THIS storyline is incredible! Just…….ugh excuse me while I go and sob in the corner for a few weeks. That’s the real reason we’re getting this hiatus, guys. ALL THESE DAMN TEARS!! 😭😭💔❤
The Fitzsimmons WAS. ON. POINT. I cannot say it enough, Iain and Liz killed their scenes together, I was so floored by the raw emotion from both their characters. Seriously, this show deserves all the awards. Ming was killing it, Chloe was slaying, how are people talking about cancelling the show??! Those rumors kinda blindsided me. But again, HOLY FREAKING CRAP.
Now, stay strong guys. I know that during the hiatus we tend to form crazy intricate theories about the characters and their storylines and sometimes freak out so much that we’re disappointed when the real show comes back. I just had to quit a lovely show where the fandom got to crazy and I couldn’t enjoy it anymore, they ruined it 😖whatever happens in the Framework IS NOT REAL
REPEAT: THE FRAMEWORK IS NOT THE REAL WORLD
there are no doubt going to be some pretty heavy stuff happening to convince the others that their reality is fake. Think Arrow being captured by the Dominators combined with Whedon-level angst and darkness. It will be rough, but they will get through it.
Okay this is more to myself now, THEY WILL GET THROUGH IT THEY HAVE TO OKAY 😰
Talk of Fitzsimmons marrying? Jemma being completely broken after killing the LMD of Fitz? Her partnership with Daisy to get their loved ones back? Ward returning and seeing Daisy getting closure with him once and for all? Philinda stuff (real this time!!) coming to a head? This show is going to knock our socks off and I cannot wait.
Mother, I’ll never wake up from him, I have already travelled too far. My mouth is the color of his mouth and his arms are no longer his arms; they’re mute as smoke, as my first white dress, and the spear of his name, once ferocious, dissolves on my tongue. like sugar, like birdsong, I whisper it: Hades. -Cecilia Woloch
Your fingers traced over the intricately carved and blackened stone that made up the window before you. You gingerly sat upon the plush navy cushions decorating the seat just underneath the sill and sighed, looking down to your fingers folded on your lap. The bedroom held a hallow cold that seemed to cut through you, no matter how many layers you dressed your skin with.
You missed your mother, a deep longing ached in your heart for her that you had never experienced before. She had tried to rescue you, but you just couldn’t hold on long enough. You were so hungry, desperate for any sustenance to quiet your stomach. What you had considered as such a simple and heartfelt gesture before, you now realized was just a mask to keep you locked away.
Your fate remained the same for the rest of eternity. Six pomegranate seeds. Six seeds that would symbolize the six months of each year you were left to spend with your husband.
The world knew him as Hades or Pluto, but you knew him as Jinyoung. God of precious metals, king of darkness, and lord of the underworld.
You looked up from your hands and finally glanced out of the glass separating you from outside. Jinyoung’s mansion had been erected in a time before you were even thought of, placed directly along the edge of the Asphodel Meadows with a stunning view of Elysium.
You gazed over countless wandering souls in the distance, but your sight was immediately commanded to look toward your spouse, busy in the front lawn.
Oh, how you held such distain for him. No matter how handsome or charming he appeared to be, he was a kidnapper, a liar, and a fraud. You had been in his care for two months of your six month sentence, and he would never win your heart.
You had promised yourself that much.
You bit your lip, tilting your head as you stared at him. His frame was busy, dressed in casual clothes that weren’t his normal style. He wore dress slacks and a button down of course, but his feet were bare and his sleeves were pushed up to the elbows. His black tie, which was usually stiff against his neck was loosened, and he hurried to the edge of the bramble garden directly beneath your window.
You stood slightly, attempting to catch his movements as he disappeared. As you searched for him, you jumped, a loud and deep bark echoing across the land. You looked up again to see Cerberus, Jinyoung’s massive, multi-headed dog, bounding across the lawn. Jinyoung reappeared, a wide smile on his attractive face. He reached up, scratching Cerberus underneath his large jaw and shouted something to him that you couldn’t quite make out. As soon as the words had left his mouth, he broke out into a full sprint, running across the yard. Cerberus chased after him, his multiple snake-like tales wagging behind him.
Cerberus didn’t take long to catch up with JInyoung’s quick strides, eventually overtaking him and pushing him to the ground with a large paw. You gasped as the large dog stood over him, saliva dripping off of his large teeth. You winced just as you thought he was about to take Jinyoung by the throat, but decided to lick him instead.
“Yah! Cerberus!” Jinyoung chuckled, loud enough to be heard. He pushed at the large dog’s chest as he attempted to lay on top of him. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself at the sight. Surely if a dog as large and hateful as Cerberus could love Jinyoung, maybe you could as well.
Promises were made to be broken after all.
You sighed, adjusting the strap to the light blue gown you were wearing. Jinyoung had gifted it to you on your first night in the underworld, hoping it would appease you. He had left it with a small note, “to remind you of the sky.” The effect didn’t necessarily go over as he desired, making you more infuriated than anything.
You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and gripped the sterling handle of your bedroom door. You pushed it gently, allowing it to spring open for the first time in weeks, and slowly eased into the hallway.
Light R&B music drifted down the hall. You couldn’t help but smirk as you walked toward the sound. The hall was much longer than you had anticipated, furrowing your brows as you continued down it for what had to have been more than just a few minutes. Just as you thought you had decided to give up all hope, you finally saw a dim light peaking out from an open doorway. You nodded to yourself, readjusting your skirt one last time as you moved forward.
The music remained low as you entered the study, greeted by the sight of the back of Jinyoung’s head, pouring over a novel in his right hand. He held a glass of a deep red liquid, you presumed to be ambrosia, in his left. Before you even had a chance to clear your throat, Jinyoung sighed, his back becoming rigid.
“Hello darling,” he growled. He closed the book and placed his glass on the small table before him. He looked over his shoulder, giving you a kind smile. “It’s about time you came around.”
“Don’t test me…Hades,” you grumbled, your voice stern, you eased around the side of the lounge he was sitting on and sat beside him., keeping at least a two foot barrier of silk between you.
“Now, now,” Jinyoung cooed. “No need for that…
…I noticed you’re wearing the dress I selected for you.”
“It reminds me of my mother,” you nodded. “Of living things, of the sky.”
Jinyoung bit his lip, nodding to himself. “Your mother can visit whenever she desires, I-”
“She wouldn’t visit this place if you begged,” you sighed. “Because I know I have.”
“Is it too late to send her flowers?” Jinyoung chuckled bitterly. “Curry a bit of favor?”
“Much too late,” you muttered. “You probably should have thought of that after your foray into abduction.”
He nodded, remaining silent. His eyes slowly lifted, searching your face for any emotion, when your gazes met. It was the first time you had looked at him. Really looked at him.
He was breathtaking. Dressed in an evening shirt and signature black slacks. His hair was carefully styled, pushed away from his face to better highlight his cheekbones and strong jaw. His focus never left you, his breathing growing shallow as he continued to stare. He looked at you as if you were the night sky, as if you were the only star.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, looking away. “I…I’ve never been the best at expressing myself…”
“No kidding,” you whispered, looking away as well. He was too handsome to look at. If you looked too long it felt as if you were committing a sin.
He took a deep breath, glaring at you through his lashes. The look was enough to cause a shiver to run down your spine and tie your tongue in knots.
“I thought…I thought I was going insane,” he whispered. “As soon as my eyes had graced you…you never left my thoughts. No matter how deep I pushed you back…you kept surfacing. I knew you had to be mine.”
You bit your lip, surprised that his words had caused your heart to flutter. This whole situation was unhealthy and you wouldn’t condone it in anyway.
But maybe, maybe there was something human in this God. Maybe there was something salvageable.
“I know…I’m asking a lot,” he continued. “I’m not asking you to love me…I would be surprised if you ever could…but I want to make this pleasant for you.”
He reached out slowly, his hand shaking with nerves. He placed it lightly on your knee before looking up to your face again. “Please…let me do something for you.”
You furrowed your brow, unsure if you were even capable of speaking. Steadily you nodded your head. If you had to be here, maybe you could both make the best of it.
“This doesn’t happen often,” Jinyoung grumbled, opening a black umbrella.
“Don’t you think you’re being a smidge dramatic,” you sighed, closing your eyes and basking in the sunlight. You were just outside of the Underworld, having travelled the river sticks for countless moments to arrive here. Passing the figures of grief, anxiety, disease, and old age, you were exhausted by the time you had reached the outer gates. The entrance of the underworld lay on the outer bounds of the ocean, but it didn’t take long for Hades to lead you to dry land.
You had missed the warmth of the human world.
“I have sensitive skin,” he muttered, lifting his elbow for you to grasp. You nodded, tucking your hand over his rolled sleeves. You had realized that this was the first bodily contact you had ever made with the God and you nearly retreated. His skin was cold, similar to marble as your fingers glided along it. He looked to you in surprise as you gripped tightly to him.
“You’re so warm,” he whispered, blinking slowly.
“Living has that effect,” you chuckled. He nodded to himself, taking a cautious step onto the beach he had led you to. “Jinyoung?”
His eyebrows raised at the two simple words that floated from your lips. He stopped, turning to you in surprise. “What for?”
“For trying,” you nodded. “I know what you did…is completely unjustifiable. But we’re in an non retractable situation at this point…and I’m too selfish to live miserably.”
He nodded along as you spoke, his face easing a bit. “Thank you.”
“Now what are you thanking me for?” you laughed, looking down. Jinyoung’s slender fingers reached up, grasping your chin gently. You nearly shivered from his cold touch, contrasting the sunshine around you. He tilted your head back up, forcing you to look at him.
“For trying,” he whispered. “Eternity is an awful long time to be alone…but I think I can manage it with you as my wife.”
You let a small smile play across your lips, allowing for your eyes to close. You soon felt a soft pair of lips lightly on top of yours, taking heed as they pressed gently. Jinyoung took great care with you, as if you were made of porcelain. His lips were stiff from years without touch, a cautious wanting behind every movement. You sighed into his mouth just as he pulled away, admittedly too soon for your liking.
Maybe…just maybe you weren’t hungry that day.
Maybe…just maybe Jinyoung was the reason that you had decided to stay.
thanks to @eureureong who provided the prompt and emotional support as jinyoung slayed us both! :)
In today’s marginalia, a long-departed reader notes (at the bottom) that we should “behold [things that are] foreign/strange” (”ecce alienigene”) in this 15th century Book of Hours. Thanks to soon-to-be Dr. Lucy Barnhouse for the translation. On a side note, the tiny-yet-intricate embellishments to this page (and throughout the entire book) make me happy.
From Lehigh University’s Linderman Library (MS Hirsh 17).
What would the horsemen's, Azreal's, and Samael's first moves be towards a romantic relationship with their potential s/o?
Samael: It’s quite simple really. You’d wake up one day to find your bedroom almost filled from floor to ceiling with jewels and precious metals. How he got them all into your room without you waking up is anyone’s guess. When he next sees you, he asks you if you liked his ‘present’.
Azrael: Ah, angelic courting. Is there anything more refined? Still, this is Azrael so it’s all quite modest. For days prior to asking, he starts kissing your hand in greeting, presenting you with intricate gifts, sending a messenger with heavenly fauna in an elaborate bouquet etc. Then, he at last asks you if you’d possibly do him the honour of furthering your relationship with him.
Strife: He’d set up a whole elaborate scenario in which he gets to play the hero and swoop in to rescue you right at the last second. When he’s carrying you away from the danger, he hopes his sheer machismo will make you fall head over heels in love with him. It’s actually very well thought out, except for the part where you almost died, but apart from that it all goes off without a hitch.
War: It’s quite a simple but trusting gesture that lets you know how comfortable he’s gotten around you. Every time he sees you, War lowers his hood and smiles down at you. War doesn’t really like anyone, so for him to smile at you is remarkably obvious to everyone that he harbours feelings for you.
Fury: She starts to place soft kisses very, very close to the corner of your mouth. Naturally, she’s quite affectionate, so the fact that she’s kissing you isn’t anything new, but the last few times you’ve noticed that her lips linger just a tiny bit longer than usual on that spot just at the side of your own lips.
Death: Normally, you’re the one to initiate affection with the old horseman, and though he never refuses a hug anymore, it’s still clear that he’s not much of a ‘hugger’. At least, not until recently, where he begins to pull you into one armed, sideways embraces. He even takes his cues from you. If you ‘accidentally’ brush your fingers against his, he’ll do the same to you an hour later and so on.
The sun’s yet to set past Memorial Hill, keeping it suspended in a dim evening glow. Among the wildly growing grasses and untrimmed shrubs, one girl stands in an intricate circle of pebbles, a Litwick precariously placed upon her head like a hat.
The Litwick squeaks with impatience. Yoshiko’s jaw tightens, but her concentration shan’t be broken.
“I call upon thee, lord of distortion and darkness… your humble servant Yohane is here to grant you a portal to our lowly, mortal realm! Harbinger of death, draconic beast of Hell, Giratinaaaaa!!”
A lone wind blows through the cemetery, but no portals appear. Absolutely nothing happens. Still, Yoshiko maintains her pose, arms held up to the sky and the Litwick dozing off.
Hanamaru watches on, completely unimpressed. “You’re getting the lore completely wrong, zura.”
“A-ah?! Zuramaru— what’re you doing here?! Hey, you interrupted the ceremony! Now I’m gonna have to start all over again!” Yoshiko’s arms fall and she stumbles back, breaking the carefully arranged pebble circle. “Argh, my summoning circle—”
“Giratina isn’t from Hell. It lives in the Distortion World. And what’s the Litwick for?”
“I-it’s my conduct. I’m doing my best, alright? I just wanna summon Giratina, nothing wrong with that!” She stomps her foot like a child, sending more pebbles flying out of position. Her Litwick cheerfully flickers its flame at Hanamaru, apparently enjoying this interruption.
“Seems kinda dangerous… and what’re you gonna do if Giratina even shows up? It’s said to be incredibly violent, y’know.”
Damn, she didn’t even think that far. A bead of sweat rolls down her temple but Yoshiko merely smirks, placing her fingers over her forehead and half-turning away. To look cool, and stuff.
“Heh. Yohane would capture it, of course.”
“But you called yourself its humble servant…”
“—Quit worrying about the details, okay?! Jeez, Zuramaru!”
She can’t help but laugh there; Yoshiko just looks so silly with that pout and her Litwick still sitting on her head. Maybe Hanamaru does feel a little bad that nothing would ever come from her varying summoning attempts (Darkrai neglected to show up during the previous New Moon, for instance), but she does have to admire her perseverance. She walks over, careful not to step on any of the pebbles, and reaches up to pluck the Litwick off Yoshiko’s head.
“I was on my way to the Ruins of Life to pay tribute to Tapu Lele. Why don’tcha come along with me? Maybe if ya offer something good, it’ll bring Giratina out for you.”
“Yeah, yeah… fine, I guess the planets just haven’t been properly aligned, yet.”
Hanamaru beams at her. They leave the cemetery just as the sun begins to dip below the horizon.
I’m sorry I really just love sharing faceup wips, I feel like I’ve been making a lot of progress and doing some cool things lately.
I mostly finished @psiiconicbjd’s Deesse (sculpted and modded by the wonderful @sicktress), modeled after one of their Dragon age OCs. Just have finishing touches like liplines, tooth touchups, final sealant, and gloss left for her. Might also add some shimmer highlights as a final touch, because what sort of elf doesn’t have an impeccable glow?
So many intricate tattoos though… If I never have to do another DA elf it will be too soon (but I love it and am a glutton for punishment so probably will be down for more in the future). I’ve gone completely cross eyed…
I’m also lucky enough to be working on two Boypink re:Sen heads, mine and @valyriandolls’s. Mine actually marks the first time of my almost a year in the hobby that I’m actually customizing one of my own dolls. I think I’m doing this in the wrong order lol. This sculpt is hands down my favorite out of everything I’ve handled, so I’m really hoping I can do them justice (thank you @b-yp-nk!!).
while i was away i had a lot of weird dreams but a semi-recurrent one is where i fly bc i have wings but they’re not like…bird wings..they’re really intricate mechanical wooden wings for some reason and i dont really know how they work except i just kinda pull on a string and they do their thing and i just gotta run and jump and there u go im flying thats really cool. anyway in the most recent dream i was flying in a big ass gothic cathedral and helped some dude who was studying art history look more closely at the details i guess? weird
Ivory? You mean that liar who tries to pretend they are human when clearly they have talents beyond that of the mortal realm, whose every phrase is written out so simply intricate that it just oozes beauty that cannot be compared, whose talent is immeasurable to that of the gods at their own works, whose stories are filled with such passion and refreshing complexity that even if reread a thousand times is still just as intense as the first time? Psh, hate her, that lying potato bag. (I love you)
K-dramas and fashion trends — two things that are intricately linked together. It’s one of the major product placements (PPL) of the industry. Who hasn’t watched a show and thought, “I wish I had ‘so-and-so’s’ wardrobe”? But alas, most of us might fit the poor, bumbling character type, but do not possess that magical wallet that would allow us to buy such extravagant outfits while living in our…
I know for a fact that I’m not “delusional” when it comes to my deep fondness for Lyon Hart’s music. Time and time again, he’s demonstrated that his talent is genuine, and his music affecting. However, I do understand the disconnect and torment that can arise from alternate unhealthy obsessions, which is exactly what the rising NYC singer songwriter addresses on his latest song. Delusional is a poignant examination of long faded relationships, a mournful brooding elegy delivered with rich luxuriant, lavish sparkling gusto. Lyon Hart’s satin smooth vocals pierce through producer Rob Grimaldi’s lush, intricate soundscape as if they’re piercing through our very souls. The silky burning R&B pop meets synthpop single is out now on iTunes.
So, I know I said in the past that there would definitley be a sequel to the story but after talking to my wife (Mrs. C*nt) I’m not sure if it’s a good idea. It would be incredibly hard to connect the two stories I feel, since this story has so many intricate details I feel like the sequel would ultimatley flop in comparison. I could be wrong, and honestly I’m still trying to find a way to make a sequel that will do this story justice, but there will definitley be a bit of a gap between the two if it does happen. Because it will definitley take a bit of time to plan.
But, until then enjoy the rest of this story! It’s not over yet and we still have 2 more chapters left.
I heed echos of your laughter in the corners of my mind
While I memorise each detail of your intricate design
In your hair there is a symphony
Your lips, a string quartet
They tell stories of a Neon Valley Street
Where we first met
now somewhere time pursues us
As we love in Technicolor
But I dwell in silence on your words
Which move me like none other
This time I shall be unafraid
And violence will not move me
this time we will relax
This time we will stay in our movie
I see beyond tomorrow
This life of strife and sorrow
My freedom calls and I must go
living in a point-and-click/hidden object game must be so wild like
want to go to the shop to buy some milk? Okay just hop in the car.
you’ve lost your car keys.
look around for them, but they’re nowhere to be found. you’ve recently found
there’s a mouse living in your house and you saw it holding something shiny
earlier. maybe its got your car keys? so you go to lure it out with some
cheese. except you don’t have any cheese in your fridge. so you go over to your
neighbour’s house and ask if you could borrow a little bit of cheese. they say
yeah but they need to find their handkerchief first. it’s gone missing and they
simply must have it. after some looking you spot it caught on a
telephone wire. your neighbour has a ladder but most of the rungs are broken.
so you go to the forest and gather up some wood. while there, you meet another
neighbour who’s lost their favourite necklace, and asks you to tell them if you
see it. there’s an a abandoned shed in the wood and in it you find a rusty old
hammer. there are nails, but they’re bent and rusty. so then you scout
around your house, your neighbours house, the wood, the shed, and your otherneighbours house, and collect up some random shards to metal that are just
back to your first neighbour’s house and fix the ladder with the rusty hammer
and random metal shards
the (dubiously-fixed) ladder, you get their hankie from the phone line. the
moment you’re back on the ground, the ladder breaks but who gives a fuck
because you got the handkerchief. you give the hankie to your neighbour,
they give you the cheese. you go and put the cheese outside a mousehole. the
mouse comes out
holding a marble.
drops the marble, and you pick it up.
outside, and there’s a kid searching around. they lost their favourite marble,
but they found this nice necklace. you give the kid the marble. they give you
back to the woods. your necklace-neighbour isn’t there. you go to their house.
they’re not there. you go to the handkerchief neighbour’s house. not there.
your house. not there. eventually you find them in some ignorable part of the
map that has had no relevance to now and will have no relevance again.
give the neighbour the necklace.
claim they found your car keys out in your drive.
you can go to the shop and get some milk
home. read a specific piece of paper to get the code to your garage, and
collect three keys.
the keys and the code, you open your garage.