AESTHETIC MEME: [3/8] Stories (tv shows, movies, books etc.): The Secret History (requested by @huntbastian) And in losing it be born to the principle of continuous life, outside the prison of mortality and time.
if yousef, the boy you all love and adore, was so effected by even’s situation that he denounced god and all of religion, why would he still hang out with mikael & co if they truly are the savage homophobic mozlem thugs you claim they are.
I love my cute pharmacist girls with shoulder-length red hair (sometimes in tiny adorable ponytails) who wear unique clothes and make healing medicines for allies and use sleeping potions/paralysis herbs to throw at the people who try to harm/kidnap them.
Just something for your consideration because I have just thought of this and think it's adorable... Elain, giving Lucien flowers
It IS adorable aier;toienoac okay okay have some more thoughts in return that this Spawned: (listen i’m fully aware that u were probably just ‘wouldn’t it be nice if Elain handed Lucien a little bunch of flowers one day, that’d be sweet, but like GO BIG OR GO HOME MEABHD. and u sent this to me i honestly don’t know what else u were expecting…)
Elain says at the end of ACOWAR that she wants to fill the world with more gardens. No doubt she makes the one she’s started in Velaris spread and enthusiastically throws herself into it after the war. It’s a place that she’s comfortable and a place that’s hers so Lucien, being tactful and polite, probably chooses to court her there more often.
He lets her talk endlessly about the flowers that she’s growing there, all the different seeds, the things that will grow in Prythian that she’d never even heard of in the mortal realms (she scolds his people for that because dammit, if I’d known about this before I’d have come here much sooner. And Lucien offers her a very grave apology on behalf of all fae-dom which makes her giggle)
Lucien literally lived in the Court of Flowers for the past 300 years or something, right, and he spent an inordinate amount of time riding the rails, on border patrol, etc, etc. The boy knows his plants, okay. And he’s probably delighted to have someone as enthusiastic as he is to share that with. (Listen, Lucien spent his free time in the Autumn Court camping out miles away from his home and learning how to catch trout with his bare hands - he loves the outdoors just as much as Elain, who spent all her time wherever they were carving out a garden, does. Elain spreads life wherever she goes and Lucien basks in it. This is a beautiful point of bonding for them).
Lucien tells her all about the Spring Court. It was toxic and unhealthy for him in Tamlin’s court and Elain gets very grumpy about the abuse that he suffered at Tamlin’s hands (and starts to encourage Lucien to look and think about Tamlin’s treatment of him too) but the court itself was beautiful. He tells her about the deep forests. About the plants that would bloom all year round. The gardens of the manor and the wild, untamed beauty found in the heart of the court.
Partly he talks to share this wonder with Elain the only way he knows how. He would take her there but with his relationship with Tamlin being what it is that isn’t possible…But he knows that he needs to tell her everything he can about it. Elain laps it all up and so he starts sharing things from the Autumn Court as well, diving into memories he thought he’d long forgotten because that court, too, had its beauty.
As he talks Elain starts to realise that this is for her benefit that he’s sharing these things, to see her smile and light up in wonder imagining all of the things he’s telling her about…But she also starts to sense a pang of longing and nostalgia in him and she realises that a part of him is homesick for these parts of those courts he once called home.
Elain hatches a cunning plan.
Using that sweet, diplomatic charm she cultivated in human high society she charms merchants and vendors from other courts into getting her what she needs and sets to work.
There’s a corner of her garden that she keeps fenced off and made such ferocious threats to Cassian when he tried to peek inside that he swears of all the Archeron sisters, he fears Elain the most. No-one is allowed to go to the part of the garden but especially not Lucien, it’s kept so secret from him that he doesn’t even know it exists.
Not until Elain comes to him one day, bursting with excitement and glowing so brightly people start questioning which one of them, exactly, is the heir to Day. She takes Lucien by the hand and quite firmly ignores his baffled babbling as she ties a blindfold over his eyes and leads him outside. She just tells him to trust her and Lucien shuts his mouth and obeys and that’s that.
She leads him out into the garden (Lucien stumbling a few times because, well, Elain is very excited and enthusiastic and that tends to dull her noticing things like loose stones and protruding roots, all of which poor Lucien trips over) but they manage to make it to this special little corner relatively intact.
Quivering with anticipation Elain takes off Lucien’s blindfold (standing on her toes and having him bend down a little while she curses him for being so damn tall) and waits with baited breath for his reaction as she stares around at what she’s created for. A little part of her garden is a miniature Spring Court, with a small section of Autumn too, both of them filled with all of Lucien’s favourite plants and flowers, that she spent a great deal of time researching to make sure she got it just right.
Lucien steps forwards on slightly trembling legs and moves deeper into the garden. It feels like he’s home, at last, like this strange, alien court that spent so long as the subject of his most twisted nightmares, could some day be his. Elain tentatively follows him and murmurs that she knew he was missing home and she thought this might help but if he doesn’t like it…
Never in all his many, many years of life has Lucien ever been this lost for words. After a very long moment and several tries, instinct and training kick in at last and he’s finally able to wheeze that he loves it, he loves it and that no-one…No-one has ever done anything like this for him before.
That little line he’s learning to love creases between Elain’s brows at that and she says that they should have done…Then she softens and smiles and murmurs quietly that she supposes she just has a lot of making up to do, in that case.
Lucien walks towards her and pulls her to him and tells her that he would very, very much like to kiss her right now, if that would be agreeable to her. Elain giggles and informs him that she didn’t very well go to all this effort for the simple pleasure of watching him gape at her like a fish, she thinks he should most definitely kiss her, after all her hard work.
Lucien doesn’t need to be told twice. He laughs at her boldness, even as she blushes for him, and wonders if this woman, this soft heart who just might be the strongest person he’s ever known, will ever stop surprising him.
He concludes, as she, impatient with his overly-polite dilly-dallying, takes his face firmly between her hands and draws him down to kiss her, that she most certainly will not. And he’s absolutely fine with that.
Once he’s spent a good long time properly appreciating Elain and all her hard work and their lips are red and swollen from said appreciation, he lets her lead him around the garden.
She shows him every single plant she’s brought here and lets him talk, tell her silly little facts about them, how that one is good to put on burns and that one should absolutely not, under any circumstances and no matter how much gold she’s offered, ever be drunk as a tea.
She tells him how much trouble she had getting hold of that and he tells her he’s not surprised, that it almost died out a few decades ago and he can’t believe she managed to get it to grow at all. Elain swells with pride and Lucien appreciates her some more.
He laughs and laughs and laughs over a small, insignificant looking little plant and tells her about the memories that it brings back from Spring, when things were better, a lifetime ago. Then he asks about her favourites, of the new ones that she’s found here and they bond and Lucien appreciates her a great deal.
Lucien, ever the graceful courtier, plucks up a delicate blue rose and tucks it into her hair. And then nothing will do but that Elain has to weave an entire bouquet into Lucien’s hair. They lie in the shade of a tree while she does this, Elain’s legs folded into a (highly unladylike, as Lucien teasingly comments and gets a swat on the arm in return) basket, Lucien’s head in her lap. As she works she confesses, giggling and blushing, that she’s been wanting to play with his hair for a very long time. Lucien smiles and tells her she’s welcome to do this as often as she wishes. Elain leans down and kisses him upside down.
Lucien refuses to take off his flower crown and proudly wears it to the family dinner the Circle have that night at the House of Wind. During which, Feyre smiles knowingly at them and just smiles some more when Elain sidles over to thank her for helping her find out what flowers Lucien likes.
Continuing with the “Deborah adds ridiculous middle names to people” theme, this was the one image I’d had in my head for a while. It doesn’t work for very long, and you can be sure that once Jason realizes he’s been tricked he’s going to be furious, but it’s worth it if just to completely baffle Tommy. He’s fought Jason how many times and never once thought something like that would work at all.
Also my first time drawing Jason ever (and I picked part 6 because even if he isn’t the most powerful in the game, I just love using the version Tommy actually fought (and resurrected… and sank in the lake… and nearly got killed by…) And the design is kinda cool in my opinion. XD
"please don't die in my lap. i'm begging you." shiro and sam with matt, who was fighting alongside the rebels when he was caught in a bad explosion and 3/4 of his leg is beyond saving
It didn’t take long for Matt’s breakfast to make a reappearance after he got a good look at his leg. Shiro had been trying his best to keep him from seeing it, pushing Matt’s face into his chest with one large hand on the back of his skull, but in the end Matt ended up catching a large glimpse of it anyway. And then he started heaving the contents of his stomach right onto his and Shiro’s laps.
He’s shaking violently by the time he’s done. Shiro’s hand is on his forehead, holding back shaggy locks of hair, and his father’s hand is rubbing large circles on his back.
“You’re okay, you’re okay,” Shiro says soothingly in his ear. It’s a lie, and they all know it, but it’s comforting nonetheless.
Matt gasps loudly, raising one hand to wipe away the remnants of vomit from his chin. “My leg–”
“I know.” Shiro tangles his fingers into Matt’s hair and draws his head to his chest once more. “I know, but you’re gonna be alright. This is nothing.”
Except it’s most definitely something, and Matt can tell from the way Shiro’s voice trembles just the slightest amount and the way it’s an octave higher than his usual speaking tone, giving away his uncertainty with probably more clarity than he realizes. He’s scared and that’s scaring Matt even more than the sight of his gruesome injury.
“Help is on the way, Matt,” his dad says. Matt’s left hand is being held tightly between his father’s palms. They’re cool and steady, a solid comfort in the turbulence his world has become.
This doesn’t phase Sam the way it would have a year ago, Matt muses. He wouldn’t exactly say his father is cut out for this kind of lifestyle; he’s a scientist, not a soldier. But surviving the Galra prisons and camps must have prepared him for something like this. They had only been reunited for a few weeks now, after Matt’s extraction team had helped to free the camp he was being held in, but Matt could definitely see the change. He’s sure it goes both ways. Space wars change a person, he reckons.
All that to say, he’s impressed with how calm and in-control his dad is managing to be right now. Even more so than Shiro. Sam had been the one to call for the medic when he’d seen Shiro cradling his son in the wreckage of the explosion, and he hasn’t left Matt’s side since. Matt is glad. Having his father beside him is a source of much-needed strength and comfort.
Which is really good, because he’s in agony. The explosion shook him to his core. His ears are ringing and pain is shooting through his skull like bolts of lightning. He’s covered in burns that make his skin feel too tight. His leg is strangely numb, though something about it feels distinctly not right. He doesn’t know if he would call it pain, but that just might be his own mind shielding him from an agony he can’t even imagine. It feels very, very wrong. He does know that there won’t be any saving it at this point.
And, oh, god, he’s getting dizzy now. He can’t tell if it’s the blood loss or the trauma or something else, but it hits him like a tidal wave, and if he wasn’t currently being held against Shiro’s body he most certainly would’ve fallen over.
“Think m’gonna pass out,” he mumbles weakly against black paladin armor. He can only hope it was loud enough for them to hear.
Judging by the alarm that suddenly flashes across Sam’s face, it was. His dad leans closer, brow wrinkling in urgency. “No, Matt, stay awake. You’ve got a head injury, so you can’t sleep yet. Keep your eyes open, okay?”
Matt groans. He doesn’t want to. He’s so…so dizzy, and he hurts, and the chaos still raging around them is disorienting. He wants the world to be still, so closing his eyes seems like a good option.
Until he’s shaken roughly and Sam is saying, “Matthew!” in a cautionary tone that’s similar to the one he used to use when Matt was young and about to do something disobedient. This feels a lot more urgent, though, and holds significantly more fear.
“Matt, don’t! Please, don’t fall asleep.” That’s Shiro. And, wow, Matt has never heard him sound so terrified before. “Please don’t die in my lap. I’m begging you.”
Die? Is that what they think is about to happen? “M’not gonna die,” he slurs. And he won’t. He only just got reunited with his family, with Shiro. There’s no way he would leave so soon–that’s ridiculous.
There’s a pronounced silence above him, and even in his muddled state of mind he can tell that something is passing between Sam and Shiro. There’s no way to tell what it is.
He doesn’t want to disappoint them. He wants to do what they’re telling him to do. It feels important. He knows it’s important, but he can’t fight the encroaching blackness on the edges of his vision. His strength is depleted. But Shiro and his dad are there. They won’t let anything bad happen to him. He trusts them. So he closes his eyes.
Roman did truly feel bad for leaving Virgil alone with the two toddlers. Really, he did. But Roman had a sneaking suspicion that Logan and Patton’s current state was due to magic somehow leaking from his room. It was the only thing that could explain it. Roman smiled to himself as he looked through the bookshelf in his room, knowing Logan would be proud of his deductive reasoning. While Roman, admittedly, wasn’t as much of an avid reader, did have a small collection of books. Most of which were fairytales, but there were also a couple spellbooks in the mix. In fact, the latter is what he was searching for. There had to be some sort of spell to reverse this. While yes, Logan and Patton were adorable, Roman didn’t want to know what would happen to Thomas when two major parts of his personality turned into children.