mother serpent

a (growing) List of Water Deities

A water deity is a deity in mythology associated with water or various bodies of water. Water deities are common in mythology and were usually more important among civilizations in which the sea or ocean, or a great river was more important. Another important focus of worship of water deities were springs or holy wells.

As a form of animal worship, whales and snakes (hence dragons) have been regarded as godly deities throughout the world (other animals are such as turtles, fish, crabs, and sharks). In Asian lore, whales and dragons sometimes have connections. Serpents are also common as a symbol or as serpentine deities, sharing many similarities with dragons.

As stated above, this is a GROWING list of water deities that I will be adding to periodically as research and time permits.  I advise that if you become interested in any deities, you check to make sure that their culture is not a closed one.  **AKA: Don’t appropriate.

If you would like to see the list, click below!

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Another tattoo design, this time a half-sleeve illustration, created for a client on Custom Tattoo Design. The art depicts the client’s future self reaching down to save his mother, reimagined as an angel, while she protects her two children against a horde of predators. The client’s mother had died during his teenage years, and so he wanted a meaningful first tattoo to commemorate her. I was deeply moved by the premise and jumped at the opportunity to help him visualize the design.

The idea of dead Cordelia’s body as a ‘saturated sign’… is relevant to the spectacle of female death everywhere on Shakespeare’s stage. Desdemona dies, as she was accused, in a love triangle, only it is Emilia, not Cassio, who lies between husband and wife. Lady Macbeth’s ending, like the witches’, is a weird vanishing, prepared for by that strange spectacle that embodies her absence, the sleepwalking. Cleopatra’s ending is a spectacle that, spectacularly, re-genders the Roman triumvirate, making her, in death, queen, wife, and mother suckling the serpent. Gertrude drinks the poison intended for Hamlet and so unwittingly re-enacts a version of the older Hamlet’s murder. Ophelia’s funeral … mocks the ‘maimed rites’ that have blighted her play from the beginning; finally, she occupies the grave that the Ghost and Yorick have vacated. All of these scenes play out near-parodic re-enactments of original theatrical moments–and render them as devastating critiques. At the end of King Lear Cordelia and her sisters, dead silent, replay, with a difference, the problematics of female speech that wracked the opening and that matter again here. They are, finally, monsters, though not quite as Lear made them: not Scythian cannibal nor lustful centaur nor monster Ingratitude, but monstrances, shows of violence, one poisoned, one stabbed, one strangled… Medusa, too, had two sisters.
—  Carol Chillington Rutter, Enter The Body: Women and Representation on Shakespeare’s Stage
The Serpent and The Swan - Ch.1

After expecting a marriage to Prince Archibald, Princess Elizabeth is shocked to hear of her new match to Prince Forsythe - a Serpent. What begins as a less than ideal match soon turns into something quite different, but nothing is ever as it seems when it comes to royalty.

Back at it again with a new multi chapter! I don’t know how frequent updates will be for this one, so bear with me, and I hope you enjoy! Sorry mobile readers, I had to put it under a cut <3

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“Elizabeth, where are you?”

Those four words haunted her – day in, day out. If not those it was something similar. Elizabeth, you have to come here. Elizabeth, you can’t wear that for dinner. Elizabeth, please stop doing that. Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Elizabeth. She was so tired of the sound the name made as it rang out through the castle. She had enjoyed, however, the tone her sister, Polly, used as she said it in mocking, causing her to hide her giggle behind her hand before their mother caught them.

Polly. Thoughts of her sister clouded her mind as she walked past the tightly locked door that led to her sister’s quarters. Or, more accurately, what used to be her sister’s quarters. Defiled and disgraced, Polly had been banished from the castle, disowned by the Cooper faction as an example of where ill morals would lead you if you let them.

Betty scoffed. She didn’t see Polly’s dismissal from court as a punishment. No, Polly had succeeded in getting what Betty knew that she herself would never manage to obtain – freedom. When she could Polly wrote to her sister, telling Betty tales of her life as the wife of a farmer on the outskirts of the Andrews’ faction, happily set on bedrest, making garments for her future babe while her doting husband worked tirelessly to provide for them all. Betty was aware that fairy tales usually involved princes and princesses, but to her Polly’s current affair sounded like the stuff of romance, like those that filled the pages of the books that littered her well-loved library. There had been a few close calls when she was certain that Alice, their mother, had intercepted their letters, but she still prayed that Polly never stopped sending them; they were her only link to the outside world, to a life of normalcy.

Elizabeth!” The shout had taken on a firmer edge now, echoing off the stone walls that closed in on her. Betty quickened her pace, hurrying towards the Throne Room to avoid further scolding.

“Yes, Mother?” she asked, not until after curtseying before the throne her father, King Henry, sat upon, gazing down at her from the raised platform with careful, guarded eyes. The blue in his eyes always held more warmth than that of Queen Alice’s, she’d thought; where his were the still, shallow waters of a warm harbour, her mother’s eyes were the icy glaciers that shrouded the freezing islands of the South, relentless and unforgiving.

“I’ve been calling you,” Alice replied, ignoring Betty’s question. She did her best not to sigh.

“I’m sorry, Mother. I was in the library with Mistress Geraldine,” she offered by way of explanation, hoping the mention of her tutor would satisfy her mother’s complaints. The queen pursed her lips tightly, the lines of aging that surrounded them becoming more pronounced with the action.

“Elizabeth, we have news for you. Regarding your impending marriage,” Alice continued on in a sterile tone, clearly moving past her accusations of tardiness. Betty straightened at that, curious as to what she could mean.

“But I thought Archie– Prince Archibald,” she stammered, “was engaged to be married to Princess Veronica?” Betty questioned with a furrowed brow, the words tasting bitter on her tongue.

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When we see this worldwide occurrence of the Goddess and her Serpent, and then recall the ancient African Black Goddess, the Black Witch, imaged with the snake in her belly–we can see the profound power as well as universality of this cosmological symbol, it’s range of endurance in the human mind. And we begin to see why the upstart patriarchal religions based themselves on the utter destruction of the goddess/serpent, pictured by the Babylonians as “primeval chaos”–an image picked up later by the Hebrews and used in biblical Genesis, where Eve linked with her serpent become the symbols of ontological evil. […]

The Hebrew patriarchs tried to destroy the world’s original, most widespread, and enduring religion by branding it as “evil,” and by portraying the Mother Goddess and her magic snake-lover as the source, not of all life, but of “all wickedness”–hated and condemned by their new tribal god Yahweh. To the degree that they were historically successful in this attempt, Western biblicized peoples have lost their original concept, and memory, of what the Goddess and her Serpent really meant–to all people, and all time.


The Great Cosmic Mother: Rediscovering the Religion of Earth by Barbara Mor and Monica Sjöö

This is why it’s so important that we are reclaiming dragons and the serpent/female narrative. It’s almost as if our ancient memory is starting to return and we are reclaiming what used to be ours.

The serpent is not my captor or tormentor, it is my friend and ally. Together, we created the world.

anonymous asked:

Loved your serpent Betty fic. Can you write something where Betty goes to see Jughead at the serpent bar and finds out her mother was a serpent from the older members. Which makes her a long lost serpent also she gets her own jacket to wear. Ending with Alice's reaction to Betty and Jughead in matching jackets?

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Betty asked, staring at the bright door that lead into the Southside bar.

“There my family Bets. If they don’t like you then they’re idiots and don’t deserve me or you.” Jughead said, gripping her small hand in his. Betty gave him a small smile and looked back at the door. “You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Betty said, a determined look on his face. She started towards the door, pulling her boyfriend behind her by the hand.

He gave her a small chuckle before being pulled towards the blaring music. The door slammed shut once they were in the packed bar, all eyes turning to them. Betty was the first one to move, tugging at Jughead’s hand for both of them to move towards the pool table.

When she was walking back, she heard and caught on to some of the conversations some of the serpents were having with each other, but for the most part tried to ignore them.

“Is it her?”

“It can’t be.”

“She was pregnant when she left…”

“You don’t think…”

“Someone needs to ask her!”

“What if it is her?”

“Should we give it to her?”

Betty tried to ignore the serpents stares, but after a while she could feel them burning into her back. They reached the pool table, and when Jughead went for the wall to get ready, one of the largest serpents walked out of the crowd and stood in front of the petit blonde.

Jughead walked over and stood at her side. “Hey Viper! This is my girlfriend, Betty Cooper.” He said. When the Cooper name slipped out of his mouth, the whole bar gasped, mouths open.

“Betty Cooper huh?” Viper started, leather jacket tight around his shoulders. “Is there any chance your Alice’s girl?”

“Alice Cooper? Yeah, she’s my mom. Is that a problem?” Betty said, cracking her knuckles in fear.

Viper just laughed at the young girl, the rest of the bar joining in with him. Betty had a small smile on her face and looked around the bar with curiosity and confusion.

“She’s a Cooper! That means, she’s family.” Viper stated, placing one of his large hands on her shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze and shake.

Betty turned to Jughead, who had an equally confused look on his face. Betty turned back to Viper.

“What do you mean I’m family?” She asked, smile still on her face.

“Ah, old Ally never told you. She was a serpent. A pretty badass one too. She was super close with our own FP Jones.” he said, grabbing Jughead’s shoulder as well. Betty’s mouth was wide open as another serpent pushed a photo of her mom and FP when they were younger. She had a bright pink jacket wrapped around her shoulders, and FP had a matching black one.

She was about to start talking when Viper gave her something. The same pink jacket with the Southside Serpents logo on the back. It was her moms.

“Your a Cooper girl, a Jones girl, and now a serpent girl.” Viper said, pulling the pink jacket over Betty’s shoulders for her. Betty blushed and a huge smile was plastered onto her face. Jughead stood next to her in support, wearing her exact same jacket, but in black.

After a few more hours of pool, nachos, and storytelling, Jughead decided that it was time for them to head home. He tried to pry her pink jacket off of her back, but Betty refused.

“I think old Ally needs to see her old friend again. Don’t you Viper?” she said, a small smirk on her lips. Viper just nodded and kicked them both out of the bar.

When they finally got back from the bar, Betty turned to Jughead and told him that she needs to do it alone. He nodded and started to turn around, but stopped walking when Betty disappeared into the house.

He stood behind a tree, and started to leave after he heard Alice Cooper.

“Elizabeth Cooper…. TAKE THAT OFF NOW.”

Remember When - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

hi, can you do something where the readers mom is a snake and she goes to riverdale with jugead (and they are the literal deffination of skinny love) and when she finds out the drive in is closing she tells jugead to spend the night, only to give him her bed for the night and when he wakes up hes mad because he feels bad about taking her bed and it comes out she loves him (and they kiss a lil)

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This is so cheesy, and the mom isn’t really a rough and tough serpent but I just love it…

You knocked tentatively on the door to the projector hut, hoping he would open the door. “Jughead, it’s me, please let me in,” you begged, trying to get your best friend to open the door. When it opened, Jughead stood before you with red, teary eyes. You pushed inside and towards him, reaching up to stroke his face. “It’ll be okay Jug,” you whispered but he just shook his head in response. He hugged you close, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You wrapped your arms around him and from over his shoulder you examined the rest of the room. Movie reels littered the shelves and the cot against the wall where Jughead slept was in disarray. He probably hadn’t been sleeping well for the past few nights, understandably. His home was going to be gone by the end of the week and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. All week at school he was angry at the world and nothing you said or did could comfort him. You understood why he was so upset more than anyone else. He had left home because his father was a South Side Serpent

You mother was a Serpent as well, but not as into the gang as Jughead’s father. This lead to you and Jughead bonding at school, both being outcasts. You grew so close, that when his dad became too much for him to handle, he would stay over at your place. Your mother loved Jughead and every time he stayed over, she would joke about how the two of you were destined to be together. You and Jughead would laugh at her, saying that the idea was crazy, but after saying that you would feel your heart sink a little. It was that idea that racked your brain every day, but it was the same idea that made you stay quiet. You loved Jughead and you showed it openly; but admitting that and telling him you felt that way is something else entirely.

Jughead suddenly let go of you, breaking you from your reverie.

 “Sorry about that,” he murmured, but you just shook your head.

 “Don’t be silly Jug,” you said, squeezing his arm gently. You watched as he gathered his things, mostly clothing and a few other miscellaneous things. You waited patiently, watching as he looked over his room one last time. You walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his, like a small child would do to their father. He looked down at you and you gave him a soft smile. 

“You remember that time when you snuck out and slept over here,” he asked and you could hear the nostalgia dripping off his voice.

 “My mom wasn’t even mad,” you murmured, smiling at the memory. “She’s probably waiting for us, Jug.” He nodded at your words and you let go of his arm. You walked towards the door, opening it and turned in wait of Jughead. He looked around one last time and turned around. “I’m ready,” he said, and you held out your hand to him. He took it and you lead him out of the small shack that had served as Jughead’s shelter for so long.

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the serpent quintet + social media au (inspo)

trace davis, daph greengrass, theo nott, flo and hes carrow

Joaquín DeSantos | A girl like you.

Count of words: 1423

Warnings: none

A/N: not sure if Joaquin has a sister but I just had to include that lol!!! Sorry it took me so long! I finally got the chance to upload something ♥ Also will do a part two if requested.




if you’re still taking requests could you possibly do a Joaquín DeSantos (riverdale) imagine/ oneshot where the reader is new in town but her parents know the main characters parents, and she’s kind of a rebel/ grungy/ reckless kid and always in trouble with her parents. Maybe one night she walks out and she accidentally walks on serpent territory(maybe the club?) idk about a plot haha :)

The cold air was vigorously messing your hair, while you were sitting on that uncomfortable car sit with your family. It was a warm summer night, meaning the traffic would be less. You were holding a phone on your one hand, the cord connected to it traveling all the way to your ears, where your ear plugs rested. Your other hand was used for your head to rest on, while admiring the view outside the moving car. “So wen I call you in the middle of the night and I’m chocking on the words cause I miss you, baby, don’t tell me I’m out of time, I’ve got so much of my loving to give you. In the middle of the night,” you softly hummed the lyrics to the song playing at the moment. It was, reportively, the middle of the night, but the only thing you missed was currently your bed (a/n my mood all the time).

Welcome to Riverdale. The town with prep! ” What a stupid sign to put on a town’s edge?! I mean, especially now after the death of Jason Blossom, or whatever his name was, it was even stupider. ‘Whatever,’ you thought and continued to bob your head to the sound of the music coming from your earphones. Your parents were once again engaged in a conversation that they didn’t care enough to include you in.  

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I would just like to point out that in the last episode of riverdale, jughead was seen putting on the serpents jacket, and here we have lili wearing a leather jacket in the cover of entertainment weekly giving hints to whats to come in season two. I think betty is going to definitely stay with jughead in season two and get heavily involved with the Southside serpents as jughead explores that path on his journey to find where he belongs, and also because I feel she will find out about her mothers past with the serpents. I cant wait for dark betty & dark juggy duo.

In The Woods - Chapter 4

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // ao3 

Not a word was spoken between the pair until they walked into the cabin, until Betty sat down on the couch and cried, until Jughead wrapped his arm around her and let her tears soak his shirt.

Once she had calmed down, Betty untangled herself from his hold and shuffled further down the couch, curling her legs under her body. “Thank you for picking me up. I didn’t think you’d want to see me again after, well what I said before then the whole thing with the files which I still haven’t forgiven you for and-” she looked up at Jughead and registered the small smirk appearing on his face, “I’m rambling again aren’t I?”

The raven-haired boy nodded and after a moment asked “Why did you ask me to get you?”

Sighing, Betty changed positions so that she was now sitting crossed-legged facing Jughead, “I couldn’t sleep so I started reading my parents files, starting with my mom’s. Did you know she was a serpent?”

Jughead mimicked her actions, now facing her too, “Only when I read it. My dad used to talk about someone called Allie, so I’m guessing that’s her.”

“What did he say about her?”

“I don’t think he ever managed to tell a story about him in high school without her being mentioned.” He paused, smiling at a memory Betty couldn’t quite see, “They were best friends y'know.”

“What? Really? Her file’s missing 9 years of information.”

Jughead nodded, “She moved to the Southside after her father lost his job and ended up getting involved with the serpents. Her mother left and your grandfather thought it best if your mom were to stay with Mrs Robinson so she didn’t get mixed up in anything. Anyone involved with the serpents doesn’t have information recorded so as soon as she moved back, her file started back up.”

“So my grandfather was a serpent? Wait, who’s Mrs Robinson?” she asked.

“He was, along with mine. And Mrs R. is one of the best people around, she used to babysit me and my sister. She has a whole wall with the pictures of people she’s looked after, I’m sure your mom’s on there.”

Betty ran her hands through her hair in frustration. “Ugh I just wish I could go back in time to find Cheryl’s killer and stop them. I’d have never found out about my mom and…”

“We wouldn’t have met, you wouldn’t know about this all. I g et it” he paused for a moment, an idea formulating in his head, “we should do it.” Seeing the l ook of confusion on Betty’s face he explained, “We should find out who killed Cheryl together. You don’t have to say yes. It’s just that between us you could be our eyes on the Northside and me on the Southside, pass information to each other, reconvene here on the weekends.”

“I really want to, don’t get me wrong it’s just-” Betty sighed, “my older sister, Polly, she’s pregnant. Well she’s probably had her baby by now but my parents cut off communication between us. Anyway the father is Jason, Cheryl’s twin. My family is going to be interviewed at some point because of that "connection…” She trailed off, her sentence punctuated with a yawn"

“Why don’t you sleep for a bit? I’ll take you back in the morning so your parents don’t suspect anything but you can’t not sleep, you’ve had a big day. Take my room, I’ll crash here okay?”   Betty smiled at him with hooded eyes and nodded. She got up, lazily placing a soft kiss on Jughead’s cheek before heading to the room in the back.

At 3am, Jughead woke up to the sound of cries coming from his room. He raced there to see Betty tossing and turning in her sleep and decided it best to wake her up. He shook her shoulder gently, calling out her name, until she woke up with a start crying. Jughead sat on the side of the bed and held her, whispering “it’s okay, you’re okay” in her ear and rubbing her back.

“I’m so-sorry Jughead” she hiccuped through her tears, “I keep ruining your clothes.”

Jughead chortled, “Betty seriously it’s fine, you’ve had a rough day. But you do need to try and get some sleep.”

“Could you um.. Could you stay? I don’t want to be alone right now.”

Jughead nodded and climbed on top of the covers. He rested his arm around her shoulder and she curled into his body, eyes fluttering closed. When her light snores let him know she was asleep, he leaned over and placed a hesitant kiss on her forehead. She responded with a small hum, wrapping her arm across his stomach and cuddling into him further. He smiled to himself, leaning into her and closing his eyes.


Two hours later the alarm Jughead had set on his phone rang, waking him up. Looking down he saw that his arms were now wrapped around Betty, her hand holding his in place. He didn’t want to wake her; he wanted to stay like that for hours, like nothing else mattered. There was something really special about Betty Cooper that made him want to know more about her beyond the information in those files.

“It’s rude to stare.” Betty mumbled from her current position. “What time is it?”

“It should be 5am.”

“Shit” Betty sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, Jughead doing the same “I need to get home, my mom checks on me when she wakes up at 5:30. Oh no, what if she wakes up earlier today? That’d totally be my luck.” Her breathing quickened as she spoke.

“Betty, Betty follow my breathing okay, in and out. Copy me.” Jughead took deep breaths as Betty tried to copy him, her breathing slowly evening out. “You good?”

Betty nodded. “I’m sorry, I can normally control this you just make me so nervous. Well, in a way that I’m scared of you but you make me feel calm. This sounds so crazy, it’s just that-” she took another deep breath, exhaling slowly before continuing “thank you. For this, for last night. My mom refuses to acknowledge anything’s wrong with me and it hasn’t been this bad since the night Polly left. I normally listen to music if I’m alone though.”

Jughead ushered her out the door and towards where his bike was, “so what music do you listen to?”

“Bring Me The Horizon, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco, All Time Low, I feel like I can drown out the rest of the world when I listen to it.”

“I get that. You’d love my sister, she listens to Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, AC/DC .”

“Your sister sounds really cool Jughead.” After a moment Betty asked “So am I going to learn more about you? I mean you know basically everything about me already.”

“I only know some things Betty, otherwise you’re still a mystery.”

They soon arrived at the bike and Jughead handed her his spare helmet, helping her with the strap again, eyes locked the whole time. His tongue darted out, licking his lips slightly as his eyes dropped to her lips. Leaning in, Betty’s breathing stopped as she felt his warm breath move past her lips and to her ears “hop on and hold tight Miss Cooper” he whispered. He got onto the bike, Betty following her arms wrapped around his waist and he sped off.

Pulling up at the end of her road, Jughead helped Betty off and walked her to her window. “You should go before anyone sees you Jughead. My mom’s already seen you once, I don’t know what she’d say if she saw you again.”

“We better not chance that then,” he replied, grabbing her arm to stop her from going, “Will you help me find Cheryl’s killer?”

Betty smiled sweetly and brushed her lips lightly against his cheek and whispered “maybe, maybe not” before disappearing up the ladder.

She checked the time on the alarm clock, seeing she had ten minutes to spare. Quietly she unbolted the lock and kicked her dark sneakers under the bed, removing her jacket and hanging it back in her closet. She slipped under the covers just as the sound of another door opened in the house. Betty turned away from the door and closed her eyes, hoping that her mother wouldn’t be able to tell that she was awake. Her bedroom door opened for exactly eleven seconds then shut, followed by the sound of footsteps down the hall. Closing her eyes, she fell asleep remembering how it felt to have Jughead’s arms wrapped around her.


Breakfast that morning was stranger than normal as her parents were having a somewhat civil conversation, even if it was to do with who would lead the story of Cheryl’s murder. Hal insisted on doing it as Alice wasn’t as much of a charmer as he. “Did Cheryl have any enemies?” Alice asked, passing Betty a pre-prepared fruit bowl. “Anyone that didn’t like her?”

“Mom, she’s a Blossom. Everyone hated her but everyone loved her,” Betty replied, pushing the fruit around with a fork.

“Sweetheart how are you feeling after yesterday?” her father asked. “Will you be okay at school? Your mother and I will have a lot of work to do today so we probably won’t be here when you get back.”

“And make sure you come straight back tonight Elizabeth,” her mother added. “You obviously cannot be trusted to stay with Veronica.”

“Mom I told you we had a fight, we’ll be back to normal today. Hermione- I mean Mrs. Lodge will be home tonight, I promise to check in with you before I go to sleep. Please let me stay with her tonight!”

Alice opened her mouth to respond but Hal interrupted her “Betty, can you excuse… you excuse us for a mi nute please, your mother and I need a word.” Betty nodded at her father’s words and left the room. Once the door closed she pressed her ear against it, hearing Hal’s voice “Don’t be such a hard ass all your life Alice, let the girl enjoy her teenage years.”

“What like we did? Do you want her getting into trouble? Having another Cooper running around bringing shame on the name is not what we need, not whilst I’m part of this family. Elizabeth can stay with that Lodge girl but if anything happens, it’s on you!” Betty heard her mother slam the back door, so she walked back into the kitchen and found her dad putting his plate in the sink.

“You may stay with Veronica tonight, your mother will be working late and I have to go away for a couple of days.” Hal walked over to Betty and placed a hand on her upper arm, “Will you both be okay with that?”

Betty nodded. “I can always see if Veronica will let me stay a bit longer, y’know to avoid the ‘Wrath of Alice Cooper.’ See you when I see you then?” Betty asked, knowing her dad could get held up sometimes.

“Of course, call your mother tonight or she’ll have my guts for garters.”

“I better get going, V texted me that she’ll be here soon. Bye dad.” Betty waved and left the room , she grabbed her bag from the hall, pausing to check her reflection in the mirror. Smoothing down her skirt, she deemed her appearance adequate and left the house.


As soon as Betty sat in the black town car, Veronica bombarded her with questions about “the beanie boy” from yesterday. The blonde was vague with her information but gave enough to satisfy her best friend’s questions.

As soon as the car had pulled up at school the two girls were surrounded by their classmates, all of them asking about Cheryl. Before their first period could begin, Betty and Veronica were called in to see the headmistress and Sheriff Keller. Now they sat outside her office whilst the sheriff was talking to Cheryl’s mom Penelope. Tina and Ginger were sat on the opposite side to them, no trace of sadness about their supposed “best friend” being dead. All of a sudden they heard glass smash and the four girls rushed to the door to see Penelope holding a shard of  broken glass against the sheriff’s neck, who was pressed up against a wall, yelling “my daughter is dead and you’re asking ME where I was? Why don’t you go and do your job instead?”

“Mrs. Blossom,” the sheriff explained, “I can assure you this line of questioning is a routine procedure. Especially when a person such as yourself has a criminal record.”

Tina and Ginger, who were filming this interaction, gasped, causing the adults to face them. Penelope pulled away quickly, and carefully placed the glass down onto a table beside her whilst the sheriff straightened his shirt. Sister Teresa walked over to the girls and held her hand out for their phones which they reluctantly handed over. “Why don’t you girls go back to class and we’ll call for you when we’re ready okay?”

The four nodded and left, Tina and Ginger already gossiping about what they heard and stopping their friends in the hallway to tell them. By lunch the whole school had found out about Penelope Blossom’s criminal record with much speculation as to what it was for. Betty was sick of hearing them, so after speaking to the sheriff she left school with Veronica.


Once they arrived at The Pembrooke Mansion Veronica texted her mom, who was at work for the day, letting her know that Betty was staying for possibly a couple of nights. The two were in Veronica’s room, the raven-haired girl sitting on her bed whilst Betty sat at the dressing table, admiring the collection of makeup that covered the surface. She picked up a few of the lipsticks, swatching them lightly on her arm noting her favorites as being a pinky/orange shade and a slightly deeper pink that would definitely not pass Alice Cooper’s standards.

“There’s more in the top draw over there.” Veronica said, pointing to a wooden chest of drawers to the right side. “You can always take whatever you want B, you know that.”

“I do, thank you V. How are you coping with everything?” she asked moving to open the drawer.

“Well enough. Daddy spoke to Sister Teresa today who told him that there’s going to be a mass tomorrow in Cheryl’s memory, I bet the only reason people that turn up will be to make sure that the bitch is actually dead.” Noticing that Betty didn’t reply, she asked “Everything okay with you B?”

Betty turned to face her friend, “Yes of course, just found a really nice shade of purple that’d piss my mother off.”

Patting the area beside her on the bed, Veronica said, “Come sit, I’ll paint your nails for you.”

Before Veronica started, Betty asked, “We tell each other everything right?”

“Of course” her best friend responded.

“No secrets?”

“Betty what are you trying to say? Oh is it something to do with that Jughead boy? What exactly did you two do yesterday?”

“No, nothing to do with that.” Betty took a deep breath before getting up and walking back to the drawer where she was just moments ago, opening it up and pulling out a thin piece of paper with four pictures on it.“Veronica, why do you have pictures of you and Cheryl? Kissing?”

wicked game | a fp&alice fanfiction

I just wanted to say all my buggies group chat has inspired me to post this, I haven’t written in over 6 years, but I was inspired and so i had to write. This will probably be a couple chapters long not sure how many yet. this takes place during their high school life way before jughead or betty where even a concept. 

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Champ Design Breakdown: Illaoi, the Kraken Priestess

By Helmight

Sometimes, it only takes a single, crucial element of a champion going wrong to drag their thematic cohesion down. Illaoi looks about as flavorful as she can be, but once you get to know her lore, you realize just how much of a missed opportunity she was.

The waves will drag you down, unless you fight to shore

To understand Illaoi, one first must understand her religion. At its core, the worship of Nagakabouros - also called the Bearded Lady or Mother Serpent - has a mere three tenets: all spirits were born to serve the universe; desire was built into every spirit; and when spirits pursue their desires, the universe moves towards its destiny.

Illaoi is no stranger to pursuing desires. She takes what she wants, destroys what she dislikes, and is beholden to no one save Nagakabouros. it’s highly likely that this conviction is what lead Illaoi to become a priestess of her religion, and eventually its Truth-Bearer. As the Truth-Bearer of Nagakabouros, Illaoi has a sacred duty to unblock the flow of energy in the universe. If powerful, ambitious souls aren’t utilizing their full potential, Illaoi will administer them the Test of Nagakabouros. While those that fail the test will be destroyed, those who survive often find themselves with enough determination to pursue their goals.

Illaoi is a priestess, sure, but her sheer size means there’s no way she could ever be an enchanter. I’d expect Illaoi to play as a mage of some sort, destroying opponents who get in her way and testing enemy souls for their worth.

They will learn, or they will die

Originally posted by wugedou

It’s tough to get a read on Illaoi just through her lore, but suffice it to say that I’m not surprised she ended up as a juggernaut. Her sheer size and physique absolutely scream “frontliner,” and fortunately that’s the direction Riot took. She’s most at home in the middle of the enemy team, laying about with her idol and her fists.

Since Illaoi’s religion is central to who she is as a character, it’s fortunate that she manifests it on the battlefield. Prophet of an Elder God (P) allows Illaoi to summon Nagakabouros’s many arms, and then use them to smash opponents asunder. Harsh Lesson (W) gives her some degree of control over these summoned tentacles, but she can also create one herself with Tentacle Smash (Q) if necessary. Finally, Leap of Faith ® is a bombastic ability that can call on the full force of Nagakabouros on unsuspecting teams - provided Illaoi has enough foes nearby.

Unfortunately, Test of Spirit (E) ends up a little bland. I would have expected this ability to be the core of Illaoi’s kit, since she’s all about finding and testing souls, but it ends up just being a way for her to harass opponents or get more mileage out of Leap of Faith. Though it may seem minor, it’s a pretty big flavor fail - Illaoi’s about faith more than she’s about smashing people.

I value truth - and barbecue

Originally posted by commonwealth-compliments

Illaoi hits a ton of her thematic elements, which usually results in top marks. However, the flavor fail on Test of Spirit means I’ll be dropping her grade by a fair margin. The Kraken Priestess still has plenty of thematic resonance thanks to her tentacle summoning and head-smashing playstyle, but she’s not quite where I’d want her to be.

Final Grade: B+. Pretty close, but needs work to really match the theme.

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Lyn’s Never Ending List of Plot Bunnies: Ashton Moore (Riverdale)

Ashton Moore was destined to be a problem. Raised in the southside by an absent mother and southside serpent father, Ashton had no choice but to adapt to his father’s lifestyle or be left behind in life. Drugs, Alcohol, and wild parties were a constant in Ashton’s life, even if he wasn’t a soutshide serpent, yet.

One thing that wasn’t expected in Ashton’s life was his friendship with golden boy Jason Blossom. The two were the best of friends, unexpected as it was. Everyone disapproved of Ashton’s friendship with Jason, but especially the Blossom parents. They thought Ashton was a dangerous kid and a bad influence on Jason. The two would constantly be throwing parties and getting into trouble, and Clifford and Penelope didn’t like it one bit. 

The night before Jason drowned at sweetwater river, Ashton and Jason got into a big fight about something that Ashton still refuses to talk about. So when it’s revealed that Jason didn’t drown that day and instead he was shot in cold blood a week later, Penelope and Clifford Blossom are the first to point fingers at Ashton for the murder of their son.

Now Ashton is doing his best against a desperate sheriff who’s ready to pin the blame on someone, a town that is certain he killed Jason without any evidence, and the girl next door Betty Cooper who thinks taking the investigation into her own hands is a good idea. 


Snake textures on chapter 53

If you guys look closely at the pages of TG:Re chapter 53, there are snake textures on some characters

Look I’m so busy with college work that I don’t have time to explain a lot but this is what I found


On Eto’s kakuja form, if you look closely, there’s a snake texture on her

similar to the one we see on the wall of the room where Eto was with Kanae

Kaneki’s Mom

On the panel where Kaneki’s mother is beating smol Kaneki, there are snake textures on her AND on smol Kaneki as well

From the other posts I seen, this probably explains that Kaneki resembles his mother for being nice and for being a monster at the same time as well as other qualities. He even gotten the hand on chin habit from her.

Therefore, Kaneki also have the snake textures on him. He got it from his mother. Which is why there are snake textures on Shironeki and snakes around him.

Why are there snakes? Because Tg:Re is referencing the Adam and Eve story of the Bible. The serpent is a snake and it influenced people like Eve to SIN. 

Therefore, the way Eto changed Kanae,

the way Shironeki keeps provoking Haise to use his ghoul side until Haise finally does it,

the way Kaneki’s mother beat him, causing him at a young age to become like her,

They are all examples of the serpent in the Adam and Eve story in some way.

Oh, it’s my birthday now, I should go to sleep