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call-sign-shark · 1 year

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From Blood We'll Grow || Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC

Prompt: You don’t understand the kind of love you’re getting yourself in

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TW: references to murder and crimes, hurt/comfort, I tried something a bit different from what we are used to reading about Arthur

Notes:

✞ Written for the celebration of @runnning-outof-time's 3K revolving around the theme of a flower garden. Flower used: Red Poppies, which are said to grow best in blood-fertilized soil.

✞ This work is a part of the Heaven in Your Eyes universe, but it can be read as a stand-alone. Consequently, Reader is Heaven, OP's original character (Moodboard here). Feel free to check this ongoing series if you wanna know more. Newest chapter of the series HERE.

“Talk to me, please.”

The soft breeze of Birmingham’s spring caressed his skin and carried the words away. Even though Arthur’s piercing blue eyes were watching the sky, all his attention was focused on you. His hand, large and calloused, was covering the palm of yours, frail and perpetually cold. Sometimes he wondered if blood was actually flowing through your veins or if you were made of frostbite and stardust.

“Tell me everything’s awful you did and let me love you anyway.”

The melody of his beating heart echoed in his chest at the same pace as yours. Two souls yearning for each other. Arthur’s fingers tightened their protective grip around you, afraid you would vanish if he did not constantly keep physical contact with you. Moreover, your ice always managed to calm the raging fire he was made of.

“I’ve killed people.”

These three little words hurt as they were spoken. They felt like razor cuts on the tongue, blades coated with caustic acid. And yet, an intense feeling of relief followed soon after. Arthur’s body relaxed.

“I already knew that.”

“No, you didn’t. You suspected it but you still had the choice not to believe it.”

“Does that make a difference?”

“It does for me. Until now you were free to genuinely tell yourself I was a good person, even though you suspected it was not the case. But now that you are aware of my wicked nature you’ll come to realize I might not be as good as you think for you.”

“Bullshit. It doesn’t change anything for me. You’re the creature I love with all my heart. No matter what you’ve done, and no matter what you’ll do, my soul and yours are entangled.”

Arthur, who was laying with his head on your lap abandoned the horizon and looked up to stare at your enchanting doll face. Your long ivory mane danced at the wind’s discretion, the pale and orange hue of the sunset forming a glowing halo on the top of your head. A soothing silence lulled you, only disrupted by the blowing wind and the nearby stream’s murmur. He could not help but smile at your mesmerizing beauty, whose presence embellished the bucolic landscape.

“But I’ve got blood on my hands.”

“So do I, Heaven.”

You looked down at him, the jewels of your iris drowning in the ocean of his, and stopped petting his hair.

“Trust me, angel, I know the best. Each time I enter in a room I see the face of all the people I’ve murdered. Those who deserved it share the place with the innocents who were just unlucky enough to cross paths with the brute I am. Sometimes I see that young lad from the boxing ring sipping on a coffee with the many soldiers I’ve killed… My hands still tingle with the sensation of my fists tightening around their necks or bashing their brains out. But still, you are, kissing the scars on my knuckles and allowing these dirty, murderous hands to touch you when we make love,” Arthur paused and, with his head leaving your lap, he sat next to you in the middle of the vast wild field you loved exploring together, “that’s how I love you. Perfectly imperfect. Because even angels have their own demons…” He said, bringing his free hand on your cheek to stroke it with indescribable softness no one suspected he was capable of, not even himself, “ And Maybe, if you believe in it just a little bit, the ghosts that follow you will find peace in mine eh.”

Like magical balm on a sucking wound, the gravel in his voice soothed the pain of your heart. Admittedly you had been scared to tell him the truth about you for fear he stopped considering you like an Angel — but the truth was you didn’t understand the kind of love you got yourself into. It was the kind of love so intoxicating that you’d physically suffer if you parted from each other for too long. In him you did not find only love, but also understanding and acceptance. Arthur’s way of handling you, with indescribable care and softness, had become a necessity in your life. Were you really his angel? Or was he yours? A violent, twisted seraph with wings as black as cold, but a heart as sweet as honey. He was keeping you safe, wrapped in the dark feather of his wings, ready to take the pain for you — he did not matter, your well-being did.

Without uttering a single word, you almost tackled him with a hug. An embrace so fierce he fell backward, his back gently hitting the ground. Both surprised and endeared, Arthur could not help but chuckle before welcoming you in his arms.

“I am so lucky to have you…” You whispered, burying your nose in his neck. His perfume, musky and manly, lulled your insecurities and wrapped you in a blissful haze.

“I promise you’ll have me forever, love.”

Arthur was caressing your back, and sometimes he laid a kiss on your head as if his lips could not stay away from you for too long. Which was certainly the case. After a while, he caught sight of a red flower at the corner of his eye. The only flower that had grown here, among the weed and the fallen leaves.

“Look, Angel.”

You raised your head at his voice, curiously gazing at what he wanted to show you. When you noticed it was a red poppy, you looked at Arthur with a slightly confused gleam in your eyes. After all, poppies were not scarce flowers. Yet, Arthur’s iris shone with fascination and unexplainable joy. His lips had stretched in an innocent and almost childish smile, the first since years. The kind of smile Miss Changretta had been talking about. The way his face enlightened and his traits relaxed made you sink a little deeper for him. With the tips of his fingers, Arthur picked up the poppy and shifted his full attention back to you.

“In Flander fields, the poppies blow…”

He started, slipping the flower in your hair. Its blood-red petals, exposing the poppy’s black heart, contrasted with the whiteness of your hair just like a drop of blood in a desert of snow.

“Between the crosses, row and row,

That mark our place, and in the sky

The larks still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the gun below.”

You closed your eyes, your soul carried away by Arthur’s low and hoarse voice as well as the steady melody of his heart beating. He let his long and thin fingers lose themselves in your hair as he kept reciting the poem he liked so much.

“We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

In Flanders fields.”

With your free hand, you brushed the flower’s petals. Their soft texture awaked your sense. While you did so, Arthur’s free hand pressed on your lower back to bring your hips closer to his. He did not want to leave any space between your two bodies.

“Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.”

When he finished the last line, Arthur reached for your chin and raised your head until your lips grazed against each other, “From blood, we will grow love.” He whispered, his warm breath melting in yours.

“From blood, we will grow.” You repeated.

Any comment, review, reblog, or constructive criticism is welcome. Your reactions really motivate me and keep me alive, so please don't be shy. English is not my first language.

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silent-sanctum · 9 months

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The Part 3 Dilemma

I have one of this random thoughts of mine and it's about one of the complaints about Stardust Crusaders

"I dropped at Part 3 because the plot dragged too long" "The Monster-of-the week trope made it boring"

Personally, I don't mind it (thanks to Jotaro's presence tbh). But I do understand why others feel that way. I feel like the reason Araki decided to stick with that set-up is because for one, it's a shonen series (a.k.a a manga who's targeted for young boys), and two that it's because it's his way of experimenting with a new power system.

So, you can't really blame a guy who wanted to test things out in the beginning rather than to focus on writing a more engaging story, more so when him knowing that the introduction of Stands and their powers was able to bring him the most commercial success.

But from a writer's perspective and someone who watches a lot of shows, I think what made SC such a sludge to get through is this part's lack of subplots.

What do I mean by that? Let me explain:

"A subplot is a narrative thread that is woven through the media to support the elements of the main plot. A subplot can build out the conflict in the main plot or it can be a vehicle for a secondary character's storyline."

Essentially, it's a method of fleshing out the story more by introducing the audience a side story to either tackle a theme that's related to the main plot or develop a character more to better understand their purpose in the story.

Now let's look at Part 3

The central point of this part is that a big bad has returned to wreak havoc on the Joestars and the world and it's the heroes' job is to get rid of him once and for all. It's odyssey-based where we get to see the guys go on this journey and fight the bad guys until they reach the final stage.

But because this part involves just that- the fighting bad guys part- for 40+ episodes, it bores the audience because of how repetitive it's becoming. There's nothing else it has going on for it to keep the audience engaged.

There's a significant lack of subplots to enhance their journey to Egypt.

Compare that to the other parts…

Part 4: A slice-of-life/murder mystery plot that focuses on the stories of its residents (e.g. Koichi's development, Okuyasu's family issues, Yukako's obssesion, Rohan's antics as a mangaka, Josuke's bond with Joseph), before tying them into the main plot in the second half (e.g. Reimi's murder, the involvement of the Stand arrow, focus on Kira's mind as a psychopathic serial killer) Part 5: Got to look into the past of each of Bucciarati's crew: Giorno and Bucciarati's childhood, Mista's pre-Stand user life, Abbachio's past as a cop, Diavolo and Trish's dynamic, Fugo's history with his anger issues. There's also the involvement of the Stand arrow, brief focus on La Squadra's perspective, etc. Part 6: Explores the characters of Ermes (seeking justice for the death of her sister), FF (their path of finding their identity), delving deep into DIO's psyche about "attaining heaven", Weather Report's history with Pucci and Perla, and the estranged bond between Jolyne and Jotaro.

This is Araki improving his craft but when we compare that to Part 3, we can see that P3 only got the "fighting enemies until we reach the boss" plot going on. And that's tedious to get past.

Sure we got one subplot going: Polnareff's quest of avenging the death of his sister.

His purpose of joining the Crusaders in the first place was to find the killer. It's been tackled for more than one episode and in the process, we see him form rapport with the allies he made while still sticking to his mission, allowing the audience to connect to the Frenchman more (even to the point where they start to joke that he's the main protagonist instead of Jotaro)

But what of the rest? What of the development of the other Crusaders?

Kakyoin and his past as a lonely child born with a Stand?

How Avdol met Joseph, and what his motivation was to continue working with the latter?

Maybe a subtle foreshadowing of Joseph's infidelity or how he's doing in New York prior to the quest?

Heck maybe even a background as to why Jotaro turned to delinquency when in the past, he's seen or viewed as a regular happy child who does well and is active in school?

Instead, what we got is Kak's past revealed as a last minute attempt to make us feel sympathy for him as he's dying, Avdol died without much going about him, Joseph is just there to be the secondary Jojo, and 3taro is most of the fandom's worst version of Jotaro because at a surface level, he's seen only as a rude standoffish teenager who does not emote for no reason.

We don't get to connect with the Crusaders as much or as deep because we don't know them outside of "we're here to defeat the big evil" and a bunch of fighting.

tldr: Not enough character development because there's too much of the "beat the bad guys and win"

I don't know. It's just my personal take because usually when I consume media, I tend to get hooked onto the story when there's mini stories that fleshes out the overarching theme.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk

#jojos bizarre adventure #stardust crusaders #jotaro kujo #jojo part 3 #mijin thoughts

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charliethomascoxuniverse · 11 months

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In the Footsteps of a Saint

FAITH TODAY：MAY 2011

Catholic actor Charlie Cox is making waves across the Atlantic – and he’s about to hit the cinemas in his native UK playing a saint in a new movie.

FAITH TODAY went to meet him.

How does it feel to be a saint? That’s something no-one alive can ever really know, since sainthood is only acknowledged after death: but up-and-coming actor Charlie Cox knows more about it than most. Cox, 28, is the star of There Be Dragons, a new movie about the early life of St Josemaria Escriva, the Spaniard who founded Opus Dei. So – given that he’s a Catholic himself - how did it feel to Cox to walk in a saint’s shoes, and to portray his holiness on screen?

What struck him most, says Cox, is that ‘there seemed to have been no single moment when Josemaria was saintly... instead, what people who knew him spoke about and wrote about was a lifetime of consistently good decisions and a dedication of his entire life to God’. So in fact, he explains, portraying him meant being very human – and yet aware that decisions often had to be made that weren’t directed at other people, but were directed at God. Playing Josemaria is the latest step on a path that’s fast feeling like the road to the big-time: Cox first appeared on the showbiz radar in 2007 when he got the role of Tristan Thorne in the movie Stardust, and he went on to play the Duke of Crowborough in the ITV drama Downton Abbey. And just a fortnight before we meet, he’s filmed his first episode of HBO’s prohibition drama Boardwalk Empire, the flagship programme of the new Sky Atlantic channel, in which he plays an immigrant from Northern Ireland with ties to the IRA. Cox says he’s loving the part: Steve Buscemi, who recently won a Gold Globe award for his portrayal of Enoch ‘Nucky’ Thompson in the series, is one of his all-time heroes, and he can hardly believe his luck in being cast with him.

’Working with Steve feels amazing, I can’t believe how lucky I’ve been,’ he says, as we chat over coffee at a Madrid hotel on the morning of the premiere of There Be Dragons. He jetted in this morning from New York – he’ll be there filming Boardwalk Empire through the summer and, he says, he can’t imagine a better way of spending the next few months. ‘They’re the nicest bunch of people – and everyone is so confident about how good the series is, so there’s a great buzz about it.’

Working on Boardwalk Empire has taken him a long way from his Sussex roots. He grew up in Hearst Green, the son of publisher parents – and he was raised a Catholic, like his father, although he was educated at a non-Catholic independent school, Sherborne School in Dorset. ‘Only about 70 out of 700 boys were Catholics. We had to get up early on a Sunday to go to Mass at a local girls’ school... it would have been easy to skive off it, but actually we never did. I’ve always loved churches – even now, in a strange city, I’ll often wander around looking at churches.’ There was no history of acting in the family – bar a grandmother who had been at RADA before the second world war – but even as a youngster, Cox was smitten with the idea. ‘My mum and dad had a fantastic attitude to it,’ he says. ‘The school wanted me to go to university, play it in safe mode, have a back-up plan. But my parents came to see me act, and afterwards my dad sat me down and he said: ‘I think you’d be a fool not to pursue this’. And I don’t know whether I’d be here now if it hadn’t been for that one comment...’ Despite living in the US at the moment, and the fact that his parents spend most of their time these days in France, Cox says Britain will always be home – and he’s very close to his family. He has a brother, and three half siblings from his father’s first marriage, and his parents have flown to see him in Madrid while he’s over for the premiere of There Be Dragons. After school, he spent a gap year working for a photographer – and even before he could take up a place at Bristol Old Vic Theatre School, he’d landed the role of Theo in the movie Dot the i. ‘An agent took a punt on me and put me up for the part,’ he says. ‘I’ve been incredibly lucky, and that was just one of my lucky breaks.’

But it’s not just luck – Cox is immensely likeable, and he’s obviously genuinely passionate about acting. He’s also been smart enough to realise that he can learn a huge amount from more seasoned actors – so he saw acting alongside Robert de Niro and Michelle Pfeiffer in Stardust, for example, as a fantastic opportunity to soak up knowledge. And he’s learnt lots more, too, from Roland Joffe, director of There Be Dragons, who was also the film-maker behind The Mission (about the early Jesuits in south America) and The Killing Fields (about the murderous Pol Pot regime in Cambodia), both of which were Oscar nominees.

‘I didn’t think twice about taking the part of Josemaria, and that was down to Roland,’ he says. ‘He’s such a great director – he really understands the processes that actors have to go through to give their best. I learnt so much from working with him.’

Given the subject-matter of There Be Dragons, Cox also spent time in the run-up to filming learning about Opus Dei, which has the status of a ‘personal prelature’ within the Catholic Church. ‘I visited several Opus Dei houses, and I went on a retreat and had a lot of help from an Opus Dei priest, Fr John Wauck.’

Before he made the film, he admits, he’d never heard of Josemaria – and all he knew about Opus Dei was what he’d read in Dan Brown’s book The Da Vinci Code. But researching Josemaria, he says, what struck him most was the saint’s humanity – and his ability, examined in the film, to forgive. ‘It was an example I had to put into practice, because one day when we were filming I returned to my trailer to find someone had broken in and cleaned the place out completely,’ he says. ‘They’d even taken my computer, and the charger, and even my clothes.’ ‘The following day I was due to film one of the big scenes in which Josemaria shows how he can forgive, and I remember thinking: this is really interesting. And the thing is that I did manage to forgive the guy who nicked my stuff.’ ‘And what I realised, through that incident, was that – though we think of forgiveness as something very moral and impressive, it’s actually something that works totally in your own favour. Because if you don’t forgive then you’re angry inside – and that anger doesn’t hurt the other person, but it really hurts you.’ Since filming finished for There Be Dragons, Cox has been working on another movie – Moby Dick, due to be released later this year – and now Boardwalk Empire. It all suggests, I tell him, that fame – which he’s told previous interviewers frightens him – could be beckoning. ‘It’s tricky,’ he says, candidly. ‘I’ve got friends who have gone on to extraordinary fame, and what I’ve realised through them is that it’s never quite as appealing as it promised to be. ‘On the other hand, like everyone else I want recognition. I like people to think I’m good at what I do. That’s human nature, isn’t it?’

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#just me archiving another old interview 😊#had to check I didn't have this one yet but no I don't xd #thank you so much to Charlie's parents for supporting him in becoming an actor from the start 🙏💕#charlie cox #josemaria escriva #there be dragons #baby charlie #interview #article

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raulfernandez · 8 months

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Got tagged by @landoom thank you sm for tagging me :D

Rules: color the ones that are true and tag fifteen (15) people

appearance:

"I’m over 5’5" (1.67m) // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up (only on office days) // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

hobbies and talents

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand.

relationship

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

aesthetics:

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

miscellaneous:

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy Mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

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gxtzeizm · 8 months

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I was tagged by @collecting--stardust and @excuseme-greentea thanks a lot you two 🫶🫶

Rules: color stuff that applies to you and then tag your friends

Appearance:

i'm over 5'5" // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // I have had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards.

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Miscellaneous:

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs.

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pagiecakewritesstuff · 2 years

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4. MORPHEUS|DREAM OF THE ENDLESS X READER/OC

Assorodus meaning "silvery water".

Purpose may or may not exist, depending on our personal ideologies. The Endless know better though, they saw the entity prowling the lands before the beginning of history, and it was older than them. Not by much, a few eons maybe, arriving after the birth of the universe we know. For this being was strong and withered the coldness of the void until everything was created. First of Writers, the name it was given, for the inherent purpose of every breathing thing had to be formed in words. Whether we believe in it or not.

SERIES MASTERLIST

We were back at the silvery lake, our usual meeting spot by then. He invited me here with greater delight than even his younger sister could ever give. Vigorously he captured my hand, excitement beaming from his body. He was to present me with something, though he didn't let on much. Dishevelled hair flying along, there was a noticeable spring in his step.

"I finished it all." He explained between breathy laughs as he tugged me after him. "The Dreaming, it’s ready."

"You did?" I glanced at him in awe. He did it just in time, it was the day when the first living creature came to be on the Earth, hours before the night of early dreams. It was his hour, night was about to spread over the prehistoric scenery.

"Would you let me show it to you?" Tearing a gateway into reality he sought my response. I nodded. Leaving the waking world we commenced into the Dreaming. I felt a strange, new wind blow against my face, a laudable contender to the one that carried my song. My toes were burrowed into black sand, with specks of stardust mixed within it. The breeze carried the smell of salt and a sense of unrestricted freedom that the barriers of the mortal planes forever denied me. It was intoxicating, so much so, that I let my lids flutter shut for a second until Morpheus walked on, our hands still attached. A yet unrefined ivory gate came into view, a symbol of power and dreams to come.

"You carved this?" My fingers ran over the chisel marks, made with careful consideration, clear signs of his love and devotion.

"Out of Horn and Ivory." To his beckoning the two mighty wings opened up, revealing an ochre cobblestone path. Back then he had no formal palace to his name, only the hills and rivers, mystical valleys and the sky, mirror of his emotions. The sunlit vista was so bright, so immaculate, that I had to shield my eyes until I adjusted.

"I hear a new melody and it’s not mine." I looked up at him, saying. "It bears the mark of your craftsmanship."

"It’s greatly inspired by yours." He was flustered by his sudden, honest statement, so absolving him I spoke next.

"The first dreamer is about to arrive." I let go of him and went over the brilliant green blooming around us, as a goodbye. "This is your moment, I should leave you to it."

"On the contrary." The squeeze of his fingers on my hip stopped me, breath hitched in my throat. "I was hoping to share this experience with you."

That's when I saw it in his eyes for truly what it was, the exact adoration I have felt but repressed. But how could I keep doing that, knowing his feelings were the same? He brought down the whole starry sky for me in his irises, all that tenderness, and desire to be close gained meaning. He wished for me with true candour and I was never loved before that, not since I escaped the void.

"Dream..."

"May I kiss you?"

My gaze flicked from his dilating pupils to his lips. Taking my loss for words as an encouragement he leaned in, head slanted, his nose brushed mine. It was all benevolent from his side, all too beguiling, and I hesitated. I had hoped I wouldn't be the one who breaks him, cuts his heart open, while my racing one beats on. I needed all my might to open my mouth, to say something, anything.

"I can't"

His eyes widened, pulling his arms back as if I was burning him, he stumbled then straightened. The sky was murky, and clouds gathered above us.

"Why?" He uttered, rather questioning the Dreaming than me personally.

"Our affection for each other is something that shall never bloom, Dream." I owed him with explaining my actions, so I sat down on a nearby tree trunk, its bark twisted and textured. The attention to detail, more genuine than reality.

"I don't understand." He kneeled in front of me, leaning over my legs. "I thought what we had was love."

"We have the coming humanity to love, and we are to serve them with devotion. Without distraction."

His sight turned into pure black, two pinpricks of light blinking in it, his fingertips brushed my jawline, bringing me closer.

"Then all I ask from you is to give me this boon, just this time and I will carry it throughout the ages, love-mine who never was."

Our lips fused without consideration, and his tongue entered past my teeth, forceful and yearning. I fisted his hair, a war of reason raging in me. Swallowing his essence, he let me drink from him, consume him in our self-destructive dance. Tears trailed down his cheek, wetting mine simultaneously. Biting onto my lower lip, he drew my blood. Surprised by the taste, he gasped, and I tore myself away. Darkness pooled around us.

Like shields from the outside, the heavy sheets gather around me as I wake. Scooting up, his hand slips from my torso, and I press my head against the headboard, exhaling into the soft, feather-like aura bubbling around us. I'm careful not to disturb Morpheus laying next to me, like someone cast from lead, heavy and weathered. As I survey every pore of his body, he is dreary, tired beyond imagination. Tendons in his neck tighten, and he shifts forward, bunching up the blanket between his fingers. The Lord of Dreams can't sleep, nor dream for that matter, not in a way others do. He only rests in a cautious state of unconsciousness, his mind escaping into nothingness, while still assuming ill-wishing shadows in every crevice in his realm. Even above his needs, his true functions come first, he is connected to the Dreaming in every moment.

While my eyes were closed, I received an invisible envoy, breaching the outer layer of my soul. I read it, and the message is clear, not accepting refusal. I'm expected in court, though I know not why or what shall I prepare for, what's about to go down while I'm there. I have my presumptions, I have met the Lord before whom I to have an audience, someone truly volatile, someone who makes my powers labile above them. Not because of sheer power, this entity is clever and usually gets what it wants.

As I lean over the edge of the mattress, Dream stirs at the sudden loss of warmth, fingers tentatively searching for me, gliding across the sheet. I don't want to rouse him just yet, he looks ahead of trying times as a result of what befell him, he deserves those extra few minutes he can have in bed. Quietly I get ready, every movement calculated, I pull adequate clothing out of the fabrics of the Dreaming and other realms I can reach from here. Hardened leather melts onto my torso, straps secure it in place with every layer underneath it. A helm offers itself, a cavalcade of metal and crests running down the sides, a kaleidoscope of distorted reflections. I push it aside. A tinge of fear blooms within my chest, but that's no reason to hide my face.

"You are leaving." I catch the owner of the smooth voice as he turns to his side, right shoulder pressing into the pillow beneath him.

"I wanted to wake you before I do." Noticing a crooked buckle on my vest, I tidy it. "I'm sorry if I disturbed you."

"I delayed my duties long enough." He stands, arranging his limbs in a swift, elegant dance only he knows. The shadows hiding in the crooks of his palace cluster around his edges, morphing into his regal cape, whispering their night-time mischief into his ear. "You are dressed in armour."

"I was called to another realm." We lock eyes, then I tear my gaze away. "Urgently. I'm afraid I can't stay much longer."

Morpheus solemnly contemplates my words, his skin cadaverous against the onyx black fabrics hanging from his frame. He is a statue fused into one with his domain.

"I wanted to suggest you accompany me today." He admits at last morosely, but I know we have already spent more time than we can afford together. "I am to summon the three who are one, I have questions to ask."

"That is your task to do and I have mine." Tugging on the blanket it arranges itself without me putting in the effort, Dream does the same on his side. The oddly comforting domestic bliss wraps around us until I shake it off. My fingers smooth over the soft silks one last time, and then without saying goodbye I turn towards the door. He glides in front of me before I can grab the handle, a looming wall of darkness cutting off my exit.

"This night, we--"

"We shall not repeat it. Ever." Maybe 'ever' is a strong word, but I can't give him hope. Sidestepping I cross the threshold of the room, heading down the empty corridors. The palace layouts might have changed slightly in the past hours, but I adapt and have no problems finding the right direction. I feel his presence looming beside me, keeping up with my strides. "I let us get too far."

His response is a melancholic, low hum, discouraged from saying what he wanted initially. What gainsays he had gathered about this in his head, fades. His eyes stare, unequivocally hurt, but with contained emotions.

"I'm sorry," I add, though it's little to no help. Scolding myself I pass the tall windows, clear sunlight sifting through the coloured glass panels. It was fatuous to let my feelings get the better of me, to crave the touch of his skin, even for one night, just as he did mine. We were playing with fire, and sooner than later others will notice how persistent I was to remain by him during his confinement. And I wouldn't like to wait until that proves to be a useful weapon against either of us for someone.

"Will you come back?" He asks instead as my boots scuff against the marble and we halt in the great entrance of his throne room. The columns and archways greet us individually.

"Eventually. When I can." His chin dips in a curt nod. "I shall see first what today brings."

"Would you come, if I were to call on you?" While one would expect his tone to be intimate, and caring, it falls flat, and rather comes out as a statement, only hinting that the sentence's nature is initially a question. I made him this rigid, it's my fault.

"Perhaps." Unlike him, I force a hint of tenderness into my answer. "I make no promises."

For a moment it looks like he might think about making a gesture as his way of saying farewell, but Lucienne arrives, a huge ledger in hand and so Morpheus falls back. I take this as a sign. He is far from being okay, but he is getting there, taking a rest helped immensely and I believe he will have the strength to do what he has to now. I leave a heavy breath behind, summarising all of our unsaid words as I will a portal open in front of me. Without looking back I fall into the inky London one-way street, so narrow that I could reach across, not having to move an inch. The smoky air is heavy after the Dreaming's breeze, I inhale it, grounding myself in the waking world. This is not really where I'm headed, but rather a distraction to avoid the imminent threat to Morpheus' domain if I were to open a direct path. Raindrops soak through my hair, and a storm is building up, mirroring my mood. There is a certain thrum in my heart, a warning for taking things too slowly. I go on, landing against disintegrating, greyish stone. With the drab landscape and the scorched dirt, I'm reminded of the first image of the fuming Earth.

This is Hell.

A forgotten trail leads to Lucifer's temple, one that avoids the heavily guarded gates, it's probing and not for the faint-hearted, but I can traverse it with ease. Customarily I'm not welcomed on these barren ridges and planes, daemons believe, rightfully so, that I'm part of the reason why they have to reside here. First of all, the Lightbringer thinks alike. Based on this, one would correctly infer that I do hear my song, even this deep down, not as loud as I'm used to, but it's still there, streaming from under ash and fire. It's all trumpets and drums collaborating in a dooming epic, complemented by the weeping cries of the tortured.

With my shortcut I'm quick to get to the bridge, providing access to the seat of Hell, the two slabs of vulcanic rock door leaves already apart, blood oozing out from between them. The red liquid evades me, directing its flow around my steps, not threatening to soil my soles as I breeze past ominous symbols of suffering. I need no assistance, the corridors, crushing in size and semblance, show themselves to me in the correct order, ushering me inside, to the topmost level, exactly where I was summoned.

There, scanning the kingdom of Hell, dressed in an alabaster gown, stands the Angel of Death, the one who rebelled against their god. Pet Mazekeen is nowhere to be seen, she must have taken a day off.

"At last." The apocalyptic voice greets me, drawling on contently. "I was starting to think we won't see you today."

"Lightbringer." I great the ruler of Hell properly. "Dare I ask what's the nature of your invitation?"

"You always cut to the chase when it's about me Talos." Lucifer muses, playing with the fire blazing in the centre of the room, tossing a hand between the flames, skin unfazed by the heat. Maybe in Hell, even the fires are cold. "Talos. Is that your preferred name? I never asked, we see each other so rarely."

"I'm many names and not, all at once. I don't have a preference."

"Talos then." The chilling sneer I receive nails me to the floor. In every passing second with every possible flick of muscle, breath and word I'm reminded who's the kingdom we are in.

"What is that you require?"

"Not so fast, dear." The mocking gasp tells me that I have a whole theatrical number prepared for my honour, and I must run along. Whatever is about to go down, most of it is probably planned ahead. "You got somewhere to be?"

I keep my mouth shut.

"You do, am I right?" Lucifer switches to circling me like a hungry feline, leaving the fire. "Your Dream Lord must be still pining after you. How sad really, after all those years."

"He is not mine." I accidentally let them slip in the faulty hole they managed to hit into my defences, access to Dream inside my heart.

"Oh, but he could be." The speech is written, and I let them perform. "If you weren't so duteous, though it's a trait both of you share. Is your hand in that? Are you that powerful?"

"For you it's enough to know that my power is above yours, after all, you too bear my shared words within."

They laugh.

"Watch out, certain loopholes can be found."

"Get to the point." My forcefully held patience is slipping from my grip.

"It's good that you brought up your writing." Examining their fingers, Lucifer's nails tear into their cuticles while I'm spoken to as if I'm not even there, dismissively. "Because I want you to take back the part you have given me."

A strange wish, not unheard of, but not once achieved. What I give is a gift, unexchangeable, getting rid of it holds unfathomable risks. The balance of the universe still tethers at the edge of darkness, Dream just returned, I don't wish to jeopardise what he gained back.

"You would cease to exist. Do you wish to die, if so, I'm not the one to call down here."

"You misunderstand me. I not only want you to take back your writing, but I also want you to give me another one." Finally, I'm regarded, and we stand face to face, closer than comfortable. "I don't want to be the ruler of Hell anymore."

"What is it, that you wish to do then?"

"Opportunities will present themselves surely."

It’s my turn, a smile tugs on my lips. Incredible how far this creation of God dares to go. After all, what Hell has against me, I'm a part of it, as I am part of everything.

"No. My answer is no."

"Surely you can think better than that." The crimson lips part, flashing bright white teeth, two pointier than usual canines. "I have my ways to get what I want, but you are not going to like them."

"By all means, indulge me." It's not the fight I was prepared for, but it's a fight nonetheless. "What the Morningstar has against me?"

"A thing that is not yours, I'm sure it's not important at all." Below I can hear the roiling of the daemon horde, grouping around bonfires, demanding entertainment. The promise of a duel hangs in the air and I am to be a challenger. "Rumours say that the King of the Dreaming is in a vulnerable state. Would you agree?"

Something akin to rage, but mightier arises in me, a surge of protectiveness coils in my chest, over love that never was. As if a hailstorm were to destroy a yet-to-bloom flower, I become the tree giving its shelter. It's our flower, his and mine, that I keep hidden behind the garden wall. I don't let anyone see it, not even Dream, whose name is written into every petal and pollen.

"The Dreaming and its monarch are under my protection." Lucifer takes a step back, as my voice shakes the walls around us and intricate cracks like spiderwebs start spreading on the rock. "This conversation is over."

"Be as you say." The smirk is gone. "But don't think you can be there for him forever, one day you will feel the consequences of your denial."

My bow is rigid, Hell cripples under its weight. I don't bother to take the route back the way I came. Arm outstretched I rip into reality and with that, I'm gone. The void between planes sucks me in and I fly through the nothingness before I come to my senses. This is not right. Immediately I step out, welcomed to a peaceful city. The light just dips below the sun-kissed roofs as I land in an alley opening to a square, which accommodates a huge cathedral. I'm in Florence, terrified and trembling. Unconsciously I contemplate the impossible; should I rewrite one of my works or keep to my rules? I'm in no doubt that Hell could hurt the Dreaming if it wanted to. I stumble into the first café within reach, it's closing hour so I get the last serving of coffee I'm offered. I showed too much, all where I'm the most vulnerable. I make a feeble attempt to present myself as calm to the waiter, but all I receive is a strange, leery stare. My clothing cannot be considered normal either to the human eye.

A nudge, that's all that notifies me of their presence. The fabric of reality dips, re weaves itself as they want it around the incision that is me and them. One enters, takes a seat opposite of me, and resonates as three, like an optical illusion, I hear them speaking in unison, yet separate. Huffing, I press my fist against my temple, I'm too tired for a conversation in their volume.

"Kindly Ones." The greeting is barely above a moan and I dunk my biscuit into the steaming hot coffee. "Take a seat, though I believe this is not the right time."

"Except it is." I meet the Crone's blind stare.

"We bring news for you, half-sister." Says the Maiden.

"And we know of your visit to the Lightbringer." The Mother slides my cup across the table, I'm left without a drink. "The threats Hell made."

"Of course you do." I lean back, and my chair wobbles. The café has a cramped little deck, constructed of uneven planks of wood. It's supposed to stop cars from entering the alley, but the vehicles still somehow squirm by it. "But I didn't call upon you, why would you tell me anything?"

"Niceties." They pass my coffee between them. "We are the Kindly Ones, are we not?"

"I tell what you are; fickle. Half-sister or no, if time brings it, you could easily turn against me." I groan.

"That's a fight we do not wish for."

"As we are equal in power."

"Purpose helps us weave our tapestry."

"Our battle would cost the universe, so do not irk me as you do now, not today." I get to my feet, if they only want to test their riddles on me, I'm not in. I leave the tip tucked under the ashtray.

"Hear this, Dream Lord prepares to Hell."

My fingers freeze mid-air, a coin drops and clanks against the iron tabletop.

"Why?"

"His helm was last seen there, he wants it back."

"And there is no stopping him."

"Where is he?" I fumble, yank my powers back to me, and wrangle the sheer force of nature suddenly engulfing me. "Where is he right now."

"En route."

"Constantine is his destination. Look for her."

In my hurry, I forget to ask them why. They are not famous for exchanging information for nothing in return, if they are playing a game they managed to get me. Yet I feel their assistance while stepping off the Italian cityscape and the void welcomes me back.

A/N: It's just... 3700 words... not sure where it came from. I'm tired, so sorry for the mistakes if you find any. And enjoy the start of the plot, there will be more to come. It's 3am, I think I'm gonna go to sleep. Morpheus waits for me, we will discuss the next chapter.

Thank you for all the love you are giving this fic <3

Also would anyone like to join a taglist? should I make one?

#neil gaiman #morpheus x reader #dream x reader #fic:assorodus #the sandman

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game-set-canet · 8 months

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thank you so so much for tagging me @schumi-nadal and @rafasbiscuits 💕💕

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i am in a relationship (note of Mira: it's complicated) // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online.

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Miscellaneous:

i'm tagging @waru-chan8 @lxndonorris @eneabastianini23 @collecting--stardust @iishmael @luv-mez but feel free to ignore 🧡🧡

#thank you so so much for tagging me #hugs & kisses <33 #schumi-nadal #rafasbiscuits #it's the name of the game #tagging

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wallacejwriting · 2 years

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Where does magic come from? Where is magic going?

The Aether is an all-encompassing energy that exists in a realm parallel to our own. Its energy passes through into this world and, through that, it is absorbed into the natural world. This has created an immense number of magical creatures, plants, and phenomenon throughout the world.

However, humans did not naturally get magic. They had to fight for it.

There are only a handful of plants that stem directly from the aether, untouched by the crossover into this world. These are the aether dust trees.

There are nine trees total. Each tree is covered in the blossoms of a specific flower, the flowers that the houses largely take their names from. Each tree also creates a substance known as aether dust.

Aether dust is a concentrated form of magical energy that can be used in all sorts of spells and inventions. Dust, and the crystals that can be made of concentrated aether dust, power many sustained spells and spells which are not in contact with a witch at all times. Without dust, modern society would not function.

It is also the secret to creating witches.

While the details are secret to all but a handful, as well as the highly coveted secret documents sealed in the Mokeno Grand Library vault, there are some facts known for certain.

A person who becomes a witch will be a witch for life. They have a direct connection to the aether that allows them to cast spells via the right tools (wands, trinkets, etc.). Witches can also sire witches. A witch-witch pregnancy has almost a guarantee of a witch - though not quite a guarantee, as is becoming more and more common. A witch-non-witch pregnancy is just under fifty percent chances of a witch. Though no one is sure of the exacts.

Over the last century, aether "dead zones" have been appearing throughout Mokeno and only in Mokeno, as far as anyone can tell. In these dead zones, magic simply does not work. There is no connection to the aether. Dust goes dim. Witches temporarily lose their magic. All inventions, charms, etc., stop working. No one knows where they come from, only that they exist and keep getting bigger. One is very close to the border of a particularly aggressive neighbour, leading to strong tensions.

Due to these dead zones, a law was passed sixty-three years ago which outlawed the creation of new witch families. The only new witches would be the children of current witches. And with dwindling fertility rates and more children being born as non-witches, as well as the insular nature of witches, causing less witches to marry outside of the community and therefore also knee-capping the population of the community and eventually increasing the risk of in-breeding...

Well, you can see why there are fewer and fewer witches every year.

Starmont has a capacity for 3,000 students. It expected 500 new students every year for the three hundred years it operated before the law passed.

This year, as Sabine, Wren, and Jules enter Starmont, their first year class is made up of a total of 81 students. The school itself has about 900. 3,000 to 900 in 63 years. And other schools are having the same problem all around Starmont.

But why? Where are these dead spots coming from? Why does it seem like magic is disappearing only in Mokeno? Why are witches having less witch children?

And where did the Oleander witches go? Where did the Petunia witches go? Is it connected to the dead zones?

#worldbuilding #writeblr #amwriting #fantasy worldbuilding #fantasy writing #series: paths made of stardust #wip: paths made of stardust

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scarletlich · 8 months

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Get to know me ask game

tagged by @rongzhi

RULES: bold the ones that are true and tag how ever many people you feel like to do it.

APPEARANCE

Blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing (well aesthetically i like a mix but comfort wise i like loose) // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair (i let my friend bleach it two days before i cut it off) // I have gotten plastic surgery (depends on your definition) // I have or had braces (at least 3 times and i had headgear too) // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look (working on it) // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

I play a sport (used to be a coxswain on my school's crew team for many years, was a captain of the team too) // I can play an instrument (violin) // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIP

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // My parents are together // I have dated a best friend // I am adopted // My crush has confessed to me // I have (had) a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // The sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep (TTRPG podcasts actually) // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // Autumn is my favorite season (if it weren't for the semester yeah)

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle (rarely... chronic insomniac) // I am the mom friend (friends say i have 妈系男友 vibes) // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower (not in the dorm shower but at home yes) // I wish I lived in a video game (would like to live in luofu xianzhou during peace time) // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

Tagging: @mimicori @lily-ocho @zhaotings @fucknectar @yanwangdijunfensi @niteshade925 @buried-in-stardust @unforth

#ask game

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thebeautifulfantastic · 5 months

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this or that!! tagged by @duchess-of-mischief <333

Appearance:

I'm over 5'5" // I wear glasses/contacts (glasses if i'm going to be at home all day or feeling lazy, contacts anytime else) // I have blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings (my ears) // I have at least one tattoo // I have blue eyes // I have dyed or highlighted my hair (it's not currently dyed though) // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear make-up // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look (mostly) // I prefer nike to adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards.

Hobbies and talents:

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language (spanish & english) // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during school or work breaks (i would if i had money) // I can do a handstand.

Relationship:

I am in a relationship (queer-platonic, but technically yes) // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush (sort of?? i don't know whether my crushes are romantic or platonic anymore) // I have a best friend I have known for ten years // My parents are together // I have dated my best friend (no, but we had a situationship) // I am adopted // My crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship (again, queer-platonic <3) // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone i have met online (not YET)

Aesthetics:

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colours // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // Autumn is my favourite season.

Miscellaneous:

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy mexican food // I can drive a stick-shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least three dogs.

this was fun!!! i'm tagging @cannibalizedyke @so--much--stardust @swinging-stars-from-satellites @curiouscornfieldcryptid @courageisneverforgotten and anyone else who wants to!

#tag games #ames tag #about me

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waru-chan8 · 7 months

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Thanks for tagging me Mira ( @game-set-canet ) and Anna ( @eneabastianini23 ).I love it and I love that both of you always remember me

Rules: bold stuff that applies to you and then tag your friends

Appearance:

i’m over 5'5" // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings (I have earnings does it count?)// i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes (well in between blue and gray)// i have dyed or highlighted my hair (highlighted in blond and orange, but I ended as a red head for like 1-2 weeks) // i have gotten plastic surgery // I have had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards.

Hobbies and talents:

i play a sport // i can play an instrument (flute and terribly) // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault (I'm not really sure about what it is in Spanish but I think so?) // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand.

Relationship:

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend (kinda? He was not my best friend because we were in different schools but we really close but I think it was all a decoy to date me)// i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me (complicated? I mean I only loved at him after I was told he liked me, plus it was really a crush or was it a squish?)// i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online.

Aesthetics:

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars (counts it if you are travelling on a car sleeping at night?) // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season.

Miscellaneous:

Tagging: @fabiochampioraro @distinguishedfifty @shieldmaiden-of-bird @collecting--stardust @flyingfabio and @suzuki-ecstar

#I was tagged #Get to know the blogger #Personal stuff

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racing-twinks · 8 months

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Thanks @collecting--stardust for tagging me. Sorry it took a while for me to do this but I appreciate being tagged so much! ❤️

Rules: bold stuff that applies to you and then tag your friends

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I'm tagging @mrgasly @motorized-clown-show @fireflies-in-june @eneabastianini23 and anyone who wants to do it! ❤️

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lcdrarry · 2 years

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LCDrarry Round-Up Post | Week 2

Happy reading, commenting and sharing! ;)

~Your LCDrarry Mods

PS: Please have a look at the author notes and tags on AO3 for additional information. Thank you!

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[Art] The Strictly Curse

Prompt: "Strictly Come Dancing", 2004-2022, Series Prompted by: The Artist Artist: Anonymous Art Medium: Watercolour Pencils Rating: General Audiences Warnings: none

Summary: When Harry and Draco are paired together in the first series of magical Strictly Come Dancing, the unthinkable happens. The Strictly Curse hits, and they fall in love.

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The flames are part of us

Prompt: "Promare", 2019, Hiroyuki Imaishi Artist: Anonymous Art Medium: Digital art Rating: General Audiences Warnings: none

Summary: Harry has never had any doubt to stop and extinguish the flames and their fire wielders. After his first encounter with their Leader Draco Malfoy, Harry is starting to get suspicious of the Ministry and their intentions to catch every witch and wizard that can control fire.

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Howl's Moving Drarry

Prompt: "Howl's Moving Castle", 2004, Hayao Miyazaki Prompted by: @honeyrinee Artist: Anonymous Art Medium: Digital art Rating: General Audiences Warnings: none

Summary: A digital screenshot redraw from Studio Ghibli's Howl's Moving Castle featuring Harry as Sophie, and Draco as Howl.

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Glowing like a star

Prompt: "Stardust", 2007, Matthew Vaughn Prompted by: alrespirar Artist: Anonymous Art Medium: Digital art Rating: General Audiences Warnings: none

Summary: A star shines brightly when his heart is happy.

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Purge

Prompt: The Forever Purge", 2021, Everardo Valerio Gout Prompted by: The Author Author: Anonymous Word Count: 8,914 words Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Alternate Universe - The Purge Fusion, Guns, Weapons, Breaking and Entering, Drinking, Foster Care, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Running Away, Torture, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Blood and Violence, Murder, Arson, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Morally Grey Harry Potter

Summary: Harry had made it fifteen years through foster care before he packed up his things at age sixteen and ran. The American dream, that's what it was called in movies, right? Maybe he could have that too. The Purge was only once a year and usually a little price to pay. Until the American dream turned out to be a posh Brit moving in next door just before the Purge, revealing secrets to Harry he had never dared to dream of.

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Summer Place

Prompt: "WandaVision", 2021, Series Prompted by: Anaxandria Artist: Anonymous Word Count: 14,201 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Accidental drug use

Summary: Draco has the perfect life: a perfect house on a perfect street with his perfect husband. It’s all he’s ever wanted. So why does something still feel wrong?

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Woke Up This Morning

Prompt: "Russian Doll", 2019, Series Prompted by: @Fantalf Author: Anonymous Word Count: 10,553 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: Temporary character deaths

Summary: The party was swirling on the other side of the door. Harry opened his eyes, looked at his reflection in Luna’s bathroom mirror, and said as calmly as he could, “What the fuck.” Harry Potter keeps dying. And dying. And dying again, and Draco Malfoy is sharing his death loop.

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How To Train Your Werewolf

Prompt: "How to Train Your Dragon", 2010, Chris Sanders & Dean DeBlois Prompted by: @ghaniblue Author: Anonymous Word Count: 14,485 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: Werewolves, small descriptions of violence, wounds, blood and injury, light angst

Summary: Werewolves are the largest group of outcasts in the whole Wizarding World. One night, every month, they attack everything that comes across their path. Somehow Draco Malfoy finds himself living in a village that gets attacked frequently by a nearby werewolf pack.

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catch a falling star

Prompt: "Stardust", 2007, Matthew Vaughn Prompted by: alrespirar Author: Anonymous Word Count: 27,747 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: mild gore, violence

Summary: A star falls. A hidden evil stirs. And beyond the wards of The Wall, three friends embark on a quest in a twice-magic land. Their mission? Retrieve the fallen star and win a date with the lovely Cho Chang. But nothing across the Wall is what it seems. And for Harry Potter, finding the star is only the beginning. Harry was off his broom in an instant, lost in a fantasy of bestowing Cho with a glittering rock the size of his fist. Its beauty would pale beside Cho’s soft smile. 'I knew it would be you, Harry,' she’d whisper, her hair falling in a gentle curtain as she leaned in to— “Were you trying to kill me with that glorified tree branch, or are you as blind as those hideous glasses suggest?”

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Our Time

Prompt: "Arrival", 2016, Denis Villeneuve Prompted by: The Author Author: Anonymous Word Count: 39,761 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Time weirdness, disorientation, break up/make up (with an HEA), a bit of trauma and grief

Summary: Draco Malfoy is an expert in Ancient Runes at Oxford University’s College of Advanced Magical Studies. When he isn’t at the head of a lecture hall, he spends his time alone in cavernous libraries with only crumbling scrolls and runic dictionaries for company. One day, a group of Ministry officials interrupts his research with the aim of recruiting him to lead an elite team of investigators in a top-secret race against time to decrypt a set of recently uncovered ancient runes that threaten the very fabric of time. Draco feels certain he can save the world, if only he didn’t keep getting distracted by his co-lead, one Chief Cursebreaker Harry Potter. If only that distraction didn’t evolve into something so much more.

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Behind the Playlist - Transformers: Prime Edition (Part 2 of 22: Alpha Trion)

Link to the other posts in my Behind the Playlist series

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In TFP, Alpha Trion doesn’t get much screen time, so the majority of my song choices are based on how his character is written in the Aligned novels. This playlist is composed entirely of instrumentals.

Intended overarching themes and/or qualities: Ethereal, Otherworldly, The Quiet Observer

My personal favorite(s) from this playlist: Morning’s Wings, Made of Stardust, Hidden, and A Welcoming

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Full song list and explanations under the cut:

Morning’s Wings by Tony Anderson

This song makes me think of all the careful and calculated thought Primus might have put into the creation of Alpha Trion—the only one of The Thirteen with a direct link to His own spark.

Quill by Somniscape

It’s stated in The Covenant of Primus that, with the exception of Thirteen, all of the original primes were given at least one object that was intended to work in tandem with them. Alpha Trion’s objects were The Covenant itself and The Quill, both of which could change form depending on the need while still maintaining their purpose—to record and keep information across space and time. “Quill” by Somniscape happens to be a fitting piece of music that embodies the mystical nature of the quill given to Alpha Trion at the beginning.

Made of Stardust by Epic Soul Factory

The title tells all that needs to be told.

Guardian by James Everingham

While all thirteen Primes are guardians of sorts, I see Alpha Trion as the guardian of history and memory. I have a personal headcanon that ties this to Soundwave, but I’ll hold off on sharing that for now. 😉

Premonition by Somniscape

Alpha Trion stated several times in The Covenant of Primus that, in addition to being a tool he could use to alter future events (within limits), The Quill would often come alive on its own and write in The Covenant about events yet to happen, usually in a language unknown to him until supernatural understanding would dawn on him at just the right time. Alpha Trion himself had excellent intuition, so that and the Quill being a prophetic object made me think this song belonged here.

A Lament For Peace by Ryan Taubert

All of Cybertron longed for peace in one way or another, but I think it weighed on Alpha Trion differently as one of the original thirteen who’d helped bring Cybertronian life into being.

Hidden by Antarctic Wastelands

Alpha Trion strikes me as a wintry and wise soul, which this song seems to convey beautifully.

This Too Shall Pass by Scott Buckley

Whether through his unique supernatural link to the spark of Primus or by some other means, I think Alpha Trion knew that Cybertron would see the light of day again. I could see him reminding himself and Smokescreen of that when things seemed hopeless. Smokescreen had to get some of his unsinkable enthusiasm from somewhere, right?

Infinite Destiny by Sergey Azbel

Alpha Trion knew of Optimus Prime’s destiny before he did. There are conflicting origin stories between the novels, but Alpha Trion was always in the role of a mentor and/or guide for Optimus as the young OP learned to walk his own path as a Prime and become a guardian and leader to those under him.

A Welcoming by Jordan Critz

This song reminds me of when Alpha Trion was ready to welcome Optimus back to the Allspark in Rebellion (season 3; ep. 4).

A Ripple In Time by Jordan Critz

As one of The Thirteen, Alpha Trion can function outside of space and time, and I like to think that he can go backward and forward in time if Primus wills it. One of my headcanons is that all thirteen Primes can do so if given a specific assignment from their creator. I say “by Primus’ Will alone” because otherwise, Megatronus The Fallen would have been able to wreak far more havoc on his own than he did between his fall and RiD.

Ancient by GreatAudioRecorded

He’s one of The Thirteen. Need I say more?

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Notes:

This post series is in alphabetical order. Next up are Arcee and Breakdown.

As I add more songs to the playlist, I’ll update this post.

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