#this is chiara's fault

[khaotunq]

idk i just think he's neat ⇢ First Kanaphan as Ryu (Wake Up Ladies, 2018)

[diari0deglierrori]

Wait when and how did the Fedez/Rosa thing get on the french memesphere ???

[nobody-zero3000]

Sneak Peak of DC X Marvel Fanfiction OC Fanfic Story

Beep. Beep.Beep.

"ha, Ha Ha HAHAHAHAHA!!!".......... "hurts more? A or B?"...........a boy, in his mid-teens, wearing a costume tied up, being beaten.............by a crowbar...........pain......hurt........anger.......sadness.....

..acceptance...........death.......................

more pain..............screaming, and green water............a man in a red helmet holding a gun to a clown's head?!

GIF by batboyzloverz

but this clown looks and feels............dangerous, insane, terrifying, sadistic.......evil. "IT'S HIM OR ME! You Have to Decide!......Him or ME! Decide!"

.............................another boy strapped down, struggling to get out..... chemicals, lab tools, pills, cigarettes, and other various stuff that she cannot or does not want to even think about how they are used on his poor defenseless boy....................it the clown..pushes the lever............... electricity running wild.................the boy screaming........................laughter.....she felt insanity. Still, she was more concerned about the pain, fear, and hopelessness. The boy is on his knees, laughing before crying............................

GIF by prissnukem

.......................another boy, wait it's not a boy, it's a man.....................he looked devasted, scared, alone, vulnerable, ............."my fault"......"I failed you."...........tears running down his face..............a woman is suddenly on top of him...........running her hands over him............."don't touch me"............"poisonous, numb.".............pain, betrayal, defeated, numb.................she won't stop even if he saying, pleading..............fighting monsters......... gets stabbed in the stomach....... then there's pain..............and insanity..............it's like he lost a big part of himself..............and something else entered him...

GIF by timohtydrake

........................a boy...... around the age of his late teens,........................ he is fighting a man......... he has strength and is doing well......until a girl with blonde hair throws a boulder his way......................... anger...pain... anger...but betrayal... sad.........the man is beating him up.........................

it's the young boy again, but much older........................ lasers come out of the creature's eyes............. zig-zagging....................... He steps in its path....................protecting another individual..................it hits him................extreme pain! being burned alive..............he yells out in pain..........................

AAAAAaaaaaahhhhhAAAaahhhhhhh!!! She screams out in agony, watery eyes widen (glowing white), and she is shaking, hands out in front of her, glowing.

Someone is running behind her, by her side, calling and yelling her name. But to her, it's like she's underwater, unable to hear a sound. It sounds like not one but many other voices calling out to her.

...Chiara...

..Chiara.

Chiara...

Chiara?

The voices are getting louder.

Chiara!

Chiara?!

"Chiara!!!"

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[shenenenigans]

You know, I wish I had seen her back then. I knew she died because blood was splattered everywhere in her room and her body was nowhere to be found, but the windows were completely opened.

It felt like I lost a part of myself back then. I think that’s why I chose to forget it.

Maybe it was my fault. I should’ve gotten there on time like I said I was. At the very least, I could’ve seen her before she died. I could’ve even saved her. But I didn’t. She was gone.

There was something I thought was odd, actually. This is the only thing I clearly remember, and… well. I found a rose in the puddle of blood at the center of her room. I don’t know how it got there, but it must mean something, right?

ROSA MELDOMONAC: An old form of life found on Earth before the aliens took over. I tried to synthesize one myself the best I could with Noct’s help, though I couldn’t quite figure out how to do it. Every time I tried, it wilted, like most plants did when they expired. It pissed me off.

I came up with something new, but I needed a test subject. I needed to know if my new idea would work. I needed someone that wouldn’t put up much of a fight, someone who would trust me enough to allow me to secretly slip them a drink mixed with the BONICA 82 solution I had made.

The BONICA 82 solution creates the “pink rose” flower I wanted to create. I wasn’t sure how well the rose would grow. Unfortunately, it only sprouted a bit out of my subject’s body before I had to shoot her in order for the flowers to bloom. I’m going to continue experimenting with the BONICA 82 solution and improving it over time. So far, only human test subjects have done very well. Chiara, despite being the first, had done the best out of all my trials. I assume this is because of her age and overall body type allowing an easier blooming process.

Maybe the Rosa meldomonac growing in her can preserve her body, just like Vera’s, though it is a different plant.

@bluemoonscape @rockwgooglyeyes @aakaneeee @starry-skiez @paradisedisconcert @4listr @pwippy @apriciticreveries @nottoonedin

[mqstermindswift]

"nicky's sleepover event"

inspired by @shefollowedthestars

a/n: hii!I feel like I haven't talked a lot with most of you nor have interacted that much with you :( that's mostly my fault,so I wanted to fix that and bond with you,I saw this event thing from @shefollowedthestars and it seemed really fun so I wanted to try it!I hope you have fun and enjoy this as much as I do (p.s. I made a few changes)

event ended on october 8

my intro post | posts about this event

cooking - send me an aesthetic,character,album,etc. and I'll make a moodboard for it!!

video games - send me a fandom,gender preference and 3 - 6 facts about you and I'll ship you with a character

(fandoms I'm familiar with: harry potter,marauders,marvel cinematic universe,the summer I turned pretty,barbie,ginny and georgia,the scream franchise and basically anything other fandom that I've mentioned in this blog)

tv marathon - send me a song/artist and I'll tell you my thoughts on it!! (could be an arist/song I've listened to or haven't before)

pillow fight - talk to me!!ask me questions,cym,kmk,anything <333

besties - send me this and I'll write a letter to you,full of things I love about you!! (mutuals only)

tagging followers:

@paqerings @bejeweled-13 @robinbuckleysgf @ariellekutz @evermqres @repwithtatiana @chiara-swiftiedreamer13 @taylorswiftaylor @shefollowedthestars @1989deluxeversiontaylorsversion @bettysparksfly @butyoupaintedmegolden @mcseattles @swiftiehalloween @its-ninah @tpwkmcrae @1386gh @yailtvs @thanyoucouldsaysabotage @crying-in-converse @yvenmyre @tswiftupdatess @anaheartstaylor @dearreaderrnights @swiftieannah @dreashappyworld @sharpasanaro @hazzasultimatekiwi @reputism @gracelovesfolklore @swiffermirroball @ava-taylors-version @tayrianazicons @eidenswift13 @wiidestdrearms @erastour13 @bookish-swiftie13 @mathteacherswifitie228 @andtheysaidspeaknow-13 @tates-rubberband @s1ckdiaryy @firebrand-witch @theboringava @geek-arama @spookygirls-blog @tinyexpertcoffee @dwindlinghaze @ur-lil-flo

So since I reached the limit I'll tag the rest of u in the comments

Thank you so much,never would I have ever imagined that I'd have so many amazing followers!!

I love you guys so much!! <333

I love you to the moon and the Saturn!!🪐🌙

[panoralis]

❝  I  CAN’T  SEE  MYSELF  THROUGH  YOUR  EYES  ˒  𝐢.  astre’s  anatomy

STAGE  NAME  :  chiara  ❪  키아라  ❫

BIRTH  NAME  :  yoo  hyejin  ❪  유혜진  ❫  ,  legalized  to  chiara  ainsworth

ENGLISH  NAME  :  chiara

BIRTHDAY  :  december  22  ,  2000  ❪  capricorn  ❫

BIRTH  PLACE  :  london  ,  united  kingdom

ETHNICITY  :  korean

KNOWN  FAMILY  :  adoptive  parents

LANGUAGES  :  english  ,  korean  ,  french  

⸻  𝐚.  darling  ,  how  do  i  LOOK ?

FACE  CLAIM  :  lee  gahyeon  of  dreamcatcher

HEIGHT  :  one  hundred  seventy  point  eighteen  or  five  feet  seven  inches

BODY  MODIFICATION(S)  :  standard  lobes  ,  stacked  lobe  ,  orbital  and  helix on left ear &  forward  helix  and  inner  conch  on  right  ear

⸻  𝐛.  watch  myself  bloom  through  the  DOWNPOUR .  

FLOWERS  :  one  of  the  most  prominent  mood makers  ,  she’s  capable  of  lighting  up  the  room  with  her  bubbly  persona  .  she’s  the  type  of  person  you  can  depend  on  during  sticky  situations  ,  even  if  you  can’t  give  her  anything  in  return  .  girl’s  got  too  big  of  a  heart  for  this  world  .  late  arrival  ?  she’s  never  heard  of  it  —  always  be  worried  if  she’s  either  not  on  time  or  early  .  

SHOWERS  :  misinterpreted  as  attention-seeking  due  to  how  she  leans  on  her  members  in  front  of  cameras  .  she’s  terrified  of  confrontations  so  she’ll  fold  easily  ,  even  if  she’s  not  the  one  at  fault  .  and  while  not  obvious  to  outsiders  ,  she  has  a  bad  habit  of  picking  out  her  flaws  ,  lowering  her  self  -  confidence  .  the  third  workaholic  of  the  group  ,  she  pushes  herself  too  much  so  she  can  be  “  on  par  ”  with  the  others  . 

⸻  𝐜.  you  will  always  be  my  CELEBRITY !

LABEL(S)  :  jyp  entertainment  ❪  2013  -  2017  ❫  &  astre  entertainment  ❪  2017  -  present  ❫

PROFESSION  :  idol  &  actress

GROUP  :  pandora

POSITION  :  vocalist  &  rapper

YET  YOU  NEVER  FAIL  TO  WEAR  MY  SMILE  ˒  𝐢𝐢.  and  her  history  ❞

❪  tw  :  bullying  ,  insecurities  ,  possible  abandonment  ❫

VINTAGE.  an  adopted  daughter  ,  chiara  knows  that’s  who  she  is  .  while  thankful  that  her  parents  were  transparent  with  her  about  this  matter  ,  especially  due  to  the  glaring  fact  that  she  looked  different  ,  sometimes  she  wishes  they  weren’t  .  kids  can  be  very  curious  ,  and  that’s  what  led  the  little  girl  to  wonder  things  like  why  did  her  biological  parents  give  her  up  ?  did  they  take  a  look  at  her  then  decide  they  don’t  want  her  ?

and  why  were  other  kids  so  ruthless  about  things  they  don’t  understand  ?

CURRENT.  in  terms  of  dreams  ,  she’s  a  late  bloomer  .  she  didn’t  even  think  about  becoming  an  idol  until  she  came  across  k-pop  artists  like  wonder  girls  ,  2ne1  and  girls’  generation  .  it  was  getting  scouted  by  an  agent  under  jyp  entertainment  that  pushed  the  envelope  for  her  .  the  eleventh  and  final  member  introduced  to  the  public  ,  chiara  was  terrified  yet  excited  to  see  where  this  could  lead  her  .  she’s  fondly  known  as  one  half  of  the  cherubies  because  of  her  squishy  cheeks  and  doll  eyes  .  more  often  than  not  ,  those  mochis  have  fallen  victim  to  her  members’  hands  .

[sarcasticmudkip]

I caved and made the rest of my OC-topath Traveler gang...

Orsino the Apothecary - For Freedom - posh stuck-up bitch doctor dude who was so much of a young prodigy when he ascended in the apothecary guild that he actually hasn't healed anyone in years. The guild is also a front for crime probably

Chiara the Cleric - For Life - the oldest sister of her church that everyone underestimates, but she's still got breath in her lungs so by the flame she's going out there on a quest to prevent kids from dying

Tuvya the Dancer - For Future - Mysterious, elusive, unreadable dancer boy with almost supernatural abilities...but I’m sure that’s just your imagination. Please let him rest. The premonition is tiring work..

Olympe the Merchant - For Revenge - The oldest daughter of one of the richest and most influential families in the land. She’s got money, security, beauty…but she wants what money can't buy....

Peyusha the Hunter - For Truth - The most skilled monster hunter of her village, that is until she ran away...when she found she was turning into a monster herself. Gee golly wonder what happened

Adelaide the Warrior - For Legacy - A talented and skilled warrior, set on becoming a legend and saving the world! However she is so kind and innocent that most of her would-be enemies just give up and relent of their evil ways before she has a chance to truly show up her dueling capabilities... How is one to be a hero of legend if they don’t truly fight anyone?

Thibault the Thief - For Purpose - The imposter among us. The puppet prince of a stolen throne. Doesn't really know who he actually is, and doesn't know if he should bother finding out

Henryk the Scholar - For People - da psychoanalytical dilf/gilf man. Cause everyone loves a philosophy professor! Well, except for the church, it seems…. It’s their fault for forcing a “heretic” up to a holy quest.

[khaotunq]

First Kanaphan as Ryu (Wake Up Ladies, 2018)

bonus, dance essentials:

[the-al-chemist]

Artemis Hexley: The Wilderness Years

Chapter 5: Luck of the Irish

A/N: Having won four tickets in a raffle, Artemis goes with her friends to the Quidditch World Cup, where they encounter some familiar faces. OCs referenced in this chapter belong to @lifeofkaze, @kc-and-co, @thatravenpuffwitch and @drinkyoursoupbitch. Warnings: some borderline NSFW jokes.

On the morning of the Quidditch World Cup final, Artemis, Tonks, and Chiara travelled down from London to Dartmoor, making a pit-stop at a small town in East Devon, on the edge of which a tall, higgledy-piggledy house stood in the middle of a yard surrounded by orchards.

“Oh, girls! It’s just lovely to see you!” exclaimed the plump, red-haired witch who opened the door to them. “Bill and Charlie are in the kitchen. Come on in, you’re just in time for breakfast.”

Bill and Charlie Weasley’s mother Molly ushered the girls through to the kitchen, where her two oldest sons were eating crumpets and drinking tea. Artemis hugged Charlie from behind on her way to the empty seat next to Bill, who reached over and ruffled her hair as she sat down. 

“Long time, no see,” he said. “How are things with you, Little One?”

“Not bad,” replied Artemis. She frowned at him. Poking out from his long red hair was an earring shaped like a fang. “Have you pierced your ear?”

“So observant.”

“Don’t you get me started on that earring!” Mrs Weasley huffed as she used her wand to set three more places at the breakfast table. “Honestly, why such a handsome boy would decide to poke a great big hole in his ear-”

“It’s a tiny hole, mum.”

“A hole is a hole, William!”

Bill said nothing, but he smirked and cocked one of his eyebrows, and next to Artemis, Tonks choked on her tea.

“Where’s Percy?” Charlie asked, looking around suddenly. “Did he decide to get the early Portkey with dad and Mr Diggory?” 

“No, dear. I think he’s just making sure that he’s got everything sorted for work so he can enjoy the weekend,” said Molly. She turned and smiled at the three girls. “Percy’s just started in the Department of International Magical Co-Operation. We’re very proud of him.” 

Bill made a coughing noise that sounded suspiciously like the words ‘favourite child’. His mother ignored him as she continued:

“But, then, you must know that, Artemis. He’s been helping Mr Crouch with the Triwizard Tournament.”

Charlie tilted his head. “I thought that was supposed to be a secret.”

“Me too!”

“So did I!”

“That’s funny,” said Bill. He grinned at Artemis. “Well done, Little One. You’ve officially made this the worst kept secret at the Ministry of Magic.”

“It’s not my fault. Well, not entirely my fault,” Artemis retorted through a mouthful of crumpet. “I’m not the only one who’s been telling people, and I’ve not actually told that many people, either.”

“You did tell Penny, though,” murmured Chiara.

“No I didn’t.”

“Didn’t you?” 

“Obviously not.” 

“Oh. My bad,” Tonks said with a grimace. “I assumed you’d told her, so…”

“Why would I tell Penny if it’s meant to be a secret? I’m not stupid.” Artemis rolled her eyes. “No, I only told you four, Ros, Kingsley, and my uncle. And Chester, of course.”

Mrs Weasley placed her cutlery down. 

“Yes, of course,” she said, turning her full attention to Artemis, who shrunk back in her chair. “I’ve been looking forward to hearing about this new boyfriend of yours.”

“I mean, he isn’t that new anymore. We’ve been seeing each other since February or March, I think.”

“Really?” Tonks’ eyes widened in faux-innocence. “I thought you started seeing quite a lot of each other in January.”

Thankfully, Tonks’ comment bypassed Mrs Weasley entirely, for she continued to ask questions as if she hadn’t heard her.

“And? What is he like? What does he do? What does his family do? Is he nice to you?”

Artemis had to work to remember what Mrs Weasley’s questions were as she answered them.

“Um, well, he’s quite tall and very clever, he likes books and music, and he’s hard-working and sensible.”

“Sensible is good. I always think that there’s something to be said for sensible.”

“He does something in the Council of Magical Law. They don’t call it training, but it’s basically training, and he plays the piano. His mum and dad are both Healers and his brother is still at Hogwarts. I think he’s in Fred and George’s year,” Artemis said. That was almost all of the questions answered, but what was the last one? “Oh, yeah. Yeah, he’s very nice to me.”

“Oh, that is good,” said Mrs Weasley, sounding almost relieved. She turned to Tonks and Chiara. “What about you two? Any boyfriends?” Both of them shook their heads, and Mrs Weasley frowned. “What about that funny boy, Chiara? Charlie’s friend, I can’t remember his name.”

“Jae?” Chiara shook her head and smiled half-heartedly. “No, we broke up over a year ago.”

“Oh. Oh dear. That is a shame,” Mrs Weasley sighed and patted Chiara’s hand. “But girls, remember, if you’re struggling with your love life - you too, Artemis, if anything should happen with you and Chester - you know where I am.”

“Thanks, Molly.”

“I have a lot of sons. There’s more than enough for all of you.”

“Mum, what the-”

“For Godric’s sake, mother…”

“Language, William!” Molly tutted loudly. “And there’s no need to look at me like that, either. You know, when your father was twenty-three, he was married with two children.”

“That’s because Dad happened to meet the love of his life when the two of you were about thirteen or fourteen,” said Bill. “I, on the other hand-”

“Meet the new love of your life every few months?” Artemis asked. She flashed a mischeivous grin at Charlie, who almost smirked, and Bill pulled a face at her.

“Shall we talk about something else?” he asked loudly. “Who are you all wanting to win later?”

“Ireland, obviously,” said Chiara, her accent more pronounced than usual, and Bill inclined his head at her.

“Of course, sorry. Stupid question. Is it just the three of you going?”

“No, we’re meeting Penny and Andre there. Penny’s been with her family in Cornwall this week so she’ll be coming from that direction, and Andre’s been there since Wednesday. He managed to bag tickets to both semi-finals, too.”

“Lucky guy,” said Charlie. “Apparently loads of people missed out on getting any tickets at all.”

“Not you boys, though,” Mrs Weasley beamed. “You were very lucky indeed. Arthur managed to get tickets for all of them in the top box! He was just given them at work, fancy that!”

Artemis made a non-committal noise, and Tonks groaned loudly.

“I’m so jealous,” she said. “It’s your fault, Artemis. You got my hopes up with our tickets.”

“What happened with your tickets?”

“I got confused about what seats we had,” Artemis said quickly.

“She thought we had ten seats in the top box when we actually only had four in the cheap stands.”

“Blimey, Artemis,” laughed Bill. “How did you manage to get that confused?”

“The seats all had numbers on. You know I’m bad with numbers. Pass me the marmalade.”

Bill carried on laughing at Artemis’ expense as he reached over to pass a jar to her, apparently oblivious to the peculiar way Charlie was now looking at her. Artemis avoided eye contact and started to spoon marmalade onto a crumpet. She was only halfway through eating it when Bill and Charlie’s younger brother - and one of Molly Weasley’s many sons - Percy burst into the kitchen, looking rather flustered.

“Are you still having breakfast?” he asked. “You know Dad is making us food when we get there, don’t you?”

“Exactly. Dad’s making it.”

“So?”

“So it might not be edible.”

“Yeah, you might want to stock up now while you still can.”

“There’s no time,” Percy tutted. “We need to go now, or we might not get through the security checks in time.”

“We should probably go, too,” said Chiara. “We can’t really leave Penny to sort out the tent by herself, especially as we aren’t supposed to use magic with the Muggles around.”

“She’s got Andre with her, hasn’t she?”

“Andre barely handled the idea of camping, I think asking him to actually put up the tent might send him over the edge,” Artemis muttered. “Come on, let’s get there and enjoy it.”

Mrs Weasley declined their offers of helping to tidy up the kitchen, but she insisted on giving them a small picnic basket full of food for lunch and a hug each before they left the house. Once they were outside, Artemis heard Charlie’s voice whisper in her ear:

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“You know what,” he said, his voice still so low that only she could hear him. Before she could reply, he was already a couple of feet away from her.

“Everyone ready?” Bill asked. “Well, then. Quidditch World Cup, here we come!”

The six of them Apparated to a narrow lane that led to a small cottage with a gate. Beyond it, a large field extended up a rolling hill, filled with hundreds upon hundreds of colourful tents. The sounds of cheering and chanting and several different overlapping songs could be heard, and far off in the distance someone was setting off fireworks. Artemis smiled, her heart lifting and racing with excitement and anticipation.

Mr Weasley and Penny had already arrived and paid Mr Roberts, the Muggle owner of the field, for their tent pitches. Having taken directions from Mr Roberts, the Weasley boys and the no-longer-Hufflepuff girls parted ways.

To Chiara’s relief, the girls’ pitch was in the middle of the Ireland supporters’ part of the campsite, and on their way through the maze of tents they bumped into several people they recognised: former school Quidditch commentator Murphy McNully was there with his grandmother, his new wife Katriona and some of Artemis’ old teammates, Orion, Skye, and Lizzie; her friend and one-time boyfriend Barnaby Lee was with his fiancée Ellie and her family; and Tonks swore blind that she spotted Donaghan Tremlett from the Weird Sisters sharing a cigarette with one of his bandmates. Eventually, having disentangled themselves from several conversations and spirited hugs, they found Andre Egwu lounging in a deckchair with his feet on top of a large suitcase and flicking through the latest edition of Starkers? Bizarre! magazine while Penny sat cross-legged on the ground, a partly-erected tent in front of her.

“Not a bad effort, Pen,” said Tonks. “These two thought you’d never manage without us.”

“That isn’t what we said.”

“Oh, it’s okay. I was in the Brownies, so it’s not the first time I’ve put a tent up.” Artemis wasn’t sure what brownies had to do with tents, but she nodded as if what Penny said made sense. Penny got up and hugged the others before looking down at her tent and admitting, “Though I wouldn’t mind a little help. Andre can’t because he had a manicure on Tuesday.”

Andre held up one of his hands, the fingernails of which were incredibly neat and shiny-looking. 

“Also, I wanted to rent a quaint little holiday cottage in one of the nearby villages,” he said. “The tent was your idea, you can put it up.”

“Hang on,” said Artemis, wrinkling her nose. “You’ve been here three nights already. Where’ve you been sleeping until now?”

���A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell, darling.”

Andre returned his attention to his magazine, and the girls finished putting up the tent without his help. By the time they had finished moving their sleeping bags, rucksacks, and Andre’s suitcase inside, adorned their faces with green and gold glitter, and eaten the picnic lunch Mrs Weasley had packed for them, it was almost time for them to make their way to the stadium. Luckily, they allowed themselves plenty of extra time for the journey, for as their walk took them deeper into the camp, they encountered even more acquaintances - mainly Penny’s - who all stopped to make small talk with them, and as they neared the woods that held the stadium, they found many stands and stalls selling different kinds of trinkets and merchandise.

“Now, this is what I’m talking about,” said Andre, and he promptly sauntered off to look at boutique Quidditch jerseys.

“Oh, look! Omnioculars!” Tonks pointed at a nearby stall. “I want some.”

“They’re ten Galleons a pair, Tonks.”

“So? We’re going to need them now that we’re not in the top box.”

“They’ll probably have some cheaper further on,” reasoned Penny, before Artemis had the chance to respond.

Penny’s prediction was soon proved to be correct, for not long after, they saw a stall selling Omnioculars for only three Galleons a pair.

“That’s a bit suspicious, don’t you think?” Artemis said, narrowing her eyes at the stall, where a dark-haired wizard was serving a witch wearing a red jumper with the name ‘Krum’ emblazoned on the back of it. 

“Come on, before that Bulgarian supporter buys the lot of them!”

Tonks grabbed Artemis’ arm and half-dragged her to the stall. As they approached it, Artemis recognised the wizard selling the cheap Omnioculars.

“Tonks, maybe we should go somewhere else…”

But it was too late to go elsewhere, because as bad luck would have it, the wizard had seen them, too. He laughed out loud.

“Fancy seeing you here, Hex!” he called out, and Artemis and Tonks shared nervous glances. “What can I get for you two witches?”

“Let’s just buy the omnioculars quickly and leave before Chiara gets here,” whispered Tonks. She raised her voice again. “Wotcher, Jae. How much discount can we get if we buy five of those Omnioculars?”

“Buy four, get the fifth for free, and just because it’s you, I’ll throw in a free keyring. Even without the keyring, twelve Galleons isn’t half bad for five; matey over there is doing them for a tenner a pair.”

“Are his better than these ones, then?” Artemis asked, and Jae shook his head.

“Nah, he’s just ripping people off. Thank you, madam,” he said to the Bulgarian supporter, who handed him six Galleons and took two pairs of omnioculars. Once she had left, he leaned across the counter and began to speak with his voice lowered. “Okay, honestly? Yeah, these are just cheap knock offs. I’m not saying that they’re bad, but if it’s real quality you’re after, you need to get the proper ones.”

Tonks nodded. “Got it. So, how much difference in quality are we talking?”

“There you are!” Penny’s voice cut Jae off before he could answer. “You took off so quickly we didn’t see where you went. Did you find… Oh.” 

Her blue eyes widened at the sight of Jae, and she bit her lip as she turned around to look at Chiara, whose face was a passive mask. Her eyes, however, were filled with so many emotions that Artemis’ head spun to look at them.

“Chiara,” said Jae, his salesman-like persona dropping like a tail from a newt. “It’s, er… How are you?”

“I’m well, thank you. How are things with you?”

“Yeah. Yeah, great. I was just… What was I saying? Oh, yeah. Quality. Let’s put it this way, the higher end Omnioculars will set you back a hefty sum, but they’ll probably last you for the whole of the next league season.”

“And these?”

“I mean, they’ll see you to the end of this match.” Jae scratched the end of his nose. “Providing Krum catches the Snitch relatively quickly, that is.”

One of Chiara’s pale eyebrows quirked slightly, and Jae looked down at the floor. Tonks cleared her throat loudly. 

“Yeah, I’ll probably invest in some for next season. Thanks for the advice though,” she said. “Chiara, do you remember where the other ones were? I’ve forgotten.”

“We’ll get some drinks and meet you at the stadium,” Penny called after them as they rushed away. She smiled politely at Jae. “Lovely to see you. I do hope you’re keeping well.”

Jae said nothing, just shrugged his shoulders and started to rearrange the knock-off Omnioculars. Penny and Artemis left him to it.

“Oh dear,” Penny sighed, as they queued at a nearby stall selling self-refilling pint glasses, “I hope Chiara won’t be upset now. This was meant to be a fun night for us, I hate to think of it being ruined for her like that.”

“It’s been over a year since they broke up, she’s probably not that upset,” replied Artemis, though having seen the look in Chiara’s eyes minutes before, she doubted whether what she was saying was true.

“Yes, I suppose so. Do you know why they broke up? She never actually told me.”

“She never really told me either. She just said that trust was a bit of an issue.”

“Well, that would make sense. Jae’s lovely, but he can be a little dodgy sometimes. Just look at what he was selling just now. Also, Barnaby told me that Wendy mentioned at work that Ben found out…”

Artemis quickly zoned out, not really interested in whatever gossip Penny had found out about Jae Kim. She was more concerned about Chiara, and even more than that, excited about the match, which would soon be beginning. By the time she and Penny had bought their drinks, walked the lantern-lit path through the woods to the enormous stadium, and found their friends, they were able to take their seats just as the game was about to begin. Artemis felt her skin prickle with anticipation as the magically amplified voice of Ludo Bagman boomed across the pitch from the direction of the top box, even louder than the thousand-strong crowd:

“Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!”

Artemis quickly zoned out, not really interested in whatever gossip Penny had found out about Jae Kim. She was more concerned about Chiara, and even more than that, excited about the match, which would soon be beginning. By the time she and Penny had bought their drinks, walked the lantern-lit path through the woods to the enormous stadium, and found their friends, they were able to take their seats just as the game was about to begin. Artemis felt her skin prickle with anticipation as the magically amplified voice of Ludo Bagman boomed across the pitch from the direction of the top box, even louder than the thousand-strong crowd:

“Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!”

[knight-engale]

Achilles, Come Down

Rating: M (I think)

Word Count: 1.4k

Trigger Warnings: Parental death (referenced), suicide ideation and attempt, emotional neglect

Author's Note: Morgan lore, but not in a good way. This one has some really heavy and triggering themes, so I won't fault anyone for skipping it. I'd say "enjoy the read", but I don't think that would be the appropriate term here.

Hasani sat back in his desk chair, groaning.

He’d just finished using that enchanted mirror of Amaya’s to talk to his sister-in-law, Chiara. The decision they’d reached was gut-wrenching. Heartbreaking. However, it had to be done, for Mórnkan’s safety. He knew she wouldn’t like it, but she would understand when she was older. Amaya had always been apprehensive about sending their daughter out to sea anyway. This solution would have satisfied her fears. It was what she would have wanted.

Hasani rose, drawing in a deep breath, and straightened out his shirt. No time like the present to get this over with. He hesitated only a moment before leaving his office and wandering the cold, polished hallways to find his daughter.

There was no sound as he walked, aside from the sound of his footsteps--and even those were muffled by his house slippers. This whole building was so unwelcoming after Amaya’s death. The home he’d grown up in, the home he’d raised his daughter in…now as lifeless and cold as a grave. It made him shiver despite the air being relatively warm.

It only took a few minutes to reach Mórnkan’s room. His eyes were drawn to the paper on the door, kept in place by a knife. He could barely recognize his daughter’s handwriting; it was rushed and sloppy, the first time he’d seen it in such a state. A pit formed in his stomach as he scanned the words.

Father,

I’ve had enough. I can’t keep up with everything I’m expected to do. I miss mama. I miss Dess. I’m so tired, and the cliffs promise rest. Give my animals to Peri, and tell her I love her.

- Your little bird.

Hasani’s heart beat faster and faster with every word. This…couldn’t be what it looked like. His little girl wouldn’t do that. His perfect, sweet Mórnkan would never. But then, she hadn’t been herself in weeks. He ripped the note down, scanning it again. Where was she? The ink was still wet. She couldn’t have gone far yet.

The note fluttered to the ground as Hasani began to run. He stumbled on the stairs, flew out of the heavy front doors. They closed behind him with a resounding bang that he barely heard. The dry, knee-high grass parted for him as if he were the very wind. There was already a path, a line where the grass didn’t stand quite so tall. Not far off, he could see a figure with unmistakable hair, dangerously close to the cliffs.

Hasani tripped over a rock, cursing loudly as he fell. Mórnkan paused, then began to run. Hasani couldn’t stand fast enough. He barely noticed that his slippers had come off in the fall.

“Mórnkan!” he bellowed as his daughter drew close to the edge. Mórnkan startled, turning.

“Go away.” Her voice was weak and hoarse, like she’d been crying for a long time.

“Mórnkan, step away from the edge this second! I will not allow you to do whatever it is you intend to.”

“Don’t you have better things to do than worry about me?”

“Of course not! You’re my daughter, I won’t stand aside while you throw your life away!”

Mórnkan laughed darkly, turning to face the cliffs again. “Yes, you would. You’ve done it before. I’m sorry, father. There’s just…nothing left for me. I want my mama.”

She started walking again. Hasani moved faster, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back with more force than he intended. Mórnkan gasped and stumbled, half falling to the ground. She tried to tug her hand away, but his grip was too firm as he began to haul her back to the manor.

“What were you thinking, Mórnkan?!” He didn’t mean to shout, but how could he do anything else? “You would really rather die than…than anything else?”

“Yes! There’s nothing, I don’t, there isn’t any reason for me!” Mórnkan strained to even speak, trying to keep up with his longer, faster strides.

“Of course there’s reason for you to live! Your mother died to save your life. Dying now would be spitting in her face!”

“She made a mistake! She should have saved herself!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, any decent parent would have done the same. Why would you throw her sacrifice away?!”

“Because she made a mistake, I should have died instead!”

Hasani held her wrist more tightly. Her skin felt unnaturally warm. How strange. “That’s a ridiculous statement, and you know it. You’re better than this, Mórnkan. What will it take to snap you out of this? Why didn’t you talk to me?”

“I tried! I tried, but you, you kept ignoring me- What are you doing? That hurts, stop!” She tried harder to get her hand back, going so far as to use her free hand to attempt to pry his hand away.

“I’m not doing anything, and I’m not letting go of you until you are safely back home. You’re avoiding the question; why wouldn’t you just talk to me about this?”

“I tried to! I tried to, and every time, you told me you couldn’t talk yet!” Mórnkan’s voice was shaking, like she was crying. “You keep brushing me off! I’m done with it! You, it’s like you don’t even care-”

“Of course I care! If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t have come to get you! If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have arranged for you to stay somewhere safer! I don’t know where you get those ideas from!”

“You arranged what...?”

“You’re going to Vesuvia as soon as I can manage it.” Hasani threw the back door to the manor open and marched Mórnkan into the kitchen. He didn’t stop walking once they were inside, though, instead heading towards her bedroom upstairs.

“What?!”

“I’ve been talking to your aunt Chiara, and she agreed to take you in as a student. It’s clearly far safer for you in Vesuvia, seeing as how you nearly died when you went out to sea.”

“But I don’t, I don’t want to, I barely even know Aunt Chiara, I thought she hated you?”

“We have our differences, but protecting Amaya’s child is something we agree on.”

“You can’t send me away! You can’t, it’s not fair!” Mórnkan whimpered, trying once again to jerk her arm free. It was still far warmer than it should have been. “I’ll be alone, I don’t wanna be alone…”

“It’s for your own good, Mórnkan. You’ll understand eventually. And you won’t be alone, you’ll have your cousins. Chiara said she has an errand boy at her shop who’s about your age, too. You’ll have more kids your age to talk to than you have here.”

“That’s not what I mean. I don’t want my cousins, I don’t want other kids! I’m not a kid anyway, I’m seventeen. I want my parents!” She let out a choked sob. “It’s not fair, you can’t just send me away!”

“It’s not your decision, Mórnkan. You’re going to have to live with it.” He opened the door to her bedroom and made her sit down on her bed. “But for now, you’re going to stay right here and start packing. You need to be ready whenever I can get transportation arranged.”

“You’re not even going to sail me there yourself?” Mórnkan looked up at him with big eyes, holding her arm close to her chest.

“I never said that. I’ll go with you to drop you off if I can. If I can get enough of the crew to work some overtime, I’ll even take you there on the Lady Circe. But I can’t make any promises. I might have to send you by yourself.”

Mórnkan didn’t respond to that for a long moment. Her head lowered, her gaze turning to the arm he’d been holding. “...Okay. I…see how it is.”

“I knew you’d see reason. You’re a smart girl. Now take a minute to breathe, and start gathering your things.”

Mórnkan nodded slowly, still staring at her arm and wrist. Hasani looked at her wrist as well, wondering why she was so fixated on it. Ah. That would explain why her skin had been warm. He wasn’t sure where the burn had come from, though. Had it even been there before?

“Do you want some water for that?” His voice was more gentle now. Mórnkan shook her head quickly. “...Very well. Tell you what, you focus on healing that up. I wouldn’t want you to be injured. After that, you can rest. We’ll start the packing process tomorrow.”

“...Yes, father.”

[chiara-lobosca]

Location: Forbidden Forest Date: January 1st @moonbiting​

Chiara was restless, and she couldn’t stop the anxiety brewing as she sat on a log a ways away from the clearing. It had officially been two years that she had been with the pack, and she didn’t regret a second of it. They were her family. Which was why it was so surprising that she felt like this. She missed her parents and her siblings, and she hated the feeling. It made her feel guilty. It made her feel like she was betraying Greyback and the pack and she couldn’t do that. It was all their fault that she was like this. Why hadn’t her parents just given her over to him when he bit her? It would have saved them all so much heartache and pain. If they had done the right thing instead of trying to make her normal than she wouldn’t have had to live with all of the pain and secrets and lying. Her life would have been simpler.

She nearly growled when she heard the snapping of a twig behind her. Of course someone had to come find her. It was probably Scarlett, who she adored, but she wanted to be alone. Was that so hard? She reached up angrily to wipe away at her face. Stop crying.

“What?” She snapped, refusing to move or look at the approaching figure. “I said to leave me alone, Scarlett.” 

[moomoorare]

Also i think I'm still absorbing the bad news

vent under read more. Don't read if you're triggered by cancer

we got the news that my grandma has the bad type of cancer but it's a early stage so we have hope. What worries me is that her and my mother are the absolute worst together. They enable each other in the worst ways, especially my mother has been such an asshole lately, been doing some really disgusting things. And my grandma defends her all the time. They gaslight each other into believes lies they make up and already my mother is thinking the worst of the worst. I mean. I guess sign she had cancer I'd be worried but positive. I wouldn't be like... Well how she is. God I hate her. She plays nice bc she sees me once a month. God. I cannot even. God. I don't even want to think about her. I'm just worried about my grandma. But it's like. You see I get the things I have from them. Bipolar. Social and general anxiety. Ocd. Proable Autism. ADHD. So imagine the fucking clash when three different type of personalities interact. My grandma is constantly a pessimist kinda depressed style, my mother fluctuates so fast you get nausea, usually it's always everybody's fault and is so fucking aggressive. I'm the one that's chill, too much for my own good, but I'm the analytical one. And Im hopeful and cheery all the time, I mean better since I left home bc i was a mess. And its a struggle reasoning with them. Like I kid you not, they're so fucking dumb. Like not even being mean. Literally like a rock, cannot move their train of thought. ANYWAYS

I surely have the feeling of doom hovering over my head, especially since my family members are like oh Chiara do you know have you heard yYe s I did what do you think?? I talk with my siblings. But the weight still hasn't hit me yet, and I won't let it. But it's gonna dawn on me soon and it's gonna feel heavy. Still. I do not want to go back the way I felt . So I'll keep looking forward. U know that meme of "it is what it is". It's my mind. If a thing is unchangeable, or I can't do anything about it, there's no need for me to torture myself about it. Acknowledge it. But don't let it being me down. Because I've been in a very bad place. And I know how hard it is to come out of it. And I don't want to fall back down again.

[aeternals]

bambi @sonderiings said, “ Oh no — No no no, I am so — so sorry!”

rationally, quinn knows it's his own fault. rayli was always telling him not to walk around with his head up his ass and, honestly, he wasn't. it was planted firmly on the job listings illuminated on his hand terminal, thank you very much. he couldn't always wait for someone like chiara or desiderius to reach out. sometimes they had to take the more normal paying shit to cover all the refuels and restocks until the bigger things came.

still, he can hear the i told you so echoing through his brain. it's not mad. rayli was always slightly amused by life just like quinn was slightly annoyed. maybe that's why they'd been so good together.

maybe that's why they worked well together.

quinn was the fist and rayli was the head. she the shield and he the sword. when one couldn't think straight the other did it for them.

didn't mean he wasn't real sad about the coffee he'd just spilled all over himself. who walked into who? he honestly say because his eyes were angled towards the ground, scrolling and scrolling to find something juicy.

" it's... " eyes close, nostrils flare, and quinn sighs through the frustration. unlike chicago, he couldn't just go around punching everything on tycho. " it's fine. i wasn't watching where i was going. you okay? "

[citrusreadstoa]

Reading The Hidden Oracle: Chapter 38 (SPOILERS)

"The plague spread." These are not promising starting words.

"Strangely enough, Damien White got sick right after he learned that Chiara was sick. The two had cots next to each other in the infirmary . . . even though they kept sniping at each other whenever they knew they were being watched." OTP OTP OTP

"recruiting whales and hippocampi to help him haul away the Colossus." How're they gonna get rid of the oil? Would the seashells and sand dollars that Percy used that the Triple G Ranch and in the Manhattan rivers work in this scenario?

"his own weathered, bearded mien." MIEN (n.): a person's look or manner, especially one of a particular kind indicating their character or mood

"The canoe dock could be rebuilt." And guess who's gonna be rushing to be the first to use it? None other than our best worst Canoe Duo!

"The Colossus's footstep craters could be repurposed as convenient foxholes or koi ponds." I really like the koi pond idea.

"The only major damage was to the Demeter cabin . . . the Colossus had managed to step on it before turning around" I'll bet that was on purpose. What if Nero goes after Miranda and Billie and any of Meg's other half-siblings as a warning to her?

Oh wait, is Apollo going to get slapped in the face by the Styx for using the plague arrow on the Colossus? Ah, the Styx's slaps are relatively gentle, anyway.

"At the moment, I did not want to be Apollo. All the destruction I saw below me... it was my fault." You know, this is one of the few times when the protagonist wallows over a disaster or conflict being their fault and I actually agree somewhat. The villain being his distant descendant, he's responsible for them to a degree and his neglect of his duties as a god allowed them to grow their power. Most of the Oracles being lost is his fault, but I am hesitant to blame the loss of Delphi on him considering the lockdown state of Olympus and split personality going on when Python took it over. Lots of this is his fault, though.

"What I needed to do was to find her. I wondered if Meg had phrased her order that way on purpose, or if that was just wishful thinking on my part." 100% wishful thinking. There was too much going on at that time for Meg to think that much about her phrasing and even if she did, if she wanted to be found, she wouldn't have run away to begin with.

"I should leave Camp Half-Blood immediately, before the campers woke." Don't do that. That is unwise. Athena would never recommend that. Don't pull a Nico and suddenly disappear when no one is looking.

"I wanted to flirt with Chiara and steal her away from Damien... or perhaps steal Damien away from Chiara, I wasn't sure yet." Please do not.

"Because I was a coward, I waited too long." Same.

"Lord Apollo." I love how Rachel still calls him Lord Apollo when he clearly looks like Lester Papadopoulos.

"The Arrow of Dodona just gives random advice." Yeah, where did that arrow come from? I'm willing to bet it's just something that exists in Greek mythology with no further explanation. It talks and gives sage advice simply because it does. No further context.

"'I appreciate the offer of assistance, but--' 'Whoa.' Percy held up his hands." He's drawing a CLEAR line. No taking chances that he might end up going unwillingly on a quest again. "'I'll go,' Rachel said. I shook my head." Aw, I wanted to see The Wacky Misadventures of Rachel the Prophecyless Oracle and Apollo the Powerless Sun God. It'd be so interesting to see a mortal go on a quest normally intended for demigods!

"I've lost too many people to bad influence . . . We almost lost Nico, too..." Bullshit. Nico never once blinked in the general direction of Kronos's army.

"I didn't want to speak the words." No, not the limerick! "A limerick?" "I know! . . . I'm doomed!" No, not the limerick!

"Percy slapped his knee. 'There you go. Happiness approaches. Happy is a name'" I get that Percy knows Festus, but how does he know that he's a three-seater? He's only seen Festus in his dragon form when he picked up Gaea. I guess it's unreasonable to assume the Lost Trio never bragged about their own quest.

Where did Leo get all that Celestial bronze to rebuild Festus's body? They had a hard enough time getting enough bronze to repair the ship that one time with Echo and Narcissus.

Anyway, HAPPINESS APPROACHES. I never thought to link that to Festus!

[cicerobussytransplant]

🍓hii pls roast me god bless <3

i cant, but i tried beloved 🤧❤

anyway chiara you know i love you, youre gods funniest little soldier trudging through life, and god I must say your commitment to the bit is unparalleled and slightly beyond sanity. your freudsmilf era is deranged and remembered by all those with a freudian complex or two. they say it takes one freaky little lesbian to know another and thats what happened between you and ianthe, may you both be remembered in the same sentence forever amen. i love you so much i can almost forget that youre swiss. youre such a freak (complimentary) that now whenever i see that golden kamuy stuff i just go oh they eyefucking must have been good uh ☺ and thats your fault!!! as is your fault that your commitment to the bit makes me a worse person (like having a sideblog called sanjilovesjonmartin)

[arvadthecursed]

Happy Mother’s Day, what was your ocs mother like?

thank you for the ask, dear!

Slava's mother passed away when he was 10. Her death is a big driving factor for him; he keeps her final letter to him with him at all times.

His father remarried shortly after, and Slava was close to his stepmother, Darya.

Chiara never knew her mother. She was given over to her father right after her birth, and then handed to an orphanage bc of her status as a bastard of a nobleman.

Arzyna was orphaned as a child and taken in by Augustus Solomon.

Olympia had a rocky relationship with both her parents, and hasn't kept in contact with them following her being cursed and fleeing her post.

Ikal hasn't spoken to his parents since his brother's death, because he feels like it's his fault. His parents wish he'd come back home and see them again.

Sigurd had a good relationship with his mother, but she died shortly before the story began.