#owl jewelry box

[treefish]

my life’s been turned upside down but i’m just rolling with it

[nocturnal-stims]

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[oneowlartist]

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[mediumgayitalian]

Will wears earrings that glint in the sunlight.

Nico is very aware of them.

He’s never seen anything like them before. Bianca wore earrings, little citrine gems that dotted both earlobes, and Hazel wears little hoops in each ear. Piper has dozens of beaded earrings she made herself. Annabeth wears little owl charms. Percy has a diamond stud, Connor’s ears are pierced all over, and Lou Ellen has gauges she’s slowly stretching out. Most people in camp have a piercing or two, really, some of them done by the Apollo or Aphrodite campers, and really sunny days they glint together like the massive disco ball that spun over the slot machines of the Lotus.

But Will’s earrings are different.

There’s no…pokey part, is the best way Nico can describe it. Each piece is a delicate gold chain, maybe two inches long each, with a thin blue sapphire hanging off one end. He threads them through the tiny holes in his lobes, and they dangle, glittering every time he moves. The sapphires refract the light when he tucks back his hair, shining an array of tiny rainbows on his neck, on his jaw.

He is distracted by them, often.

“You’re staring.”

Nico blinks, twitching back to his body. The blue sapphires he’d been staring at are replaced with blue eyes, twinkling with amusement, and he flushes.

“I was — spaced out.”

“Mhm.” Will turns back to his arts & crafts project, dragging a brushful of lavender paint over stained wood. A jewelry box, by the looks of it. “If by spaced out, you mean staring at me.”

Nico returns resolutely to his own project. His is much less delicate than Will’s — the sheath he has strapped to his calf at all times broke, last week, and he’s felt naked without his dagger — and there’s a warp in the leather, where his attention slipped. He focuses on smoothing it.

“Not on purpose.”

“No?” Coming from anyone else, the teasing tone of voice would have him raising his shoulders, twisting his face. But from Will it’s — tolerable, somehow. Perhaps it’s the hand that rests gently on his wrist. “You space out at me a lot, then. Crazy coincidence.”

Nico stars at the freckly, tanned hand, waiting for it to move. It doesn’t. Will keeps it there, callused fingers brushing gentle circles on the base of his thumb, dipping and swooping along with his quiet humming.

Nico swallows. “You’re — distracting.”

Will’s smile spreads slowly across his face; stilted, almost, like he’d tried to bite it back.

“How?”

“You’re —” Nico gestures, vaguely, at all of him. Will’s smile grows, and his cheeks slowly grow pink, blonde ringlets falling out of place and curtaining his face.

“I’m?” he presses.

His voice is soft, near silent; searching, prodding. Hoping. Nico’s breath hitches, and his palms sweat, and Will’s gentle tracing pauses, briefly. He bites his lip, worrying the chapped skin, breathing quick; in, out, in, out. In a slow, calculated movement, watching Nico carefully, carefully, out of the corner of his eyes, he slides their palms together, fingers resting loosely in the spaces of Nico’s open, twitching hand.

“…Is this okay?”

Nico feels lightheaded. He’s sure his palms are clammy, although he can’t tell against Will’s. He gnaws at his lip again. Nico’s exhales are quick, short.

He curls his fingers until they rest on Will’s cracked knuckles.

“You’re striking,” he says quietly.

Ducking his head, Will turns back to his painting. He dips his brush in a deep, blooming green, now, tracing it along the edge of the lavender.

He’s smiling.

[khaire-traveler]

🛡️ Subtle Athena Worship 🗡️

Engage in arts and crafts, especially crocheting, weaving, and pottery

Read books you enjoy; try reading The Odyssey

Keep a picture of her in your wallet

Have a candle that reminds you of her (no altar needed)

Wear jewelry that reminds you of her

Have imagery of spears and shields around

Have a snake or owl stuffed animal

Invest in your schooling; studying, doing homework, working hard

Participate in voting, if you can

Try to think outside the box for solutions to problems

Take care of yourself physically, especially with movement or exercise

Dancing to music, especially music that empowers you

Write stories of your own

Learning self-defense, weapons included or not

Bird-watching and star-gazing

Support humanitarian efforts abroad or locally

Drink calming or meditative tea

Meditate out in the sun or under the full moon

Go outside of your comfort zone; try new things that will ultimately be good for you

Play D&D (yes, really)

Take good care of your body; drink lots of water, eat three meals a day, try to eat well, etc.

Practice restraint and patience, especially with people who annoy the shit out of you

Practice standing up for yourself

Assert your boundaries clearly; learn what your boundaries are

Play with your dog or cat, if you have one, especially activities that get you moving, too

Wear clothes that make you feel confident and comfortable

Prioritize your well-being

Cook with olive oil, if able

Make a list of your personal goals; achieve them one step at a time

Celebrate your accomplishments; acknowledge your strengths

Sharpen your mind; play memory or mentally stimulating games

Take regular breaks from screens; be sure to go outside throughout the day for some fresh air

Spend time with loved ones

Drink soothing beverages; herbal teas, hot chocolate, whatever else there is, etc.

Make a list of your passions and actively pursue them

Learn more about yourself; try new hobbies, express yourself in new ways, pay attention to what brings you joy, etc.

Write down quotes you hear and enjoy

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May add more later on! For now, this is my list of discreet ways to worship Athena. Hope this is helpful, and take care, y'all! 🩵

Link to Subtle Worship Master list

[dingustripas]

I just finished watching Glass Onion for the third time so now you get to hear my rant about it but the details are out of order in the timeline because I’m lazy

(SPOILERS AHEAD)

When Miles lifts the gun off of Duke, we can actually see it pre-Blanc explaining it. The scene where the two hug you can see Miles take the gun and slip it into the back of his jeans.

Following the gun thing, we, the viewers actually SEE the gun itself (pre-Blanc’s explanation) when Miles goes back to the mini bar to put it in the ice bucket. Although it’s kind of hard to see it’s very clearly a gun but our eyes manipulate our minds into thinking it’s a drink because it is indeed a minibar.

They show how Miles places the drink in Dukes hand pre Blanc’s explanation but quickly distract us with the groups dynamic and Birdie.

Phillip is skeptical of Helen when she asks for Blanc, we can assume that he and Blanc have had negative run ins with people from jobs. Also Phillip might be judging Helen’s character, who she is, because he doesn’t want to put Blanc into a situation where he’s in true danger. He’s a detective not Batman.

Birdies mask at the beginning of the movie at the boat is just fucking chains across her face in diamond pattern.

Blanc doesn’t have a gag reflex when the dude in the white suit puts Miles “covid vax” down his throat. (Bc he’s 🏳️‍🌈)

Andi, when she first comes up with the idea for Alpha and starts working with Miles, is wearing dark colors. The dark blue pinstripe suit, her completely black ensamble when we see her at the Glass Onion (the bar). But when she’s challenging Miles she’s wearing both Black and white. At the trial she’s wearing a light almost off white suit. Why is this important? Because what color is Helen wearing when she shuts miles down? White. The color white is, in itself, a color that symbolizes Miles downfall.

Connecting back to the white idea, Whiskey is wearing all white (her bathing suit) when she reveals crucial information about Miles giving her the Taurus necklace for her birthday. (Which leads to his downfall when Blanc puts 2+2 together that he killed Andi)

“Im really bad at dumb things” -Blanc. The reason he didn’t catch on to what was going on with Miles earlier was because Miles is stupid. Miles is so dumb that he fucking befuddled Blanc because Miles is so stupid.

Blanc isn’t uncomfortable about his arousal around Birdie when she put her legs up on him while Miles talks about being ‘Disrupters’. He’s uncomfortable because he’s GAY and has a BOYFRIEND/HUSBAND.

There’s a bunch of owls and small trinkets of birds in Birdies room.

The movie, at the very beginning, with Miles mystery invitation box thing hints at where the envelope is hidden. The fibonacci sequence on the box has the center blocked out in black, where we will later see in the film is red which is where Miles is hiding the envelope. For fucks sake the movie even goes out of its way, with Dukes mother, to point out the sequence. (“The first one’s a fibonacci sequence” -Dukes mom).

During the dinner Whiskey is wearing the same golden chain body jewelry that Birdie was wearing earlier at the pool. So this could mean two things: 1. They have the same chain and 2. Whiskey borrowed the chain from Birdie.

Now connecting to my first point about the chain jewelry above. The reason why Miles likes Whiskey, despite her sleeping with him for the sake of Dukes channel, is because Whiskey reminds him of younger Birdie. Birdie even talks to Peg about how dazzled and amazed Miles was when he first met her and how she wishes it was like that again. Then when they’re smashing the glass sculptures, the first thing Whiskey smashes is a sculpture of a bird. Hence smashing Miles perception of her as another person he can use like he used Birdie.

“You have him turn around so he can have deniability” -Aaron Burr in Hamilton (Basically what Blanc was thinking when he walked out of the room)

When Blanc is trying to light his cigar in the “Smokeless garden” the reason the alarms go off is because because just the smoke and small flames from Blanc’s cigar could cause “another Hindenburg”.

The ending scene with Helen and Blanc after Blanc asks her if she’s ready to go home, Helen’s sitting stance mimics the Mona Lisa. Miles said “It all started with her” in reference to his success being inspired by the Mona Lisa. But it all ended with Helen and her stance at the end mimicking the Mona Lisa is meant to represent that. The beginning and end of Miles Bron.

Blanc refers to alchol as offering Helen “some courage”. Ofc as we all know alcohol is commonly referred to as “Liquid Courage”.

We should’ve known Miles was the killer for this simple reason: The glass he handed to Duke. Duke dying holding Miles’s glass is literally like a signed note. Duke died with Miles name literally written on the crime scene.

[snailspng]

Random PNGs, part 147.

(1. Metal & coral cutlery from 1580, 2. Sculpture by Max Shuster, 3. Jewelry box from c. 1810-1820, 4. Owl-shaped blister pearl with ruby eyes, 5. Deep Sea Spiny Crab (Paralomis hystrix), 6. Gold fish from c. 1875, 7. Seashell teacup from 1800s, 8. Coral necklace, 9. Metal & coral spoon from 1600-1650)

[storiesofsvu]

Not What It Looks Like

Rafael Barba x reader x Rita Calhoun Established!Poly!Barhoun Warnings: language, alcohol, smut, threesome, praise kink. Covers a square for @prentiss-theorem bingo! Don't wanna miss any new stuff? Sign up for a taglist here! Like what you're reading? Tip your author here!

Rita knew she was home late, having worked through dinner and then gone for plea agreement drinks with an ADA from White Collar, but she didn’t expect to come home to such a quiet dark apartment. You were a natural night owl, often up into the late hours of the night, the television on a low rumble while you tidied up around the house, caught up on work or binged through something in Rita’s book collection. Even if you were out, she was used to Rafael motoring his way through piles of paperwork at the kitchen island, indulging in a very late dinner or Spanish ramblings coming from the other room as he had his weekly phone call with Lucia. Most days she came home late the two of you were some degree of tangled together on the couch, a glass of scotch in Rafael’s hand while the other scribbled through questioning, simply enjoying each other’s company in mainly silence.

Letting out a soft sigh she slipped out of her blazer, leaving it draped over the back of the couch while her bag was lightly dropped onto the cushions, when she spotted a bottle of wine on the coffee table and that spurred on her taste buds. Wandering back to the kitchen she pulled out a bottle of red, pouring herself a glass, a happy hum escaping her lips as she took the first sip, shoulders relaxing as the stress of the day finally began to wash away. She pulled the clip out of her hair, shaking it loose, fingers combing through the loose curls as she meandered down the hallway. She noticed the door to the home office cracked, a sliver of light coming from within it and her lips curved up into a smile, figuring Rafael was working away inside. Once in the bedroom she took out her earrings, slipping off the rest of her jewelry and placing it into the appropriate spots in the jewelry box. She scooped up the glass of wine, heading back toward the office with the thought of enticing Rafael away from work in favour of a drink and some positive socialization.

When she approached the door she heard a small giggle come from within, your voice murmuring softly along with Rafael’s and her lips curved up into a smirk. She was no longer wondering where you’d ran off to, you no doubt were already trying to drag Rafael out of the office and back to the couch where the half bottle of wine still sat. She pushed the door open and her brow raised at the sight in front of her, Rafael was, of course, sitting behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, shirt unbuttoned, tie and suspenders already gone. It was more you she was amused by, perched in his lap, facing her, your cheeks flushed, lips kiss swollen. Your eyes widened as you noticed her in the doorway and Rafael swore quietly, attempting to catch his breath before you managed to find your voice.

“You wouldn’t by chance believe me if I told you this wasn’t what it looks like?”

Rita chuckled, her eyes darkening as she stepped into the room, “oh really?” She cocked a brow in your direction, “you’re telling me you didn’t come in here all dolled up in a pretty little sundress to taunt Rafael? Get him all hot and bothered, distracted from his work?” She bent down, scooping up your discarded panties from the floor, letting them dangle from her finger as she approached the desk, “I’m so sure you’re intentions were innocent and you had no plans of his cock being buried in that pretty little pussy of yours, did you?”

Now standing in front of the two of you Rita’s free hand pinched at the hem of your dress, pulling it up to expose your bare cunt where Rafael’s skin met yours, your juices coating him and your thighs. Rita let your skirt drop, her eyes moving from where you were joined up to your face, a smirk on her lips.

“Always look so beautiful nice and full.” She leant back against the desk, crossing her arms over her chest, looking to Rafael, her head tilting, “well… don’t stop on my accord. Get the poor girl off.”

Rafael’s hands tightened around your waist, leaning back in his chair as his hips rocked up and you began to gently bounce on his cock again.

“Fuck…” You muttered; your eyes fluttering shut for a moment before you felt Rita’s hand cupping at your cheek gently. Her thumb rubbed at your chin affectionately before it traced your lips and you looked up at her, your lips wrapping around her thumb, sucking it into your mouth.

“Good girl.” She praised, pushing the digit deeper into your mouth, “always so skilled with your mouth aren’t you?”

“You know she is.” Rafael grunted, thrusting deeper into you and you let out a low moan.

“Well we should put it to good use then, shouldn’t we?” Rita’s hand disappeared from your mouth, slipping under her skirt to rid herself of her own panties letting them drop to the floor before she bunched up her skirt, settling on top of the desk, her pussy bare and on display as she spread her legs. You let out a louder moan and she chuckled darkly, “is he throbbing inside of you?” Her eyes darted to Raf, “like what you see?”

“Yes...” He groaned back.

“Figured I may as well have some fun too,” her hand stroked at your head, “lean forward darling.”

Rafael shifted, standing from the chair as his hold on your hips tightened, keeping you upright and in the right position as Rita relaxed on the desk and he flattened your back out, watching your hands brace against her thighs. He felt his cock twitch at the eagerness you presented, hands already tracing patterns across her skin, your pussy fluttering around him as he kept a steady deep pace of his thrusts. Rita quickly placed her hands on the desk behind her, supporting her weight as she leant back, feeling your lips press a quick kiss to her inner thigh before you bit into the supple skin and she let out a small hiss.

Your hands curled around her thighs, fingertips soothing back and forth as your surged forward, your tongue wide and flat as you licked her folds from bottom to top, flicking at her clit and she let out a satisfied moan. Behind you Rafael gave a particularly powerful thrust and you whined out, your nose bumping her clit with the forward push. He let out a small chuckle, watching your face bury between her legs as you started to eat her out with expertise, tongue plunging into her, eager to get her juices spread across her cunt and smeared over your lips.

“Fuck darling…” A hand came to tangle into your hair, “that’s it, you know just how I like it.”

“Mmmhmm.” You mumbled into her, sucking her lower lips into your mouth as your tongue probed into her, little whines and moans sending vibrations into her pussy, making her body shiver as Rafael continued to thrust into you. He began alternating pumps, throwing in the occasional swirl of his hips, his cock brushing right against the sensitive spot within you, your fingers clenching harder at Rita’s thighs.

You could feel Rita getting wetter with each ministration of your tongue, her moans getting more and more breathy as you continued. You couldn’t see her, but Rafael could, her head thrown back, her hips rocking toward the edge of the desk in time with your motions, matching the pace he was fucking you. Her sleeveless blouse was riding down as her back arched, the curve of her chest peeking out more each time she took a breath, her chest heaving, a shimmer of sweat breaking out across it.

“God you’re so fucking beautiful like this.” He muttered, a hand spanking gently at your ass before he squeezed the flesh, “both of you. Fuck.” His hips faltered as you clenched around him and he let out a moan, “always take me so well querida, tight little pussy loves this cock, doesn’t it?” His next thrust was more aggressive as he began to pick up the pace a little bit, rocking your body out of line and you surged upwards to not crash directly into Rita.

“Yes! Fuck. God I love it.”

Above you, Rita chuckled, her hand pinching at your chin, “oh darling, you’re always so good for us. You know, we should really stuff you full one night soon. How would you like both of our cocks at the same time? I think you’d rather enjoy that.”

“I would. Please ma’am.” You nodded quickly before ducking between her legs again, eager to show her just how much you would love to be used like a toy between them, even more so than right now.

“That’s my good little princess.” She cooed, letting out a gasp when your lips wrapped around her pulsing clit, sucking the nub into your mouth, “fuck! Oh god… I’m close.. more, darling.”

Hearing her words Rafael picked up his pace once again, hips slapping against your own with each thrust he gave you. You moved one hand from her thigh to her pussy, swiping two fingers through her folds, coating them in her wetness before you plunged them into her cunt.

“Shit!” She swore, her head dropping back once again as your fingers pumped inside her in the same tempo that Rafael’s cock plunged into you. Your fingers twisted, curling as your mouth continued its motions on her clit, tongue flicking across it as you sucked her.

You could feel the coil building deep within you, the fire coursing through your veins at the pleasure both of them were bringing you. You would never say no to being used like this, you would happily eat Rita out for hours on end, you had before and you’d do it again. Usually Rafael would watch from the chair across from the bed, lazily thrusting into his hand until he came across your tits or into your mouth, but having his cock buried in your tight cunt was a whole new level of sensation. You could feel sweat coating your skin and you half wished you’d decided to forgo the dress, being completely bare while the two of them were still dressed would be a different type of pleasure all together. If you’d had any sense in your brain you would’ve tucked the idea away for later but between Rita’s juices and the power of his thrusts you were nearly senseless already.

Rita’s hand tightened in your hair, shoving your face harder into her cunt as your fingers began to curl with each thrust, pushing into her g-spot with each pass. You could feel her squeezing around you, juices practically dripping down your wrist already as her hips continued to rock up towards the touch. Her eyes were tightly squeezed shut, string of swears and throaty moans escaping her lips as her chest heaved, pleasure coursing through her body higher and higher with each thrust of your hand.

“Fuck…” She groaned out and Raf spanked you again.

“So good querida, make her come.”

You crooked your fingers again, this time lingering on the sensitive spot right as you gave a powerful suck to her clit and Rita cried out, her thighs threatening to close around you as her orgasm washed over her, body trembling as she almost lost strength to keep herself upright on the desk. She shuddered as your fingers slipped out of her, your tongue kitten licking at her pussy to clean up the mess you’d made smeared across it and her thighs. You half straightened up, letting out a moan as Rafael plunged into you faster now, one hand still braced on Rita as you caught her eye, sucking your fingers into your mouth and cleaning them of her wetness.

“So good darling.” She panted, her hand caressing at the side of your cheek before her gaze turned to Rafael, “pull her up all the way, she’s almost there.” His hand grabbed at your shoulder, pulling you flush to him and you let out a moan, his cock hitting deeper within you, brushing past your g-spot at a whole new angle.

“Oh god!” You yelped, “Raf.. more… please.”

His free hand wrapped around you, shoving up the skirt of your dress to pinch at your clit, rubbing furiously at it as you clenched down around him your juices dripping down your thighs. You were so close, the fire about to burst from right under your skin when Rita slipped off the desk, quickly fixing her skirt before she tugged down the top of your dress, your tits popping out over the hem. Her hands slid up your body before cupping your chest, rolling your nipples between her thumbs and fingers, a smirk on her lips as you suddenly couldn’t keep your eyes open. The triple sensation was rocking through your body, your eyes clenched shut as you yelped, your pussy pulsing harder and harder, Rafael’s cock throbbed inside you and you were seeing stars. You did your best not to collapse against either of them, trying to stay upright as he fucked harder and faster into you, chasing his own release.

“Shit!” He grunted, “oh god… so fucking wet.” He groaned, his own eyes fluttering shut, “gonna come…”

“Come inside her.” Rita offered with a shrug, “I think you deserve it once in a while.” Her hand pinched at your chin, “think she’d like that. Wouldn’t you?”

You nodded at her, eyes barely breaking open as you panted, letting out a little whine and a moment later you gasped loudly at the feeling of Rafael’s cum painting your walls. He grunted, fucking into you a few more times until he finally stilled, shuddering at the way your cunt was continuing to flutter around him.

“Fuck…” he muttered, hands softly rubbing at your body, his lips coming to meet the soft skin of your neck, “you alright?”

“Mmhm.” You replied breathlessly, turning your head to kiss him softly and his hand smoothed back a piece of your mussed up hair, “more than alright.”

“Seems like I should come home late more often.” Rita teased, pulling a chuckle from both of you, “now how about we get you cleaned up before bed?” Her hand softly pinched at your chin again and you nodded, whimpering as Rafael’s cock slipped from you and you could feel his cum leaking down your legs.

He laughed softly, watching his release for a moment before he swiped some of it up with his fingers, “someone definitely needs a bath.” He smirked before your lips wrapped around his fingers, sucking them clean with a quiet moan.

“Well, there’s a reason we have a three seater jacuzzi tub.” Rita replied with a shrug, a steady arm wrapping around your waist as she pressed a kiss to your temple, a hand squeezing at Rafael before she finally greeted him with a kiss.

Scooping up the abandoned pairs of panties and various drink glasses she guided you from the room, making sure you were on steady legs before she began to run the water into the tub, adding in whatever oils she deemed appropriate. It was in pure satisfied bliss that the three of you finally slipped under the water, letting the last of the day melt away as you truly enjoyed each other’s company as the evening came to a close.

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[peterlorrefanpage]

this is a silly question but I'm genuinely curious: which lorre characters would make the best babysitters?

LOVE this question.

Short answer: Just about all of them, depending on your views. Here are just a few - join in, folks!

Polo

You'll never have a better organized home once Polo becomes part of it! Particularly skilled at teaching youngsters how to organize jewelry boxes, heirlooms, and other portable items of worth. You've never been so clutter-free! And all with an uncrackable good humor and a smile so sweet, you'll want to keep him forever. Note: Polo is up for adoption; inquire at the agency.

Dr. Herman Einstein

Best at influencing future professions in the realm of reconstructive surgery or as distillery owners, Herman also teaches choice Germanic phrases and the art of leaving a room gracefully if quickly. Plus, you get a two-for-one deal: Herman is accompanied by his jovial pal, Uncle Jonathan, who has a full bag of tricks to amuse and divert your children. You'll never look at your sewing kit the same way again!

Dr. Gogol

A distant relation to Dr. Einstein, call on "Helping Hands" Gogol for the next level of medical profession influence in the surgical realm. His eccentric manner will delight and amaze your children as they learn the latest techniques. Includes field trips for research purposes. Preference given to neighborhoods near gallows. Note: Households must clear a space for Gogol's equipment, which includes a wax effigy - on which to demonstrate surgical techniques, of course.

Colonel Gimpy/The Baron

Are your children interested in the theatrical arts? Call on Colonel Gimpy - he'll get the whole neighborhood of kids learning all sorts of techniques, from the innocent art of misdirection to making amusing owl faces and blowing horns. And for children who prefer the art of gathering and imparting information, Gimpy provides his completely innocuous persona of The Baron. Set your child up with a lifetime of transferable skills!

[togepies]

OC Deep Dive

tagged by @arcandoria, thank youuu! tagging with zero pressure: @irrewilderer, @seraphfighter, @setaflow, @glitchinginthegarden, and @miss--river!!

I NEVER talk about Nova enough so I'm taking this opportunity to do so ♡

-> Phobias and other fears: Nova's biggest fear is failure. Followed by snakes.

(putting the rest under a read more!)

-> Pet peeves: when people talk during movies, people who are always late (wear a watch or something), and unsolicited advice.

-> 3 things you can always find in their bedroom: abandoned cups of tea, books, model space ships

-> First thing they notice in a person: How they carry themselves. Nova tends to make judgements based off of it, whether those judgements are right or wrong is up for debate.

-> On a scale of 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance? Probably around an 8! Girl's been through some shit.

-> Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? Fight, always. Whether it's physical fighting to defend herself or a verbal argument...she will fight you.

-> Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? No and no. She's an only child with a poor relationship to her blood relatives so she's never been one for family.

-> What animal represents them best? Maybe a tiger! Since they symbolize courage and strength...and they're pretty badass.

-> What is a smell they dislike? Popcorn is number one, she just thinks it's gross

-> Have they broken any bones? Multiple, yes. Her line of work isn't exactly OSHA approved

-> How would a stranger likely describe them? Strangers often describe her as cold, ruthless, and intimidating. The scowl on her face does her no favors (resting bitch face queen)

-> Are they a night owl or morning bird? Night owl but forced to be a morning bird...she has no sleep schedule.

-> What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? She hates anything banana flavored (valid), but loves anything cherry flavored (girl why)

-> Do they have any hobbies? She looooves reading! She always has at least 2 books going at a time. She's unstoppable. She also journals, and tries fish keeping but well. She's not very good at it. And then of course, building model space ships. *sigh* she would have loved legos.

-> Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? Do not do this lmao. Nova is a planner, she doesn't like unexpected anything let alone a party. tbh her instincts would kick in and she would probably punch the first person she sees

-> Do they like to wear jewelry? No. She's gotten used to not wearing any that she never really thinks about it, and she just...forgets jewelry even exists. She does have EDI's ring though- she just keeps it in the box tucked away for safe keeping.

-> Do they have messy handwriting? Absolutely. She never learned to write (everything was digital), so if she writes anything at all, it's bound to be a disaster.

-> What are the two emotions they feel the most? Anxiety and frustration

-> Do they have a fabric? I don't know enough about fabrics to answer this 😅 I guess...wool maybe? It's kind of scratchy...like her personality

-> What kind of accent do they have? Standard American. Her voice claim is canon fem!Shep so!

[scriptorsapiens]

Classicstober Day 11: Pandora (𐀞𐀙𐀈𐀨)

Hesiod describes Pandora as the first woman, and each god gave her a gift, hence the name 'Pandora' which can be translated as 'all gifted.' Contrary to the modern popular image, Pandora was not a hapless dupe overcome by curiosity. She was made by Zeus as the original femme-fatale to inflict suffering on mankind (and also because Hesiod and ancient Greece in general were sexist as hell).

Pandora might be one of my more fanciful reconstructions; my version of her lived 400,000 years ago, long before any material culture might have been preserved, so I have nothing to go on but vibes. A friend and I decided several months ago that Pandora opening her 'box' was the cause of the "Human Bottleneck" Theory that is often linked to the eruption of Mt Toba. The Anthropology around this theory is speculative at best, but for the purposes of story I have decided to use that here too.

Since each of the gods contributed to her creation, I decided to represent them on her in various ways.

According to Hesiod, Hephaestus was the one who made the beautiful body for Pandora, which is why you can see a decorative version of his symbol painted onto her shoulder.

Aphrodite gave her … a thing that can't be said without offending the algorithm, so her symbol can be seen on Pandora's head and hands.

Hermes gave her a cunning mind, represented by the wings on her forehead, and persuasive speech, represented by his sing on her lips.

Athena clothed her in silvery robes, an embroidered veil, and an intricate crown, but since all of these things would not have been invented in the time of MY Pandora she wears a white fur, decorated with an ivory owl pin, and a crown of white cowrie shells instead.

The Graces gave her jewelry and garlands of flowers, the latter of which is the only Classical Greek element I gave to Pandora, based on depictions of garlands from classical bas relief sculpture.

Last but not least, the final gift to Pandora was from Zeus: a 'storage device' containing suffering and ailments. I have no idea when it was translated into a 'box,' but while I understand why it still does not represent the ancient myth. The classical authors described her storage vessel as a pithos, a jar used for storage. Since my version predates both concepts, I gave her an ostrich egg instead. Various anthropologists speculate that ostrich eggs might have been the first vessel humans used to carry water, and in addition to having the right shape to match a pithos an egg opens up a further metaphor: once cracked an egg can never be sealed again.

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Cass Cain Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Before Gotham by Hinn_Raven - Rated G

Before Cassandra Cain became Batgirl, before Jason Todd became the Red Hood, before Bruce Wayne, before No Man's Land, before everything, Jason and Cassandra have a chance meeting.

backwards and in high heels by destiny919 - Rated G

Cass sits placidly tied to an uncomfortable chair, letting fear show on her face while feeling mildly irritated. Her captors keep shouting at her and don't understand sign language. She has already decided Batgirl will be teaching all of them the sign for 'S'. Repeatedly. But it's not Batgirl who got kidnapped, it's Cassandra Wayne.

This Might As Well Happen by goatsghost - Rated T

At a gala, Cass notices someone slipping something in her drink, but she’s not able to decline without bringing unwanted attention to herself. Here we go, she thinks, and tips the drink back, downing it in one go.

Zugzwang by Hinn_Raven - Rated T

Stephanie Brown is dead at the hands of the Black Mask after War Games. Cassandra Cain knows this. So when the Court of Owls sends an assassin to kill Bruce Wayne, a Talon with long, blonde hair, Cass knows she’s just seeing ghosts… right?

Maybe with a Shift in Planets by SilverSkiesAtMidnight - Rated G

The shadow is a silhouette on the edge of the roof. She can’t see his eyes behind the blank white lenses of his cowl, but she can feel the cunning weight of his gaze as it rakes over her, a pair of predators recognizing one another. She keeps her posture relaxed. She looks back at him with steady eyes. She is not prey. She will not allow the kind boy behind her to be prey either.

diamonds are a girl's best friend by destiny919 - Rated G

Cass finds the jewelry boxes up in the west attic, one dusty afternoon not long after Bruce adopts her.

Rings by justaddwriter - Rated G

When Cass acts a little strange over a new piece of jewelry, Bruce starts to get suspicious. And worried. And confused. Turns out he really had nothing to worry about.

do I dare disturb the universe? by Hinn_Raven - Rated T

Cassandra Cain was falling, and there were stars. When she landed, she found herself stranded in a universe where there never was a Batman. Good thing that she’s a detective.

the journey & the destination (are the same) by britishparty - Rated G

The first time Cassandra speaks to Batman, it's in the language David Cain taught her. The way bodies speak is simple. Cassandra watches Bruce Wayne go, and thinks that people are not. She goes back to Barbara. "I want," she says, and stops. She doesn't know the words for what she wants. There's a story Cassandra heard once, about a boy made out of wood. He wanted something like this, too. - there are a lot of steps in between being a weapon and being a person. Cassandra Cain becomes Batgirl. Batgirl becomes Cass Wayne. Cass isn't sure what it means, to be a person, and Batman isn't very good at teaching that. luckily Bruce has a protege or five to help her figure it out.

Take a Break by Sohotthateveryonedied - Rated G

Cassandra Cain is used to working in less-than-perfect physical shape. In her unconventional childhood, she suffered her fair share of broken bones and open wounds, and she weathered them without complaint or weakness. It’s one of the many prices of being a fighter, and so Cass embraced it. She pushed herself through everything that tried to hinder her. It eventually became part of her training—learning how to fight through whatever weaknesses tried to hold her back, despite the pain, despite the slip-ups. If Cassandra’s arm was broken, David Cain simply made her fight with the other one. If she broke a rib, he made sure she took twice as many hits until the pain became an afterthought. The same went for when she was sick.

Meet Me Where You're Going by Hinn_Raven - Rated T

When things get complicated in Hong Kong, Cass requests help from Batman Inc. Unbeknownst to her, Bruce dispatches not one of her brothers, but Stephanie Brown, who Cass has not spoken to since she gave up the Batgirl mantle. Steph is eager to reunite with her best friend, but things between them are complicated. Not the least of the problems is the fact that Steph might be falling in love… but of course, Cass is straight, so Steph really shouldn’t dwell on that. Friendship and romance, conspiracy and adventure await the two of them as they try to unravel a complicated plot that seeks to stop Batman Incorporated before it can truly begin.

something other than violence by TheyReapWhatWeSow - Rated G

"In the relative quiet of the kitchen, Alfred noticed immediately when the kitchen door creaked open, and a swish of fabric slipped inside. With his usual steadiness, Alfred didn’t hesitate for a second, trying not to let on to the little intruder that he’d noticed their entry. A few silent moments passed without a peep from the visitor, and Alfred wondered how long they would hold out, hidden under the far ledge of the counter he was working on. " OR A young Cassandra Cain finds herself in the domain of a master, and Alfred finally gets to meet his newest grandchild.

carbon first, then light by cassiopeia721 - Rated G

Seeing Catwoman in action makes Cassandra realize that her life has room for beauty in it, now.

“Oh this? Just a little something that caught my eye.” Catwoman draws her bag back around to her front. Her long, pointy nails run along the black leather—smug, smug, smug—and then she unzips the bag and— —a glittering diamond the size of Cass’s fist, sparkling like the stars in the low light of the roof they’re standing on. Catwoman chuckles. The lines of her body have softened a little. “Gorgeous, isn’t it?” she asks lowly, and Cass abruptly realizes she’s leaned in close to get a better look.

Heaven Knows by orphan_account - Rated M

• 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐔: You feel your soulmate's pain. Most people think that soulmates are romantic, and that whoever is your soulmate is supposed to be the one you were meant to be with. But that isn't always the case. Because, for Cass and Tim, nothing was romantic. They were siblings, best friends, through and through. But they were not lovers. They were platonic soulmates. And neither of them would have it any other way.

Are You Winning? by blaircow - Rated T

Cass didn’t often feel the need to exude confidence. She felt confident most of the time but she also knew fear kept her loose and on her toes for the unexpected. In the face of two anxious younger brothers, she needed to embody every ounce the older, reliable sibling.

[gamerknight7310]

The Community Box

Greetings y'all, this page will contain all the kwamis that reside in this box, which is 10. All of these are mutuals and friends of mine, so go check them out as they're all cool people, but with that sorted here they are.

|Octopus Miraculous|

Concept: Imitation

Jewelry: Tentacle Ring

Kwami: Inkii

Weapon: Whip Sword

Power: Mimicry - When activated, the user can copy the power of anyone they come into contact with.

Transformation Phrases: "Replicate!" "Originate."

Hero Alias (Holder): Octopunch (@adventuremaker21)

|Squirrel Miraculous|

Concept: Gravitation

Jewelry: Barrette

Kwami: Pippin

Weapon: Nut-Chucks

Power: Orbit - When activated, the user can move, manipulate, or otherwise interact with matter by controlling its gravity via touch including themselves.

Transformation Phrases: "Go Nuts!" "Nestle."

Hero Alias: Fouquet (@fabseg-reader)

|Panda Miraculous|

Concept: Balance

Jewelry: Split Pendant

Kwami: Akiika

Weapon: Quarterstaff

Power: Divide - When activated, the user can split a target into two halves, each representing their core aspects, their Yin and Yang.

Transformation Phrases: "Rift Apart!" "Conjoin."

Hero Alias: Panduo (@theytistic)

|Spider Miraculous|

Concept: Manipulation

Jewelry: Thimble

Kwami: Webb

Weapon: Knitting Needles

Power: Weave - When activated, the user can create a web and attach it to an object, which then gives them control of the object's movement.

Transformation Phrases: "Entangle!" "Release."

Hero Alias: Nettie (@kari-go)

|Painted Bunting Miraculous|

Concept: Art

Jewelry: Anklet

Kwami: Irris

Weapon: Paint Brush

Power: Sketch - When activated, the user can create and manipulate paint, using it to form portals or small pocket dimensions.

Transformation Phrases: "Paint Splatter!" "Clean Up."

Hero Alias: Graffiti (@naturegreenr-2)

|Owl Miraculous|

Concept: Precognition

Jewelry: Brooch

Kwami: Strixx

Weapon: Staff

Power: Foresight - When activated, the wielder can enter a state where time slows down for them, allowing them to see multiple potential outcomes and choose the best course of action.

Transformation Phrases: "Spread My Wings!" "Wings Fold."

Hero Alias: Howlet (@bakawitch)

|Silverfish Miraculous|

Concept: Intangibility

Jewelry: Bracelet

Kwami: Pappel

Weapon: Dagger

Power: Noclip - When activated, the user can move through solid objects and ignore most physical effects in their way.

Transformation Phrases: "Phase In!" "Phase Out."

Hero Alias: Lepisma (@generalluxun)

|Corvid Miraculous|

Concept: Transmutation

Jewelry: Earring

Kwami: Maggie

Weapon: Kunai

Power: Revision - When activated, the user has five opportunities to change an object they touch into another object. However, the object is changed by replacing, removing, or adding a single letter to its name.

Transformation Phrases: "Let's Alter!" "Revert Back."

Hero Alias: Jackdaw (@wisteriasymphony)

|Penguin Miraculous|

Concept: Equality

Jewelry: Mood Ring

Kwami: Tapp

Weapon: Spear

Power: Parity - When activated, the user can make their target their equal either by bringing them to their level or vice versa.

Transformation Phrases: "Slide In!" "Stand Up."

Hero Alias: Sky Skater (@itskarmalone)

|Wolf Miraculous|

Concept: Inspiration

Jewelry: Necklace

Kwami: Howll

Weapon: Guitar-Axe

Power: Charisma - When activated, the user plays their guitar-axe, giving them the ability to inspire others. How much they can inspire is based on their own charisma.

Transformation Phrases: "Rock On!" "End Show."

Hero Alias: Hex (@celestiall0tus)

[sparkiekong]

OC Deep Dive - Evelyn Van Richten

thank you! @holocene-sims for tagging me. Sorry it took me so long to reply, but yeah. Here goes. I’ll answer for Evie I think.

@cawthorntales @capptrash @miss-may-i @helenofsimblr @wannabecatwriter @invisblequeen @seyvia @pixel-bloom- Anyone who wants to! Or feel free to ignore if you've done it or don't want it. It's all good!

what uncommon/common fear do they have?

She fears very little in the way of things, but she would NEVER admit to any fears, but fears of abandonment or loss. Also, she’d be devastated if she disappointed her father.

do they have any pet peeves?

Evie is what I would call an old soul. She prefers things to be orderly and everything has a proper place. She’s precise and anything that is out of place or disheveled will irk her something fierce.

what are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Several hidden fire arms, a jewelry box of her mother’s and lots of books - Most of them are going to be historical, physics, archaeology, technical manuals, art of war... and secretly she'd be mortified if anyone found her secret collection of historical romance novels.

what do they notice first in a person?

She would first assess their body posture and if they are a threat or not. She’d be looking for signs of supernaturals hidden in a human form and devising contingency for attack should there be one. If there was no threat, she would be making direct eye contact.

on a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

10 easy. She and her brothers have been training for their entire lives. If she cries out in pain it’s got to really hurt otherwise she’d die before she gave anyone the satisfaction of seeing her in pain.

do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Under pressure, she will fight to the last breath. Socially she is about the same to be fair, she’s as vicious with words as she is with weapons.

do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

She loves her family it’s not a very large family, but the ones who get in are loved and protected with ferocity.

What animal represents them best?

To represent her, I would have to represent all three siblings as they primarily fight as one unit. I guess they would be much like wolves. Loyal, dangerous, but loving to their loved ones.

what is a smell that they dislike?

cabbage, Lilies

have they broken any bones?

A few times, mostly fractures. Recently her wrist was broken by Guy during her attack on him.

how would a stranger likely describe them?

Determined, cold, aggressive, see you next Tuesday. Frigid... all those kind of things that usually turn people away from you.

are they a night owl or a morning bird?

She has no preference for time. Supernatural hunting can be any hour or day of the week.

what is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

She loves strawberries, hates lilies

do they have any hobbies?

She enjoys updating the Van Richten Archives, making her own ammo, archery, and reading.

boom, surprise birthday party! how do they react to surprises?

She would likely pull a gun instinctively and then leave when she realizes it's a party. Surprises and parties have no place in her world. They leave you open and vulnerable.

do they like to wear jewelry?

When not working she would wear jewelry, while hunting or expecting an attack, no. She'd take off her jewelry and heels before fighting, if she were to get caught in such a situation.

do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Neat and very legible cursive writing. She refuses to print. It's not efficient.

what are two emotions they feel the most?

Anger and Fear ... Mostly Anger.

do they have a favorite fabric?

Kevlar

what kind of accent do they have?

I tend to think of her as English, but I think she could hide her accent well enough to blend in with any place. Unfortunately, her hair being white is kind of hard to hide and she’ll die before it would be dyed.

Her father and brothers would be English as well, but for whatever reason I don't hear Randall as having much of an English accent at all. Tristan and RT would be a bit harsher of an accent, but Evie's would be light English.

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OC Deep Dive Tag

Thank you to the lovely @pandoras-comment-box and you should check out their post for Cal & Finder here!

I'm going to answer these for the very sweet, Alyosha Shvedov ^.^

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

He's afraid of Entropy Games Inc. catching up with him. He did not leave their employ with their permission or on good terms. He did, however, leave with their property. (i.e. a fucking plane.)

Do they have any pet peeves?

Alyosha is fairly tolerant but listening to people talk over each other annoys him.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

A range of blankets in different weights so he can always be cozy and comfy. Cute little tchotchkes. A mostly empty mug from last night's tea.

What do they notice first in a person?

Their eyes: if they seem kind and if someone has smile lines.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Eh, 6 out of 10? Anyone who worked for Entropy Games has a level of familiarity with pain, but being a pilot spared him from the worst of it. You tend to want your pilot to have eyes etc.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

It used to be freeze but now it's fight.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Alyosha was an only child and was close to his mom and dad but he hasn't seen/spoken to them since he left the farm he grew up on for the city. He was also very close to his grandmother. He's definitely a family person and now he has a decent sized found family of his own.

What animal represents them best?

Chocolate lab. Sweet, happy, loyal, and protective.

What is a smell that they dislike?

Spinach/kale that's gone bad.

Have they broken any bones?

Yes, for sure.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Quiet but quick to smile in a way that's contagious.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

Morning person.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Hate: bubblegum Love: sautéed onions

Do they have any hobbies?

Reading, hiking, and cooking.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

Huge smile and laughing so hard he can't keep his eyes open. Followed by hugging everyone in the room one by one.

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Nope.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Messy end of legible.

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Affection and concern. (I mean, Reeve's his best friend so...)

Do they have a favorite fabric?

Probably alpaca? So soft and warm!

What kind of accent do they have?

Russian. He lived in Russia until he was in his late twenties.

I'm going to no pressure tag @winglesswriter @zinabug-writes @urnumber1star and @ceph-the-ghost-writer

[khaire-traveler]

🌫️ Subtle Erebos Worship 🌑

Sit in stillness for a while, especially darkness; meditate or become comfortable in the quiet

Take time each day to decompress from the events of the day; relax and rest

Drink herbal tea or a warm drink you enjoy before bed; preferably something soothing

Get a candle that reminds you of him (no altar needed)

Wear jewelry that reminds you of him

Keep a picture of him in your wallet

Start a bedtime/nighttime routine

Try to avoid screens an hour before bed; try reading a book, drawing, or another relaxing and screenless activity

Fall asleep/meditate/study to music reminiscent of emptiness, stillness, or liminality (links included to videos I sleep/listen to c:)

Have a stuffed animal that reminds you of darkness, stillness, or The Void™; nocturnal animals work well (Stygian owl, trust me)

Have imagery of fog, darkness, the night sky, what you believe the creation of the universe looked like, or The Underworld (his name is sometimes conflated with The Underworld itself) around

Dedicate a collection of coins to the souls passing into The Underworld who don't have coins to cross the Stygian

Watch the sunrise; watch the sunset

Learn about the night sky; learn the different constellations and myths they have

Learn about space; learn about cave systems; learn about anything you consider mysterious, expansive, and a bit frightening

Visit/tour a cave (SAFELY!!!!)

Leave water outside for nocturnal animals that stop by; leave out water for a bird bath

Listen to the morning bird songs; listen to the sounds of the night

Press/dry a flower still wet with evening dew

Practice mindfulness; practice meditation

Go camping, and sleep under the stars; take time to be present in nature, in the night

Watch a scary movie in the dark; you're also welcome to watch a comfort movie instead

Collect animal bones (thank the animal's spirit after doing so)

If fog rolls in, go outside in it; take a walk in it (SAFELY!!!)

Plant seeds in the ground; start a garden; tend to plants

Grow your own herbs or produce

Honor your ancestors or passed loved ones; engage in spirit work if comfortable

Visit a cemetery; leave flowers on graves if given permission to do so

Reflect on your deeper beliefs; what do you believe about the different mysteries/uncertainties of life (the afterlife, universe creation, purpose, etc.)

Dance/sing to music that makes you feel ancient, mystical, mysterious, or generally cool

Take a walk during a new moon (if it is safe to do so your area)

Learn about self-defense; be sure to take a weapon with you when going out at night (if you feel it's necessary mostly)

Wear black or darker colors

Take a relaxing bath/shower at night, especially with herbs or in dim light (SAFELY!!!)

Write/read ghost or mystery stories

Light a bonfire; gather around it with loved ones; share scary or mysterious stories

Support space, deep ocean, or deep cave exploration organizations; support nocturnal animal preservation organizations

Learn about the different phases of the moon; learn about what each one means

Practice patience and restraint

Find healthy outlets for extreme emotions; drawing, writing, boxing, dancing, crafting, etc.

Learn to become comfortable within your own presence (this takes practice, it'll be ok)

Sleep with a small bag of soothing herbs under your pillow (lavender, jasmine, etc.) or charms

Keep a dream journal; try to interpret your dreams

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This is my list of discreet ways to worship Erebos! He is rarely talked about, from what I've seen, but he is the God of Darkness, born from the primordial Khaos at the creation of everything. He is paired with Nyx often, and the two have had several children, including Hypnos and Thanatos. His name was used interchangeably with The Underworld sometimes. I'll likely add more later, but for now, I hope you enjoy what I've made. Take care. ❤️

Link to Subtle Worship Master list