more evolved feminine superego, as given to us by Dumah/Sam’s bartendress [same actress–] or Pamela).

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Y’all are probably sick to death of me plugging that but I swear to god if you watch it through and think, even after a few attempts, you’ll start getting it – and what parts you don’t, just send me an ask like this.

And mark my words. Just as Cas figured out both the Empty and Michael were full of shit, the look he had after Rowena declared She Took It tells me he’s going to be key, if not THE key, in their resolution, mirroring her choice. Fight me. Which is one of the many topics I addressed in the new video (including divine masculine vs feminine, paths, lessons, the phases of awakening [black/shadow, white/animus, yellow/anima, red/self], whatever)

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On an aside, I might propose dreamwalkers, born on identical days in different worlds, and able to travel across them, may actually somehow share a soul while living duplicitous lives and sharing experiences, but that’s a whole other can of worms.

But if Chuck built himself into the Body of the World to keep it together, well. It’s his one weakness, sure. But also the world itself on removal. Now the real question is how much of this TFW as parents, Cas especially, is going to let fall on Jack. Because they can’t be like the forebearers that made their cursed paths. chuck may be the key but he does not need to be the answer, these are not the same. So yeah, I’m still stuck on my Goddess/Empress-unbirthing-in-Binah-to-make-the-new-aeon spec. Hell, maybe it really just takes unplugging Chuck and sieging heaven and loosing all the souls in a giant rebellion, sure, but what then retains the balance? I’d stare into the camera, but I’m too busy looking at Cas.

It’s worth noting that depending on denomination, the variables may change in this; eg, Chuck and Amara as thoughts spawned from the Empty also mean a Return To God is completion in some Hot Takes, which would be for example going to heaven, whereas Amara removes them from chuck’s light/creation and theoretically drops them back To Live As One within, say, the Shadow again. But our structure does not seem to be pointing to the read of Joining God In Heaven As The Big Goal as much as I Am Become God.

#supernatural #spn #souls #pagan life #meta #my meta #the shadow #chuck #amara #paradox #long post for ts #amaah #cosmogenesis #shadow #demiurge

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Back to my Safari bookmarks! If you’re wondering why I’d make hundreds and hundreds of bookmarks from tumblr, it’s because I had anxiety and didn’t have a blog yet. Took me a while and eventually I just impulsively made it one night.

- awww ancient Stucky fanart

- several etsy articles that are no longer available

- “Oops! Website deactivated”

- many, many, many links to nothing, but also an array of super random tumblr posts, and when I say random I mean random

- this was when CATWS was fresh and people were like :O

- a list of recipes to replicate fast food from some American chains at home... ew why would I want to eat any of these things ew ew

- past me, please explain, why would you bookmark all this stuff. why so many bookmarks of possible iphone cases to buy. you did buy some eventually. why keep these b--

- horizontally cutting an apple and putting peanut butter inside it DOES NOT make it a sandwich, American person who wrote this article about sandwich ideas. Wait, “Apple and Gruyere Waffle Sandwich”? That’s even worse.

- you again?? No, using a tomato instead of hamburger buns DOES NOT make a hamburger. How am I supposed to bite into the sk... nevermind.

- awww a bunch of etsy links about products for babies! This is from when my nephew was born ^-^

- a 2004 essay about Dumbledore

- that manga about Jesus and Buddha in modern Japan

- pictures of blooming tea... I have purchased some from a Chinese reseller through Amazon a very long time ago, but the package is “in transit but late” :(

- Roberto Ferri’s paintings (those beautiful ones you saw years ago all over tumblr)

- pictures from the 1930s/40s in color

- super cute pet videos

- nothing says “Etsy” like kintsugi kits where you’re sent a broken object to repair (I didn’t want one, but the link showed me those)

- sure, pick a theme for your blog where microscopic text is written in beige over white background, I’m sure that’s a good idea

- do you think John Winchester apologists who get really intense when someone brings up literal canon still exist on this site or. Actually no I don’t want to know.

- I miss the Carver era meta guys

- an essay that reads the Iron Man trilogy through the lens of “cyborg feminism” but somehow the Iron Man trilogy seems to be a fever dream. That’s what happens when you make other 9472 terrible movies with Tony Stark in it when he’s always written terribly.

- Oh boi remember fanmail. I miss fanmail. They should being back fanmail.

- random stuff, broken links, random stuff, I’m deading, even Safari is suffering I had to close it and open it again asdfghjkl

- Writing Exercises (I’m not checking if it’s actually useful rn tho)

- this smol 2014 article about the Captain America fandom will make you cry now because we had such a good thing and they chose to punish us for it

- https://musicroamer.com and http://www.liveplasma.com

- oh man an essay on why it would be so important for many people if Johnlock became canon. I feel so sorry for the TJLC people, they deserved better

- damn!! Look at this Etsy store!! Look at this stuff!! I want!!

- that time Sergei Polunin danced to Take Me To Church

- the Supernatural soundtrack, episode by episode

- a twitter account that got suspended?? (But also ewwwww twitter shows me what’s trending in my country and ewwwww)

- Centuries Before Memes, There Were The LOLCats Of Japanese Woodprints

- there’s a broken link to a page inside the site “thetoast” and their broken link page says “Oh, bother.” and a picture of a burnt toast

- http://lexicity.com (The first and only comprehensive index for ancient language resources on the internet.)

- NASA Goddard Youtube channel

- omg this is so funny. An article about “awesome recycling ideas”. The objects to recycle? Include? A grand piano; a sea mine; an old boat; another grand piano; A BOEING 747 JUMBO JET ENGINE; another boat; sliced cars; multiple more pianos... thank you I really needed an idea on what to do with that stuff in my garage

- one of my first tumblr posts............. you really want to see it? do you? okay. But you need to be familiar with that famous Nietzsche passage about the announcement of the death of God. Yeah, I know. I can’t fathom how I got thousands of people to follow me.

- an amigurumi project I actually tried, with an acquaintance’s help and all, but I just couldn’t

- a folder of random stuff lebeled “bau” (“woof” in Italian, you know, what the dog says)

- more resources for my thesis I never used

- the map of the central building of my university (I always get lost in it)

- once upon a time, the most used word on the internet was “codependency”

- thanks, past me, for grouping all these links from tumblr blogs that changed their url all together so I can just delete everything with a single click.

- a folder “sherlock meta”. Blogs that deleted. (*touches the ground*...)

- discussions on the dismissal of the queer reading of Sherlock :’) I’m sorry guys

- it’s a good thing I didn’t have a blog back then. If I’d reblogged all the posts I’ve saved it would have been a mess.

- TEEN WOLF META asdfghjkl I routinely forget that Teen Wolf is a show I actually watched. Sure, I abandoned it at some point. Like everyone else did, I think.

- guys, we’re at posts from the first few days of 2014. We’re about to enter 2013. I don’t know what we’ll find.

- Destiel posts. These are all Destiel posts.

- a link to the Naruto manga on a manga reader site.

The Safari bookmarks end here, I think because for Christmas 2013, if I remember correctly, I got a new laptop. But there’s a folder with some bookmarks I imported from the old one...

- some resources on disability representation, random tumblr posts, and the family free of the Julio-Claudian dynasty

- super random tumblr blogs?? including the demo.tumblr.com??? idek

- oh boi. A super mega amount of tumblr blogs. How am I supposed to open these?? If I open all the tabs I’ll make my laptop crash... I’m not opening them. Most are unfamiliar, probably fandom blogs that changed their url twice a month, but I can spot a few I still follow :) Congrats, I “followed” you long before I had a blog myself.

Well, this was anticlimatic. Apparently, past me already got rid of all the wild stuff. There’s not even a SINGLE Glee thing? Not one? From 2014? Wait, what was airing in 2014? Season 5? Yeah, maybe that’s a reason. Still.

NEVERMIND I FOUND THEM, they’re no longer saved in a browser, I had changed laptops or sth and I had copied my bookmarks in a email I sent to myself so I could find the links again (which obviously says I made a selection, who knows how many bookmarks were lost. I don’t want to know lmao). I obviously have no reason, time or will to open them, but I can tell you I had divided them in categories:

- uni courses; Japan/Japanese; manga; philosophy and academical stuff; recipes; mixed [oh boi there’s some weird stuff here]; very useful sites; quotes & lyrics [what for?]; videos; Glee stuff; Glee art from DeviantArt; Glee tumblr blogs; Klaine-specific tumblr blogs; Supernatural stuff; Destiel-specific; my most used sites; Deviant Art - fanart [not specified, so I’m betting this is manga fanart - correction from some urls I can tell this is yaoi fanart, yep]; Deviant Art - non-fanart; watercolor images; Deviant Art - food; Deviant Art - pictures of Japan; something very embarrassing I’m not admitting it [no it’s not porn, that would be less embarrassing]; assorted tumblr posts; Supernatural meta; other tumblr posts.

So yeah that was my 2013, how was yours?

#blabbering me #bookmark adventures #this was such an alienating experience #never again

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Lucifer 5x03 - ¡Diablo! - Spoilers & Speculation

Warning! There is always a possibility that certain scenes might have been mixed up under their non-respective episodes.

Written By: Mike Kosta

Directed By: Claudia Yarm

Mike Costa has written/co-written the episodes:

1x10 - Pops

2x09 - Homewrecker

2x15 - Deceptive Little Parasite

3x07/2x21 - Off the Record

3x13 - Til Death Do Us Part

4x05 - Expire Erect

5x03 - ¡Diablo!

Cast: Tom Ellis as Lucifer, Lauren German as Chloe, DB Woodside as Amenadiel, Lesley-Ann Brandt as Maze, Kevin Alejandro as Dan, Scarlett Estevez as Trixie, Rachael Harris as Linda Martin and Aimee Garcia as Ella.

Season 4 Recurring Characters: None Officially Announced Guest Cast:

Dan Andreiu...Skeezy Motel Tenant

Jacob Chattman...Detective Doofus

Ernesto Chaverri...Police officer

Brianne Davis...Detective Dancer

Genevieve Gauss...Officer Cacuzza

Alex Quijano...Diablo

Behind The Scenes Videos:

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Locations

Chloe’s Apartment - Maze & Trixie (There is all a Trixe-Lucifer scene)

Precinct - Dan, Lucifer and Ella. -Before the bracelets-

Pink Motel - Not a murder scene but I believe they question the owner as he is listed in the cast.

Warner Brothers Stars Hallow Set Area - Open Stages:

1) The Murder Scene - Dan, Ella, Lucifer & Chloe

2) Stage III - The room with the clowns. Prior to Halloween WB had built a clown maze for tourists and its workers although they didn’t the usual annual Halloween attraction but it was not the same one. However, I believe it may have been used for this episode nonetheless.

3) Stage Set - Hell set used as a Tv Series Prop although it acts as our actual Hell as well.

When an episode is shot at the lot it means it costs less money to be made still what it saved them on money it cost them on 1-2 days.

This episode is called from us “Diablo: The Tv Series Episode” and we call it that because that’s what it is. There is no AU here but something like 3x02 where you see our leads investigating a case which is related to a show. Now that show is VERY similar to Lucifer. Extremely so but we will talk about that in a bit.

First of all the main themes of this episode is Lucifer’s ongoing instability but also a problem that seems to tie him eventually to Dan. Dan’s issue in my opinion started either in the first episode but is gradually getting worse so in 5x03 Lucifer provides a temporary solution. But is that him or Amenadiel? As we know Chloe and Amenadiel work together for a bit in this episode.

As always in order to unravel this episode we will rely on the case of the week. Where does the murder takes place? At the WB lot actually, so be prepared to see it again like you did back in 3x26 yet that is a different area.

^Aimee on the left

They also shot at night at Stars Hallow Set.

We have some photos from Josh with Aimee and Kevin where you can clearly see that Dan does not wear the bracelet yet. Same goes with Lucifer’s bracelet at the beginning of the episode neither of them wears it and that makes sense.

Let’s talk now about the victim and the theme of the episode again. For some reason the murder is connected to a television show called ‘Diablo’. We know that because there are several hints and downright spoilers about that like the social media posts of some people which will not be posted for obvious reasons.

Diablo as a show has EVERYTHING Lucifer’s life has. Scratch that everything Lucifer as a show had in its first season down right to the… same poster. Yep!

So when I say everything what do I mean? I mean that there are the following characters who take the place of our main leads:

Lucifer = Diablo

Chloe Dacker = Detective Dancer

Maze = Blaze (male)

Dan Espinoza aka Det. Douche = Det. Dooffus

We do not know who else is featured but I would expect Linda, perhaps Trixie and Amenadiel to have their own counterparts.

^ Dancer was originally Chloe’s surname in the Kapinos Pilot do not be surprised is you see Linda being played by a Kim...

Yet who would do that? Who would make a Tv Show that resembles so much Lucifer’s life? My first thought was Ella but then I found a BTS about an Alex Lopez and I assumed he was one of her brothers taking advantage of her workalike stories. Although that may be true then how could anyone know how the actual Hell looks like?

One day I got a glimpse of a woman which I think was Inbar on set. Additionally, at that time, Inbar Lavi posted a few S4 photos which seemed a bit peculiar. Therefore if Inbar was on set and is the person who made the tv series Diablo we are in for a hoot!

If that happens it means that Eve has found her way and she might eventually find her way back to Maze’s life in P2. Of course, that’s a speculation but we can always hope!

The next question is why would our writers do that to Lucifer? Why would they put him through an experience that shows him his work and partnership so obviously to him through a series like Diablo? As we know Lucifer is a bit thick sometimes so for all the characters it would be nice to acknowledge certain dynamics as seen from a show that is, of course, a caricature of the actual actors.

I mean Diablo has frozen tips, Det. Doofus looks downright clueless and Blaze… Blaze is the equivalent of Maze but big… Congrats Eve! If that was you, of course, you made Maze looking butch!

So in that episode, Lucifer needs to come face to face with the facade of his life in Hell but also on Earth and I believe it’s time for him for another breakthrough. The same goes for the rest of the leads.

I stand by the opinion I posted on Twitter that 5x03 as far as I see it is a wake-up call that no matter for how long you keep a costume & a mask on that's not who you are. It's also a point where Lucifer's work & partnership may finally be unveiled for what they truly are. All that while they search for a solution. Yet for what solution do I talk about?

Something is wrong with Dan perhaps even Lucifer but I do believe the origin of the problem is Dan due to Lucifer’s actions back in 5x01. If I had to guess I would say that they need a way to make sure Dan is kept alive that a life source is sustained and that requires a link which I suppose is the bracelet. But that it’s just a temporary solution, the permanent one will come in 5x08 and will have its own consequences!

In any case we do have Lucifer and Chloe going to the Pink Motel for some questioning but then… then it seems like Lucifer disappears for a bit. If my speculation is correct during his recovery the events of 5x04 will happen but that will be explored in the next S&S!

The Pink Hotel is considered a landmark btw.

Let’s say now that half of the episode is almost gone perhaps less, 15 min? And we have Lucifer out of commission or perhaps they search with Dan for what they need. That leads to two different groups working and I do not mean that it will be necessary on the case.

^LUX as Hell it even has poles...

*cough* priest collard male strippers*

On one hand, you have Lucifer and Dan. When Kelly Clarkson visited the penthouse aside from several cool parts of that episode like LUX that is now called HELL in the Diablo series we also had a glimpse of a book…

A book? Again? You may lament like Mum at the end of 2x17. Well yes, a book… an ancient book which it may or may not be related to this episode although I will speculate that it is. For me, that book reminded me the Book of Destiny…

In order to understand what that means I have put some strips from the comics here for you. Lucifer and that book or to put it right Destiny, one of the Endless have had a disagreement about that book before but it didn’t work out that well…

The Book of Destiny as Sandman’s and Lucifer’s comics inform us:

“It contains your life. Every detail of your life. Everything that has happened to you. Everything that will happen one day. The things you have forgotten (ALERT on that one). The things you do not believe.”

Yet the writers have never used a source from the comics without altering it so beware of that. It may be something that is based on that book or carries certain attributes of it.

So let’s assume that that book helps them create the bracelets and thus Dan remains alive for the time being. Also, does that mean that Dan will be exposed to the Devilish truth? If this speculation is correct I do not see how he can avoid it. At the same time learning all about Mom and most importantly Charlotte will do him A LOT of good. Yes, he has been healing in his own terms but whoever has lost someone knows that the pain never goes away it always nags you so I think it will make that pain a bit duller.

^Do not forget that Dan’s office area is full of motivation quotes... Do not be surprised if he is in therapy again in s5...

While Lucifer and Dan are preoccupied we have Chloe and Amenadiel working together I believe somewhat on the case or trying to help Dan. Who knows it might even be Eve - again IF she appears in that episode - who will give the temporary solution they need.

What intrigues me in DB’s photo from that episode is the official one that was released at ET where he is in front of a clown. It looks like a weird scary place, a theme park perhaps or even a set…

We do know that there were two crews and that scenes of the Diablo episode were requiring two crews, I mean would you let an actor near your 40K camera? Nope!

So the circus/clown scene is what interests me most as I have no idea what is going on there… What I do know is that it corresponds with Ella’s shirt. Ella’s shirt has a clown on and it says ‘Big Clown’ and something other underneath yet on the murder scene she wears a light blue shirt.

Additional Info

We have a Scene at the Penthouse which may be connected with the scene of Maze and Trixie at the Decker Household. However! Scarlett almost always shoots more than one episode so it is possible that it might be connected to 5x04. Still we take it as if it is for 5x03.

There is a fight scene with Maze and Lucifer against some people. Still, Ellis’ stuntman also filled in for a different role this time so that might have been for the Diablo show.

Finally, we did have Linda on set and there was a photo from within her house. Scenes from Linda’s house or her office during her sessions with Lucifer are rare so most of the time we do not know they are happening.

A background extra who played a police officer in this episode made it to an actor with lines. Of course now we know that she will have that role up to 5x08 yet we do not know if she will survive the serial killer ordeal of the last two episodes of S5 Part 1…

Additional bts of that episode including the Kelly Clarkson photos etc.

^Did you see Marcus’ honourary tablet?

^And of course the mermaid is back at her rightful place. It was there also in S4 but appeared only at a bts with Inbar. :)

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Just a Day (1/1) - schitt’s creek ff

Christmas-related fluff, that’s all this is. David and Rachel run into each other and have a talk. Rated G, ~2500 words

David was focused on cookie ingredients with single-minded determination.

Clutching the hand-written list from Marcy, he squinted at the shelf in Patrick’s home-town grocery store (the store where a tiny Patrick had once thrown a screaming tantrum over being denied Froot Loops, if Clint was to be believed), looking for his prey. Spotting the brown sugar, David threw two bags into his cart and moved on to the confectioner’s sugar.

He didn’t have a pen on him, so he tried to mentally check off each item as he put it in the cart. He didn’t want to forget anything for today’s Christmas cookie-baking extravaganza, a Brewer family tradition that David would be participating in for the first time. Rose Apothecary safely in the hands of their two employees for the week, David and Patrick were taking their first Christmas off since they opened the store. Thus, here David was on a quest from his mother-in-law, shopping in an unfamiliar store for cookie ingredients.

David zeroed in on the holiday-themed sprinkles next. (“Just get more red, I have plenty of green,” Marcy had said and then immediately widened her eyes at him in a slightly panicked expression, “unless we should get some Hanukkah colors, David?”) He was so engrossed in the sprinkle options that he didn’t notice the woman staring at him from further down the aisle at first. It wasn’t until he turned to head back to the dairy case that he came face-to-face with the familiar redhead.

Without saying anything, they took each other in. He’d never spoken a word to Rachel, but he recognized her immediately from that one awful afternoon his family tried to have a barbeque to celebrate his relationship with Patrick, and later, pictures of Patrick and Rachel together that peppered the Brewers’ family photo albums. She seemed to recognize him as well, despite the brief time they’d had to take each other in.

“Marcy’s making cookies?” Rachel asked with a smirk and a gesture to his cart, as if they weren’t total strangers who only shared in common that one moment, when David learned Patrick was once engaged and Rachel learned that Patrick was gay. As if they’d already gotten the uncomfortable acknowledgements of who they were to each other out of the way.

David nodded. “Yes, she has a very ambitious list of cookie recipes.”

“Don’t underestimate her; she plans her baking like she’s planning a major military operation.” Because of course Rachel had shared some of these holiday traditions with the Brewers, how could she not have? All of these things that David was attempting to navigate on his absolute best behavior, trying to be the perfect husband and son-in-law, Rachel had already done. For just a second, he hated her for that.

“I have no doubt,” he said.

“Congrats on the…” Rachel gestured vaguely. “I heard you guys got married. And I saw some pictures on Facebook.”

David wrinkled his nose at that — not that she had seen pictures, but that there were apparently pictures from his wedding on Facebook. Probably posted by Marcy herself, if he had to guess, or maybe by one of the cousins. David had carefully edited the pictures he’d chosen to post on his own Instagram and had policed what Alexis posted as well; he hated to think what he might look like in these rogue Facebook pictures he hadn’t been aware of.

“We did, thank you,” he said. He tried to think of what else to say, but everything that occurred to him sounded patronizing.

“You don’t have to look so constipated, David. I’m over him. I moved to Toronto and I’m seeing someone else now.”

“I don’t look…” David sputtered before reining himself in. “I mean, I’m glad. That sounds… nice.”

She laughed. “Yeah, I guess it’s nice. How’s Patrick?”

Perfect. He’s a perfect husband and I can’t believe how lucky I am that we found each other. “He’s good.”

“He’s probably been grumpy over hockey lately, huh?”

He had been, because the Maple Leafs had a very bad start to the season (and the fact that David knew even that much was miraculous), but he hated that Rachel was right. “Is that the sport with the sticks?” he said, falling back on his I-don’t-follow-sports persona. Rachel rolled her eyes at him.

There was a part of David that wanted to sit Rachel down and split a bottle of wine (or two) with her and learn everything about Patrick that she knew and he didn’t. All the things that came out of that shared history they had together that David could only know from stories. But there was another part of David that rejected the very premise. The Patrick that Rachel had known wasn’t the real Patrick.

He started to wheel his cart forward again, slowly and with a tilt of his head to indicate she should walk with him. “So you’re in town visiting your family, I presume?” he asked her.

“Yeah. First time bringing the boyfriend home to meet my family, so that’s a whole thing. But we’re just doing the normal Christmas thing, you know. ”

He didn’t know, as neither his experiences with Christmas when the Roses were still rich nor his experiences in Schitt’s Creek fit into the rubric of ‘normal Christmas,’ but he assumed whatever Rachel was talking about fit into the same basic mold as his last couple of days with the Brewers. David nodded.

“This is the first Christmas we’ve been able to get away,” David volunteered. “We finally have enough staff to cover the store.” Then it occurred to him that Rachel might not know anything about the store if she hadn’t talked to Patrick since her one tragic visit to Schitt’s Creek. “We run the general store in town? We sell—”

“I know,” she said, and then averted her eyes to the rows of egg cartons they were passing, which made David stop and look at his list. He needed eggs.

“I follow you guys on Instagram. The store, I mean. I follow the store. I was just… curious what Patrick was doing for a living. And the pictures you post are pretty and sort of… soothing? So I still follow the account.”

David beamed at that as he picked up a carton of eggs and put them in his basket — he worked hard on the Instagram aesthetic for the store, an activity that Patrick occasionally roasted him for. He couldn’t wait to tell him that Rachel followed the Rose Apothecary account because she found it soothing.

Rachel reached over and picked up David’s eggs and opened the carton, scanning the contents. “You have to check and see if any are broken,” she explained. “Also, are twelve eggs enough?”

He threw up his hands. “The list doesn’t say — what do you think, should i get another dozen?”

“Yeah, get another dozen.”

He grabbed a carton, opening it and scanning the eggs for breaks the way Rachel had. “We’ve started carrying local eggs at the store,” he told her. “I didn’t want to at first, but we have a farmer who delivers them to us, and the markup on eggs is better than I thought it would be.”

“I’m glad Patrick’s happy,” Rachel said. “I know you probably don’t believe me, but—”

“In the years I’ve known him, Patrick’s never said a bad word about you, so I have no reason not to believe that you wish him the best.” He checked his list again. “I need to get butter. Marcy did put an amount here,” he said, showing Rachel the list, “but it seems patently ridiculous.”

Rachel laughed. “Four pounds? No, that’s probably right.”

“I’m going to gain so much weight on this trip,” David groaned, moving his cart again.

“Thank you for saying that, about Patrick not speaking ill of me. I worried for a while after that terrible visit to Schitt’s Creek that I’d fucked up his relationship. Especially when a long time went by and his parents didn’t seem to know anything about you guys being a couple.”

David made a weird half-laughing, half-groaning noise. “That’s a whole other long story. But no, you didn’t fuck anything up.” He began loading butter into his cart. “I almost fucked everything up by being an insecure ass about it.”

“He probably should have told you about his past, though,” Rachel said, grabbing a pound of butter for her own cart.

“Yes, well, it’s all ancient history now.” He headed toward the milk and grabbed a gallon.

“Did he ever tell you what he told me about you that day?” Rachel asked, and despite it all being in the past, David’s heart sped up, his palms getting sweaty on the grocery cart handle.

“I don’t remember. I never asked,” David said, rooted there in the dairy section, next to the half and half and the whipping cream.

“This was after he told me you guys were dating, and he gave me his official coming-out speech, I guess. And I shouted at him for not telling me before, and he said he hadn’t realized, and…” She waved her hand to dismiss that memory. “It was very hard to hear, that he’d never felt for me what I felt for him in all those years.”

“I’m sorry,” David said.

“That’s not the part I wanted to tell you. The part I wanted to tell you was that he said he’d fallen in love with you, that already he was imagining spending the rest of his life with you, even though he knew it was too soon to tell you any of that yet.” She smiled. “Since you’re married now I guess the cat is out of the bag, but still, I wanted to tell you how all-in Patrick was, even back then.”

David felt himself tearing up, and he did not want to cry in the dairy case of this grocery store, but it was a lot, hearing that. That Patrick had said he was in love with him, even back then, months before ‘I love you’ became a regular part of their vocabulary. “Thank you for telling me,” he whispered.

“I was horribly jealous of you and I hated you for a while,” Rachel said. “Sorry.”

David scoffed at that. “Oh, don’t worry about that, I’ve been hated by a lot of people in my life.”

“And for the record, you seem to be taking good care of him. I stopped hating you.”

David smirked, turning his cart back toward the baking aisle to get the chocolate chips he’d forgotten. “He takes care of me most of the time.”

“Okay, well, I’m going that way,” Rachel said, pointing over to another part of the store. “It was good to see you, David.”

“You too, Rachel. Merry Christmas.”

~*~

“Hey, do you need mfph—” David interrupted Patrick’s greeting with a kiss, a tote bag in each hand not stopping him from wrapping his arms around his husband and fusing their mouths together. As he pulled away, he saw Marcy glancing at them and smiling before she turned back to the dishes she was washing.

“Yes, I need some help bringing in the groceries,” David said.

‘Okay,” Patrick said mildly, but his eyes said he knew something was up with his husband. David set the totes he was carrying down on the kitchen table and then followed Patrick out to the car.

“Everything okay, David?” Patrick asked as soon as they were out of earshot from his mother.

“Yeah.” But then he stopped and faced Patrick as they stood at the trunk of the car. “Have I ever told you when I realized I might be in love with you?”

Patrick grinned. “I think you told me it was when I sang to you at our first open mic night.”

David put his hands on Patrick’s shoulders, his fingers working gently at the muscles underneath his sweater. “Okay, that was probably when I fell totally and completely in love with you. But there was another moment, before that.”

Patrick wrapped his arms around David’s waist. “Oh yeah?”

“Mm hmm.”

Patrick kissed him gently, just a soft peck of lips on lips. “When was that?”

“It was just a normal day at the store. You’d been helping Alexis study for a test and we had to stay late to do inventory, but I just remember looking over at you and thinking that I was falling in love with you. And then being really freaked out by that thought.”

“I wish I could remember the day you’re talking about,” Patrick said wistfully.

“It was just a day.” David gave him another kiss before disengaging from Patrick and grabbing two more bags to carry into the house. “You should call Rachel,” he blurted.

Patrick shot him a confused look. “I should what?”

“You’ve known each other your whole lives. It just seems a shame to throw that friendship away because—”

“Because I broke her heart?” Patrick said, holding the door open for David.

“She’s over it,” David said, setting the rest of his bags down. On Patrick’s raised eyebrow, he explained. “I saw her at the grocery store. She’s got a boyfriend from Toronto in town with her, apparently. Anyway, I think it would be good for you two to be friends again. ”

Patrick seemed to consider this. “Okay, I’ll call her. Maybe the four of us could go for drinks or something.”

“David, thank you so much for doing the shopping,” Marcy was saying as she unpacked and organized his haul. “Are you ready to learn to bake cookies?”

“Marcy, are you ready for the havoc I’m likely to wreak in your kitchen?”

She gave him a gentle slap on the arm. “I think I can keep you in line, David. Now let me show you how to use the electric mixer.”

David spent the next couple of hours laboring away with Marcy while Patrick went to play hockey with some of his cousins and Clint read a book by the fire. And there was a moment, later, when it struck him. He was chewing on a ginger cookie that he had made with his own hands in the warm embrace of his mother-in-law’s kitchen when his husband came in the front door, scarf secured around his neck and ruddy-cheeked from the cold, and David thought, I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life. It wasn’t a scary thought. It didn’t portend doom they way he used to think that his rare optimistic thoughts did. Today was just a day in a long line of days with the love of his life, stretched out into the future. David brought Patrick a cookie and kissed him on the cheek and smiled.

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Detailed, Literate Writer Seeks Same

Hey everyone, Ash here. I found a couple amazing writing partners through posting my ad around, and I'm looking for one more. I’m hoping that one of you in this internet wilderness will find that your writing wants and needs align with my own. I’ll start by saying that I’m very picky, but I won’t lead you on. I encourage you to be equally as picky with me as well. In this ad, I’ll tell you absolutely everything that I am searching for so that it’s all laid out there. Feel free to ask me anything you want about my writing/preferences...questions are encouraged.

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I’m a 24 year old female and writing has been a longtime love of mine. I lead a busy life, and I find time to integrate this very important piece of artistry into it. That being said, I can post anywhere from multiple times a day to four times a week depending on what time allows. I’ll always keep you updated though.

I am a detailed, literate writer. I don’t believe in one-liners. My average post length is 3-5 paragraphs, sometimes more if the situation calls for it. I don’t believe that quantity is equivalent to quality, however, and I’ll get to that in my next point.

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I write any gender and any pairing. However! I have been writing a lot of males recently, and I’m getting very tired of it. I’d like to play a female in an MxF pairing. That being said, I also love doubling/having multiple characters, so I’m sure we could work something out so we’re both happy. I will pour equal amounts of energy into any and all characters so I’d ask that you do the same.

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I am only interested in RPing over Google Docs. I like the aesthetic of it...a beautiful document to match a beautiful world. If you’ve never done this before, I’m happy to teach you if we become RP partners. It’s not hard to learn. OOC can be done through Google Chat or Discord.

About You

Now that you know who I am, here is exactly what I’m looking for. Like I said, I’m picky. This list may look exhaustive, but it’s only fair to you that you know exactly what I’m looking for. I won’t waste your time. These qualities are a must for me.

20+. I know that a lot of RPers will even do 18+, but I really can’t. I know, I know. But this is a firm rule. I like to explore mature themes, and I’m only comfortable doing that with those over the age of 20.

Detailed. I’m looking for someone who is not interested in one liners or tiny posts. Ideally, you are just as passionate as I am about creating lovely worlds and characters.

Literate. Please, please have a strong handle on English and grammar. I get that everyone makes typos but there's a limit.

Comfortable with mature themes. I’m not asking for a totally messy RP, but I do like exploring mature themes. Violence, smut, etc. This is why requirement number 1 is so important. We can talk about boundaries and limits should we decide to be partners.

Committed to creating dynamic characters and a detailed world. I would hope you share the same passion for story and writing as I do.

Comfortable writing any gender. Particularly, this is for the people who contact me saying that they only write females. Do. Not. Contact. Me. If. You. Only. Write. Females. I write both, it would be cool if you were also versatile.

Interested in multiple characters. This is something I love, and I think that multiple characters pave the way for a richer world.

Willing RP over Google Docs and plot over Discord or Google Chat.

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The fun stuff! I enjoy most genres but my favorites are dystopian, science fiction, post apocalyptic (give me a good viral zombie outbreak and I’m there), and fantasy. Seriously, any type of fantasy. I’m down for mythological creatures in modern Paris, or a wholly new world based off of ancient Rome.

I can get excited about most genres, except slice of life. Sorry if that’s your thing, but slice of life is not for me. As far as fandoms go, the only one I’m interested in is Harry Potter. I’d want to make original characters however, and would prefer to be in the post-Harry time period.

I am a sucker for romance/smut and enjoy interweaving it in some way. It’s the perfect seasoning, but it’s not the whole meal. Also, if you’re actually seeing all of this and decide to contact me, please tell me your favorite animal so that I know you’ve actually been reading. Thanks!

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callioope · 6 years

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Hello, you have been identified as An Awesome Fic Writer™. Congrats, you rock! So that all of your readers can shower you with some extra love today, please tell us your favourite five stories of yours and why you like them and then send this to another five fic authors you think deserve this title!

Thank you for this ask!!!! It is a million years old and I’m sorry for taking forever to respond. I actually did this back in January, apparently, and since I’ve barely posted anything since then, the list hasn’t changed, with maybe one exception:

Learning Curve

Excerpt: But when she settles down into the shade and catches just a glimpse of the clear sky and the jungle trees—well, she has to. She pulls out her cam. Mama would want to see this. Anyone should want to see this. She sets the text down, places her half-eaten ghibli on top of it, and stands up to pan across the jungle forest. The other temple peaks gleam in the sun, some kind of bird swoops between them, a monkey hoots. Wild, she thinks, and just as she’s wondering if there are any kind of expeditions or excursions into the surrounding jungle, she hears a scratch on the stone to her left. From the way she came. Reflexively, she swings the cam over to the sound of the noise, and through the lens she sees—The very surprised face of Cassian Andor.

Summary: When Jyn transfers to the newly founded Yavin College, she never expects to fall in love with the campus and its ancient ruins or to befriend the daughter of the most famous and accomplished couple in the galaxy, and she certainly doesn’t expect to run into her brother’s childhood best friend.

Cassian has attended Yavin College since the beginning—which, technically, has only been two semesters, but that’s more than enough time to learn to lay low during new student orientation week. And yet somehow, he runs into his best friend’s sister anyways.

They haven’t seen each other in five years, not since that joint family vacation on Jedha that definitely does not warrant mentioning. As they pursue their studies, literally living in and surrounded by history, can they learn to put their history behind them? (Written for the Rebelcaptain May 4 Exchange, for tumblr user careforbes)

Notes: Ever since I started watching The Clone Wars, I keep thinking about what the galaxy could have been like if Anakin hadn’t fallen to the dark side, specifically what would Cassian and Jyn’s lives have been like without the shadow of the Empire? The prompt called for a college AU and I did try to do a modern one at first, but it’s been awhile since I’ve been to college and in general I find the SW universe more fascinating and fun to play in. Once I started over and set the story in-universe, it came much easier (though I have drawn inspiration from some of my own college study abroad experience). Special thanks to @allatariel & @theputterer for their limitless gffa knowledge that has allowed me to flesh out this what-if scenario in so much detail. I’m loving writing in this AU and if time and inspiration are nice to me, I really want to write Bodhi & Luke’s story in it, too. But first I’ll have to finish this one! Almost there.

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heartofhryule · 6 years

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Breath of the Wild: Captured Memories - Chapter 6

First and foremost; SPOILER WARNINGS. If you have not played The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, or completed the Captured Memories Quest and want to stay unspoilered for it, DO NOT READ. Keep Reading link provided for that reason. So I am writing these as I play through BotW for the first time - which means they probably won’t be ‘one-a-day’ consistent - I have finally gotten all of the memories, but not yet gone for the final fight at Hyrule Castle. #Soon. I will post them as I can though! Promise! I also plan to include links to the cutscene for you to watch at the bottom, if so desired - at least for the ones I can find. Any other warnings that become necessary, I will add for content as I go. For now, enjoy!

Hot hot hot! lol

I really like Daruk in all the cinematics. Optimistic, forthright, stalwart, devoted to his land and kingdom, and ever in support of the Hero - he's a solid dude, no pun intended. While EVERYTHING TO DO WITH THIS GAME is hard to write, this one was less hard just because Daruk is such a cool character. I predict Urbosa will be similar. I. Love. Her. #UrbosaIsBestChampion #SaltyBirdRivaliTakeNotes

One thing I try to do with the cinematics from the games, is not add too much if any dialog for Link - since of course in game he doesn't speak. If I continue with a scene after the cinematic ends in the game, that's one thing. When we get to the Silent Princess memory with the frog, trust me, there will be more. But there are times where at least when writing, its a little awkward that Link says literally nothing - so, while I don't want to add TOO much, so that you basically can watch the cinematic (links provided at the ends of chapters) and then read this for "a little bit more", I did add a line or two in a few chapters now, and I foresee this trend continuing. Nothing extreme, but I felt it needed acknowledgement.

Speaking of Rivali the Salty Bird... his chapter will be next. I swear to Hylia, I wanted to strangle that stupid parakeet. He's a badass... but so, so obnoxious. So, here we go! I'll try and have Salty Bird up as soon as I can, and thank you for staying tuned!

Chapter 6 - Daruk’s Mettle Hot. Hot hot hot. Volcanos were hot. Sure, his Flameproof armor bought in town, and his elixirs helped. But it was still hooooot. Things were looking more familiar nowadays. He didn’t remember faces or names, but things were feeling… familiar. Like he knew he’d been to Goron City before in more than just his memory of Zelda saying they would be heading there. He’d had a feeling he knew where the shop was, and had been right.

He felt as though it had already been a lifetime since he’d awakened in the Shrine of Resurrection feeling lost, drifting outside of time, detached, frustrated and alone.

But then, he’d never truly been alone.

Zelda’s voice had awakened him. Zelda’s voice spoke to him, to warn him of the Blood Moon each time it rose, or when he needed to know something very important. Her voice called his name in his dreams, and he had begun dreaming of her - from before. Snippets here and there. A white dress, a spring, her tears. Things that when he woke slipped through his fingers if her tried to grasp too hard, but it was enough to fuel him forward. Landmarks were familiar now - perhaps not why, but sometimes, it came to him.

Like looking at the carving of Daruk in the side of Death Mountain, he’d known it, and the memory had come rushing back.

***

They had been standing atop Vah Rudania, traversing the side of Death Mountain in the great, hot wind of the mostly quiet volcano.

“Yeah! I think I’m finally getting the hang of controlling this Divine Beast!” Daruk exclaimed proudly. It wasn’t a boast of vanity, but rather an honest statement of pride and hope from a Goron of integrity. Link knew that, he could feel it. He remembered Daruk, and that he liked him a great deal.

“I’ll tell you what… it sure is a blast piloting a toy like this around!” Link smirked incredulously at his friend and shook his head. A lumbering, enormous piece of ancient technology that they barely understood… and Daruk called it a toy. That was the Goron Champion in a nutshell.

“Let those other champions know,” the rock eater continued, “They’ll have to eat their gravel if they want to keep up with Daruk!” The Goron looked around them, drawing Link’s eye and smile to the scenery. “Speaking of which, can you believe this view?” Just look at all those delectable rocks sprinkled on those mountains… Mighty tasty.”

Link chuckled and cut his eyes to Daruk, knowing the Goron sometimes forgot other races didn’t eat rocks. He would have to take the Champion’s word for it. “It really is a great view, my friend.”

Sharing a few moments of companionable silence, Daruk was the next to speak. “I may not know a whole lot about the Calamity Ganon thing… but mark my words: I will protect this land of ours to the death.” Fist clenched with the vigor of his oath, Daruk grinned and raised his other hand saying, “Right, little guy?”

It happened too fast for Link to dodge or mitigate, and when Daruk slapped him on the back in friendship, it knocked the wind right out of the Hylian Knight. Link gasped and leaned forward, eyes bulging a little as he reached up to what would no doubt be a great bruise on his back by evening.

“Hey, by the way…. Congrats on becoming the princess’s appointed knight. That’s a really big deal! Protecting the King's daughter,” Daruk chuckled, “No pressure.” Still trying to catch his breath and recover from the Goron’s platonic affection, Link winced and nodded but looked to the sky.

“Seriously, though. The Princess is a strong personality - so strong she can’t quite see the range for the peaks,” the Goron Champion added with a scratch of his head. “Remember that, and you’ll be fine.”

No sooner had Daruk finished than a great rumbling started around them. “Huh?” Daruk said and turned his eyes to the mountain. Link thought at first in might have been Vah Rudania beneath them. But when the ancient, mechanical salamander had stopped and seemed to be as it ever was, he too looked to Death Mountain.

Daruk was frowning now. “What the-?”

As they watched, boulders came flying from over the peak of which they stood in the shadow. One, flew directly at them, like a meteor plummeting to the earth. With a great cry, Daruk spread his large arms, balled his hands into fists, and smashed his knuckles together. Just as the boulder would have struck him and also Link, a great angular barrier of red-orange light - like the fires of Death Mountain itself - appeared around them, deflecting the wayward and deadly debris.

“Alright, so what was I saying?” For a moment, Daruk seemed nervously dismissive until he saw the serious and concerned look on Link’s face. That had not been normal, and if Link understood that, Daruk had to know as well.

Turning back to the mountain, Daruk’s voice was a touch softer as he said, “That was a little strange…” They both observed their surroundings and the volcano about for a collection of heartbeats. When it seemed no other boulders were to become airborne, Daruk looked down to Link. “As far as I know, Death Mountain has been quiet for decades. But if the mountain is shivering enough to send down boulders that size, then--”

The Goron paused, and Link turned to raise an eyebrow at him. Daruk just kept his eyes on the volcano. “Nevermind. Forget I said anything.”

With a look of incredulity, Link crossed his arms. “Then what, Daruk? Do we need to leave the mountain, is there fiery death coming for us all and I need to get the princess out of here yesterday… what?”

Daruk was silent as the stones for a long, breathless moment as his blue eyes beheld his beloved mountain. “I don’t know, little buddy, I don’t know. And that, is what worries me.” The sense of foreboding Link felt at those words should have told him then, things were going to go wrong…

***

As the memory faded, Link scrubbed both hands over his face. Daruk; strong, honest, proud, brave Daruk. His friend. They couldn’t have known, not really. It was not as though a few wayward boulders screamed, “Run from the hills! Ganon is coming!”

But a part of him still felt like he should have known.

There was nothing for it now. Like Mipha, Daruk’s spirit was trapped inside the corrupted Vah Rudania. Yes, Link needed the Divine Beasts to aid in his assault on Hyrule Castle and Ganon. More to his immediate point, he wanted to free Daruk. It was the least he could do for his old friend. But, he was going to need help. All he had to do was find this Yunobo and get up the mountain.

Somehow, he had a feeling that was going to be much harder than it sounded.

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Once again, Link found himself standing over the main control panel of a Divine Beast, knowing that once activated, he would not be coming back. The Fireblight Ganon had been trying, and he was hot, tired and covered in ash. But one thought had bounced around his mind the entire time he fought - he was fighting for a friend he had failed 100 years ago. The knight hoped that, like Mipha, perhaps he would get to see Daruk one last time.

As the Main Control came alight under his Shiekah Slate, the plant like structure of the ancient controls turned blue, Link heard a cheer from a familiar deep voice. “Great work, little guy!”

Turning, Link smiled to see Daruk, mostly intangible, but no less a present force than he had ever been in life. Arms out in victory and gratitude, he took a step forward. Link squared up to greet him, swallowing against the rise of emotion in his chest. “I owe you big for this. Because of you, my spirit is finally free. Can’t thank you enough!”

The Goron Champion scratched his head in the gesture Link had come to remember meant Daruk was nervous, confused, or apologetic. “I feel like I should apologize. I was doing all I could to protect Hyrule when that thing got the best of me. Sorry that me resting with the rubble caused such a mess.”

The knight nodded, and took a breath to assure his old friend that it wasn’t his fault, but Daruk continued. “The good news is, is that Rudania is now back under our control! That means that our century old Ganon beat-down plan can finally go into effect!” As the embers flickered in their ever ascending dance around them, Link had to drop his eyes at Daruk’s optimism. He felt responsible somehow, if not for the cause then at the very least for the resolution. He owed that to Daruk, and Mipha… and Zelda.

“I’m gonna take this thing down the mountain. I’ll have a better shot from there. And then, once you’ve made your way into Hyrule Castle,” Daruk clenched his fists in front of him, “We’re gonna light that thing up!” Slamming one fist in to the palm of the opposite hand, Link nodded, not trusting his voice.

“I wanna give you something. It’s a special power of mine called Daruk’s Protection. It’s no good to me now that I’m a spirit… but it might be useful for you.” Slapping his hands together, even in spirit Link felt the tremor in Vah Rudania from the great Goron’s strength. “Here it comes!”

Pooling energy grew between the Champion’s hands as he drew them apart, and when the red orb entered link this time, it was warm, and fire licked throughout his aura. He instantly knew how to summon the power. Planting his feet and punching his fists together in front of him, the angular-sphere encompassed him as he had seen it around Daruk over a century ago.

Looking up to Daruk with deep gratitude and sadness, knowing their time was drawing to a close, Link worked his hands as the tingle of magic faded. Daruk just smiled. “From this moment forward, the power of protection, from the depths of my soul, now lives in you.”

Link wanted to, felt he should say something, but the glow of golden energy around him heralded that Daruk was sending him to safety. Looking back to his friend, Daruk nodded. “Good luck, little guy. And… give my regards to the princess!” With one last flash of light, Link was gone.

Daruk’s Mettle - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UzrJlTjHjag Freeing Vah Rudania - https://youtu.be/IFvkz_oA-m8?t=335

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Exploding poison capsules

One of the biggest reasons why I developed a deep obsession with anemones is because of my fascination with cnidae. Cnidae are subcellular structures that can do a bunch of stuff. They can play a part in aggression, adhesion and even building tubes for burrowing anemones. Cnidae are usually secreted by the Golgi apparatus, go through some fabulous modifications before moving to the surface of tentacle (or other tissues). There are three major type of cnidae: spirocysts, ptychocysts and nematocysts. They usually have a thin hollow tube that can be discharged. Spirocysts look like little corkscrews and they help anemones to stick to things. They are also unique to Anthozoans. Ptychocysts are specific to tube anemones (which aren't technically anemones but that’s a conversation for another day) and well, they help the tube anemones make adorable tubes that help them burrow into the sand. Nematocysts are the ones that involved in storing and injecting toxins.

The mechanism injecting toxins is straight out of a Michael Bay movie. Basically, the capsule (nematocysts), swells up and explodes. The thin hollow tube is shot out like a harpoon and it injects the venom into whatever poor fool is contact with the anemone or jellyfish. The actual mechanism of cnidae discharge is still a bit hazy because this entire process happens within nano seconds.

Step 1: Have some kind of chemical or mechanical stimulation. (AKA piss off the anemone by poking it or drastically change its environment)

Step 2: A bunch of cations (or positively charged ions) will flood the cnidae and due to the magic of osmosis, the capsule swells up as the osmotic pressure increases.

Step 3: At some point the pressure will be too damn high and the nematocysts will burst.

Step 4: The thin hollow tube is flung out, it penetrates the target and the venom flows through the hollow tube. Congrats you have successfully injected venom into target! Yay!

Step 5: Slaughter your foes with your exploding poison capsules.

Do you finally see why I’m obsessed with these things?

There are other theories of how the cnidae discharges (which I will cover later on), but this a general summary of what happens. The type and distribution of cnidae is impacted by a bunch of factors such as: anemone species, prey size, salinity, types of thirsty predators the anemone has to deal with, etc. Of course, there are different types of nematocysts as well. There are two main types of nematocysts: haplonemes and heteronemes. Haplonemes have tubes and spines on nematocysts that are not divided into different parts. On the other hand, heteronemes have spines, plus there is a distal basal shaft and distal tube combo. You can identify the type of cnidae through light microscopy of tissue samples from cnidarians. Sometimes you have to look at the discharged or fired nematocysts so you can see the threads/tubes in order to differentiate between different types of cnidae.

Atrichs: Haploneme. They are usually found in catch tentacles (they are extra pair of tentacles used to fight other or even the same species of anemones). Have smooth threads without nay shafts or barbs.

Holotrichs: Haploneme. There is no distinct basal shaft but there are barbs on the threads.

Basitrichs: Heteroneme. They have threads without shafts but they have barbs at the base only.

Microbasic b-mastigophores: Heteroneme. They have a shaft and the threads are not well distinguished from the shaft. The shaft contains barbs.

Microbasic p-mastigophores: Heteroneme. The shaft is distinct from the base and has funnel shape when the nematocyst is unfired. Sometimes the thread is armed (hoplotelic).

Microbasic a-mastigophores: Heteroneme. The thread is smaller and only the barbed shaft is present. This shaft is three times as long as the capsule.

Macrobasic a-mastigophores are similar to microbasic amastigophors, but the shaft is more than three times as long as the capsule. In unexploded capsules the shaft forms coils. So, you need to have fired cnidae to tell the difference between microbasic and macrobasic a-mastigophores.

I wish my drawings of cnidae were this beautiful—but they aren’t. So here you go. (Source: http://www.meghanrocktopus.com)

Everyone knows that flow charts make evyerthing better! (This is from Shick’s A functional Biology of Sea anemones)

This is how nematocysts look like under a microscope.

Cnidae aren't the only parts of an anemone that can contain toxins, some anemones have ectodermal and endodermal gland cells which can secrete and store toxins. Understanding the cnidae composition for each tissue for your anemone is important for venom extraction. Trust me you will need all the information you can get because venom extraction is a special kind of purgatory, which I will cover in my next post.

Citations:

Wei, N., Yap, L., Fautin, D. G., Ramos, D. A. & Tan, R. Sea anemones of Singapore: Synpeachia temasek new genus, new species, and redescription of Metapeachia tropica (Cnidaria: Actiniaria: Haloclavidae). Source Proc. Biol. Soc. Washingt. 127, 439–454

Yanagi, Kensuke & Fujii, Takuma. (2015). Redescription of the Sea Anemone Exocoelactis actinostoloides (Cnidaria: Anthozoa: Actiniaria) Based on a Topotypic Specimen Collected from Tokyo Bay, Japan. Species Diversity. 20. 209. 10.12782/sd.20.2.199.

Jouiaei, M. et al. Ancient venom systems: A review on cnidaria toxins. Toxins (Basel). 7, 2251–2271 (2015).

Shick JM (1991), A functional Biology of Sea anemones, Springer Science+ Business xMedia Dordrecht, 395 pp.

#Anemone toxins 101 #anemones are awesome #cnidae #nematocysts #marine biology #sea anemones #spirocysts #Ptychocysts #cnidae firing

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