Watching Leverage can be a trip and a half. Especially because, like, how do all these people even find them? I mean, it’s kind of handwaved as Hardison’s computer algorithms and stuff finding them, but even so. And then! several people don’t want money, they want things like a horse, or even immaterial things like getting someone their self-esteem back. That’s some next-level shit right there.
Like, making deals with with the Fair Folk or demons type stuff.
Which means that the Leverage crew would be the demons/Fair Folk/supernatural entities having desperate people summon them, probably as a last-ditch desperation move they didn’t think would work.
Sophie is some sort of UnSeelie. She follows her rules and values manners and dispenses her kindnesses as she sees fit. Do not test her. You will not win.
Parker is a changeling, maybe. Or Seelie. Or maybe she’s just Parker, the only one of her kind. She hasn’t decided yet.
Nate is Human. An almost priest who hates himself and all his flaws and weaknesses while at the same time completely convinced of his own superiority. In the beginning anyway.
Eliot would have died years ago buy some unkind spirit liked his anger and blessed him and now he’s this sort of proto-god of soldiers who’s countries used them up and betrayed their ideals. He just doesn’t know it yet.
Hardison is something new. There is no word for him. He’s making a new world in which he will rule and he has no need at this time for a name or title.
When you cross the Threshold, you become something Other.
Fair Folk? Demigods? Archetypes? Perhaps.
The Threshold is always different. But when you return from it … you never really return. You are always Other. You are always Outside.
For those five, the Threshold was the warehouse explosion in the first episode.
And on the other side … no more petty cons and grifts. No more squalid thuggery. They have crystallized, become Archetypes: Grifter. Hacker. Hitter. Thief. Mastermind. Small gods? Perhaps, but most certainly Powers, dancing with ease on “alternative revenue streams” and even weirder magics.
Listen to their catch phrases. These are conjure words.
Strange promises, barely comprehensible to their beneficiaries, whispering of justice in an unjust world, payment deferred or refused, because the true coin of their trade is payback.
As she walks, the green of the leaves
follows her, leeching away so the oranges and reds beneath show
through. She knows not to run or she might cause a bad harvest, she’s
done so too many times.
Instead she channels the flutters in
her heart into letting new growth spring up in her wake, plants that
begin with Spring but are only truly alive in Autumn.
Just like her.
She nears the place and cannot help the
quickening of her steps, for she knows what lies beyond the clearing,
inside the hole that gapes like a mouth shouting in delight.
Her mother compared the doorway to a
mouth screaming in fear, which says more about her mother than the
goddess probably realizes.
She knows this place well, knows the
dirt as she climbs back up to bring Spring and greenness back to the
world of humanity. She knows the weeds and grass that rings it as
well as she knows the surface of her own skin.
She stands and takes a deep breath,
letting the world turn to Autumn behind her. She leaps, red leaves
and green grass blades following her and the petals of the white
flower in her hair mixed in among them.
It’s a long way down but her body is
relaxed and unworried. Her eyes are still open as she watches herself
descend to fall into two strong arms.
“Hello, Persephone,” Hades smiles
at her, the foreboding face softening.
“Hello, my darling husband,” she
responds, as the last detritus from the world above falls around
them. “How has our realm been since I was last here? Is my garden
still growing? Are the souls behaving? Where is Cerberus?”
Hades laughs, the sound a little rusty
from six months of disuse. “Our realm is all the better for the
return of its queen.” He sets her down but presses her body close,
kissing her hair, “As am I.”
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I asked Persephone, “How could you grow to love him? He took you from flowers to a kingdom where not a single living thing can grow.”
Persephone smiled, “My darling, every flower on your earth withers. What Hades gave me was a crown made for the immortal flowers in my bones.”
Nikita Gill, Conversations With Persephone (via meanwhilepoetry)
Do any of you know about that one painting with Aphrodite being born out of lava with a black swan by her side or did i completely hallucinate that? Been searching for a while but i can’t find it for shit.
I tried googling that description but no luck either, anyone might know what painting this might be (or if it does exist? cause it sounds sick lol)
It took a bit of googling magic, but I think I’ve found it.
The Ancient Egyptian sky god of infinity, eternity, and endlessness is called “Huh.”
Huh has no gender, and can represent as either male or female. Other common names are Heh, Hah, Hauh, Hehu, and Hauhet – which is the name of the feminine Huh.
to forecast the future; another wrenches your tongue from your mouth, changes you into a bird precisely because you have been given this gift. The gods are generous
in this way. I learned to avoid danger, avoid fear, avoid excitement, these the very triggers that prompt my wings from their resting place deep inside. And so, I avoided fights, avoided everything really. In the locker room, I avoided other boys,
all the while intently studying that space between their shoulder blades, patiently looking for the tell-tale signs, looking to find even one other boy like me, the wings buried but there nonetheless. I studied them from a distance.
When people challenge a god, the gods curse them with the label of madness. It is all very convenient. And meanwhile, a god took the form of a swan and raped a girl by the school gates. Another took the shape of an eagle to abduct a boy
from the football field. Mad world. And what about our teachers? Our teachers expected us to sit and listen. In Theology, there was a demon inside each of us; in History, the demons among us. So many demons
in this world. Who among us could have spoken up against the gods, the gods who continued living among us? They granted wishes and punishments much the way they always had. Very few noticed them casually taking the shape of one thing or another.
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