#(regardless of everything else I do kinda need the time keepers to be ~a bit shady

[littlehollyleaf]

ok shhh so listen

...I LIKE the Loki series so far...

and I might want to babble and/or meta about it

but it could still all go horribly wrong for me so shhhhh let's just not talk about it yet so I don't jinx it

(especially since w.t.f. The Avengers timeline destruction fuckery was 'MEANT TO HAPPEN' ?? 'MEANT TO HAPPEN' ?!

literally changing multiple characters' previously established pasts, including but not limited to Peggy Carter's, Gamora and Nebula's, and fucking Thanos', was all 'MEANT TO HAPPEN' - but oh, Loki picking up a box that he didn't even cause to be dropped, THAT'S the thing that fucked everything up? THAT'S the nexus? HE'S the 'variant' and not, idk, the version of Peggy who diverged from her original timeline, ie. the magical/mythical single timeline the TVA video tells of surely(?), to dance with and/or marry a future version of Steve who shouldn't even be able to exist anymore? or the past version of Gamora who has diverged from her original timeline, ie. similarly The Prime timeline(?), to exist in a future that can't have happened with Thanos and Nebula dead??

I just - I'm currently holding to the belief that the whole 'the Time Keepers maintain the 'correct' flow of time' thing is actually at least somewhat bullshit and there will be a reveal later on that they are kinda shady and some of their choices about what 'should' and 'shouldn't' happen are either arbitrary or blatant favouritism or both because HONESTLY - I was with Loki in that court room scene - if anyone is to blame for the current timeline catastrophe it is 1000% THE AVENGERS, and not this unfortunate past version of Loki who got accidentally caught up in their shenanigans while simply trying his hardest to be a power hungry villain and rule the world(s) so he doesn't have to confront his own pain... you know?? :p

...or is the idea that everything The Avengers did post-Loki-tesseract-escape... was ACTUALLY 'WRONG' cos they were 'meant' to get the tesseract? so Loki taking it started a catastrophic chain reaction from that point? meaning him doing that is, like, the catalyst, the root cause, the first domino that CAUSED the death of past Nebula and Thanos and all the rest of the stuff that Doesn't Work? So... stopping Loki's escape will/would/should ...change the plot of Endgame to how it/things WERE 'meant to happen'?

...hmmmm ...aside from the fact that would, I repeat, really not be the fault of Poor Unfortunate Albeit Villainous Past Loki ...THAT ...could work?

...esp if the endgame of all this is to therefore UNDO, well, Endgame ...from that scene on at least ...though god knows how that would work with other current plots in the mcu, so it prob won't be that... in fact obviously it can't be given the Dr Strange film is clearly gonna be a 'multiple timelines battling for dominance' situation, so we are more likely gonna end up either with an mcu that just HAS multiple timelines existing alongside each other or a NEW single timeline that has magically merged histories and characters from various films/stories/franchises via... well, magic, one assumes...

...also what are those lantern-like contraptions that agents leave behind at these so called Nexus Points exactly? The things that apparently 'reset' or 'purge'. What are they actually doing?? They left one in the desert at the point of Loki's escape... now... if it was supposed to 'reset' the timeline back to the version with Loki going to Asgard jail and Freya being killed and Ragnarok etc etc then clearly that didn't happen? Sooooo...? Could these things... be a handy handwavy technobabble answer to how the rest of the timeline fuckery is able to currently be happening? Is that one in the desert keeping all the current paradox, multiple versions of other characters etc stuff stable somehow?? ...cos I MIGHT, I MIGHT be able to suspend disbelief enough to accept that...

But listen

I'm not talking about this

Nope

I'm not gonna let myself hope for a satisfying light at the end of this Terrible Time Travel Travesty...

That would be foolish...)

#loki the series #in which we are all creating illusions in a desperate attempt to hide from our own lack of control... #(regardless of everything else I do kinda need the time keepers to be ~a bit shady #just because #it's a pretty standard tried and tested ~thing with fictional beings that control time ya know? #and... I just think it's neat) #(also I'm digging the idea of this other Loki variant... what's gonna be the twist there? #they are currently cloaked cos... they are a shapeshifted version? a female Loki? #are they gonna look like King Loki from Agent of Asgard comics?? #is the twist that they are actually ~not Loki?? #can we bring back the 'it's Mephisto' theories??? :p #are they a Loki trying to create a timeline where Freya doesn't 'have' to die? #this is a good mystery I like it... just hope the payoff is good...)

[passable-talent]

So like, maybe reader gets captured or something like that and Anakin kinda loses it? I give you creative liberties since I’ve never sent a request before 👉👈 hope you are having a nice day!

congrats ahdjfjs you made it in under the wire!!

and that’s fine! I love when people bring requests to me regardless of how formatted they bring it 

This mission was essential. 

General Grievous was a threat to the galaxy, and he needed to be destroyed, whatever it took. So, when his location was ensured and confirmed, the Jedi Order sent three Jedi to infiltrate it. Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, and (Y/N). They were to slide into the complex he was visiting, set up explosives, and detonate it, leaving no chance for escape to anyone within it. 

And for the most part, everything had gone according to plan. 

Every detonator was weaponized and placed. Now, they just needed to get out, and to safety, to blow it all. And General Grievous would die. That’s all you needed- for your luck to hold out just a little bit longer. 

But why would it?

Why would luck favor you, the Jedi who betrayed the Code with every thought that crossed your mind? The Jedi who would leave it all behind, if asked, for one man? This man another Jedi, if things weren’t bad enough. The Force had no reason to reward you, and your blasphemy, your bitterness, your utter disregard for the code you’d been told to live by all your life. Regardless of your skill with a saber or ship, the Force refused to be kind to you.

And so it almost never was. 

A routine droid patrol came across the three of you. You destroyed them as quickly as you could, having made no missteps, no errors, but they had sent up the alarm. And all was ruined.

But that was fine, it was okay, as long as- as long as you could make it out, you could blow it all, and Grievous would die, all the same. You just needed to run. Fast enough to escape, to get clear. That’s all you needed.

It was a mad dash to the exit of the complex, at a dead sprint, no heed for anything else. No discussion, no banter, no plan. Just run. You had your saber at your belt, having no need for it in the moment, keeping all of your energy for the run beside Obi-Wan. The Code wasn’t here, wasn’t to protect you in battle. Your bitterness toward the teachings you’d been given all your life was in your heart as you ran, ran as a lowly soldier for the Republic, not as a peace keeper for the galaxy. 

The code, which served meditators, served the peaceful council who sat in their chairs and judged the foot soldiers, the knights who risked their lives. What other than emotion, ignorance, passion, chaos, death, existed in war? Here, there was no peace, there was no knowledge, no serenity, nor harmony. Why should the Force guide you in war?

You made no sound when you went down. 

The droid hit just below your ribcage, on your right side, and your legs faltered under you. You hit the floor, adrenaline pumping through your body, and you struggled upwards as best you could. The Force never favored you, the Code never guided you. 

You were caught by the ankle, and dragged back down. 

“Anakin!” you screamed, trying to find purchase on the smooth tile floor as you were dragged backwards. He whirled around, now without the gates, safe beyond where the blast would reach him. His eyes met yours as you struggled, retrieved and ignited your saber, stabbing it into the floor. You thought it might give you a chance, you hoped it would stop you from being dragged back further. 

“(Y/N)!” he called, and the doors began to close. 

There is no emotion, there is peace.

“Blow it!” You knew that as long as you were being dragged back, Grievous would focus his attention on keeping the captured Jedi, not hunting down the other two. While you were inside, right now, Grievous was still to be killed by the explosion. “Anakin, blow it!” 

And the gate shut, leaving behind only your parting words, a desperate plea for death. 

.

Anakin looked downward at the button in his hand. 

“Anakin, they told you what you need to do,” Obi-Wan said, sensing the confliction in his former padawan. Anakin knew what needed to be done, but...

But he couldn’t let you die. 

“They told you to go through with the plan,” Obi-Wan insisted, “They must have known they would die, but that it would cause us to succeed. Detonate it, Anakin.” 

“I can’t,” Anakin said, voice strained and hurt. 

“Anakin, are you willing to lose a war to keep them alive?” Obi-Wan asked, his voice accusatory, and Anakin narrowed his eyes toward Obi-Wan. 

“Yes,” he breathed, and after not an instant more launched the detonator, far away into the forest. 

.

You were torn from your saber, but that was alright. Your side was bleeding through charred skin, and your arms were tired, and it was alright. You accepted the fiery explosion that would take your life, because you knew it would take Grievous’, too. 

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

You could die well, in service of the galaxy, even if it was as just a soldier. You could die, knowing that you’d take Grievous with you into the fire and the flames. At least, to Anakin, you would die a Jedi. A noble hero.

But it never came. And when your foot was finally dropped, the blunt of a weapon smashed into your temple. You were unconscious within the second.

. 

Anakin and Obi-Wan had fled to the forest, where they would be safe- for now. 

“Anakin, do you understand what you’ve done?” Obi-Wan scolded him, “The mission has not only failed, but you’ve done (Y/N) a disservice by keeping them alive in the care of Grievous.”

“I’ll get them out,” Anakin growled, his rage-filled eyes turned toward the forest floor. 

“You can’t possibly go in there,” Obi-Wan said, “it’s suicide. They’ll be on high alert.”

“You said it yourself, master.” Anakin turned over his saber in his grip, voice cold. “Every moment they spend alive with Grievous is torture.”

“You’ll die if you go after them,” Obi-Wan reminded him. 

“They were willing to die for us,” Anakin said, “I’m the same.”

“Anakin, we cannot afford to lose two good Jedi-”

“I can’t afford to lose them.”

There is no passion, there is serenity.

.

You awoke in a chair, reclined, as though your comfort had been considered by your captor. But you couldn’t move your arms nor legs, nor even your neck, and your wound hadn’t been treated. You felt it lazily sludging blood into your robes. 

Grievous introduced himself by wheezing your surname.

“A fine saber,” he said, appreciating the ignited orange blade, “an excellent addition to my collection.” He had kept you from moving your arms, but done nothing about your fingers, and so you opened your hand, calling your saber to you with the Force. It ripped from his grip and flew to yours, and so you gave him a triumphant, cocky smile. 

Grievous growled, and brought the back of his metal hand across your right cheekbone. The metal cut through your flesh like gelatin. 

Tears immediately came to your eyes, and you felt the blood begin to roll down your jaw, but you turned your gaze back to him without a word. 

“It seems you aren’t interested in a discussion of weapons,” Grievous said, grabbing your saber from your hand again, “So I’ll move on. You’re going to tell me all about where your little Jedi friends are hiding.”

As if he thought you’d be so easy. 

.

Most of the security of the base was either on its exterior, thanks to the two Jedi that had disappeared into the forest, or within it, thanks to the Jedi at Grievous’ disposal. That meant that there were droids in every single place Anakin wanted to be, and as such there were to be plenty of things in his way. But Anakin Skywalker had never been one to balk at obstacles. 

Obi-Wan let him go, to attempt to retrieve you, finally admitting that if he could save you, it would do good for the galaxy. He was still silently angered that Anakin hadn’t blown the base, but he would save that lecture for another day. Something about ‘respecting the wishes of a dying Jedi’. Such a lecture was burned deep into his heart. 

Obi-Wan offered only a bit of help, providing a distraction on the north end of the complex so that attention would be drawn from the South. Anakin made it past the first wall, and once he had, there wasn’t much left to go, until he reached the droid army that would have no doubt amassed around you, keeping you prisoner. He knew you were wounded, and that you may not be much help- still, he was determined to get you out, no matter what it took. 

There is no chaos, there is harmony. 

.

Eventually, you pissed Grievous off so much that he was finished with you. You were still useful to him, so he couldn’t kill you, but how he wanted to. He took you by the throat, dragging you from the room. You gripped at his hand at your throat, his metal fingers digging and pinching and cutting the thin skin of your neck, and you tried to kick from his grip, to no success. 

“You are an irritating slime,” Grievous told you, voice hoarse as always, and tossed you by the neck into a cell. Its door closed before you even hit the floor. 

Which was good- it saved you embarrassment. You tried to catch yourself, but the door being up three stairs from the floor, and you fell further than you expected. You’d managed to plant your foot straight down, but too much weight came down upon your left leg. As though time had slowed down, you felt your mistake, and as your body was still twisting through the air, you felt it when your femur came down upon your knee, and when it found resistance, it slipped to the side, twisting, while your tibia remained where it was. 

The pain was immediate. As was your collapse to the floor.

.

Where luck had been against him from the moment he placed the last explosive, Anakin had finally run into a stroke of good luck. Grievous was nowhere to be seen when Anakin located the wing that you must’ve been- a cell door, shut and sealed, surrounded by a dozen droids. 

Easy. 

Anger wasn’t meant to be the way of the Jedi, Anakin knew that. But he had disobeyed the code plenty of times before, and now, he would do it again. He didn’t need to curb himself- his rage, in this instant, was his focus, drawing him toward his singular goal. 

Not a single droid managed to fire a single shot. 

One well-placed swipe of the saber and the door swung open. 

.

You were laying on your back on the floor, trying to ride out your pain. 

The door opened on your left, and for an instant you weren’t sure if this was fantasy, or reality- Anakin Skywalker, your guardian angel, here to rescue you. 

“Anakin?” You breathed, and as he stepped through the door you decided that he must be real. He had to be. So you threw your left leg over your right, rolling onto your stomach to begin the process of standing. It threw the whole world out of balance, your dizziness and blood loss starting to affect you. 

There is no death, there is the Force.

Only when you were on your knees did you reveal to Anakin your right side- its bloody wound from droid fire, its deep cuts along your cheek and neck, and the large, smudged print of blood your wet robes left on the floor. He rushed forward to you, gently helping you to your feet, and immediately he noticed how you lifted your left foot from the floor. 

“I’ve got you,” he said, pulling your left arm over his shoulder so that your injured leg hung between you. His words were a promise, more than a statement- that you would escape, that he would make sure of it. He started toward the door, and you tried to assist him, but with every step his fingers, meant to hold you up by gripping your right side, dug into the skin nearby your wound. You couldn’t see, with all the blood and sweat in your eyes, now blurring anew with tears. 

“Anakin,” you said again, trying to say any number of things- ‘I’m sorry’, ‘leave me behind’, ‘thank you’. But your voice failed you, and you just left your jaw hang slack with grunts of pain and panting breath, every ounce of your focus taken by limping toward the exit. 

Until a single thought entered your mind. 

“My saber,” you groaned, pulling from his grip when he tried to continue. “I need to find my saber.” 

“(Y/N), we don’t have time,” Anakin said, trying to gather you toward the gate again, but you resisted with a shake of your head, eyes dulled but focused. 

“It might still be- I have to find it.” If you had any control, over anything in the galaxy, it was yourself. You could control your own fate, your own decisions, your body. Sheer will invaded your mind and so your limbs, flooding you with adrenaline, and so you took off, leaving him no choice but to follow. You learned quickly how to run on your injured leg, numbed yet weak as it was- as long as only your toes struck the floor, and not your heel, your knee didn’t force you to the ground. 

And finally, some good luck came your way. 

Grievous had left your saber in the room you had awoken in. Relief hitting you like a wall, you strapped it to your waist, but with that relief came a crash of your adrenaline, and suddenly you couldn’t even stand. Anakin caught you before you hit the floor, and tried to guide you again, but your feeble steps turned into toes dragging on the floor behind his footfalls. Soon he conceded and pulled your arms over his shoulders, and ordered you- ‘hold on’. 

Your grip was loose around his neck, but you managed not to slip off. 

You were bloodied, and bruised, and your knee didn’t quite work. The 2-1B droid aboard Obi-Wan’s ship called it a hyperextension- a stretching of your ligaments. And the cuts were deep, but nothing that couldn’t be fixed, even if red lines would accent your neck and face for quite a while. 

And Anakin didn’t leave your side, even as Obi-Wan insisted you just needed to sleep. 

A lifetime ago, before the Clone Wars, before you’d even had a light saber, you were taught a different code. One that, you could see now, was meant to ease children into the absolute, the black and white, that they weren’t yet ready for. 

It was this code that you felt still held true. You were barely a knight, barely even an adult, fighting a war for politicians who would never see the pain it caused. You fought it beside the true love of your life, the one thing you would die without, die for, and you felt his heartbreak when he looked upon your blood, and your heart broke the same each time you heard his pain. 

Emotion, yet peace.

You would do anything for Anakin Skywalker. You would fight a nonsense war you didn’t believe in, if it meant you could do it at his side. 

Ignorance, yet knowledge.

You knew not what truly guided this war, and it meant nothing to you. You knew what you needed to know, for the time being.  

Passion, yet serenity.

Anakin was half asleep at your feet, the couch just long enough that while you laid lengthwise, he could curl up in the final bit of space. You would do anything for him, anything, you’d follow him to the end of the universe. You loved him more than you could describe, more than there were words in all the languages of the galaxy, more than there were stars in hyperspace. You only hoped he knew it. 

Chaos, yet harmony.

Nothing was black and white- only a Sith deals in absolutes, and you were a Jedi. There was no harmony without chaos, and if it hadn’t been for everything going wrong, then you wouldn’t have been able to illustrate to Anakin, and him to you, the way that each would die for the other. Grievous lives to fight another day, but so do you.

Death, yet the Force.

And each day, you wake up, when the odds tell you you should have died long ago. You wake up, and have the honor of seeing and loving Anakin Skywalker, and feeling his love just the same. You wake up knowing that even though this war would one day fall into the history books and someday be the one question a youngling can’t answer on their history exams, you were calmed with the knowledge that you were on the right side of it. You had been brought to Coruscant, to fight for the light, to believe in it, to love it. 

Maybe the Force was with you, after all. 

-🦌 Roe

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[marrella-splendens]

hinchinbrook

it was getting into mid-july, so for a little walk outside valentine only needed to grab a relatively light jacket and gloves. after weeks of seemingly unending clouds, the sky had finally opened up, and seeing as she was off-duty at the moment, nothing was stopping her from spending a few precious moments at her favorite sitting spot. beverly and myrtle were both up at the top of the light, cleaning off the fresnel or something. it was about 7pm, but at this latitude at this time of the year, that still gave them a good two or three hours of leeway before sunset. she'd check in on them later. daisy, however, had been sick with a particularly tenacious cold for the past several days, and she sniffled pathetically from her bed across the room. she turned over on her side, watched through the dark sweaty bangs covering her eyes as valentine prepared to go out.

"you're going out, val," she mumbled blearily. it was phrased like a statement, but something in her intonation was questioning.

"yup," she replied. "s'clear out. I'll draw you a picture of it, if you want. hell, see it yourself if you can get out of bed before the clouds roll back in." daisy just groaned, and rolled back over. barely a minute went by before valentine could hear her snoring again. that was probably for the best.

pulling on her cleanest wool hat, she stepped outside, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. the sun hung low in the southwest. it'd be skirting above the pacific for a little while yet. she fished a pair of bent aviators out of her pocket, and thought about how stylish she looked, at least for a lighthouse keeper. she slowly trudged along the path, making her way to just behind the outbuildings next to the cliff.

while the island was known for having a few rather nice beaches, valentine actually appreciated being able to watch the ocean from up here. it felt safer, and knowing the mercurial nature of these waters, she needed all the comfort she could get. it was bad enough thinking about the earthquakes that had hit, back in the late twenties, that had forced a slight relocation onto sturdier ground. for now, though, everything was calm and quiet and stable. she found her favorite spot, a nice clean tree stump, and pulled out her notepad as she sat down.

from somewhere up and behind her, she heard a dull thump followed by the muffled sound of uproarious laughter. she clicked her tongue disapprovingly, but if bev and myrtle had fucking broken something again, they probably wouldn't be laughing. not this hard, anyway. as long as they were working, and not getting... distracted, again. she shook her head.

the first part of a drawing, at least for valentine, was the ever-important date at the top left corner. she was known for meticulously dating all her notes, regardless of their pertinence to her work, here. it calmed her down, to know when things happened, to have it all sorted out in her head. she mumbled to herself as she scribbled, "july fourteenth, nineteen seventy two." and with that, she was free to get to business.

the vista itself was not always, well, terribly majestic. she was certainly used to it, staring out at the horizon, watching where the ocean met the sky. what was interesting was... yes! there. over the course of a minute or so, she started to see a shape appearing, a vague blob that barely passed for any kind of seafaring vessel at this point. she dutifully sketched it, however, making note of the time, drawing it again and again as it crept more into view. based on its size and apparent heading, it was an oil tanker, slowly lumbering its way up to valdez. like just about all sea traffic, around here.

on more interesting days, the atmosphere might present her with a fata morgana, allowing her to see incoming ships from farther away, as images and inverted images of ships, stacked on top of one another, bent their way around the horizon to her. she liked to watch those, as the shapes tended to waver and adjust rapidly. gave her more things to sketch.

as the tanker moved along and back out of sight, valentine started to sketch all the little clouds that still persisted after the veritable blankets, that had entombed them until today, finally decided to part. she liked the shapes they made, little wisps of icy cirrus, here and there. playful, almost; forming lines and waves and gentle curves as the wind rolled them around, distorting and reforming them. the sun, moving more laterally than anything, continued westward, starting to hide a bit behind the trees, and casting long shadows everywhere.

the chill was starting to set in. nothing at all like winter, but cold always seemed to find its way to you regardless. she rubbed her hands together, stood up and ran in place, and did her best to warm back up. she knew that if she wanted she could go back in, have some coffee. maybe check up on what the girls were doing, or perhaps not doing. but she felt compelled to stay. as if to drive the point home, a large flock of seabirds soared past overhead, and val was already back to her notebook, doing her best to do justice to the beautiful forms that nature was kindly presenting to her. she barely noticed when the light came on, behind her, starting to blink lazily, casting occasional shadows here and there. the sun had finally fled the scene, leaving the sky a deep, almost uniform blue.

somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew her work shift was going to start, soon. with daisy out of commission, the few short nighttime hours would be left to her, and her alone. it was about when she had this thought, thinking about sitting around, checking on things, staying awake all night, that she started to hear something. something hissing, from behind her. immediately her mind raced; what kind of wildlife lived here that could make a noise like that? she knew there were bears around, and wolves. stuff like that. but hissing? it almost sounded like some kind of gas leak, but they didn't even have that out here. she forced herself to turn around.

at first, besides the sound, nothing at all seemed particularly amiss. the lights were on in the main building; she even saw a silhouette in the window for just a moment that looked like bev; nobody else she knew had hair quite like that. she looked around, into the woods. nothing but spruce and hemlock stared back at her. and then she thought to look up.

almost directly above her, an entire constellation appeared to be falling out of the sky. at least, that was her first impression. she sat down on the dirt, incredulous, forcing her hand to continue what it had been dutifully doing for the past couple hours. shaking from cold and a creeping sense of fear, she did her best to render in graphite what her eyes hardly believed they were seeing. suspended above them, hanging in the indigo sky, about a half dozen fireballs burned through the air, in formation. she would have thought they were moving, as they left fiery trails in their wake, wisping off in streams of burning red and orange and green, but none of them even appeared to be moving.

it was difficult to take her eyes off them, even to draw. the hissing noise grew louder, and ever so slightly, the fireballs began to move, circling almost, seeming to burn away in some nonexistent wind. she found she could barely move, or open her mouth to speak. her eyes wide, she wanted to scream, to call for help, to at least call somebody to witness this with her, but she only felt her eyes well up with tears. they left trails of biting cold down her cheeks, in the slight breeze, but she could not move her hand to wipe them away. the image of the fireballs burned into her, leaving ghostly trails on her retinas. the noise was unbearable, so loud she thought the ground would crumble away underneath her, that the cliffside would finally fail and she'd be dragged down with everything into the maw of the pacific.

the fireballs were close now. if they had been made of fire, she surely would have felt some heat off of them; they were about level with the top of the lighthouse now. surely the ladies inside could see this, or at least hear it! but if they did, they did not come running outside, to check on her. the sound was absolutely unbearable.

suddenly, without any apparent prompting, one fireball broke from the group, approaching her. surely now her diaphragm would produce a scream, but all she heard was her own voice, croaking in her throat. she was holding on her her pencil so hard she thought it would crack. she looked, stared up into the fireball, as it filled her vision, and for a moment, she thought she saw something staring back.

when she woke up, it was dark. the stars were out, glowing beautifully; jupiter hung right over the horizon, bright enough to leave a faint trail of reflection on the water, which seemed relatively calm. there was no noise, no more hissing, not even the slightest breeze. and she was sitting on her stump again. hadn't she gotten up? she wasn't sure. it took a few more moments to notice a presence next to her. "hey val, you alright?" asked the vague blob in her peripheral. myrtle, based on her voice. kinda raspy.

valentine turned her head, as if submerged in tacky glue. "uhhh..." she began to answer. she realized, though, that she didn't know what to say. wasn't sure if she had just been dreaming. "you didn't happen to, um." she felt stupid. they'd laugh at her for this, no doubt. "there were, uh. some shooting stars. did you see those?"

myrtle just chuckled, and patted her on the shoulder. "I was inside, remember? cmon val, you're cold as ice, and we need some relief. let's get some coffee in you, alright?" valentine didn't resist as she was led back along the path, back indoors. she couldn't really complain; she had almost started to forget what warmth felt like. once her fingers stopped burning, she carefully pulled her notebook out of her pocket, flipped it to the latest entry.

a half dozen very shaky fireballs.

she closed it and tucked it back into her pocket. she had work to do. daisy, from her bed in the corner, laughed to herself, and managed to pull her body up into a sort of halfway sitting position. it looked uncomfortable, but daisy didn't seem to mind at all. in fact, if you had asked her, valentine would have said she seemed completely healthy again, if it weren't for the ugly crust of dried snot around her nose and at the corners of her mouth. she looked right at her. right into her eyes. and seemed, almost, as if she was about to speak, but instead only winked, and climbed back underneath the blankets.

two days later, she died, without having said another word. they buried her near the edge of the woods. bev even liberated a decently sized gravestone from near the cliffs, careful not to fall down herself. they did what they could for her. when valentine was due to return home again, later that summer, she knew she wouldn't be coming back. she'd find another line of work. something less remote. only a couple years later, the lighthouse was automated, making their jobs obsolete anyway.

valentine didn't even hear about the lighthouse again until 1981. she had been chatting up some members of a tanker crew, in a little dive bar in anchorage. the windows were drafty as all fuck, and they huddled together near a space heater, telling stories about life on the sea. the guy next to her, matthew, brightened up when she mentioned cape hinchinbrook. "ya worked there, huh? ya don't say. useful light, yaknow." she chuckled to himself, and his companion, and older guy named chuck, just grunted.

"don't even start about that nonsense, matt. we can hear it coming a mile away," he said, looking like he might spit at the thought.

matthew brushed it off. "cmon, it's a good one. now, val, it's really funny, not long after you left, we were passin' there, as we used to do, and it was gettin' kinda late in the evening,"

"christ," groaned chuck, as he got up to get another beer. "fuckin' sick of this shit. call me back over when you've got somethin' original to spout off about."

"anyway!" matthew laughed, "it was... I think it was seventy three. we go past and, at first I think it's just a star, right? a bright star. but it's moving! circling around the lighthouse, like it fuckin owned the place! almost looked like, I dunno." he started to look discouraged. "like somethin' on fire, I guess. anyway, they say it's 'uninspired' or some shit. but I swear to you."

valentine took a drink. "just the one, you say?"

honestly, matthew just looked relieved to not be laughed at. "yeah," he said. "just the one."

#fiction #ufo #lighthouse #alaska

[theshatteredrose]

Relic Keepers: Awakening of the Red Lily (Chapter 6) - Original Fiction

AN: Hope you enjoy reading~

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Chapter 6:

Eishirou tried to concentrate on his tablet, but the firm grip that Zayne had on his hand was somewhat distracting. The grip was tight, but not painful. Yet his heart raced at the touch regardless, which was honestly pretty stupid. Zayne just wanted to ensure his safety. And what easier way to ensure that he didn’t fall through a hole in the floor or trip and hurt himself than physically keeping a hold of him?

That explanation, though, made him feel…disappointed. For some inexplicable reason.

He had to get that out of his head. He was in a mine, at least twenty-feet underground, with Zayne as his only companion and bodyguard. Oh, they were also lost. And there were massive centipede-like ShadowDwellers trundling about at the speed of a freight train.

He clearly had other things to worry about.

And not how warm Zayne’s hand was around his…

…Gah.

Zayne’s hand suddenly tightened around his as he tugged him protectively to his side. “Careful, there’s a hole in the wall here,” he explained lowly.

Lifting his gaze from his tablet, he saw that Zayne wasn’t exaggerating. There was a large hole in the wall. From floor to ceiling. And about…seven feet in width.

Eishirou glanced around at the ground before the hole. There were bits of stones and debris splayed out from the hole and into the hallway where they stood. In a matter akin to a force striking the wall from the other side.

He kinda had an idea as to what could have been responsible.

“It…looks like that centipede ShadowDweller smashed through this at one point.”

Zayne frowned. “That means we’re potentially in its way again.”

“It…looks lighter in here,” Eishirou mused aloud. “It might lead us out.”

Zayne wasn’t exactly thrilled but what other options did they have at this point?

“I guess there’s only one way to find out,” he muttered as he cautiously stepped into the new darken tunnel, keeping Eishirou close to him as he did so.

He spent a few moments looking at their new surroundings, gazing up and down, left and right. Searching for anything that could be a threat. Listening intently.

So, Eishirou kept his mouth shut, waiting for the Elite to take the lead once more. When, finally, Zayne chose a direction and they continued their trek through the unknown tunnels.

Their surroundings had changed subtly, and yet significantly. The stone walls weren’t perfectly carved, or symmetric. The pathways weren’t created in a grid pattern. Facing north to south, or west to east.

The one thing he noticed immediately was the lack of destruction. The hole lead straight into a wall. No signs of damage to be found. If a centipede ShadowDweller was responsible, then why did it just create a hole and leave?

Strange.

The second thing he noticed was that the stone corridors had turned into winding tunnels. Imperfect in structure. The floor beneath their feet sloped upwards and downwards at random intervals. There were no wooden support beams to be seen. And the deafening silence had given way to the sound of dripping water from somewhere. He wasn’t entire how close or how far; the acoustics within caves made accurately pin-pointing anything quite difficult.

And Eishirou little to no experience with caves.

It would have been easy to assume that the paths they now walked where natural. Likely to have been created over time. Or by the very ShadowDweller they had hid from.

Only…

“Torches.”

“Hm?” Zayne uttered.

Eishirou pointed to the objects that were spaced out along the walls at certain intervals. Within hollowed out nooks upon the stone walls was a wooden stick draped in thick, tar-laden cloth. He remembered seeing such things in his previous research. They were objects that ancient peoples used to illuminate their paths.

“Those things set into the wall. They’re torches. Not like the ones we know. If you set the end of fire, it acts like a torch.”

Zayne nodded his head idly, only mildly interested as his caution was in high gear. “There’s a line of them,” he commented.

“Yeah,” Eishirou replied as he glanced down at his tablet to note that they were heading north. “I think we’re in a new-no older part of the underground tunnels. If we follow the torches, they might lead us to something.”

“A door, I hope,” Zayne commented dryly as he continued to lead the way.

“Yeah, so do I.”

Someone, at some point, had been down in these tunnels. And the torches had to begin and end somewhere. Hopefully, by following them, it will lead them to a way out.

After a few minutes of cautious walking, Zayne pulled him to a stop once more. There wasn’t protectiveness in his posture this time. But curiosity.

“Look at this,” he said simply as he pointed to the wall next to him.

Eishirou immediately peered around. And by the blue light of his mana wings, he saw that had caught his attention. “Cave paintings.”

Though the etching were faded due to time, the figures found were easy to recognize. Brown figures of humans with spears and weapons appeared to be in a battle. Facing off against three others. Creatures that were large and painted with rich, black paint. Purposely so. As if the ancient painter had wanted to emphasize how dark those very creatures were.

And those creatures…

“They look like ShadowDwellers,” Zayne stated.

Eishirou nodded his head in agreement and snapped a quick photo of the figures with his tablet. He’d look at it in greater detail back at the Academy. “They do.”

The centipede. Scorpions. The third was the form of a spider. A large spider that towered over everything within the painting.

He couldn’t help but wonder; Were they native to the area at some point in history? Or were they myths and legends brought to life because of the Bombardment?

Maybe the stones and paintings could tell him? If there was enough mana, that was.

Setting his tablet within his bag, Eishirou placed his hand against the cool stone and closed his eyes. He tried to connect with the mana hidden within the stones. Yet, he wasn’t able to. “Hah, there’s a little bit of mana here, but not enough to pull a recording. So, we can only speculate what they mean.”

“Pull a recording?” Zayne abruptly asked, reminding Eishirou that he hadn’t had the chance to explain earlier.

“Oh, it’s another skill that I have. With the use of mana and under the right circumstances, I can literally pull information from an object. Sometimes I receive images in my mind. Sometimes voices from long ago. The information I receive depends on the nature of the mana stored inside.”

In spite of the dim lighting, Zayne actually looked impressed. “You mean you can actually see or hear events from the past?”

Eishirou nodded. “That’s right. It’s something I’ve been able to do for as long as I can remember.”

Zayne appeared as if he wanted to know more, but abruptly snapped his mouth shut and looked toward the path they had taken. “We’ll talk more once we get out of this shit-hole,” muttered, agitation seemingly masking his unease. He must have also noted the paintings looked like the ShadowDwellers they had encountered thus far.

There was one they hadn’t yet. The one in the form a large, long-legged spider.

…Please don’t let there be a massive spider ShadowDweller waiting for them somewhere in these tunnels.

With their linked hands, Zayne prompted Eishirou to continue moving forward.

Again, they moved as silently as they could manage. Eishirou pulled out his tablet again to keep an eye on the map. Yet, his gaze kept drifting to the surrounding stone walls. As they moved, he noted more and more cave paintings. Some were faded and unrecognisable. Others predicting ancient drawings of humans and what was once considered to be important figureheads.

It was fascinating, he had to admit. He wished he could study them further and tell Jacob about them. But any investigation or research would have to wait.

Poor Jacob. He must be so worried about him. Eishirou hoped that he was ok. And wasn’t attempting to do anything reckless to try to find him.

Zayne’s left mana wing abruptly encircled him, and it wasn’t until he heard the distinct sound of rocks cracking and scraping against each other did Eishirou realise that loose rocks above their heads had chosen the exact moment they stepped beneath them to fall.

He had used his wing to deflect the rocks and prevent them from causing serious damage to Eishirou.

Honestly, Eishirou was so grateful that Zayne was there. If he wasn’t, he had no doubt that he would have been dead by now. It was an unnerving thought, but it was true. If not by the cave-in, then definitely by that centipede ShadowDweller.

“Thanks,” Eishirou said in earnest as Zayne lowered his wing.

Zayne simply nodded his head. “We need to get out of here before there’s another cave in,” he stated as a frown tugged at his lips. “And I think that centipede is getting close again.”

Eishirou couldn’t stop himself from grimacing at the thought. They were lucky that there was a crawlspace in the tunnel wall that allowed them to hide. From the look of these tunnels, they may not be so lucky the next time they encountered the thing.

“What’s that noise?” Zayne suddenly asked, his left wing curled protectively around Eishirou once more. “It’s not that centipede. Is it something else?”

Eishirou listened for a moment. There was…a howling noise. It was slight. With wanes and peaks.

“I think it’s the wind,” Eishirou finally replied.

If so, that meant that there was an opening to the outside word somewhere. They hadn’t heard anything like it before. Could they be heading in the right direction?

“Let’s keep moving,” Zayne said.

The sound of the howling grew louder the further they moved down the tunnel. And the closer they moved toward it, the clearer it was to recognise. It was the wind. Eishirou could even smell it. The grass and fresh air from the forest. There was an opening somewhere.

The question was; how big was it?

The path they were on sloped upwards sharply toward a man-size opening, with unlit touches hanging on either side. From the archway over the opening, Eishirou speculated that what was on the other side wasn’t another tunnel.

A room perhaps?

Cautiously stepping through the opening, they found themselves in something bigger than a room.

“This…It’s a chamber,” Eishirou muttered as he stared up at the high ceiling above their heads. And as he did so, he noticed that there were small open windows at the very peaks of the four walls. “Look, sunlight.”

Zayne uttered a small sigh of relief. “There must be a way to get out of here. If not, I’ll make one.”

Eishirou immediately checked his communicator. There was a small bar of reception. But it was sporadic at best. Still, he should try to get a message out to Jacob. At least tell him that he’s fine.

“I’m going to try to send a message,” he told Zayne.

“Can you send coordinates?”

“I’ll try. I’ll give him what my map is telling me.”

He started the message with a simple “I’m fine”. He mentioned Zayne was with him and they were in an underground passage. He added the coordinates at the end. It was short and to the point. And hopefully enough to ease Jacob’s fears about his safety.

And he figured out where the coordinates led.

Still, they shouldn’t sit and wait for the rescue party to arrive. That centipede ShadowDweller might find them first.

“Look,” Zayne prompted after Eishirou hit send on his communicator. “Another cave painting.”

Eishirou turned to look in the direction Zayne was. What he saw was a surprise. He was expecting the stick figures of the previous paintings. The one before them, however, was far different.

It was located on the western wall of the chamber. Before it, a set of stone stairs leading up to an altar at its base. Long forgotten candles and dried, rotten food scraps littered the altar’s surface.

The painting itself was that of a dark brown, somewhat feminine face. Serene and with eyes closed gently. Hair of many different colours cascaded around the face as a crown of white feathers adorn their brow. The centre piece of that crown was a crimson teardrop. From that grew a flower of vivid red petals.

The colours within the mosaic were intense. Showing no age to how long it had been there. If it weren’t for the several missing pieces of stones.

“It’s a…portrait?” Eishirou muttered as he carefully walked over to stand before the mural. “It must be important. It’s centre feature within this chamber.”

“Not as broken as the stone tablet, but certainly not in one piece,” Zayne added as he kept a sceptical eye on their surroundings.

“No,” Eishirou shook his head and climbed the stairs, hoping to get a better look. As he took the second step, a soft clack near his foot told him that he had kicked a stone. Instinctively, he looked down, hoping that the floor wasn’t about to give way again.

However, the stone that laid near his foot possessed the same vivid colours as the mosaic. “Wait, I think the pieces are scattered around here,” he stated when he noticed other brightly coloured stones. “Let me try putting it together. Maybe it’ll have a hint about how we can get out of here.”

“Fine,” Zayne relented as he moved to join him. “I can’t see a door otherwise.”

Eishirou placed his tablet and communicator into his carry bag before he crouched down and gathered the pieces of coloured stones. He counted six pieces of stone, and funnily enough, there were six gaps within the mosaic.

He took a moment to estimate which piece went where. When he began to replace them, the stones slotted into place easily.

“Now, let me just restore it…”

Eishirou placed both his hands flat against the mosaic. He closed his eyes in order to concentrate, and to feel for the mana that resided within the stone artwork. This time, there were ample amounts of mana for him to work with.

He drew in a deep breath before releasing it slowly.

The cracks and imperfections within the stones glowed a bright green under his hands. Slowly, it began to etch itself back together, returning to its full and original form. The colourful paint grew denser, too.

Before Eishirou could pull his hands away, mana suddenly came rushing into him. Showing itself to him through a series of pictures.

The mosaic in a room filled with gold and treasure. Ancient tribesman honouring the painting. Fresh herbs and bread adorning the altar. Some symbols in a pattern. Someone pressing in tiles on the floor. Stairs. A door. And a golden crown with a red flower resting upon a pedestal.

As suddenly as the recording rushed into him, it left. Causing Eishirou to utter a gasp of surprise and to lurch himself backwards.

Right into Zayne’s waiting arms.

“What happened?” he demanded in a truly concerned way as he practically carried him down the stairs.

“Sorry,” Eishirou immediately muttered as he touched his forehead. “I just saw a recording.”

There were times where he couldn’t control when a recording came to him. This was one of those times. And when they came to him unprepared, they left him feeling lightheaded.

“What did you see?” Zayne asked as he kept a firm arm around his shoulders.

“It was a jumble of still pictures,” he replied as he ran a hand through his hair. “One of them was…a golden crown. Like that of the portrait, but like…real. Wait, I think there’s a set of stairs here. A switch. I saw something in the recording. Pressing in floor tiles on the floor…”

Zayne did a quick survey of their surroundings. “Where about?”

Eishirou gently pushed away from Zayne. And though the Elite was reluctant, he allowed him to stand on his own two feet. He then walked into the centre of the room. He closed his eyes for a moment trying to remember what the recordings had shown to him.

He opened his eyes and walked into the centre of the chamber. And crouched down. He brushed aside the dirt and debris that littered the ground and felt his fingertips brush against small indentations.

“Zayne, can I have a bit more light over here?”

Dutifully, Zayne walked to his side and allowed his mana wings to illuminate the area.

On the floor where Eishirou knelt was three engravings. On three protruding tiles.

Symbols…Oh, the recording! Sun, moon, and star. In that order. He needed to press in the tiles in that order.

While part of him was still very cautious, another part told him that pressing the tiles would be fine. It would lead them back to the outside world. And to safety.

So, he pressed in the tiles one by one.

A loud grinding noise suddenly infiltrated the area. Prompting Zayne to become on guard once more. But as Eishirou looked up toward the wall that faced opposite of the mosaic, he watched as part of the stone wall unexpectedly slid to the side. Like an automatic door.

And behind it was a set of stairs.

“Ah, it worked!” Eishirou said excitedly as he jumped to his feet.

Zayne’s arms were suddenly around him again, prompting him to let out a squeak of surprise. “Let’s go before it closes!”

Well, Eishirou didn’t have much say in it otherwise; Zayne had snared him by the wrist and dragged him toward the stairs. And out into the near blinding light of the sun once more.

They had to push through some thick, green undergrowth. But they were outside. Back in the lush green forest they had entered. The sound of birds chirping and insects buzzing about aimlessly filled his ears. And the scent of fresh air filled his lungs.

To say he was relieved would be an understatement.

“We’re finally out,” Zayne muttered, also sounding relieved.

Glancing behind him, Eishirou noted that the stone door remained open. He pulled out his tablet to make a note of its location. After all was said and done, what they had discovered in that chamber was important. After everything had settled down, Jacob would want to know. Other researchers would want to know.

Now, they just needed to find a way to meet back up with Jacob and the others!

#scifi fantasy #young adult #adventure #mystery #original fiction #Relic Keepers Awakening of the Red Lily

[silverlightqueen]

Daisies

here's another playlist with all the songs that the songs in Daisies are based on with the spotify playlist, enjoy x

a/n: almost all of the song titles come from part names of daisies parts lol and I also wrote this super late last night but the wifi stopped working as I tried to upload it so sorry for how... sleep deprived I come across in this lmaooo x

tracklist

1. Intro: Spring - KTH = Winter Bear - V

From the very first mixtape skit, Tae suggested having Intro: Spring and Outro: Summer so y’all know I had to call the intro Intro: Spring lol. I based this one off Winter Bear bc even though Winter Bear is about... a winter bear (lmao), I thought it’d be cute to have the message of this song as even though it’s spring, the singer still loves the person they fell in love with during the winter (and winter doesn’t necessarily refer to the season, but maybe a dark time in the singer’s life).

2. Mayday - KTH & JJK = Lay Me Down - Sam Smith & John Legend

So the reason I chose this song is that it’s quite a sad and dark love song and rather than seeing it as an unrequited love song (which is what it is), I see it as more a doomed love song. From the point of view of the singer, they see the relationship as something amazing and beautiful and something they want, but there are doubts/barriers in the way. This could be reflective of how both Tae and JK initially saw their relationships with Chae and Lisa due to the whole idol dating thing, or maybe even their past with sleeping around. 

3. Injustice - Jisoo & Jennie = Extraordinary - Clean Bandit & Sharna Bass

Again, this is another song about loving someone, but there are issues/doubts/barriers in the relationship. This again could be reflective of doubts that Jisoo and Jennie both had about Jin and Joon at the beginning of their attractions to one another/relationships. 

4. Psychic - KNJ & Jennie = Fine Line - Mabel & Not3s

This song is all about how they both have feelings for each other, but he’s more open about his towards her. Jennie is reluctant but feels like there is a very fine line (ba dum tsh) between their relationship being casual and her falling head over heels for him.

5. Missing Out - MYG, JHS & Lisa = Take It Or Leave It - Rae Sremmurd

Now I really really love this song bc it gives me major ‘I really like you and i’m trying my best to act like I don’t really care whether you like me or not but I really do and I’m not a good actor so you already know’ vibes. It’s a real laidback and chill ‘end-of-the-night-when-everyone’s-high’ kinda song and I love it.

6. Outings - MYG, JHS, PJM & JJK = New Flame - Chris Brown, Usher & Rick Ross

I chose this song bc it talks about finding love in an unlikely place; the club. In Outings, the boys sing/rap about finding love in a different unlikely place; on tour. It’s so hectic and busy that you wouldn’t think there’d be any time, but it happened regardless.

7. Possessed - JHS, Jennie & y/n = All My Friends - Snakehips, Tinashe & Chance The Rapper

This song is the ultimate introvert anthem and talks about the idol lifestyle for idols that don’t like the idol lifestyle. y/n wasn’t into all that getting high and drunk and sleeping around kinda thing and this song reflects that mentality, and the mentality of the boys when they used to do that shit.

8. Parents - KSJ, Jisoo & JJK = Boyfriend - Ariana Grande & Social House

This song just talks about how Jin, JK and Jisoo (and Lisa) are in relationships where they really like the other person and they don’t want them with anybody else, but they’re also not quite ready to commit and put a label on it or make it official just yet.

9. Booking Flights - KSJ, JHS, Jisoo, KNJ & Jennie = Finders Keepers - Mabel & Kojo Funds

This song is about how you will not catch Jin, Jisoo, Joon or Jennie booking a flight to see the other person they’re in a relationship with; they’re not ready for that yet and they’d prefer to keep it casual and make the most of the time they do have together before becoming serious.

9.5. Skit: Brainstorm Pt. IIIII - All

This is literally just them lot brainstorming and i’m so sorry but I am too tired to come up with what they say so you can just make it up yourselves

10. Really - Girls (Blackpink Cover)

This song is a little bit of turning point; it’s where the girls have decided that ‘okay, I like you and I’m ready for us to be something more; if you feel the same way, let me know’. This is where the girls are addressing their feelings and wanting the same from the boys.

11. Reunion - PJM & y/n = Learn To Love Again - Lawson

This song is y/n and Jimin talking about how they know that they are meant for each other bc of the fact that they’ve been able to learn to love each other again and forgive each other, despite everything that happened between them; it’s an admittance of how deep their feelings for each other really go.

12. Enjoy - Lisa & JJK = Fetish - Selena Gomez & Gucci Mane 

This song is about how JK and Lisa are feeling each other in a sexual way and no matter how they’ve tried to repress their feelings, they want the other; not just in a sexual relationship but in an actual relationship too (and they’re both aware of the other’s feelings). It also talks about how they don’t blame the other for liking them so a lil bit of self love in there too.

13. Blushing - Chae = Lover - Taylor Swift

There’s not much to say about this one; it’s literally just Chae admitting to Tae that she really likes him, wants to go where he goes and stay this close to him forever. It’s a really cute lil love song and I think it suits Chae and Tae’s relationship perfectly.

14. Clouds - MYG & KTH = Waves - Kanye West & Chris Brown

This song is about all the different relationships that the twelve of them have, discussing the fact that they are like waves; they change and move and (as Genius lyrics says) flux and reflux, but they never truly die and are always still there. Basically it’s about how no matter what happens, their relationships will exist and stay just as strong forever.

15. Close Your Eyes - Boys = Wake Up - The Vamps

This song is the boys admittance of their feelings for the girls and how they’re here and ready for the girls whenever their hearts are ready. That’s it, lol.

16. Babie - KSJ = This Is What You Came For - Calvin Harris & Rihanna

This song is about a really powerful woman who can command the entire room, but the feeling of her having her eyes on you. Basically, it’s just the boys empowering the girls; it’s them saying ‘you guys are really amazing and powerful and we’re honoured to even know you, let alone have your love’.

17.  Forever Young - All (Blackpink Cover)

This song is literally just them talking about feeling young when they’re all together and they’ll be together the rest of their lives, making them young forever.

18. About Time - MYG, JHS & y/n = Congratulations - Post Malone & Quavo

This is just a flex bc they're record breakers and award winners bitch lmao

19. Interlude: Hedge - JJK & y/n

y’all know I had to fucking do it to you !! okay so the backing track is literally just basic asf and it’s just JK and y/n rapping the following lines together (it’s only like a minute long lmao):

sitting on a ledge, thinking ‘bout a hedge. we gon’ make a pledge to grow ourselves a hedge. our tools we will dredge (up) and in the garden we will wedge, some seeds between our flowers and grow a baby hedge. the baby hedge will grow, ‘til it can’t no mo’, ‘til it’s bigger than Tae’s toe and taller than Joon’s old ‘fro. our hedge matters most, it’ll grow from coast to coast, ‘til the world from edge to edge will fall in love with our hedge 

(that’s it. I have reached the peak of crackheadedness. I will never do anything more crackhead-like than what i am doing right this second; writing a rap about a hedge at 1am in the dark with Monsters vs Aliens on the tv)

20. Apocalypse - KTH, Lisa & y/n = This Is Love - Will Smith & Eva Simons

This song is legit just how much love they all have; for each other, for their fans, for their families and friends and for their music. That’s it, ion know what else to say.

21. Lucky Stars - Chae & y/n = Unconditionally - Katy Perry

This is just another big love song about how no matter what, they will all still love each other unconditionally, without holding back anything.

22. Masterpiece - PJM & y/n = Ordinary People - John Legend

This is y/n and Jimin realising that there will be ups and downs in their relationship, but that’s okay bc that’s life and they’ll get through it bc they love each other. It’s also them realising that they need to just go slow this time and let things happen naturally rather than rushing into anything and forcing anything.

23. Tipsy - PJM & y/n = Drunk In Love - Beyonce & Jay-Z

Nothing has changed; they both still like sex a lot. Also, rapper!Jimin which we love (yes, i’m still not over that Tony Montana performance and I want it tattooed on my forehead pls)

24. Whiplash - Boys = Better Man - 5 Seconds Of Summer

This song is dedicated from the boys to y/n bc she made them better men; she threw away their drugs (lmao) and got them to stop sleeping around and helped to realise their worth and love themselves, so this is their thank you to her for changing them into better people.

25. Holiday - Chae, JJK & y/n = Malibu - Miley Cyrus

This song is about how they were reluctant about relationships at first and never saw themselves where they are now, but they love it and feel indebted to their other halves (and also their friendship group) for giving them new experiences, changing their lives for the better and making them happier than ever.

26. Promise Pt. II - PJM = Serendipity - BTS

This is dedicated to y/n (obviously) and is basically just Jimin’s promise to y/n that he loves her.

27. Angel Boy - y/n = Video Games - Lana Del Rey

This is y/n’s love song to Jimin - just listen to it and you’ll understand (listen, it’s late and i’m tired but I just wanna get this uploaded so I can finish daisies in the next couple of days and start the new au so sorry if the descriptions are too brief lol)

28. Back On - All = All Weekend Long - Jack & Jack

RTG might have left the toxic lifestyle behind them but they’ll never say no to a good party lmao

29. Business - KNJ & Jennie = Touch - Little Mix & Kid Ink

Jen and Joon like each other a lot and like to touch too lmao i’m tired forgive me

30. Peachy - KSJ & Jisoo = Toothbrush - DNCE

Jin and Jisoo not wanting just one night stands and asking the other to stay the night and the next day bc they like each other a lot

31. Dream - Lisa & JJK = Cold Water - Major Lazer, Justin Bieber and MØ 

This just in: JK and Lisa really like each other and will save each other from cold cold water bc of it.

32. Worldwide - KTH & Chae = This One’s For You - David Guetta & Zara Larsson

Just a super feelgood, uplifting and empowering love song that’s totally not about football.

33. Daisy - PJM & y/n = Middle - DJ Snake & Bipolar Sunshine

This song is where I got the line ‘staring at two different views’ from and both y/n and Jimin have captioned pictures of each other with that line so I felt obliged to have this as their song, and then I called it daisy and made myself sad lmao.

34. Goodbye - All = The Time - Black Eyed Peas

They had the time of their lives on The Rose Tour and can’t wait to do it all over again on The Daisies Tour.

35. Outro: Summer - All = Waiting For Love - Avicii

They’ve all been hurt in the past but that doesn’t matter anymore bc they’ve found love in each other and that’s all that matters. 

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[dvlphine]

me watching pouring rain outside : delphine angy !

n e ways HEWWO 🥺 it is i , ellie , ur local cryptid , n here is my newest luvie delphine , or delphi , etc. ....... whatever u fancy !

OVERVIEW ♡

°✧｡× :  (  roh jisun  +  cis female  +  she/her  )  ───  oh, look, i’m pretty sure that’s DELPHINE SUH !  you know, the TWENTY-ONE year old harvest sprite ? they’re a WATER SPRITE, by the look of them. a bunch of them were helping to welcome new residents, and i’m pretty sure i heard that one say they might also work part - time as a LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER, but i could have heard wrong. well, regardless of that, i’m almost certain that they ARE NOT loyal to the harvest goddess, which explains why they’re so UNINHIBITED and RESILIENT, but can also be a bit MISCHIEVOUS and EGOCENTRIC. whether they want to revive the goddess or not, if you need them i’m pretty sure you can find them at ROSE PEAK most often ! murky water concealing what’s underneath, a pretty grin capable of striking fear into one’s soul, unrepeatable whispers floating through the quiet ! ✧  ( ellie , 20 , she/her , est )

STATS ♡

full name: delphine suh age: 21 birthday: may 20 star sign: taurus gender: cis female sexual orientation: bisexual hair color: brown to teal ombre height: 5′2″

HISTORY ♡

so ofc , delphine is born out of pure love and devotion , as all sprites are , but that love & devotion doesn’t last ..........

her mom’s a sun sprite & her dad a water sprite ....... despite taking after her dad element-wise, delphine takes after her mom in some other ways which i’ll expand on ! mfkdmsk

so during her younger years, delphine’s parents were always quarreling , whether it was about small things like the weather or big things like the harvest goddess ! when delphi was born , her mom was loyal to the goddess , but after a few years of being settled down in roselake and raising a family , she realized she wanted more .. she wanted to travel & live like a normal human did

ofc her dad was like ‘no!! our duty is 2 stay here’ but her dad was quite a timid character compared to her mom’s outspoken-ness n so when delphi’s 15 her mom leaves the island for the first time .......

she’s gone for just a little bit & she comes back & is visibly happier & delphine naively thinks that maybe things can work out this way , with her mom coming & going occasionally but everything remaining the same other than that

... it doesn’t . her mom comes back one day & says she’s leaving for good .. she’s gonna become a human & everything

once it’s all done delphine goes back to their cottage w/ her dad still processing ...... but the minute she’s done she explodes at her dad , asking him why he didn’t get her to stay .. she leaves , & 6 months later she hasn’t been back since

PERSONALITY + TIDBITS ♡

p new at being a lighthouse keeper ...... keeper-in-training if u will ....... she didn’t start spending all her time at rose peak until after her mom left so after a couple months of spending all her time sulking there she was like might as well do SOMETHING productive .. but i’m still gnna sulk . MFKSDM

luvs the aura the lighthouse gives off esp. when it rains/storms ( she’s like bleh the sun ....... MFKDSM ) .. loves jus traipsing around there n the shore like the mysterious emo she is

lil bit nocturnal bc of her job .. she’ll like invite people over during the night but try 2 scare them when they arrive 😔 doesn’t get much sleep n so i’d say u can find her during the day half the time .. the other half u’ll have 2 drag her out of bed n she’ll spend the rest of the day looking like a sleepy bby !

loves using ( abusing ? ) her powers but isn’t loyal to the harvest goddess ..... jus doesn’t think she’s All That u kno she Also blames her for her mom & is like ‘if everywhere else is doing just fine w/out the goddess ....... why do we need her .........’

so yea i wanted 2 make her .. fallen angel-esque but she hasn’t y’know received consequences for her actions just yet .. although her powers are def not where they used to be ( partly jus due to the goddess dying ) but don’t bring it up to her or she’ll drench u with water :/

it’s uhh kinda good that her powers r weak atm bc she’s a lil power-hungry :/ n control ? what’s that she asks ? she loves 2 lose it but at the same time she doesn’t want anyone else 2 hav control over her .. if she gives it 2 u for even a short bit consider urself v special ......

her empathy ..... deeply hidden but its There

still has a Lot of unresolved feelings revolving around her parents so sometimes she can jus be a lil ball of angst n anger bc of that .... she doesn’t wanna be like her mom bc she hates her ....... but maybe she does wanna be like her ? she’s jus confused , doesn’t know how to cope

thrives on chaos ........... she loves the distraction so will do whatever to create more , whether it’s manipulating the weather or jus creating rumors to tell about people ! MFKDSM

that bi who’s soft around any + all girls but likes 2 mess with/boss around men .. plot ideas ! MFKDSM

[nsfw] typically tops but open 2 switching if u ask ...... she’s a brat as a bottom though :/ MFKDSM

probs more but i’ll end it there for now 🥺

CONNECTIONS ♡

friends ! some people who have gotten past her mysterious creepy exterior ....... she’s actually v motherly/caring over the ppl she likes ..... maybe has a bff that knows everything abt her .. maybe a friend she’s like siblings w/ .. maybe a childhood friend that it’s awkward w/ now .. not Super cuddly but will play with hair or hold a hand .. 🥺 MFKDSM

fwbs ! i imagine she’d have at least a couple since she’s not rlly for the idea of settling down w/ sumone .......... like at all actually ......... MSDJKLJLS but the variety we cld have ... mayb there r feelings n jealousy ...... mayb they’re chill n actually wholesome friends ..... up 2 our muses !

exes ! a couple she had back in the day .... ended on good terms or bad terms !

enemies ! i could see this possibly going towards a loyal sprite who jus can’t believe what she’s doing .. or maybe she told a lie about someone to cause a ruckus & now they dislike her for valid reasons ! MKMSDKM also enemies w/ benefits ? hell o

+ more ! that will be thought up during plotting FMDKSM

feel free to message me on discord if u like or i’ll put up a plotting call ! but if neither of those are your fancy u can simply like this n ill im u ♡

#wisteria.intro #003. ––––––– // * 𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓹𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽. #so late but we got there 🥺

[thephoenixmagician]

Rhea Orasa || Character Survey

@cela-astral-projection - who presented a really awesome survey I couldn’t help but steal. 

This is going to be long, so it’ll all be under the cut!

Basic Questions

First name?:  Rheanna

Surname?:  Orasa

Middle Names?:  Elizeàn

Nicknames?:  Rhea (her preferred name), Elize (by Mazelinka only)

Date of Birth?:  March 28th

Age?:  During the time of the Game, about 24.

Physical Appearance

Height?:  5’ 9”

Weight?:  In the 160s

Build?:  Hourglass.

Hair Color?:  Vivid pink.

Hairstyle?:  Usually leaves it down and curly, but might put in the effort to style it with braids or clips on occasion. Only straightens it on the rarest of occasions. 

Eye Color?:  Left eye is royal sapphire blue, the other is emerald green.

Glasses or contact lenses?:  She doesn’t need them, or so she’ll insist. She might squint if something is just a little too far. She should wear them to read books or whatnot, but won’t.

Distinguishing facial features?:  Her eyes, obviously. They just aren’t common, even where she’s from.

Which facial feature is most prominent?:  Plump-ish lips, they’re a… favorite among the people she’s been with.

Which bodily feature is most prominent?:  Her posture. She can’t quite get rid of the habitual sitting up straight and walking with her shoulders squared.

Other distinguishing features?:  Stretchmarks on her hips, shoulders, thighs -she loves them. 

Skin?:  On the pale side. Has freckles, but more so on her cheeks and shoulders.

Hands?:  Slender, with soft callouses from the years of grinding herbs and stripping bark. Always keeps her nails relatively short and neat.

Makeup?:  She doesn’t mind on occasion. Eyeliner especially really makes her eyes pop. Won’t say no to eye shadow every now and then either.

Scars?:  Plenty all over. The most notable of them are the long, thin ones zigzagging across her back from lashings and a branded sigil on her left hip.

Birthmarks?:  Has one near her navel, very faint and looks like a heart to her.

Tattoos?:  She’s got a few. One is a simple amaryllis flower that she’d gotten to honor her mother. And another in the center of her back is a replica of a magic circle used in rather powerful spells.

Physical Handicaps?:  Occasionally has issues with her shoulder, a result from taking an arrow.

Type of clothes?:  She’ll wear whatever, honestly, regardless of who it’s meant for. She’d rather be comfortable over everything though.

What are their feet like?:  Kinda small, but soft. She’s got a scar on the bottom of one from stepping on glass once.

Race / Ethnicity?:  They’re based of Danish or Norwegian for the most part. I haven’t put too much thought into it, really.

Are they in good health?:  For the most part. Her mental health isn’t always in the best shape, but otherwise she’s alright.

Do they have any disabilities?:  No.

Personality

What words or phrases do they overuse?:  She uses the word “fuck” a lot. The girl can make even Julian blush with her swearing, but she keeps it in check for the most part. Otherwise, she’ll overuse 

Are they more optimistic or pessimistic?:  She’s learned to be more optimistic.

Are they introverted or extroverted?:  Introverted, but she’ll whip out an extroverted persona when needed.

Do they ever put on airs?:  No. She’s too blunt. You get exactly as expected with her.

What bad habits do they have?:  Sitting very ‘chaotically’ everywhere, no matter if its in a chair, on the table, atop a fence, or wherever she happens to find herself.

What makes them laugh out loud?:  She’ll burst into laughter if Faust whispers a suggestion for crime to her. They’re truly partners in crime.

How do they display affection?:  She loves to be affectionate physically. Will trail her fingers up your arms and through your hair if you let her. Uses a lot of Latin pet names and presses her forehead to yours, a sign of love and deep vulnerability. Or, she’ll get gifts. Honestly, she’s fluent in whatever ‘love’ language you speak.

How do they want to be seen by others?:  Normal.

Strongest character trait?:  Loyal as hell.

Weakest character trait?:  No self preservation at all. She’s very reckless.

How competitive are they?:  She’s very competitive, but she’ll deny it.

How do they react to praise?:  If it’s genuine, she’ll melt. On a rare occasion, she might even blush. But she’ll quickly recover and whip out that top energy to give her own in return.

How do they react to criticism?:  She’s indifferent, really. She’ll listen to them, say thank you, and move on with how she sees fit. She might heed to it if it’s constructive to her.

What is their greatest fear?:  Losing her memories again ties with being buried alive.

What are their biggest secrets?:  Her heritage and status as next in line for a throne. Nadia had always known. Lucio figured it out later, but never spoke about it (surprisingly). But for everyone else Rhea left that part out every time when she talked about her past. 

What is their philosophy of life?:  “Commitment, resilience and perseverance will take you far.”

What haunts them?:  The fact she blinded her sister. She’ll never get over that. And her mother’s execution.

What will they stand up for?:  Whoever needs it. And she’ll always fight for the people.

Are they indoorsy or outdoorsy?:  Outdoors. 

What is their sinful little habit?:  Will indulge in certain herbs... It helps her relax.

What sense do they most rely on?:  Sight

How do they treat people better than them?:  Equals.

How do they treat people worse than them?:  Equals.

What do they consider an overrated virtue?:  Obedience.

If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?:  Her heritage and the fact she’s supposed to lead an entire country.

What is their obsession?:  Books and pretty things.

What are their pet peeves?:  Arrogance. Loud chewing. Leaving shoes out in the middle of the walkway.

Friends and Family

Is their family big or small?:  Relatively small. It was just her mother, father, little sister, and herself. She had never met or heard of any other blood family members from either side.

What is their perception of a family?:  It doesn’t have to be blood. She considers her friends family. She considers Salasi the Baker her family. It’s whoever she cares about and would do anything for.

Do they have siblings? Older or younger?:  Just Adara, who is 2 years younger. 

Describe their best friend.:  Which one? 

Ideal best friend?:  Someone she can be wholly comfortable with.

Do they have any pets?:  Do the neighborhood strays she feeds count?

Past and Future

What was your character like as a baby? As a child?:  As a baby, she was super clingy to her mom. She did not like being held by anyone else, not even her dad until she was almost a toddler. As a child, she was very wild. She was a rowdy little thing that some people would call a ‘tom boy.’ Her parents would call it ‘free spirited.’

Did they grow up rich or poor?:  Rich until she moved to Vesuvia.

Did they grow up nurtured or neglected?:  Nurtured.

What is the worst thing they did to someone they loved?:  When Asra asked her to go away with him during the plague, she had to break his heart to get him to leave without her. She’d already known she was sick and wouldn’t let him see her wither. She also told him she didn’t love him when he’d confessed, which was a lie.

What are their ambitions?:  Be happy and live a full life.

What smells remind them of their childhood?:  Lilacs, teak wood, burning sage, pine.

What was their childhood ambition?:  Become a battle magician -like her dad was. Or travel the world like Auntie Zira.

What is their best childhood memory?:  Before she lost control of her magic the first time, she’d shown her sister an illusion of the constellations in their bedroom. She made them dance and told stories. It’s a bit melancholic for her though… 

Did they have an imaginary childhood friend?:  No need.

Love

Do they believe in love at first sight?:  No.

How do they behave in a relationship?:  Respectfully. She’s always aware of boundaries and never pushes them. She’s wholly committed and they receive every piece of her love.

What sort of sex do they have?:  She’s down for anything. And will try almost anything at least twice. She’s a perfect switch and versatile, too.

Has your character ever been in love?:  A few times.

Have they ever had their heart broken?:  Maybe a few.

Conflict

How do they respond to a threat?:  She’s very quick to act. She’ll try to subdue first, but if that’s off the table… she’ll do as required.

Are they most likely to fight with their fists or tongue?:  Both, at the same time.

What is your character’s kryptonite?:  The people she loves.

If your character could only save one thing from their burning house, what would it be?:  Assuming no soul is left inside, she’ll save a grimoire of her mom’s.

How do they perceive strangers?:  As people, with their own lives.

What are their phobias?:  Taphophobia, being buried alive. Claustrophobia, fear of confined spaces.

What is their choice of weapon?:  Magic or a blade. Has no issue using fists though.

What living person do they most despise?:  Despise is a strong word, but it’d probably be Valerius. She can’t tolerate him for long.

Have they ever been bullied or teased?:  Plenty of times as a kid, but had no qualms about knocking someone in the teeth.

Where do they go when they’re angry?:  A walk or run. Or, she’ll climb something, preferably a very tall cliff or palace wall. Any physical activity really.

Work, Education, and Hobbies

What is their current job?:  Court Magician of Vesuvia, shop keeper, and [redacted cause spoilers]

What do they think about their current job?:  It’s necessary.

What are some of their past jobs?:  Court Magician, combat medic, shopkeeper, and personal guard to the Count

What are their hobbies?:  She collects rocks, pressed flowers, odd trinkets, shiny shiny stuff.

Educational background?:  Was trained in various forms of magic by her parents as soon as she could walk, as well as other combat styles with traditional weapons. She was taught other lessons in history, politics, and more to train her to become Queen, too. She learned most of her medical knowledge from Nazali and Julian.

Intelligence level?:  She’s wicked sharp. 

Do they have any specialist training?:  Magic is her main focus.

Do they play a sport? Are they any good?:  She’ll try any sport for fun; but, again, she’s competitive so don’t be surprised if she tries to kick your ass at it.

What is their socioeconomic status?:  Upper-middle, maybe?

Favorites

What is their favorite animal?:  All, especially if she can pet it.

Which animal do they dislike the most?:  Birds kinda freak her out, just a little.

What place would they most like to visit?:  Zadith or Nevivon. But she’s down to go anywhere at any time.

What is the most beautiful thing they’ve seen?:  The sunrise from the highest cliff in Moonsea. She could see everything painted in orange, reds, and violets.

What is their favorite song?:  Song of the Sea - Ashley Serena

Music, art, reading preferred?:  Don’t make her pick. Please, don’t make her pick. Her head might explode.

What is their favorite color?:  Black and purple.

Favorite food?:  Seared scallops.

Possessions

What is in their fridge?:  Fruit, certain herbs, beer, and more fruit.

What is on their bedside table?:  A book (that’s cycled out after she’s finished obviously), sleeping draught, and the emerald necklace.

What is in their pockets?:  Herb pouch, warding charms, stones, small pocket knife, that kind of stuff.

What is their most treasured possession?:  A broken necklace. She can’t remember why it’s so important, but she never leaves without it tucked safely somewhere on her person.

Spirituality

Do they believe in the afterlife?:  She believes there has to be something after all this.

What are their religious views?:  Spiritual.

Are they superstitious?:  Not in the “black cats are bad luck” way.

What would they like to be reincarnated as?:  A bear!

How would they like to die?:  Doesn’t care. It won’t matter afterwards.

What is your character’s spirit guide?:  A bear.

What is their zodiac sign?:  Aries

Daily Life

What are their eating habits?:  She either eats non-stop, or goes without because she forgets. She’ll make sure it’s at least a balanced meal, for the most part.

Do they have any allergies?:  She’s allergic to hazelnuts and bananas. Will still eat them and get calmly lectured for it by Asra or Julian, too.

Describe their home.:  Organized, mostly. Everything is in a specific place. She cleans regularly, especially since ‘someone’ doesn’t remember to.

Are they minimalist or a clutter hoarder?:  Organized clutter.

What do they do first thing on a weekday morning?:  Morning tea to wake her up and make her less grumpy. Then maybe breakfast of apple and rice pudding.

What do they do on a Sunday afternoon?:  Nap, read, nap again, sex, nap, snack… 

What do they do on a Friday night?:  Either go out with Julian, pull an ‘all nighter’ with Asra, or whatever. She’s done to go out or stay in.

What is the soft drink of choice?:  She wouldn’t drink soda often, actually. So she’d have no preference.

What is their alcoholic drink of choice?:  Anything but tequila.

Miscellaneous

What is their character archetype?: From this list: The Creator seems the most fitting. Let me know if you think I’m wrong.

Who is their hero?:  Her mother.

What or who would your character dress up as for Halloween?:  She’d have a different costume every year. So a witch, a mermaid, an android (in Modern AU)… She’d never do the same one twice.

Are they comfortable with technology?:  In a Modern AU, she’d like to use it quite a lot. It’d be useful to her.

If they could save one person who would it be?:  That’s… a hard question.

If they could call one person for help, who would it be?:  Asra, for sure. 

What is their greatest extravagance?:  Herbs, books, and stones.

Do they believe in happy endings?:  She’d like to.

What would they ask a fortune-teller?:  About what deck they use.

#Rhea the Phoenix #arcana mc #arcana oc #oopsies it's a long post! #I wanted to add photos but it wasn't cooperating #character survey

[moonstruck-ffxiv-blog]

Warning : long post feat @unatobajhiri

[14:01]Louis Chamberlain || He rarely ventured out when the dusk has fallen. Now, it was time. He knew it. He could feel it in his soul. This unrest reaching for his throat, clutching it in a iron grip, squeezing until it was hard to breathe. That impression he had maggots crawling in his stomach. The feeling his heart was about to jump out of his chest. It was time.

[14:01]Louis Chamberlain || This moonless, cloudless night in the Shroud, cold rain soaking his rags. He avoided some Amdapori gremlims, stalking the shadows as best as he could. Jumping over the last white-as-snow walls of the Lost City, he made his way into the woods. Soon. Soon. Soon. Wilted carnations in his hands. He picked them up one sennight ago. Excited. Too excited to finally met him. A tingle in his horns. Someone was coming. He knew who.

[14:01]Louis Chamberlain crept closer the Keeper of the Moon, emerging from the shadows without making a noise. "You're finally here. I-I've seen you in my dreams for so long, now... Come closer. I want to see your real face."

[14:11]Una'to Bajhiri has been walking for a while. Too long. But the memories haven't faded yet. Sleeplessness would have been better... Trying to escape the shadows in his mind, play the game by the rules... But he had lost this time. He was back in the Shroud, his home, wandered too far... Ears prick back and he turns to see a figure in the dark. He jumps slightly, before calmly saying, "Are you sure they weren't nightmares? Even I don't dream...". Despite the fear in his heart, he dons a sly but tired smile.

[14:20]Louis Chamberlain: “Maybe.” Stepping even closer, maybe that night was moonless but the light of the stars was enough so his features could be noticed, he was just by a Hyur. A small one, an underweight one, but only a Hyur… with horns. A Hyur with horns. “For you.” He handed over the bouquet of flowers, meager, dehydrated stems crumbling under the fingers to the man before him. Carnation. Synony of distinction, love and… fascination. “I-I don’t know the difference between dreams and nightmares but

[14:20]Louis Chamberlain: I know where I saw you… Many times. Before. And now.”

[14:30]Una'to Bajhiri holds his smile taking the bouquet, confusion etching into his features as he takes in the hyur before him with horns... It seemed that everything was going to get weirder. Something like familiarity crawls up his back and breathes down his neck. "Thank you? . . . If I may ask, where have you seen me?", he asks cautiously. Racking his brain. He was familiar... what was it? Where? When?

[14:38]Louis Chamberlain: “In my dreams.” He repeated as if it was all the information needed. “And that time… I-I was sneaky.” (He had a smile, a bit sordid, like a child remembering a naughty prank he pulled.) “You read my fortune. I couldn’t wait. I should. Because tonight was the night we were supposed to met. Y’see...” What followed was a series of sound that simply didn’t work together. It sounded like a language and by the Twelve what a wicked tongue it was! Screeches and screams, gutturals--

[14:38]Louis Chamberlain: syllables and teeth grinding. Then, it stopped. He switched back to the common tongue. “D’you want to begin now?”

[14:42]Una'to Bajhiri feels his ears prick back pressing hard against his head to soften the noise, to no avail. That's why he was familiar... a reading, hidden, all he had to go off of was a voice. His heart is dropping into his stomach rapidly. It was clear that this hyur had something off about them, horns or no regardless. He feels like coughing, but he won't allow it. He forces the smile again, "I'm afraid I don't quite understand. Why is it you're supposed to meet me? What's supposed to begin?"

[14:43]Una'to Bajhiri He thinks he knows the answer to the former, but the latter worries him slightly. It's etched into the curve of his brow.

[14:48]Louis Chamberlain: “Huh?” Full stop. Scratching his head, he paced back and forth, mumbling for himself. “You don’t know? You don’t know. This-... Oh, this isn’t-... I-I don’t get it.” (He glanced at Una’to.) “The… Y’know… The thing.” (He sighed, visibly distressed and confused.) “W-Wait. You said you were never dreamin’. Right?

[14:51]Una'to Bajhiri stares confused at the distressed man before him. "I never dream. I was on a walk to get some nightmares out of my mind". He feels his tail relax slightly and brush the grass. Miscommunication perhaps a mistake? Of course not, he was never that lucky. "If it helps they're always about the past...". Though recently they were adapting and getting worse. Telling him stories he didn't want to hear from his mothers lips as the room filled with dark sticky liquid. His ear twitches slightly.

[15:04]Louis Chamberlain: “T-The thing that is inside of you…” There was a nail, no a claw -oh, how long and sharp it was!- that gently dug into Una’to’s sternum. “I-I know where it is. It’s been… here too. Here too.” He raised his fingers, pointing the miqo’te’s throat. “K-Killing. Killing things. It’s real, y’see. Dreams. And nightmares. They exist. They only exist, um… Somewhere else. In a place where most people c-can’t touch them. The dream world. And this is where we must both go…

[15:04]Louis Chamberlain:  (He was getting a bit agitated, starting back to pacing. When he spoke again, it was faster, even more feverish than before.) “So we should begin before everyone in here wakes up coughing the black blood. I already have my dear Dirt-Dirt that died a few suns ago. I was very sad. Poor Dirt-Dirt. He was beautiful, big wings of blue. My favorite butterfly.”

[15:09]Una'to Bajhiri tries to follow the other's train of thought. It's fractured though, and it feels like the itch in his lungs gets worse with the contact from the other. ". . . Alright, let me get this straight. You want us to go to sleep, and you know about my condition of coughing up... black blood?" He was a little worried that the hyur was going to cause him harm of some sort. Hopefully just knocking him out if anything. "Am I right?"

[15:12]Louis Chamberlain || The relief on his face is difficult to describe. There was a small. Then a short laughing fit. Nodding excitedly, he simply said: “Yes!” (A second.) “Oh, I knew it! I-I wasn’t wrong! See, see, look, touch…” The young man shuffled through his bag, getting out a… Yes, it was a dead fish. Also yes, it was smelling. It has been gutted by a knife but there was something black dripping from the animal’s belly. It was viscous and sticky. “Like I said. It’s affecting everythin’'."

[15:16]Una'to Bajhiri he takes the fish gingerly. The liquid coming from it was certainly the same that he had been coughing up. However the fish seemed worse off. His blood was drawn recently and looked nothing like what was coming out of the fish now. ". . . Do you know the cause of this?" his question trails off slightly. What was the purpose this hyur had to wait for him in regards to his nightmares. Nothing was adding up. Not yet at least.

[15:21]Louis Chamberlain , again, nodded. “Kinda… but I don’t know everything myself. What I know, um, it’s… D’you know the L-Lord of Nightmares? Don’t say his name if you do. Don’t want him to hear us.”

[15:26]Una'to Bajhiri shakes his head no sloly as he meets the others gaze, trying not to break it in an atempt to read the other. "I can't say that I do... But I take it this," as he waves the fish lightly and points at his chest, "is related?"

[15:28]Louis Chamberlain: “Y-Yes.” (He shrugged.) “And no. She’s one of His children. Come closer. Come closer.” He beckoned him, coy and secretive all of the sudden. “Let me tell you her name… I can only be a whisper. N-Nothing more.”

[15:30]Una'to Bajhiri  leans in,despite his mind telling him not to. To merely drop everything and calmly walk back the way he came. It was too late though. He waits for the answer, tail quivering slightly despite his best efforts to appear calm.

[15:35]>> Una'to Bajhiri: “Vaggorath, the Lady of Malady.”

[15:35]Louis Chamberlain after dropping the name in Una’to’s ear stood straight again. “Secret! It’s a secret! You can’t ask me how I know this. That also, i-it’s a secret. Just remember she is Her child with all that this means...”

[15:39]Una'to Bajhiri jumps back slightly at the exclamation. At least he had a name to go of off, though it's meaning was lost on him at present.  "Alright... What is your involvement with all this though?" he gestures towards the fish. "Given you were waiting for me, I'm curious as to why..." his thoughts feel scrambled. He can feel the memories creeping up the trees now, but he was talking. The game's rules were back into play. The couldn't over take him yet. He pauses slightly... "Who is her child?"

[15:50]Louis Chamberlain: “Haaa, no, it’s the other way around.” (His voice dropped down.) “Vaggorath is the daughter of the Lord of Nightmares. And because it’s like that, it means… y’know what it means, right?” (Speaking normally again.) “And, um… I don’t know how the two connects. Yet. There’s stuff I haven’t figured it out myself. I know I s-saw you often. In my dreams. A lot. At least like this many times.” (He stuck out his ten fingers.) And I know this happened.” (He pointed at the--

[15:50]Louis Chamberlain: fish.) “And I know you have it too ‘cause I saw it. Black blood inside of you.” It was at this moment a blue butterfly, gently fluttering from the northwest, landed on the boy’s shoulder. A quite peculiar insect... Wasn’t morphos extinct in the Fifth Astral Era after the War of the Magi ended? If that bug was even a Morpho. “Oh, r-right. I have to go soon.”

[15:55]Una'to Bajhiri nods despite not understanding. "I don't quite understand the former, but I understand that you think I'm connected to that fish, and by extension her..." he ponders for a moment, his nature getting the better of him. He sighs, "My name is Una'to by the way. I'm going to guess I'll be seeing more of you around when ever the nightmares act up..." He stares at the fish. He doesn't know what to do with it. "I suppose I'll be seeing you around then...?" he has to word it as a question.

[15:58]Louis Chamberlain realized, at this moment, he never said his name. “I’m Louis. W-We’ll see each other again. Look for a butterfly...” (He glanced over his shoulder as if he saw something that wasn’t there.”Oh by Echdina’s snakes… I have to go. I have to go.”

[16:00]Una'to Bajhiri: "I will?" he says as he watches the other walk away confused by the encounter.

#ic #rp #louis and una'to #rp logs #yep it's the whole fucking thing #mateus #mateus rp

[shortmania]

Could you tell Ham’s backstory?

Sure thing, bud. Under the cut.

So let’s start with what I’ve already revealed in-story: Ham’s got feelings for someone and it’s messed him up. I know I’ve hinted as much. Someone told Pam that he’s “tainted meat” or something when she tried to hit on him. Not a shock, look at who his parents are, but the thing I’ve teased at for years is WHO. Who does Ham like, and why is it messed up?

K, so again, not gonna be a huge shock, but it’s Kori. Anyone shocked? You shouldn’t be, I’m not exactly subtle.

So I’ll stop roasting myself now and just go ahead with explaining. If you don’t remember Kori, she’s Gerald and Phoebe’s youngest kid. She was created by @feels-ova-woman​, actually, I just got permission to play with her. Pictures here, here, here, here, here–Mm, plug it in, plug it in. Anyway, she’s been Ham’s best friend since they were babies, like they had an instant connection from a young age and have pretty much always been attached at the hip, unlike with Zack and Jaron, who barely even blinked at each other before they were 10. They’re unique that way, the perfect amount of both their parents to get along like jam and toast. She’s his closest and dearest friend and he’s had a crush on her for… I don’t think even he knows how long, he just kinda realized it randomly one day when he was like 9-10. But Ham’s one of those kids who get crushes on rocks if they’re wearing enough makeup, so he told himself it wasn’t a big deal and – for a while – it really wasn’t. He dated other girls, had other “epic romances,” got his heart broken, moved on.

He got older, though, and the crush evolved into something more serious. By Breathing Slowly, when he’s 11, it’s started screwing with him. S'why he’s getting into arguments with her more often over silly shit. Phil’s whole thing during that period doesn’t help, either. Ham never talks about it, though. It’s pretty much just his dirty little secret until he hits 14, and Kori… Well.

The thing about Ham’s backstory is that it’s really Kori’s backstory. Everything leads back to her struggles and Ham’s forced obliviousness to them; the fact he’s supposedly got such strong feelings for her and yet has this habit of ghosting her at every turn–both out of an honest lack of scope and maybe just because ignoring the deeper aspects of her gets to be the only way he can be around her at all and not explode.

Because Ham and Kori have a lot in common. They’re both reserved, bold adventure-seeking types, and feel left out a lot in their own households. A great deal of Gerald and Phoebe’s energy goes into managing Taro (cuz… have you seen Taro? There’s a lot going on there) and Jaron (save him), so Kori can feel very pushed aside sometimes. Like she doesn’t really have anything of her own and she’s in this box. Her mom’s always busy, Taro’s always busy, Jaron’s always either busy or just being lame.

And it gets to be that even with Ham, the person she’s closest to and who can sometimes feel like the only person she can 100% be herself with, she feels stifled and trapped. Cuz Ham, for all that he has the heart of a sweet awkward little wallflower, is still a Shortman and people gravitate to him regardless of his attitude. He’s attractive, he’s talented, his dad is well-known and well-loved. It isn’t quite like that for Kori. By the beginning of High School, she’s gone from the cool, tech-savvy, keeper of legends to just some geek. She starts getting called his sidekick, that strange nerd always hanging around him, rumors start spreading that she does his homework and that’s the only reason he lets her hang around. And Ham gets more distant every day. It gets to be miserable very quickly and she grows to hate High School.

She grows to hate a lot of things.

So she joins the Skip It program and breezes through it. Graduates early. Before she knows it, she’s getting offered all these amazing opportunities. Universities overseas and fancy foreign engineering programs and whatnot. Things Taro and Jaron got offered but waved away, she grabs onto like a lifeline.

Because unlike Taro and Jaron, the only things holding her to Hillwood are her dad (who knows better than to keep her from her dreams), and Ham (who’d much rather she stick around with him cuz hey, he’s miserable, too, okay?!).

So, much of Ham’s chapter is Kori trying to talk to him and him avoiding the inevitable, I guess. Like literally my plan was to have Ham focused on all this other junk–other friends, girls, sports, his family, wrestling, what have you–and to have Kori kinda popping in from time to time being weird, and then you, as the reader, have only a vague suspicion of what’s really going on until the final confrontation. This is all rough since I haven’t written it, but the basic idea is they get into a huge fight, where Ham declares himself to her in a bid to keep her in Hillwood and Kori snaps on him and tells him she’s sick of always following him around, basing everything in her life around him, always him. But what about her? Has he ever even thought about her once? Has she ever mattered? Because she wants to matter. She wants to go to Japan, to meet and live with her relatives, connect with her roots, discover herself and what all there is of the world outside of all this other bullshit.

And Ham is flabbergasted by all this, because yeah, he really hadn’t thought about it, he hadn’t wanted to, and he yells back at her and yada yada. She goes, he says nothing about it, and they don’t talk anymore. Ham eventually stops being angry and starts hating himself instead, eaten up with guilt about how he reacted. Because she was always his best friend first, and he’d been a shit friend to her. Had tried to use his feelings as leverage to keep her locked in a situation she hated. And he doesn’t even know if she felt the same about him–in his desperation, her feelings, good or bad, had ceased to mean anything. He’d just wanted her to consider how she was making him feel. To pity him, if nothing else. It’s a lot for a depressed, hormonal fourteen-year-old to have to think about, and on top of it all, he still loves her and feels insanely jealous any time he hears any stories of what she’s up to and hates himself all the more for it. He doesn’t date anymore. Or, that was the plan before Pam showed up. His chapter’s meant to end with Ham finally taking that first step towards recovery and accepting Pam’s offer to a date. Which is cool, it’s good. I’m pretty happy with that outcome. Positive character development is tasty.

Phil’s supportive about the whole “unrequited feels for your ex-bff” thing. Or, well, as supportive as Phil’s capable. Zack’s a bich about it. Helga just hates it all a whole heaping ton for obvious reasons. And that’s it, that’s the end.

OH, and Ham and Helga have a heart-to-heart about the whole thing and he ends up the first (and only?) kid she confides the full extent of her romantic history with Arnold to. Like straight-up, she tells him about the shrines, and Ham’s like, “QUE?!” (sorry, had to). Anyway, so absent-mindedly one day, Ham makes a little pencil-version of Kori, realizes what he just did, snorts at it, and throws it away in a drawer to be forgotten. I think… Zack finds it, though? Yeah, I’m pretty sure it was Zack. And so that’s a thing that gets laughed about for years then, lol. If anyone even remembers the Shrine discourse from way back in Looking Up. Now you know.

So there it is. Not that exciting and probably exactly what everyone expected, but I just love Kori and I enjoy exploring the darker aspects of Ham’s character. I love him, too, though, I do. Poor confused lemon head. He just needs to grow up, that’s all. On his own time and without all the pressure and unearned expectations.

Hope it was all you wanted, Anon. Sorry for rambling a bit at the end there. Have a good day. 💛☕

#suprspeak #lwts #ocs #spoilers #lwts spoilers #ham #i need coffee #tw cursing

[crispy-tamago]

ongniel quidditch au

ok so my friend and i talk about hogwarts aus too much and i was yearning for a quidditch au and this happened sorry i got carried away lol

ok so daniel is 100% a gryffindor dun even fight me on this its Canon™

ong’s a gryffindor too, and is the keeper of the gryffindor quidditch team

here’s what happened lets go

quidditch season hasnt started but gryffindor are feeling the loss from last year because hufflepuff and ravenclaw were ON FIRE last year (where do they get those active first years,,,, we want sum of dat….)

seongwoo obv be feeling the determination theyRE GOING TO KILL IT!!! FROM THE BEGINNING!!! TO THE END!!! THE HOUSE CUP!!! IS GRYFFINDOR’S FOR THE TAKING!!!!

he also feeling the pressure because gryffindor are forgetting what it’s like to have a house cup win tbh

ok anyways

since he’s the keeper and everything he knows his team need to count on him yknow

he’s always extra early for team practices and spends all his free time practicing quidditch with some new teammate he persuaded one day (read: bribed)

prob went smthg like hey kiD!! HELP TOSS SOME QUAFFLES INTO THESE HOOPS FOR ME!!!

rip woojin lmfao ong’s always like lmao if thats u trying to score i might as well switch and play chaser instead

all in good fun he gives pointers to lil woojin on what to do to catch the keeper off guard

good practice for himself too

honestly though at some point woojin is prob thinking something like…. ong… shouldn’t u…. be studying…. for NEWTs…..

seongwoo : newts? haha what,,,,, are those ha,,,,ha,,, idk what ure talking bout

same

ok so one day after like 3 days of no sleep after trying to finish like 6 diff essays for all his subjects (don’t procrastinate friendos)

boi literally tired as fuck but still has the energy to drag his ass out to the quidditch pitch to practice

that saturday the slytherin and gryffindor captains scheduled a practice match to get into the groove of playing again before official matches starts

ofc he needs to show his best right off the bat

all his classmates tried to hold him back but his excuse was that he gotta train the newbie so he can do his best for the match

also secretly because it’s his last year he wants to show that it’s not been a waste and he’s become a very very reliable keeper and that gryffindor CAN win this year

so yes, he still goes to practice

remember boi on zero sleep and like 20 mins in woojin asks if he’s feeling okay since no sarcastic quips or anything

surprise surprise ong passes out but he like doesn’t go pancake because woojin manages to kind of stop him from doing so

still fucks up his wrist and ankle on landing though but he’s out of it and woojin is prob freaking tf out omg what am i gonna do ???

does the reasonable thing and sprints off to get madam pomfrey

hold your horses i know daniel hasnt come into this yet chill

ong has to stay in the hospital wing overnight bc of exhaustion but at least his wrist and ankle are okay right?

nah

he has to miss the practice match because his body isnt recovered enough for sports yet

he still goes to watch the match though

took a loooooot of convincing but madam pomfrey was finally like fine! bc he was being really loud and she wanted to shut him up hyahwhaghwhaha

when he gets to the pitch they had already begun playing and he sees kim donghan playing in his place and is reassured bc he was a natural even if he wasnt a regular

there’s other people from the two houses watching too

ta-daaa that’s when he meets daniel

daniel is an avid quidditch fanboy ok

always on top of quidditch news and never misses a game

this boy is the definition of House Pride he’s screaming the loudest and always gets hella hyped before matches

the type to walk up to people on the mornings of match day and tells them to cheer loudly for gryffindor to give them the support

gryffindor hasnt won a house cup in forever tbh but that doesnt phase him he just loves quidditch and is extremely passionate about the sport and his house so regardless of the result he will always remain their tru no.1 fan

about that practice match

lets be real we would all like to just sleep on saturday morning

daniel? practice match? give him the time and date and he’s there and prepared with snacks and drinks for the players he managed to get from the house elves what a considerate babu

he gets there extra early that morning because he knew there was a new first year playing and he wanted to cheer extra loud to give him confidence awwwwwawaw

but when he sees the team members arrive he notices

seongwoo isnt there?

that one fourth year boy is playing instead so he gets a little confused

seongwoo has never NOT played in any of their matches so he wondered why he wasn’t this time

he wasn’t even at the practice, even though everyone else on the team was

cue quidditch nerd daniel minutely freaking out lmao

he went through the possibilities in his head

team drama? detention? OVERSLEEPING??? decided to do a 180 and become studious???

WHAT HAPPENED THAT THEIR KEEPER ISN’T PLAYING

his brain was about to explode but he stops when he sees the familiar boy walk up to the top of the stands and get comfortable

he’s still really confused

why is he watching and not playing??

lmao the practice match started 5 mins ago but he’s too distracted bc he doesn’t know why THE ong seongwoo isnt participating in it

he debates going up to ask him about it

but like,,,, he never spoken to the dude before

what if he’s in a shit mood

screw it

abruptly gets up to go walk up to where ong is

prob trips on the way up, someone babyproof him

ong is so fixated on the match he doesn’t realise someone is standing next to him

when he does

“may i help u”

he recognizes him too

because like he’s always there at practices and is maybe a bit mad for quidditch

kind of endearing

daniel honestly prob gets caught off guard hayahahaHAHAHA

“just,,, wondering why you aren’t out there”

“eh, fucked up and slacked off with homework and now my body’s dealing with the consequences”

he cant help the frustration in his voice

daniel just kinda feels bad

bc he looks so,,, tired? and also kind of angry that he couldn’t play bc of his own carelessness

he’s always priding himself on being a reliable teammate but here he is missing matches smh

but he doesnt tell daniel that lol

“why are you sitting all the way up here? pretty sure you can get a better view from anywhere else”

ong prob jokingly says some shit like he cant let anyone else in his presence what a drama queen

he really likes the feel of the wind from high up

that’s why he plays quidditch, being up in the air just makes him feel free

anyways

daniel and him end up watching the rest of the match together

ong pointing out certain tendencies and habits his teammates have when playing

daniel pointing out how well the team work together and how he feels like this year is the year for gryffindor u feel

ong kind of just

??

“you really think so?”

bc why wouldnt he right

“it’s just that… gryffindor hasn’t won a house cup in a long time”

and tbh theyre all feeling it, no one says it though

just sucks that they KNOW theyre doing good but never seem to be able to come out on top

daniel looks at him like :O

YOU GOTTA BELIEVE MAN

LIKE

“YALL BEEN PRACTICING YOUR ASSES OFF AND THAT NEW CHASER GOT SOME POTENTIAL AND WORKS SO SO WELL WITH THE OTHER TWO AND OUR BEATERS ARE BACK BETTER THAN EVER NOW THAT OWLS ARE OVER ALSO OUR SEEKER HAS ALWAYS BEEN AMAZING AND WE HAVE YOU!!!!! YOU!!!!! MR RELIABLE KEEPER ALWAYS THERE TO COOLLY STOP THE OTHER HOUSE FROM SCORING”

lmfao he gets flustered after that and just quickly tells him to get better soon and to have faith in his team and himself

he constantly checks in with ong after that though

can’t really forget about the look on ong’s face when he talked about missing the game, even if it was a simple practice match

something in him just told him that ong was feeling shit about what happened when he couldn’t play

so he just tries to send positive vibes his way lol cute

even if it’s just walking by him in the great hall at breakfast and calling out for him not to slack off in class

or not to push himself too hard in practice

he prob even watches the team practice regularly and calls out “you guys did well today! we’re gonna win this year!!!”

just…. postive ball of sunshine spreading positivity

ong always spends some time after practice to talk to daniel to get to know him

its the least he can do bc daniel’s been so supportive of the team

daniel just hopes the dude remembers to take care of himself better tbh dont we all

ong won’t admit like ever but he 100% looks forward to daniel’s encouragement in the morning pfft

(and also totally wants to get to know daniel more other than him being a massive quidditch fan lol)

since then he finds himself working a lot harder to keep up with his workload in class so he can be on top of his game for quidditch

prob looks around in the crowd for daniel at games tbh hahAHAHHDAHA

this boi confident for matches he brings his A game all the time

both of them prob think its sad that they only really became friends in ong’s last year but hey better late then never right

#wanna one #produce 101 #ong seongwoo #kang daniel #why the fuk is this so long omfg hahahdahdahj #im sorry i got carried away i needed to stay awake for medication #hogwarts au #quidditch #ongniel #wanna one scenarios #words