#mistress millennium

[fabuloustrash05]

Congrats on writing the final chapter for Courting a Salamandarian! Now all we have left for it is the epilogue (which believe me, I am excited for), what plans do you have for future fics? I imagine Turtles in the Roaring 20's is going to get more attention, but do you have plans of writing any other fanfics as of right now? Again, great job on your writing, and congrats!!!

Thank you! It's pretty exciting knowing I completed my very first fanfic! I basically wrote a book! lol It's so incredible yet also sad to see this story I've worked on for 4 1/2 years coming to an end. This fanfic is my baby and now it's all grow up <3

As for what is next, yes, Turtles In The Roaring 20's will be getting more attention now. More chapters will be coming out sooner than before, and this fanfic will most likely be my primary focus from now on.

I'd also like to write more short oneshots of RaMona and other TMNT 2012 characters if possible. I have a few rough drafts already that I wanna finish up and publish hopefully soon.

I'm also planning on starting two new fanfics! Either start both of them at the same time and work on them back to back, or start one now and do another one later. I'll just have to see how I feel. They are my When Worlds Collide Rewrite and also my Mistress Millennium (Evil Renet AU).

[yandere-writer-momo]

4k follower special. Lesbian vampires 🧛‍♀️

Yandere Head Canons:

The Guard Dog

Yandere Vampire Servant x Vampire Afab Reader

TW: Yandere behavior, stalking, mentions of murder, dom/sub dynamic, cunninglingus, afab parts used, etc

Mila had been a servant for a millennium with you as her mistress. You were her savior and her world! Her reason for existence! The air that she breathes… you were everything to her!

You had saved Mila from the slums over a thousand years ago and she had been ever so dutiful to stay by your side. It was only natural to bow to someone stronger than you, and she would always be subservient to a powerful creature of the night as yourself.

It wasn’t uncommon for her to bathe you or to make sure you had the best quality blood to consume. Only the best for her mistress! And Mila would personally eliminate anyone who stood in the way of your happiness!

No other servant has lasted as she has. Mila drove off any potential bed mates other than herself. There was no one quite as willing as her to please you. You didn’t need anyone else other than your loyal dog! Your eternal guard dog, Mila!

Mila murdered every vampire hunter and every obstacle that dared to overthrow you. There was no one as loyal as her by your side… your eternal guard dog.

Mila was mean and cruel to anyone that wasn’t you. Her massive form towered over most men and women and her face was intimidating to gaze upon. A destructive, blood thirsty dog that only wagged its tail at you. How funny it was to see such a massive force of destruction on its knees begging you to allow her to give you cunninglingus. A reward you made sure to always indulge her in fear of her losing interest (a fear that would never come true)

All she wanted was for you to acknowledge her overwhelming love. Her face is often buried between your legs as her tongue greedily lapped at your damp warmth. Your essence was far more delicious than any blood that ever touched her tongue, a flavor she wished she could taste for all eternity… if she would be allowed to be between your legs forever, she would do so without compliant. Mila would do anything you asked of her!

Just like now as she sat on her knees before your regal form, her face pressed in between your legs. In a few hours it would be daylight, but Mila felt as if she deserved a reward for killing all of those hunters who wanted to rid this world of you. Mila was still quite high from her bloodlust and she absolutely had to have her fill of you…

Mila gasped when your palms tugged at her wavy black hair. Your fingers tangled in her thick wolf cut as you smiled down at her.

“Ever so eager to please, my pet.” You cooed as your free thumb brushed your juices off her scarred lips. What an enticing sight. “I promise you can always have your fill.”

“Please let me please you more, mistress.” Mila begged with a whine, her red eyes hazy with lust. Her being palms grasp at the flesh of your thighs. “You taste so fucking good…”

You sigh and spread your legs a bit farther. “Do as you please.” You gasp when she gets right back to work, her tongue greedily lapping at your folds with the fervor of a woman possessed. Mika’s crimson eyes staring up at yours expectantly. “Don’t… don’t stop.”

Mila moans as she continues to perform on you. Mila loves how you tug at her hair and grind your hips into her eager mouth. Yes! Fuck her face!

Mila continues to feast on you throughout your climax, her strong hands hold your thighs in place to prevent you from escape.

“Mila! Mila!” You cry out her name as you shake and tremble, but your servant merely continues the eager pace of her tongue on your swollen clit.

Mila presses a sloppy kiss to your poor, abused cunt before she pulled back to admire your flushed cheeks. A smile on her face to see that the blood of those hunters had allowed you to have a bit more color to you… it made her feel alive once more to know the effect she had on you.

“I love you, mistress.” Mila rested her head on her thighs while your fingers brushed some of the wavy locks out of her face. “And I will forever live a life of servitude under you.”

“You don’t have to-“ You squeaked when Mila pushed you back on your bed, her fingers began to pull down the waistband of her trousers.

“You are my sun, my moon, and my stars. I will love you until my last breath in this lifetime.” Mila bent down to press hot kisses all over your neck and cheeks. “Without you, my existence is nothing.”

You gasped when she began to undress before you. You could now fully take in just how immense of a woman she was…

Mila took your hand and guided it up her abs and to her left breast. “If I still had a heartbeat, it would beat only for you, mistress.”

Mila now rests above you completely bare, her hand still held yours in place. “Now just give me the order and I’ll please you, mistress.”

You smirked at Mila before you reached your free hand out to her. “Then ravage me, my pet. My eternal guard dog… I love you too.”

[evilminji]

:T Hello there, Thought(tm) of the day...

I? Just remembered that Constantine's "Laughing Magician"(?) title is... f*ckin HEREDITARY?

Like?? As in The Constantine Meances have been out here, harrasing divinity and demons alike for GENERATIONS on behalf of a Good Time, the Lols, and probably Humanity if they can be arsed and you make a good case.

W... What chance would there even BE of at least like? HALF those f*ckers(conflicted but affectionate) NOT becoming Realms Ghosts? With the sh*t they're exposed too? With THEIR luck??

You think DEATH can trick them? Take them away for good? Take away the local Rat B@stard, Tricks Gods Just To See If He Can, Fate Is My Second Mistress and I Cuckold Glory On Your Mother's Bed, Constantine?

They run down main street, *ss in the breeze, wearing someone else's shirt and two shoes that don't match, not a stitch else, like run away lovers. Let Death TRY and catch them. Sorry, Luv, it's not them, it's definitely you.

..........I bet they're the wooooorst~~✨️

No joke, I bet they set up a whole *ss TOWN of Constantine.

Where the odds are in THEIR favor, gods fear to tread, and reality straight out stops working right. Like Diagonal Ally for B*stards, extended to a whole floating island. Everyone's related. It's Chaos. They can barely stand each other. Would sell each other for a toothpick.

Mess with ANY off them... and you can kiss your afterlife good bye.

They have NO neighbors because both no ones dumb enough to get NEAR them AND no one can stand to be around that many Constantines at once. The physical Manifestation of Fate wants to take the whole LOT of the handsy F*CKS to court for child support and a restraining order.

Somehow... they keep getting Earth Booze.

They SHOULDN'T have access. It's been anywhere from decade to centuries since they died. Millennium for a few. Howms't The F*CK, do they keep getting cheap gin and vodka? Bourbon and beer? Even the odd fruity cocktail for funnies.

Please... PLEASE! Tell the Zone at large, that their innate birthright powers STOPPED at Death. They... they are just REALLY good at smuggling right? Excellent con men?

Tell us they can't f*ckin PREDICT AND INFLUENCE Natural Portals!!!

*smug sipping noises from a large room full of Dead @ssholes*

Okay... They Won't Tell You~ 🍺🍺🍺🍺🍺 *siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip*

Now! I hear you ask? Why are John's Terrible, Terrible, God Awful Ghostly Relatives relevant? Absurdly powerful as they are... they seem to take the afterlife as an extended "Ha! GET F*CKED, DEMONS WHO WANTED MY SOUL!" Vacation/Family get together.

Minded their business and expected everyone to mind THEIRS, or ELSE.

Didn't give two solitary SH*TS that Pariah woke from his little nappy-poo to cause a tantrum. After all, in their family? When DOESN'T some "great and terrible Power That Be" get itself in a snit? Meh... it's baby Johnny's turn to clean sh*t up. Best of luck to 'im~!

But THEN!

They must've been drinking... making out with their equally terrible and bamf trainwreck significant others... sitting around playing "who can cheat best at cards"... when? Huh.

Never seen the Fate and The Odds... STRANGLE like that.

Billions of billions of What-Ifs, Maybes, Could-bes, and more... suddenly YANKED towards a single spot. The allowance of Only One Outcome. Almost like what they can do, but... not, WRONG, per say...

Just... impossible.

There's NEVER.. JUST one way this plays out. You can control the big notes. The script. But the details and set dressing will always decide themselves.

NO ONE can just... Decide What Will Happen. And yet?

...............was....... was that Little Johnny? Has to be. Right? Where's his old man? Oi! Was that your Kid??! John's closest relatives are baffled. Nope. They can still feel him laying a beat down on some demon in Norway. So then? Who?

How?

Well mark them CURIOUS(tm).

They decide to actually get up. Put their various drinks and cards down. Put pants on. Somebody's done something... INTERESTING(TM) and they want to know what's up. So? Off they trot.

It's traumatizing for everyone who sees them. The Constantines have breached f*ckin B*stard Containment and are spilling into the Zone. On this! The DAY Pariah Waged A War! THEY JUST GOT RID OF HIM!

And Danny? His everything hurts. The Eyeballs are starting to come out of the woodwork and ARGUE about him like he's not even there. He's DANGEROUS blah blah blah. Give them the crown. Right now! Etc etc.

Somethings telling him not too.

It's... it's HIS isn't it? Has been for centuries and seconds. And... and... everyone one of him is King. There is only one of him. The Zone covers all the multiverse and all of the Hims that were and aren't here and helped and... and...! His head is starting to hurt.

But the more they try to push him to hand it over, the less he feels like unhanding the dang gaudy thing. No. His now. He'll use it as a DOOR stopper if he dang well feels like it! Stop yelling.

Then all these blonde ghosts saunter in... and all he can think is "F*ck. I think they noticed."

Huh?

@stealingyourbones @cyrwrites @bjurnberg @the-witchhunter @hdgnj

[darklinsblog]

Neglect | Sandman Imagine

Summary: You and your husband Morpheus were never a conventional couple, but as the king returns from his imprisonment he seems to want to mend your relationship.

Pairing: Morpheus x Goddess! Reader

Requested: Yes

Morpheus and you were betrothed for millenniums, he didn’t agree to this marriage and he made that perfectly clear to you over and over. You were the Nordic Goddess of marriage and childbirth, Frea.

Which almost seemed like a cruel joke as your spouse would have mistresses left and right, he wouldn’t dream of touching you, you slept in separate rooms and in his you would hear and endless parade of women screaming your husband’s name.

It was hell, but you endured it because you were married and you could not disrespect your arrangement, even though Morpheus did at every chance he got.

Marriage actually meant something to you.

But it was as if he would act to deliberately disrespect you, to make you hate him, he wanted to break you, but you didn’t budge, you simply accepted him for who he was and did your best to fulfill your duties as queen.

The dynamics went on for 9,000 years, for most people it would be unthinkable, but the disrespect and hatred that your husband depicted had become so normalized in your brain it did not bother you anymore.

Against all odds you never had a lover, so you remained completely pure and honest to your oath, you were this clear, loving goddess as your husband succumbed to pleasure.

But everything changed as Morpheus disappeared for a hundred years, at first it didn’t worry you, it was very common in the King of Dreams to leave for days in seeking of a new mistress, but as years went by, you did fear the worst.

The kingdom slowly began to crumble at its core, feeling the notorious absence of the king. You continued to take care of the realm even as it was destroyed, you gave your subjects hope, and most of the people from the Dreaming decided to stay for you.

Because unlike Morpheus, his people did have a deep care and respect for you, and they were glad you were left as regent because you would take good care of them, even in times of need.

To be honest you lived that whole century in peace, at last you didn’t have to put up with constant abuses, you didn’t feel like you were unworthy, you did not spend countless nights wondering what had you done wrong, you slept in the peace and quiet of The Endless’ absence.

Until one day, he returned. You felt him again, it was one of the many things that you shared, you could perceive one another.

Yet, you didn’t run to encounter him, you simply went on with your activities as if nothing was happening, quietly programming yourself to hear his constant insults or intense stares.

You were working on the library, subconsciously hiding from Dream, you got completely caught up in your activities.

“Y/N?” You heard his distinctive voice behind you, you took a deep breath before meeting his gaze, prepared for the worst.

But you were greeted by an unknown image, Dream was looking down at you with tenderness and a glimpse of shame. What he did next, was unthinkable for the Endless you thought you knew.

He grabbed his arms around you and embraced you fully, he was holding you as close to his body as he was physically able. He took in your scent, burring his nose in the crock of your neck, causing goosebumps to rise in your skin at the unknown sensation.

Your body was rigid under his touch, while Morpheus seemed to melt at the mere contact of your skin.

He pulled away from you, still holding you by your waist, you rested your hands at either side of his forearms.

“I’m so happy to see you, Frea” you raised your brows, not being able to contain your surprise “I’m deeply sorry for my absence, but I was held captive… I could only think of you in the coldness of my isolation” he confessed, having you at the loss of words, his absence was explained but you could not make up the brutal chance in the man you wed.

“I know I have being the most disgusting and disrespectful spouse to you and I want to mend all the damage I inflicted on you. I wish to be the husband you deserved from the very start”

You blinked, taking in his words, you could tell he was speaking truthfully, you always had a way to know if he was lying or not. But all of this was a lot to take in.

“Say something, please…” he begged, you could see he was suffering with your silence, you did not want to punish him, it was just that this new version of Dream was everything you ever dreamt of, it was disruptive to have him standing in front of you, saying all this.

“I don’t know what to say Morpheus” you sincerely spoke. “I mean, just think of how we have lived this past 9,000 years… How do I know you are true and you would not run back to your old ways” he looked down, embarrassed.

You had all right to distrust him, in your place he wouldn’t know what to do.

“Because you were the only thing I was certain of during my imprisonment. I mean you kept our people here, you took care of the realm when you could have left”

He cupped your face in his hands, looking at you intensely, you had many chances to leave him and you did not.

“Tell me not even a part of you wishes that we fix this. That we live happily married like we were supposed to” you laughed, out of nervousness.

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted, Dream” you said, he wasted no more time and for the first time in history, Morpheus kissed his wife out of love and not obligation.

You fully gave in, melting in his touch at last, he sneaked his hands all over your body, stopping at your butt, his kiss became more and more intense, he squeezed your ass with both hands making you gasp at the feeling.

Morpheus had never touched you like this, with such urgency and lust, not even in your wildest dreams did you imagine your husband could be able of wanting you so badly.

It was addicting to feel wanted like this, to be handled with such expertise. You pulled away from his lips but Morpheus would not have it as he kissed your neck instead.

“Morpheus… we’re at the library”you breathlessly reminded him, you did not feel in the mood of being walked on a compromising situation.

Your husband groaned, understanding that he needed to stop. He smiled at you, taking your hand in his and practically dragging you out of the place.

“Morpheus, where are we going? You need to rebuild the Dreaming” you went on as you were dragged into the throne room, the doors closing behind you.

He pulled you into his chest, smirking as his hands went down your body painfully slow, this time lifting the fabric of your dress, exposing your skin.

Morpheus pulled your hair aside, kissing your shoulder blade up to your neck, stopping at your ear.

“We have a marriage to consummate first, my queen”

Shivers ran down your spine in excitement of the unknown, the only thing you had for certain was that you had a long night ahead of yourselves.

[gallusrostromegalus]

AEIWAM question: Was Senbonzakura originally Furoufushi's sword, or did he originally manifest with a different person in the Kuchiki family?

Senbonzakura was the Kuchiki family sword for well over a millennium by the time Furofushi married into the family. He was quite fond of her, for being so protective of poor Kyoga (it's a regrettable trend that clan scions are often bullied extensively by the family in a misplaced desire to protect the clan as a whole that manifests as trying to control every aspect of the scion's life), and also that she genetically contributed an exceptional amount of health and vigor back into the line- the Kuchiki Clan probably would have genetically imploded in a few generations if it weren't for her.

She had her own zanpaktou named Ratatosokoro that Senbonzakura was also very close to- it's rare for him to get to interact with other zanpaktou outside of work- and they had a standing agreement that, were there ever an emergency or something catastrophic happened to Ratatosokoro that Senbonzakura would allow Furofushi to wield him, and should something happen to Senbonzakura, she would step in as the new Clan Sword and look after their descendants.

As far as Zanpaktou go, that's True Love.

Alas, Ratatosokoro passed with her mistress,as many zanpaktou do. While Furofushi is buried in the clan crypt with her beloved Kyoga, Ratatosokoro has the unique privilege of being buried in the courtyard under the place where Senbonzakura typically sets his roots. Or she was, some 800 years ago. Iron rusts, and is easily absorbed by the surrounding foliage, and ever since, Senbonzakura's blooms and cherries have been a notably deeper shade of pink and red.

[cawyden-gaming]

Rogue Trader - Turns and Cycles

I was looking for more information regarding turns and cycles in the game and checked the localization file.

Here we go (-> contains spoiler):

Chrono Turns: seconds? - minutes - hours

Chrono = watch/clock - in game our RT seems to wear or carry one to check the time:

"[Check the chronometer] \"Your five minutes have passed. I hereby sentence you to death. And I will be the one to carry it out!" (-> from Kiava Gamma questline)

"The gilded chrono in your hands tells you that two watch hours have already elapsed."

From a book event (Cassias quest - they return after 20 days): "Entry A-201.48.66. 10 chronometer turns since the incident..." "Entry M-001.87.23. 30 chronometer turns since the incident..." "Entry H-905.00.80. 50 chronometer turns since the incident..." Revolutions = turns "The total time that five servants can spend on arranging their mistress's coiffure should not exceed three revolutions of the chronometer." (-> Eurac V / about Cassia)

Turn: day (dep. on planet/station/ship)

This would be the time that a planet needs to turn around its axis - or a space station around a planet. Voidships might follow Terran standard or have their own specific times.

"Very well, don't just stand there, you're here now. Or do you think the Master of Seals has nothing better to do than receive unexpected visitors?\" {n}The old woman beckons over a servo-skull floating nearby.{/n} \"Begin entry — current hour, current turn, current cycle, 41st millennium.\" (-> Jaes quest / Dargonus)

The length will depend on the ship/space station/planet that is being talked about, if there is no reference to Terran standard being used. But while "Terran cycle" is a frequently used term, "Terran turn" is not - instead "Terran days" are used:

"The Rogue Trader's betrayal of the Emperor's faith was so vile that His statue on Footfall bled from the eyes for three Terran days."

"A Terran day later, the mystery unravelled itself in a most heinous manner — an attempt on the Rogue Trader's life!"

As I said, a turn would mean a planetary, station or ship day, but that doesn't mean it is as long as our Earth days:

"Another thing that surprised me is the city's incredible work shifts — the planet turns on its axis once every 38 hours, and 25 of those are usually spent in the manufactorums." (-> unknown planet)

"It has only been three turns since the attack. How are your wounds?" (-> Dargonus, RT to Achilleas, Time between Dargonus attack + Briefing in act 3)

Not sure if this was a joke or if turns on Footfall are very long too:

"Five turns ago, the Footfall regicide champion got her head blown off after her win, and there was a knife fight for the second place.\" "Yeah, those were the real regicide days. The players are all wimps nowadays, and the stakes just aren't the same…"

Cycle: depends/year

Here we have to keep in mind that cycle is used very often in the game with different meanings. From maintenance or ritual cycles, production cycles etc. to what is of interest to us - planetary or station cycles.

"Begin entry — current hour, current turn, current cycle, 41st millennium." (-> Jaes quest / Dargonus)

Terran cycle = 1 year Opticon 22: "Under the contractual obligation in question, 34.761 Terran cycles ago the Explorator Cognisance Fleet received from …"

RT Response: "You waited thirty years to pay up?" (-> Footfall)

Station/Planetary cycles

"Jae stands over the bodies of her underlings — many of them have been mutilated beyond recognition, as though a troop of expert torturers had worked on them for many station cycles."

"The first of these ships is thought to have arrived two Rykad Minoris cycles ago, early in the winter. The most recent one arrived a month ago.\" (-> From Rykad Minoris log)

"Day twenty-one, third month of the cycle…Now that's what I call good fortune! We hit the Jackpot..." "Day six of the ninth month of the cycle…It is time to end this." (-> Xeno tech smuggler quest log)

Dargonus cycle

If really the planetary cycle is meant, it seems to be rather short - but I would assume it is something else, as this text is from the colony events and likely related to a cycle used on the ship (like watch cycle etc.):

"When the depleted winners had finally cut open the trucks' lining, the only thing waiting there for them was a squad of enforcers, enraged by three cycles of sitting in tight, dark spaces." (-> colony event)

"Dargonus's nobles took no pleasure in distributing the refugees. Some of them have found their way into the personal service of the nobles, thankful to receive a nutribar and a mat, on which they can rest for six hours per cycle."

Here both years and cycles are used together:

"She was acquitted two years ago. But to get the papers certified, and the seal? So much time has passed… And now here I am, standing, waiting. It doesn't matter. At the rate this queue's moving, it'll be ten cycles or more before our numbers come up."

Ship cycles - careful

The term cycle as mentioned above is used in very different context and often it is not clear in which one.

"Twenty lashes a month for the next half-cycle. Deprivation of officer's rations and privileges for the same period." (-> from book event, punishment of officer who made a joke?)

In this case although Jae speaks about Dargonus I think she uses ship (or terran) cycles:

"Shereen! Dargonus is absolutely fabulous this season, wouldn't you agree?\" {n}Jae greets you with a familiar pearly smile.{/n} \"Incidentally… We've been dealing with the aftermath of the xeno-invasion for three cycles now… And far be it from me to hint at anything… but the ceremony of your succession has long since passed." (-> Jae, in act 4?)

In these cases, a cycle does very likely not mean a year (as we know it): "You have been studying the enforcers for several cycles now, observing shift changes, trips to the mess, games of regicide, and the aftermath of boozing sessions. On the fourth day, during a shift change, you sneak into their small room and find a vox-caster that someone left behind." (-> Warp event, RT disappears)

"The Lady Navigator… has been waiting for you on the bridge for half a watch cycle now."

"I have spent the last few cycles correcting the latest log entries, and I thought it would please Master Abelard, as he is so fond of order." (-> Cassia, dialog with her in early act 2 about ship log)

[nova--spark]

Earth 101 : A Manual for the Visiting Cybertronian

Chapter Five: Human Mythos and Folklore

Humans are a young species compared to us, their lives amounting to one century when compared to our own millennium of years we exist in.

While they are young however, their mythology and folklore tales are some of the most astounding I have seen, in all my centuries of time within the Iacon Archives.

I have studied the great tales of the Knights, of utopias, of the great 13, Primus, Unicron, the AllSpark, the Guiding Hand and so many more, that my mentor too once studied in her years.

Many a great civilization was built upon these myths, as they are the stories of their people.

Earth too, and humanity as a whole, have tales of all kinds.

Many various religions of the terran planet are labeled ‘creation myths’.

That a deity, known only as God, spoke the world into existence, and crafted each aspect of their universe over 7 days.

Some speak that the world is one of many, as various other worlds were the product of war and death.

Some speak of reincarnation, that life persists even after the end and all are reborn, and so too is the world.

It is curious how no two stories are ever the same, and yet, at the same time, they are similar in little ways.

Nonetheless, human mythos is a vast range of emotions of all sorts, some range from cautionary tales, some life lessons, some just for entertainment, or passing on of legacies, of cultural importance of all sorts.

Humanity was built on oral storytelling, eons ago, when their people had no method by which to physically record their history. Even then, a large majority of written history and stories of their existence as a whole has been lost to time, due to tragedies.

One such event I was able to study was the famed burning of the Library of Alexandria, which had not just copies but original manuscripts of various human stories, histories, and even possible inventions that could have skyrocketed humanities development.

It is a tragic loss, not unlike some of our own on Cybertron, as many archival halls were decimated.

Knowledge is powerful, and in the right or wrong hands, can be a tool to aid, or weapon to destroy.

Of the many stories I studied from humans, I found a handful which were quite peculiar, yet interesting.

In the Latin American folklore, there exists the story of ‘La Llorona’, which translates to ‘the Weeping Woman.’ There are many varieties of this story, but the key points pertain to a woman who was perhaps a mistress of someone, had children with the man of her affections, but he refused to marry her because of this. She would go on to drown her children on his orders, to marry him finally, only for him in the end to refuse and damn her instead. She would drown in the same river, in her wedding dress,and became a ghost, a wandering Spark if you will, desperate then to find her children, as she would not be allowed entry into the afterlife without them for her crimes, walking the river’s edges at night, wailing for her dead children.

A tragic tale, this story serves as warning for the children who would play by the river at hours far too late, as they would be warned the Llorona would snatch them, confusing them for her OWN children, and drowning them in the river to take to the afterspark.

Other stories tell of creatures that disguise themselves as humans, and be it for malicious reasons, or benevolent, they will interact with humans in various ways.

The country of Japan is apparently known for many a myth wherein items came to life as ‘yokai’ and gained sentience.

Perhaps this is a lingering remnant of our ancestors who at some point touched upon Earth during expeditions long prior.

Upon some research into what is known as the Greek Pantheon, I have reason to believe that possibly, even knowledge of our very own 13 may have touched upon Earth, as there are many parallels to the long gone gods of our people.

There also remains evidence that our most prehistoric ancestors, the Predacons, said to have one day resided on Earth in an eons ago expedition, have left their very mark upon human mythos, as the tales of great dragons of many shapes, gryphons, all great manner of fantastical beasts that have become vital to many a human mythology.

There is great evidence in this manner, that Cybertron and Earth have been long intertwined, even before we as Cybertronians ever left our home to seek refuge here.

Though I remain in the Archives, every visit to Earth I have made in research capacity yields a great many new records, and evidence to this idea being true.

I have studied not just humanity’s ancient mythos, but some of their more recent stories.

By this, I mean the stories many people write now in the modern day.

Humans, long ago during what was a great war that befell their planet, developed what was known as ‘comic books’, which were stories told in pictures and text, on parchment of sometimes little to no color, or vibrant color of all kinds.

The characters within these stories have long become iconic to people, boasting names which become quite wondrous, yet fill hope in people.

‘Superheroes’ is the title these characters are called by, as they are meant to be the peak of humanity, soldiers, guardians and great minds who protect Earth.

Though they are fictional, they are nonetheless impactful, telling meaningful stories of love, loss, protection, and many more.

One could argue that human comic books are now the modern retellings of mythology, or rather it’s newest form by which they can tell stories.

Most interesting is that they have even developed comic books of our own kind, telling rather compelling stories here and there, by which humans can connect with us more and more.

It warms the sparks of many, to see that humans connect with us in such a manner.

That , as our planet flickers to and fro from life and death in our war, they attempt to keep our stories alive in their very own ways, and spread word.

‘We are here. We existed. We remain. ‘

Dear reader, I implore you, to perhaps utilize a holoform, and someday if able to, venture into a human library, or book store.

And spend just a bit of time, seeing just how compelling some of the stories found on their shelves can be.

Both fictional, and historical can be found, and sometimes, you will be surprised to learn which is which.

[saisew]

Barbies that serve absolute cunt. pt 2.

Palmer’s Millennium - 2000

Gone Platinum - 2001

Holiday - 2002

Birthstone Barbie’s - 2003

Hard Rock Cafe - 2003

Dallas Darlin’ - 2007

Haunted Beauty Vampire - 2013

Haunted Beauty Mistress of the Manor - 2014

Haunted Beauty Zombie - 2015

[evilios]

The Mountain Craftsman

Created in the traditional style of Palekh miniature, this panel by a Palekh-born artist Kaleria Kukulieva features scenes from Pavel Bazhov's collection of fairy tales about the Malachite Maid also known as "The Mistress of the Copper Mountain".

She is a prominent figure of general Russian fairy tales and local Ural folk tales coined around the area of one of the oldest Ural-based copper mines. Having been in use since around mid-2nd millennium BCE, this mine would receive the folk name "The Copper Mountain".

The Malachite Maid is described differently in various sources. Most frequently she is a stone woman in a dress of malachite who guards the mines and the ore reserves deep in the heart of the Ural mountains. She is a benefactor of respectful miners and seems to favor talented craftsmen, but she is also a protective spirit of the mountain region that punishes those who take her patronage for granted.

In Bazhov's fairy tales, she's a woman of medium height, not very tall, and beautiful to look at. Her hair is black and braided, heavy and going straight down her back; the ribbons in it are presumably made of copper. In other tales, she can transform into or is inherently a green lizard with a golden crown on her head (currently depicted on the coat of arms of the town where the Copper Mountain is located).

Photo source: 🏺

[pendraegon]

omg!! I’m looking into phd programs in/around chicago and planning a visit there soon! you’ll have to let me know the “must-see” spots!

ooohhh dude if there's one thing that i fucking love doing it's [1] talking (just in general) and [2] specifically talking about my city, my sweet mistress, the love of my life chicago<3

first of all i wish u luck in ur phd endeavors!! im also like..shopping around for future phd programs and im also hoping that i can snag a place somewhere back home in the city instead of being out of state like i currently am with my masters lol (literally DREADING apps though i tried making headway on my statement and like. i have to do this again??? after my MA sop?? kms)

anyways here are some attractions<3

the riverwalk! it's basically like this giant strip of area along the chicago river with restaurants and bars and stuff<3 there's always music playing and people milling about and so many things to catch your eye! honestly i really like it at night, i think it's prettiest during sunset lol

the architectural boat tour. you literally just sit on a boat and some guy points out different buildings and tells you about its history and then you briefly go on the lake. i LOVEEEE taking people out on this, it's really really fun and you get good pics out of it. make sure to bring a jacket bc lake michigan. she is gorgeous and she is WINDY even in the summertime<3

obligatory millennium park/the bean mention. it's really fucking swarmed on the weekends so if ur not good with crowds avoid this area during that time but a good place to mill around! also to make fun of the bean. she is so ugly but she is a part of the city you know. (also it's right next to michigan avenue if you need to get a gift for someone/want to go shopping!)

wait obvi the sears tower + observational deck. if anyone calls it the willis tower you can spit on them. legally.

okay let's get into the museums. they're all cloistered around the same area (a bit past millennium park) so like. i guess you COULD try to see a bunch of them in one day but like. there's so much that you really can't feasibly do that lol

the art institute of chicago. MY FAVORITE PLACEEEEEEEE. i personally really like the medieval art exhibits + on the bottom floor is a really cool miniature exhibit where they showcast different rooms from different eras and theyre all SO tiny and SO cute. the food here's pretty good? lol

there's also the museum of contemporary art but the art institute has a pretty damn good modern art section but if ur really into that kind of stuff go here instead.

the poetry foundation!

field museum. LOVEEE this place. you can see sue the dinosaur<3 i once got in trouble here as a kid on a field trip bc i asked the guide how much of the shit there was stolen and they did not let me ask another question ):

adler planetarium + shedd aquarium + museum of science and industry -> these are also all in the same area. for all the museums they have days with discount prices so check that out before u go!

there's two zoos, lincoln park zoo and brooklyn. lincoln park is superior and also it's free and there's OKAPIS. GO SAY HI TO THEM FOR ME.

if you dont mind driving out a bit, there's the chicago botanic gardens around wilmette/glencoe (tied w the art institute as my fave place) and if you drive a bit further out to lisle there's the arboretum as well. they also do discount days!

if u drive out to the suburbs -> woodfield mall in schaumburg

for the museums and stuff i would really rec getting one of those city passes bc you get admission into a bunch of stuff either at a discount rate or it's included and it's WAY cheaper than getting individual tickets imo

ALSO. lake michigan. just in general. THE best of the great lakes and the truest love of my life.

if there's anything you wanna see u might check out the aragon before u come! same with ravinia. i fucking love ravinia it's great to sit on the lawn and listen to music during summer nights<3

EDIT: fucking forgot navy pier. if you come during august there's the air + water show. but also there's a ferris wheel there and that's fun. there's always something happening there on the weekends so you can always dip in just to see what's up

EDIT 2: there's some stupid fucking nascar thing happening in chicago rn that's blocking the roads so as long as u avoid that, you will be fine 👍

OKAY FOOD TIME<3

deep dish pizza is a must here. i dont care what people say about it, it's pizza. anyways my favorite place is lou malnati's (the lou especially) but giordano's is also really good. uno's is...whatever to me don't go there.

chicago hot dogs: SOOO many good ones. portillo's is a classic, superdawg, charcoal delights, byron's hot dogs..my personal fave is gene and jude's but it's a bit out of the city (it IS around o'hare the airport so if u can stop by then that would be best lol)

for korean food, you cannot beat cho sun ok. go and get their chadolbaegi and their mulnaengmyeon. killer combo. don't wear your best clothes here bc you will have to wash it bc of the (good!) smells. additionally you can go to joongbooshijang/joongboo market and outside there's a mandu/dumpling stand. their kimchi mandu and their red bean mandu. chef's fucking KISS.

for kabobs, noon-o-kabab or kabobi is my favorite! if you go for kabobi make sure you get their bamiyeh as dessert (^:

okay. im putting eataly on this list only because i like their dessert section on the first floor lol their tiny cakes + gelato always hits the spot

i looooveee goddess and the baker. bestttttt place for matcha/coffee and a sandwich. hero coffee bar is also pretty good but that one is a grab and go. oromo cafe is sooo good if ur into turkish coffee and pistachio and rose flavors. lots of vegan options there if you're into that. there's another one i love but i CANNOT remember the name of it for the life of me.

wait one last thing. frontera grill is like......really good. i went with my parents and it was nice, really fucking good flan lol

night life is an entirely different situation and if u want i can tell u about it later but for now i um. think maybe i talked too much. anyways fellow chicagoans i know youre there if i missed anything let me know lol

[knightphobeus]

My Thoughts on Sailor Moon S/Sailor Moon Crystal 3

So I’m a bit of a Revolutionary Girl Utena fan.

Tiny bit.

But I’m also a large fan of the Sailor Moon manga for some things.

I love the 90s anime vs Crystal, despite some of the neat things in Crystal. The enemy being invaders who take over the body and have Eldritch forms was awesome…

Then I saw the THING that came out of Professor Tomoe in the 90s again and was like “no".

Did I mention the main director of this did Revolutionary Girl Utena?

I think the main thing for me is that the 90s anime went out of their way to make Haruka more of the they/them that Takeuchi seemed to want, and while Crystal did do a bit with Haruka and Michiru being mysterious, the 90s anime really worked to lay down not only that they had another mission from the Inner Soldiers, but really worked to set up a reason why they would later become antagonistic against each other, over instant hate that Crystal and the manga gave.

Overall I think Ikuharu's take on some aspects of it were very interesting, and really added to the mystery around how things were working with the Death Busters. At the same time, the thought of them being alien "witches" with Eldritch horror true-forms, was a great addition in the manga.

But yet again, I love that there would be a good "middle" between the two - Tomoe and the Witches 5's wackiness and bitter feelings towards each other would work well for them vying to gain the title of "Magus", Kaolinite being one of the first to be 'used' by the invaders and Tomoe's original push to save his daughter, resulting in him being used as a pawn as much as she was, are honestly great in their own series.

In a way, I see the main point of the 90s anime to be about the Messiahs not being the ones who have to do all that you think on their own, but the one who can go and do the right thing when the time is right. Sailor Chibimoon befriending and believing in Hotaru, as well as Sailor Moon believing the same thing and not wanting to destroy Hotaru when she was being controlled by Mistress 9, allowed Sailor Saturn to appear, destroy Master Pharaoh 90, and it allowed Sailor Moon to, ultimately, save Hotaru to be free to return to her life for a short time.

In contrast, Crystal/the manga shows more of what happens with the ending of the Silver Millennium, and how the different specializations of the Soldiers still resulted in them viewing Sailor Moon in a light that made them wish to protect her. As well, Sailor Moon wishes to befriend and protect those around her, and that carries over to her daughter and the heir who will also light the way - Chibiusa.

Overall this is probably the best part of both the manga, Crystal, and anime. Ikuhara and Takeuchi create great enemies who's threat is one that the Sailor Soldiers must deal with, and also allow inter-personal conflicts between the Inner and Outer Soldiers to cause enough friction to be interesting - one that I wish had been expanded on for the next part of the series.

Then again...SuperS/Dream arc/Eternal is what it is.

[fabuloustrash05]

I saw your post about how you would like to rewrite "when worlds collide" I would really like to see it and most likely others would too, so why don't you write it in year3? Like I said before, I'm sure we would all like to see slash there instead of karai, more about the story of commander g'throkka with the neutralizer and even rapha with the powers, I think it would be more interesting to see rapha with the powers than mikey (it's not hate Mikey, but I feel like I would have liked Rapha and Mona to have more prominence in those chapters) and seeing Mona's temperament up close would be a dream (I feel like she may have a stronger but controlled temperament) I also want to see friendship between her and April

Me

Who said I haven’t started working on it? Lol

I’ve been holding off writing the When Worlds Collide Rewrite mainly because I was putting all my time and focus on finishing my RaMona fanfic Courting a Salamandrian (plus also personal things have been going on in my life).

I didn’t want to add another fanfic I started but have no time to write to the list. I’m already balancing two and I didn’t want to overwhelm myself. And I’d hate to do that to my readers, having them to wait so long for updates on their favorite fanfic because I’m more focused on the others, you know?

But now that Courting a Salamandrian is almost complete, I’m planning on starting to work on a new fanfic and When Worlds Collide Rewritten is one of the many candidates.

[dreamer213]

Broken Machines: Between Shadows

Chapter 9: Mommy Meltdown

The warm rays of the sun peek through the windows, thin strains of light softly illuminating the room in patches as Willow lay sleeping in her bed. Turned over on her side with her comforter pulled down to right below her shoulders. The aristocratic woman is in a deep slumber though it’s far past daybreak, her body heavy in the sheets as it sinks into the mattress like a stone thrown into the sea. Even the sound of her bedroom door opening and her personal maid Mary entering does nothing to stir the unfortunate lady from her rest. She enters with a food cart, carrying a tray table, Willow’s breakfast, and her daily surplus of alcoholic beverages. Mary walks up to her bedside, carefully observing her charge’s physical condition to ensure her vitals are in their usual state. Checking Willow’s pulse then her temperature and finally opening her mouth to check for her breathing and look for any signs of blockage such as vomit. Luckily her airway is clear, and her breathing is normal thus Mary can commence with the final step of rubbing Willow’s temple to wake her. The motion makes her stir and after several minutes Willow awakes to a sight, she’s gotten all too familiar with, Mary standing over her with a look of indifference on her face.

Mary: Good morning, Mistress Willow.

She says, voice pleasant but impersonal like the chime of a singing greeting card or public service reminder. Still, it was nowhere near the worst wake-up call she could have.

Willow: What time is it?

She asks, sitting up and rubbing her head as the usual pain flooded in. A gentle massage to wake her followed by the sting of a hangover to keep her up was just the way Willow found herself every day.

Mary: 10:14 am, it’s sunny with a chance of high winds and snow in the evening. Master has already departed for the day and Young Master has begun his daily studies.

Willow yawns, stretching out a bit to chase away the rest of her tiredness.

Willow: Has he eaten yet?

Mary: Of course, Mistress.

Willow: Was it enough?

Mary: You know the answer to that, Mistress.

Willow sighs, resignation and self-hatred looming over her head with a quickness that lightning bolts seem slow.

Willow: I know. I was just….

She sighs again, taking off her bonnet and running her hands through her silk-white hair.

Willow: I need a drink.

Mary: Your breakfast and morning bloody mary will be served to you after you freshen up.

Willow raises an eyebrow, annoyed at the denial of her much-needed beverage.

Willow: Really Mary?

Mary: I’m simply following orders and your doctor’s recommendation.

Willow: Good lord, when did I get old enough to need this much bedside manner?

She grumbles before getting out of bed, throwing on a long flowing, elegant fur-trimmed robe over her matching long periwinkle thin strapped nightgown and sliding on her satin slippers. The soft color making her soft pearly skin appear soft and fragile like a ceramic bust. Raising to her full height Willow was tall for a woman, just like her eldest daughter, standing almost a full head taller than Mary. Her stature however did not detract from her beauty, her voluptuous figure lending to her ethereal beauty.

But that’s what Willow was and had always been.

Despite her age, multiple pregnancies, depression, sham marriage, seemingly never-ending grief, and lush lifestyle Willow remained beautiful. She’d been a lovely infant, an adorable child, a gorgeous teen, a ravishing woman, and a beautiful mother. Even in her despair, she appeared more like a morose art fixture, not a person drowning in the suffering of herself, her children, and the legacy her father left behind. It was this beauty and the pure luck of being born to a man such as Nichols Schnee that enabled her to live as she had thus far. The Queen of high society, a beauty only found once in a millennium now a recluse who really showed her face in public. As she strides over to her en-suite bathroom Willow’s strides are graceful, slippers hitting the floor without so much as a tiny squeak. She washes her face, exfoliates, and lotions her skin before brushing her teeth and combing her hair, all tasks a woman of her wealth could have others do for her, but Willow was too proud to even think of it.

She was pampered but not so much to be even think of being babied. She wouldn’t dream of being so useless regardless of her other issues, Willow had been raised too strong to let herself be coddled into that kind of sloth.

She exits the bathroom with a clay face mask on and walks toward her balcony. It was a small one in comparison to the others around the manor but that was what Willow enjoyed about it. With just enough room for a small round table and chair, she could sit outside in the cool air, read, and drink as music from her vintage record player drifts in from its spot by the balcony doors. She sits down, letting to wind kiss her skin as the mask does its magic on. After a good ten minutes, she gets up to go back inside only to find Mary standing at the doors waiting for her.

Willow: Really Mary?!

Mary: Young Master insisted that you not be alone near hazardous areas. For your own safety.

Willow sighs and goes back inside without a fuss, Mary holding the door open from her. After removing the face mask, Willow sits on her bed and is served breakfast. A hearty meal of honeyed oatmeal, frittata, and a side of chopped strawberries. Still on the cart was her morning bloody Mary, which she’d have to finish her breakfast to get to.

Taking a whiff of her meal, Willow couldn’t deny that smelled and looked appealing but her appetite for food was simply not great enough to enjoy eating it. Not that her body wasn’t pleading for it, her stomach grumbling lowly as a knot of emptiness in it tightened, Willow just couldn’t muster the desire to eat. Knowing her temperament Mary takes the drink from the tray and stands close to Willow’s bedside. She keeps the beverage right at the edge of her mistress’s peripheral vision but far enough that it’s just out of arm’s reach. The sight hits just the right notes of Willow’s habit, her mouth feeling terribly dry and her tongue flickering against her lips as if begging for a taste. Knowing she wouldn’t get her desired nectar on an empty stomach Willow eats. Slowly, hardly tasting anything, she finishes everything on her plate at a graceful pace.

When she’s done Willow looks to Mary for her well-earned drink, only for her to present the woman with a handful of pills. Her daily medication.

Hoodwinked but at Mary’s mercy Willow takes her medicine dry, huffily gulping them down a few at a time with a grimace on her face. Pouting like a child who just sucked on a lemon. Mary ignores her attitude and nods approvingly before finally rewarding her mistress with her first taste of alcohol for the day. The bloody mary is smooth but spicy, the tingle from the vodka and sauce waking her up. The taste of the fresh tomato and lemon juice is nice and refreshing like a soft summer breeze.

Just like that much of her gloominess vanishes as she sips the rest of her drink. Her headache dissipated and Willow started feeling in a standard mood. With her morning routine completed the rest of the day was Willow’s to do with as she pleased. She had no true responsibilities outside of appearing at certain events and that was only when she truly wanted to. Those were contained to a select few holidays, some events established by her father, and her children's birthday parties.

Gods the children, they were the only thing keeping Willow alive after that bastard finally admitted to tricking her. The only reason she hadn’t hung herself that nice was because it was Weiss’s birthday, and she couldn’t end her life on the same day she’d brought a life into the world. And even after that, every time she felt the urge to end it all one of them had done something to make her want to stay even if it was just for another day.

She’d think of slitting her throat with her father’s sword and she would find Winter training with it in secret. She’d think of hanging herself in the dance studio only to find Weiss practicing her ballet. Tried to jump off the balcony in the ballroom but stopping when she heard Whitley playing a song on one of her pianos. A tune she’d played for him when he was so small, she doubted that he could have remembered it but had known it by heart years later. Truly her children were her lifeline and knowing the pain of losing a mother far too soon Willow, no matter how broken she’s become, could not bring herself to die while her children still struggled.

However, this was a double-edged sword.

Willow: Mary.

She calls, the maid looking at her with her neutral gaze.

Willow: I want to go for a walk.

She states, Mary nods in agreement and goes to fetch Willow something to wear. Now the process of dressing Willow for the day was critical in judging how the day would progress. Her most common outfit was a long dark blue pencil skirt, ruffled shirt, and purple with black tights and heels. But that was not all she had in her wardrobe.

The snow-haired woman had once been known as the Queen of high society and had the appeal to match. Many designer gowns, some one-offs made specifically for her, clothing of the highest quality, and more accessories than most would see in a lifetime. Most of her more delicate pieces were kept elsewhere but her everyday wear and her jewelry stayed in her room. This catalog of clothing could act as a mood and intent indicator as Willow would dress to do what she wanted, regardless of whether she knew she was going to do it or not.

For instance, her most common outfit was meant for walks in the garden and reading in her library as she day drinks. A stark white long-sleeved blouse, dark purple waist corset, and black pants were for taking up her old sword and practicing her swing on pictures of Jaques. And her periwinkle gown with matching shawl and silver accessories was for dancing about drunkenly in the ballroom when her treacherous husband was away.

The latter two were much more rare to see as the years went on, her outrage and burst of almost hysterical jelly slowing down as the depression set in. Mary had also done her best to keep this little shift under wraps to prevent any unfortunate incidents between the unhappily married couple. Doubly so when Penny was around but now that Jaques was out more frequently, and classes had ended the chances of these outbursts occurring had risen greatly. There still hasn’t been one thus far but Mary knew better than to be optimistic in this house. It was only a matter of time.

Pulling out Willow’s usual ensemble Mary is about to carry it over to the bed.

Willow: Wait, I want my satin gown.

She insists. Mary doesn't react and returns the clothing back to the closet before retrieving Willow’s requested outfit. It’s a long strapless mermaid dress with a long slit up the right leg, the bodice decorated in sliver embroidery of the Schnee family crest recontextualized as a glittering pattern. With it is a matching shawl, a pair of white opera gloves, and a silver jewelry set. A pair of silver shoes with periwinkle gems encrusted into the design which matched the dress. This was a custom-made gift from a dear friend who had made many of Willow’s special outfits. They were still in touch though not often and Willow would periodically receive a gift from here as a sort of care package. This was one of her favorites. Mary hands the garments over to her mistress who accepts them with a low hum of approval.

Given its construction, Mary has to help Willow zip the dress up once it’s on. After that Willow has no problem putting on the rest while Mary prepares her makeup and hair care products. When she is fully dressed Mary does her makeup and puts her hair in an updo to accommodate the matching snowflake hairpin needed to complete the look. Once everything was done Willow looked in the mirror, her pale lips were painted lilac with a black liner outlying her lips, her cheeks rosy from a touch of soft blush and her eyes appeared to shimmer from her bold silver-dusted smoke eye makeup. Though no makeup could the coldness in them, the aura of death and regret was too deep to be hidden under even the deepest layer of luxury.

Still, Willow could look at herself with a little less self-pity like this. Twirling in her dress, pretending for a moment that she was still the great flower she once was and not the withering fool she’d become. After a few long glances, she looks back at Mary with a pitiful smile.

Willow: I want to go to the garden first, to greet the flowers.

Mary: Yes, ma’am.

Soon they depart. Mary leaves the food cart behind beside the door for another maid to pick up and carries the wine bottles and glasses with her as they walk. Striding down the halls every staff member they pass gazes at Willow with either silent awe or horror before quickly getting out of the way. The entirety of the staff manning the Schnee household knew to stay far away from Willow for their safety and hers. The madam of the house was an unfortunate figure, there was no one who didn’t know of her miserable situation but that hardly outweighed the emotional time bomb Willow existed as. She could start weeping then turn to shouting if her mood flipped, usually because Jacques had done something to provoke her ire. If not that then it was the depressing air around her sapping the sanity of anyone who came too close. Even now dressed in her finest her presence was painful draining.

Regardless the staff still treated her with the reverence her position demanded. Butlers hold open the doors to the garden and gardeners clear any brush from the paths as Willow strides past the rows of flora and fauna. Under the light of midday, Willow stopped to smell the flowers and ran her free hand against petals and leaves while her other held her perpetually full wine glass. This was one of her few safe places in the manor, the safest in fact due to Jacques's distaste for the loveliness of nature.

His disinterest had perplexed her back when their courtship began but Willow disregarded it as a personal preference. No couple had everything in common, even her parents had their differences, and that was hardly anything to consider about. Looking back Willow kicks herself for not looking deeper and questioning the holes in his personality sooner but it was far too late for that. Though her marriage be nothing more than a successful con crafted by a heartless leech, Willow still had her garden. A precious gift from her father and she'd enjoy it for as long as she pleased.

As she frolics, Willow stumbles upon a familiar gazebo, one that held many memories. She’d sat there with each of her children as infants after walking them through the greenery to introduce them to the wonders of nature. This is where she taught them the basics of tea parties and being a proper host, less serious etiquette lessons more of relaxed pretend play to practice. And around Mother’s Day, so long ago, her lovely children would pick flowers to make her bouquets. Yes, there were many good memories both for her as someone’s child and as someone’s mother.

She sits down and as she continues letting her mind wander down memory lane the happy thoughts soon end as the most recent of them turn grim. That being the last time she’d seen her son in the garden, tears falling down his cheeks and eyes hollow. Willow clenches her glass, a shiver of sorrow and disappointment running down her back. She could hardly remember that moment, but the vision of her son face was still clear as day. That haunting emptiness in his gaze was too much to bear. Her baby boy, her little flower Whitley was rotting, dying in front of her and there was nothing she could do to stop it. At the time she didn’t even know what or why he’d fallen apart that way but just seeing broke her heart in ways she didn’t know it could anymore. All she could do in moment was apologize, for everything and anything. She knew she was too weak to protect her children as she should have and her words were all she could offer, empty as they may be.

It was much later that she’d learned of their routine military visitor, the redhead girl she’d seen in the halls once some time ago, from Mary. She had given many details but from what she could gather the girl was pleasant and kind and her son had greatly enjoyed her company. But that had ended, no doubt Jaques had a hand in it, and that had shattered something in Whitley like nothing had before.

And why wouldn’t it?

Willow could tell from how he wept that being with the girl had made Whitley happy so much so much so that the absence of her stole all the light he had left. At least for a moment. And Willow knew that sorrow she felt creeping in from Jaques for so long until finally, the mask fell, and the love she knew was revealed as nothing but a farce. Yes, Willow knew that agony well, and seeing it in her son was like looking into a mirror. She couldn’t face that misery and broke down leaving Whitley to pick up the pieces even in his fragile state. That was the other edge of Willow's continued living for her children’s sake, her pain had become their burden.

Tears form on the edges of her eyes and not wanting to cry in her good dress, Willow downs her wine in one gulp and stands up.

Willow: I’m going to the ballroom; I want to dance under warm lights.

Mary: Yes, Mistress.

Mary agrees, filling Willow’s glass to the brim when she holds it out to her. After she takes a generous sipe they leave the garden and March towards the ballroom. The grand ballroom was always a gorgeous sight even when vacant of parties or revelry. Cleaned so often that the floors would always appear glimmering under light. Willow saunters around the room and onto the dance floor, finishing her 7th or maybe 8th glass of wine, she’d long since stopped keeping track, and hands the empty cup to Mary before issuing another decree.

Willow: I’d like some music, something cheerful and bouncy.

Mary: of course, ma’am.

Mary walks off to go explore the stereo system for appropriate music, but not before leaving a bottle of red wine and a glass behind to keep Willow busy. She gets a third of the way through the bottle when a soft orchestra melody comes pouring into the room. Willow sways to the beat, sipping away at her glass as the music plays. When her glass is once again empty Willow sets it down and begins to dance as Mary re-enters the room. The maid watches as her charge begins doing what she can only describe as a one-person waltz. Willow twirls and strides around the floor with grace and poise, the color of her gown making her movements appear whimsical. Like a butterfly fluttering against the wind, free of all humanity’s coils and unburdened by anything but its own machinations.

Ah, how glamorous. Once upon a time, Willow Schnee was always this brilliant. Basking in a seemingly endless dream.

Until she woke up.

The cackling came first, starting as soft as a whisper before getting louder and louder as Willow’s steps became erratic. Her elegant movements turn into a wobbly dance as she thrashes about, almost throwing her body around carelessly. Her mind is both muggy and racing as the alcohol and her resentment take effect.

Willow: What a waste of a life, I could have been working the happiest woman in the world. I had everything anyone could want or need and more. And yet…yet I’ve become this.

Her mind spirals as her self-deprecation bubbles up to the surface once more, this time in full bloom. She throws her head back as laughing becomes hysterical, mascara runs down her cheeks as the tears finally fall. Her becomes undone, hairpin clipping on for dear life as the mass around it unravels like its wearer’s mind.

Yet she continued to dance.

A meltdown in motion so caught up in herself that she doesn't see the passing staff members' looks of horror or notice when someone walks within her vicinity, keeping enough distance not to crash into her but close enough to be a flicker at the edge of her vision. That is until she trips over the glass she left on the floor, getting caught in the space between the shank and heel of her pumps. Crushing the glass as she stumbles, sending her towards the floor. The loss of balance and rush of air brings Willow back to reality and she braces herself for a hard fall, but she never hits the ground. Instead, she finds herself being held by thin but strong arms, face pressed against royal blue fabric. Looking up she sees Whitley, holding her tight in his arms and one leg kneeling directly on broken glass and the other keeping them steady.

Whitley: Are you alright, Mother?

He asks, voice soft and even as if he hadn’t just witnessed his mother drunkenly fall over. Willow nods yes.

Whitley: Good.

He chimes before pulling her back onto her feet, sweeping off any stray shards that might have hit her and checking to see if she’s cut. Luckily none had gotten on her and Willow was unharmed.

Whitley: Call someone to clean this up, we need to take her back to her room.

He orders Mary who stands directly behind him. She walks away to seek assistance with the mess and Whitley turns back to his mother.

Whitley: You should really be more careful. Leaving glass around like this is a recipe for disaster. Especially with how you dance.

He says with a chuckle, jokingly scolding Willow for her clumsy mistake. From there he guides her back to her room, Mary meeting them halfway. Mary cleans up her face while Whitley heads off to the kitchen to get her something to put on her stomach. He returns with a maid wheeling in a newly stocked food cart with a basket of bread, creamy soup, fried chicken coated in tomato sauce, and warm ginger ale.

Whitley: Make sure she eats as much as possible and gets some rest before she drinks again. Report back to me if her condition worsens.

The maids reply with a simple, “Yes, Young Master,” and Whitley leaves. They tend to a now calm Willow who doesn’t fight them on it.

If living for her child was a truly double-edged sword, this was the sharpest point. Her youngest, her only son Whitley had taken to caring for her in his father’s place so much so that he’d be the one train and warn much of the staff on her ailments and outbursts. Frankly, his continued care was the greatest factor in keeping Willow as well as she was.

But that only fueled her guilt.

Knowing her minor son had to cater to her needs and treat her with the patience and care his father refused to was and is profoundly demoralizing for her. Despite everything she was and could have been Willow has become a ward to the person she should have been able to protect. But she couldn’t…No, she didn’t. Willow had shut down in the wake of her life shattering and her children were left to pick up whatever pieces they could, even if they cut them deep.

And as she lay down for her daily nap, Willow couldn't help but crave another sip. To drown out her suffering and wash away the memories of what a pathetic excuse for a mother she’s been.

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

ok we know that rachel automatically bought designer underwear for erek. since she is the Wardrobe Mistress for both tobias and ax as humans, it follows that those two respectively have ample supplies of designer underwear.

I love that one of the first things Mr. DeGroot says on meeting Tobias is:

"You look healthy enough. Well dressed."

I almost laughed. Rachel had picked out my wardrobe. I looked like a poster boy for Tommy Hilfiger.

— #23: The Pretender

So yeah, Tobias is rocking only the hippest of 90s threads every time he goes out as a human.

I think I've mentioned before that I love Christopher Ralph's "I hide from my feelings inside a giant black leather coat, as any good turn-of-the-millennium sadboy should" look from the TV show:

And I therefore headcanon that canon Tobias also hides from his feelings in a black leather jacket, which is only that fancy-looking because Rachel picked it out, and only that emo because Tobias had some input and Tobias is Tobias.

[ajstudio]

How Mercy Met Alucard and Became Persephone

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Originally she was supposed to meet him after he regains his physical form, but it's gone in another direction since I like to recycle my past daydreams when writing my stories.

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Persephone Anastasia Phoenix was born Mercy Eleanor Zuckerman, who was stranded in the Victorian Era for four years after her time bracelet malfunctioned and blew a fuse.

While looking for her group who came from the time of July 30th, 2016 like her she encountered Dracula a few times.

He didn't get off on the right foot with her after mistaking her mistress for Mercy when he followed them home to drink her blood which resulted in Mercy setting him on fire and pushing him out the window he crawled out of upon finding him in her mistress's bedroom.

When Persephone worked as a maid for a certain noblewoman, she told the maids she worked with how, on Saturnalia, servants, and masters would swap places for a day. Their mistress overheard them and liked the idea enough to do it. Each servant played mistress while their boss learned how to do their job. On September 22nd, 1887, when it was Mercy's turn to be the lady of the house, she caught Dracula's attention when she was picking up parcels for her mistress, and he followed her home.

Despite that, they managed to form an amicable bond. But Mercy couldn't reciprocate any feelings of love due to not wanting to form a romantic bond that would prevent someone's existence in her time.

So before she returned to her era with her group, Mercy promised Vlad if his feelings for her remained unchanged and he hadn't fallen for someone else before they met up again on July 30th, 2016, they could see where their feelings took them.

But Alucard wasn't around by that date, and Mercy lost her memories of her time in the Victorian Era and Vlad after sustaining some severe injuries.

She wouldn't remember him until five years later after she received Lindsey Anderson's organs which made her a dhampiress. Upon remembering him, she went looking for him in London knowing he had to be with Hellsing.

She snuck into the estate as a butterfly and ladybug to seek out Vlad but he wasn't there.

After handling some hardships with Integra and Seras, Mercy joined Hellsing. She is reluctant to at first despite Integra's offering to help her study any other changes done to her body, but Seras, after having Mercy's blood and seeing her memories, persuades her to finally accept Integra's offer and takes her under her wing.

After seven years of waiting, missions, and studying her new body and powers, Alucard had finally returned home.

Mercy, now Persephone, had feared Vlad grew to resent her for making him wait on her.

Sure, while she would've been back to her time in a matter of seconds Alucard had to live through 119 years before he could see her again! And then Millennium threw a monkey wrench in their plans delaying their meet-up by fourteen years!

The time bracelet could only bring back the wearer and the time train Larry concocted was designed to only bring time bracelet wearers, or so that's what he said. So Vlad had to stay behind.

That's why she allowed him the option to fall for someone else instead of waiting for her. But due to his lack of freedom courting other people was hardly an option. So he was still single by the time he disappeared.

But that didn't guarantee his feelings would remain the same. She thought he'd grow cold toward her since she left him to return home.

[seventeen02]

favorite movies !

say you love me

a moment of romance

in blow

scarface

life is beautiful

death in venice

purple noon

mr and mrs smith

hackers

leon

girl interrupted

in the mood for love

days being wild

fallen angel

the beautiful person

the apartment

fuyajo

the black swan

the godfather 2

my own private idaho

two lovers under one roof

the scent of green papaya

vertical ray of the sun

stealing beauty

teorema

call me by your name

bonnie and clyde

fight club

kill bill

city of the rising sun

wheels of ashes

fruit of paradise

floating clouds

ghosts

inception

x movie

ley lines

the brown bunny

american psycho

platonic sex

last night in soho

emma

pride and prejudice

red lights

the dreamers

the wind rises

closer

six in paris

mermaids

garden state

on the occasion of remembering the turning gate

the doom generation

the girl on the motorcycle

open house

the place without limits

ratatouille

twin peaks

before sunrise

malèna

possession

all about lily chou chou

bride for rip van winkle

the lover

amelie

rebels of the neon god

as tears go by

a moment to remember

the hot spot

less than zero

edward scissorhands

eyes wide shut

un homme et une femme

the story of adele h

the last mistress

billboard dad

metropolitan

the pillow book

singles

la la land

mirrored mind

fatal frame

and then we danced

dear ex

tune in for love

one fine spring day

reality bites

running on empty

millennium mambo

lost and found

who's the woman, who's the man

mulholland drive

Jess + Moss

swallowtail butterfly

dorian gray

durian durian

hana & alice

40 days and 40 nights

l'amour braque

picnic

to each is own

guilty of romance

vagabond

city of madness

three times

mary is happy mary is happy

comet

sleepless town

like someone in love

hausu

house

46 okunen no koi

2046

l'enfer

cloud atlas

old boy

mystery train

the odd one dies

kedi

l'amour l'apres-midi

fire on the black hand side

le bonheur

fantastic planet

mirror

belladonna of sadness

daisies

lost highway

sweet movie

pearl

heathers

moulin rouge

suspiria

the rich man's wife

requiem for a dream

the others

return of the living dead

dracula

interview with the vampire

wir kinder vom bahnof zoo

le mepris

chi-n-pi-ra

chungking express

ashes and snow

shuttering island

the grand budapest hotel

the young girls of rochefort

the florida project

the edge of love

irreversible

crash

gone girl

bullet ballet

of love and shadows

minari

galaxy express 999

audition

lan yu

silsila

belle de jour

taal

dead or alive

videodrama

lost in translation

washington square

soulmate

summer lovers

barbarella

snake of june

a woman under the influence

mysterious skin

red eye

happy together

the walk

brick

l.a. confidental

love & pop

linda linda linda

swing girls

nana

the lover

hirugao

helter sketler

suzhou river

kaili blues

kamikaze girls

valerie and her week of wonders

comrades, almost a love story

naked lunch

endless love

whiplash

taxi driver

vivre sa vie

la collectionneuse

dog day afternoon

night in paradise

my mister

my name

better days

himizu

first love, letter on the breeze

split of the spirit

one million yen girl

juncchi mori

la belle

ITSAY

mermaid legend

blue spring

badlands

marie antoinette

aftersun

brokeback mountain

portrait of lady on fire

nostos: the return

shiki-jitsu

farewell my concubine

constantine

never let me go

bones and all

paris is burning

trouble everyday

memories of matsuko

pierrot le feu

taipei story

blue velvet

a woman is a woman

buffalo 66

the love witch

valley of dolls

the rocky horror picture show