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storyofmychoices · 3 months

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Tuneless Wonders

[Beckett Harrington x Emma Carlyle Masterlist]

Pairing: Beckett Harrington x Emma Carlyle (F!MC) Book: The Elementalists Word Count: >600 Rating/Warnings: general, no warnings, all the fluff Prompts: @choicesjanuary2024 aurora (borealis); @choicesficwriterscreations

Synopsis: Emma shows Beckett that the tuneless world has magic of its own.

It has been FAR too long since I've commissioned art of these two. So I am very excited to have been able to commission this piece by the ever talented ArtByAinna (IG) to kick off our TE @choicesbookclub

The vibrant hues of the aurora borealis painted the sky in a mesmerizing dance of celestial colors. Beckett and Emma found themselves at a secluded spot, away from the prying eyes of their friends. The ethereal lights shimmered overhead, casting a magical glow upon the landscape.

“Didn’t I tell you?” Emma teased, lacing her fingers with his as she rested her head on his shoulder. “The tuneless world has its own magic.”

Beckett couldn’t help but be captivated by the enchanting display painting the sky. “Wow,” the only word he could manage slipped quietly from his lips, his gaze fixed on the celestial wonder above.

Emma’s eyes sparkled with a blend of awe and admiration. “Nature's magic is unparalleled. Earth has her own set of spells that she blesses us with."

A surge of appreciation for a magic he had never considered before washed over him. Beckett had read of this natural event in books, of course, but he never imagined them quite like this. In his readings, it was simple. It was science, just a bit of chemistry—an interaction of particles, solar wind, and the Earth’s magnetic field—nothing special. Yet, the reality of what he thought nothing of, now, left him breathless.

Emma’s words continued to resonate with him as he stood entranced. He couldn’t deny the magnificent enchantment surrounding them. He slowly breathed in the cold air, letting it fill his lungs, the moment overwhelming him in the best way. As he exhaled, Beckett attempted to let go of the complexities of magical academia he had spent his life mastering, allowing room for this new appreciation for the tuneless wonders he never would have understood without her.

“It’s breathtaking,” he whispered, his words of reverence drifting from his lips in wisps of warmth against the cold air.

Emma’s gaze met his cool, grey eyes, which shimmered with the colors of the heavens. “Perhaps nature’s magic is the truest form. No spells, no textbooks—just the raw, untamed beauty of the world. Maybe that’s where it all started. Maybe this and other examples of Earth’s magic is the origin of all other magick we know.”

“Thank you.” His fingers brushed tenderly across her cheek as he cradled her face.

“For what?” She smiled softly.

“For sharing this with me—” he began, his gaze drifting once more to the beautiful dance above them. "—for convincing me that there are wonders and magic I still don't understand—" His words were quieter now, “—and... for being smarter than me.”

“What was that?” Emma’s brow quirked with mischief. "I couldn’t quite hear you—"

“You heard me well enough.”

She considered it for a moment. “I think I heard you say I was smarter than you—the one and only, Beckett Harrington. Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” She rested the back of her hand against his forehead.

He shook his head. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

“Well, if you want me to stop, you know what you have to do.” She grabbed the lapel of his navy peacoat, pulling him closer, their noses brushing together.

His freckled cheeks flushed at her gesture. “You’re impossible.” Beckett’s words were lost as he closed the gap between them. As their lips met, the warmth of her kiss seeped deep into him, a radiant glow that warmed him inside and out, like the gentle embrace of the soothing sun on a cold winters day.

The celestial lights above bore witness to their kiss, a moment of pure magic that rivaled the magic of this world and the magick of their studies.

I haven't written Beckett in... I honestly don't know how long 2, maybe 3??? years!?! I hope that our Book Club replay of TE will inspire some more Beckett and Emma stories. So far, I really only ever wrote them in my Detention Series.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

#beckett harrington #beckett harrington x mc #the elementalists #te beckett #beckett x mc #fan fiction #beckett x emma #emma carlyle #choices book club #lovealexhunt #january2024 #choices #playchoices #choices game #art #my commissions #lovealexhuntgetsart #lovealexhunt gets art #dani gets art

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hisui-dreamer · 1 year

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ode to the loyal knight

Pairing: Silver x gn!reader

Synopsis: you simply adored his very existence, everything single part of him

Tags: drabble, fluff, slightly poetic hehe, reader is a simp for silver, bot proofread

Word count: 606

Notes: ngl i found silver kinda boring at first but i'm glad to say fairy gala remix and other snippets of lore have endeared him to me. happy birthday silver!

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Your lover's eyes are a mesmerizing masterpiece, pools of blue and purple hues that you could stare into forever. Within their depths, an ethereal quality dances, as if the colours themselves were blessed by the tender caress of the dawn's first light. When his eyes lock with yours, time stands still, and you find yourself lost in their enchanting splendour. In those captivating eyes, you witness the reflection of his soul, a kind spirit that calls out to you, urging you to delve deeper into his being.

Your lover's tendency to drift into slumber, no matter the circumstance, may exasperate those around him, but to you, it's an endearing aspect of his character, adding a unique charm that you simply can't resist. You can’t help but smile when he falls asleep during classes or training, unable to resist the allure of sleep despite his best efforts.

Your lover tries to stay awake for you determinedly. You see the exhaustion etched upon his face, yet he persists, striving to be fully present with you. But alas, despite his best efforts, his eyelids grow heavy, and his body begins to sway with fatigue. His eyes flutter closed, and his body relaxes and ventures into the realm of dreams. Though sleep claims him, you know that when he awakens, he will be refreshed and ready to spend time with you once more. And in those moments of wakefulness, you will treasure his affection and attention, knowing full well the love he holds for you.

Your lover's laid-back nature draws you in, captivating you with its charm. His naivety sometimes leads to misunderstandings, but it only makes you love him more. You find beauty in his ability to see the best in everyone and everything, even when the world appears grim. He brings light into your life, and when you're together, a fluffy, optimistic atmosphere envelope you both. It may irritate some, but to you, it's a magical space where love and positivity thrive.

Your lover is a knight, a valiant soul committed to honour and duty. His dedication is a testament to the love and gratitude he holds for those who raised him. Through the haze of his somnolence, he strives to repay their kindness, his heart set on protecting those he cherishes. When it comes to those dear to him, caution awakens within him, transforming his demeanour into one of vigilance and protection. His usually serene eyes sharpen, his steps become measured and deliberate. In those moments, you witness the depths of his love and loyalty, his devotion unwavering.

You love how he remains composed and level-headed, carefully weighing each situation before making decisions. In moments of crisis, you trust him to guide you with his steady hand and wise judgment. He is not talkative, but you find solace in the quiet moments spent together. His willingness to listen, to absorb your thoughts and opinions without judgment, creates a safe haven where your voice is valued.

The sleepy gaze he casts upon you, the unwavering dedication he pours into every aspect of his life, and even his endearing absent-mindedness, they all intertwine, creating a tapestry of love that is both gentle and fierce. Every moment spent with him is like a vibrant brushstroke across the sky, an ethereal dance of colours in the canvas of your love. Just like the northern lights so alike his eyes, as the aurora borealis stretches across the horizon, your bond illuminates the depths of your souls, the magic of your love lights up the darkest corners, bringing warmth and comfort to even the coldest nights.

Your lover, is none other than Silver.

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#twstnexus #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland silver #silver #silver x reader

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thateldribitch · 2 years

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Why Do Yandere's Have me In a Chokehold

I might have read @lopsushi 's yandere stuff and ah--this comic inspired me.

But I wanted to put a twist on it.

Changed the nickname to "Starlight" because I already wrote a yandere that nicknamed his obsession "Moonlight" lol.

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“There you are, Starlight….” Wukong purred, softly shifting his legs to make space for his love. “...Come here.”

…Ever the theatric, Macaque took all the time in the world to come to bed. He took off his slippers, one by one. He slid the first layer of his robe off, then the second. Every movement was agonizingly slow. Eventually, he stood in only a comfortable pair of shorts, staring at the ground as if he could conjure another delay from thin air. But his Starlight knew better…. And eventually, marched up to bed like a thief to the gallows. He slid into the familiar space. And usually, he’d glare or put up some charming little bit of resistance…. But Macaque was tense. A chiseled statue sat in his lap, warm but… stiff in his fear.

Punishment tended to do that to him.

“...Darling.” Still, that gaze remained fixed to the sheets. “Macaque.” The utterance of his real name made the smaller monkey flinch his eyes towards him—and it was only with practice that his little love didn’t jerk away from the fingers tracing over his cheek. “...Do you know why we’re here?”

“...I defied you.” Macaque’s beautiful eyes shivered against Wukong’s unwavering gaze.

“...And your punishment?” The golden monkey hummed, sweetly. But his mate only murmured. “Louder, Dear.”

“...G-Grooming.” Claws clenched into the sheets, worrying holes into the silk. Macaque swallowed against the silence. “You. Get to groom me. For as long as you want.”

“Good.” His fangs flashed in a pleased smile. “...Relax for me, Starlight.” And Macaque collapsed against him like a cut wire. His muscles were taut, but his body was limp. That night-silk tail fell flat against the bed.

Smiling, Wukong curled his claws across his mate’s ears. They shuddered against the sharp tips… only to flutter as he carded the points through the tiny knots gathered around them. Tiny, unruly things that curled against the delicate appendages, a peach fuzz of black curls against the borealis base of those beautiful ears. Hm. A warm aurora, just for him. He smoothed a thumb over the shell as he finished with the first set of knots. The lily-soft appendage twitched against his fingertips. Gently, he took his forefinger and thumb and stroked it down the spider-lily scarlet, then the evergreen emerald, and the soft sapphire…..

A tiny noise escaped Macaque’s throat.

He pitched his head into Wukong’s ready palm.

Wukong smiled. There was a victory in every little inch that his darling gave him, after all. Purring, he leaned forward and pressed his teeth against Mac’s brow. The purr started as a soft rumble, then a delighted thunder as he felt those claws shift from the bedding to clutch onto him. Bodily, he pulled Mac onto his chest, nuzzling his nose against his. Rubbing their cheeks together. Twining their tails. The scent of peaches and plums mixed in a delicate perfume. Macaque’s tail twitched—an aborted flick, a wag? Wukong didn’t know. He was just… happy. To hold him. To drag his hands through that thick ink mane, soft as silk under his careful maintenance. To scratch at the bottom of his skull, a spot that always made Macaque make the cutest little chirp.

Little by little, he felt his mate’s false relaxation melt into something true. Walls fell a little. His guard dropped a little. It never fully left. It bothered him, feeling that single cord of tension taut against his gentle hands. Once upon a time, Macaque would seek him out for this touch. For groomings that would last hours, for Wukong to simply hold him and run his fingers through his hair. It was… special. Now, this type of grooming had to be a punishment. But it had its purpose. It was something to get Macaque used to his touch again, to not fear his gentleness…. To see reason: his mate would never hurt him. Besides, those wonton little shivers were worth it—pinched lips trying and failing to lock away pleased purrs and chirps.

Slowly, thoroughly, he groomed his mate as he deserved. Massaging the tension from his shoulders. Scratching the spots that itched. And if a bug had somehow found its way into his darling’s precious fur…? He cracked it between his teeth. Eventually… Wukong cradled the scarred side of Mac’s face. And a switch flipped. That lapful of melted monkey became rigid as stone. His mate’s eyes squeezed shut. “...Macaque.”

“S-Sorry—” Stone became crystal—shining, beautiful, rigid to the point of trembling.

“No…. Darling. Starlight.” Wukong cooed, tracing a thumb underneath his blind eye. “I would never hurt you. You know that, don’t you?”

“....” He wasn’t looking at him, again.

“...Starlight.” He sighed. He reached towards his shadowy mate’s ears again—and hovered patiently as Macaque flinched again. Just as quickly, as if realizing his mistake, Macaque practically slammed his head into Wukong’s palm. It pleased a part of him. It angered another. Wukong sighed through his nose. “...I would never hurt you. You’re far too precious to me. Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes.” Macaque immediately chirped, eyes squeezed shut. “I know.”

“...Good.” Satisfied, the Monkie King stroked a finger across those shivering ears. When Macaque didn’t flinch, or tense—he massaged the base of them. It didn’t take long for that small bit of attention to make Macaque melt for him again. “...Do you want me, tonight?” Wukong murmured, after a good few moments of silence.

“...I-I’m tired.” Even though Macaque was boneless in his arms, the rejection… hurt. Wukong smothered the sting in his soul. Still, he smiled and leaned forward to kiss his darling’s temple. A startled purr escaped him as Macaque grabbed a fistful of his fur, pulled him forward, and smashed their lips together. Desperately. Hungrily. Stealing his air as much as he’d stolen his heart so long ago…. He could keep it.

Dazed, Wukong leaned back to cup his cheek and press their foreheads together, “...I love you.”

“...I love you too.” Macaque’s whisper ached with something Wukong couldn’t name. And he knew, from every drop of pure emotion in his voice… that he meant it. His mate still loved him. And that filled the Great Sage with the hope that everything would be perfect again. His mate would seek him out, his Starlight’s smile would sparkle for him, and…. Everything would be perfect. It had to be. Gently, he pulled Macaque into his arms. He purred into his neatly groomed hair, relaxing into that familiar plum perfume.

Macaque’s tail curled around his own.

The silver fillet around his darling’s neck shone beneath the full moon.

#lego monkie kid #lmk #shadowpeach #macaque #wukong #sun wukong #six eared macaque #dark shadowpeach #yandere shadowpeach #yandere

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cilil · 5 months

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❅ Prompt: Aurora Borealis | Eönwë x Arien; implied/referenced Arien x Mairon ❅ Synopsis: Eönwë wishes Arien would miss him like she misses Mairon. ❅ Warnings: / ❅ Drabble

» AN: This one is for @maironite, coming from yet another fun discussion on the server, I believe. Hope you don't mind a bit of angst~

Many gazed skyward whenever Arien's fiery wind painted the firmament with beautiful colours, as did Eönwë.

He had never been able to resist her, though as lovely as these lights were, every luminous ribbon flashing across the northern sky pained him.

Eönwë knew their meaning; Arien had told him herself. A message to her beloved Mairon, like love letters written for all to see.

He won't listen, he wanted to cry out. You were heartbroken when he left, only to leave me thereafter.

It wasn't his place to question. Still, Eönwë wished she would miss him like that as well.

Thanks for reading! ♡

taglist: @a-contemplation-upon-flowers @asianbutnotjapanese @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @bluezenzennie @edensrose @eunoiaastralwings @i-did-not-mean-to @singleteapot @wandererindreams

#eonwe #eönwë #arien #eonwe x arien #maiar #ainur #drabble #silm fanfic #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion #cílil writes #my writing #winter prompts

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naffeclipse · 1 year

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Hi, Naff! *waves*

I’m not sure how up north cryptid hunter!Y/N and their boys get to travel, but if they got up far enough in snowy territory, how might they react to the northern lights? Have Sun/Moon ever seen them before, or has Y/N? Would they get to enjoy watching the light display together, or would they be interrupted by a hunt? Or could it perhaps be a bit of a date between Y/N and their boys? <3

I’ve just been thinking about soft kisses being exchanged in between gazing upon the aurora borealis and them cuddling each other (just to keep warm, of course).

Sun/Moon have seen the northern lights before! They've been around the block a few times, so natural wonders in the world are things they've witnessed. Y/N, however, hasn't!

Hehehe, just to keep warm *wink wonk*

I've been itching to do a yeti episode but I couldn't work it in with the fall season that the story takes place in, but I'm hoping I can do a one-shot after the main fic is completed! It would be so fun to have a night out in a snowy terrain with the aurora borealis dancing above their heads as Y/N snuggles closer to the boys in the brisk cold. It would be a date interrupted or maybe postpone.

Perhaps there's also an incident where Y/N falls through some ice into freezing water while chasing the yeti and the boys have to quickly find a way to fish them out and then warm them up despite their naturally colder body temperature, but it would end with getting back to what they were in the middle of—enjoying each other's company and the lights (and getting and giving a smooch or two). ♥

#i want this one post reveal for those good cuddles #ya know for the ~warmth~#and human and cryptid time without secrets or barriers #luminitewrites #cryptid sightings #ughhh i want to write cryptid smooches so bad!#soon tm

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loyaltyfallen · 2 months

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Castiel, in their true form, is a being of light, a star molded into a vaguely humanoid shape, ethereal and otherworldy, tall as a skyscraper and oddly proportioned with four faces, a constantly changing number of limbs and thousands of burning blue eyes devoid of pupils and sclera. Their entire form is ablaze with heavenly fire and surrounded by a halo like a solar corona during an eclipse. Their wings, six of them, are not the feathered avian limbs they manifest as in a vessel, but massive curtains of light the size of football fields swirling around them like the aurora borealis.

Gazing upon their true form, for those who are not immediately blinded, is like looking at the sun. Prolonged exposure to their true form results in burns and their presence disrupts electronic devices, even more so when they speak. Their true voice consists of multiple frequencies, sounding to those who can hear it like a chorus speaking in unison, melodic and alien.

#multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent (true form)#Headcanon

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gemcatx · 7 months

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This is a yo-kai watch fanfiction, my OC: Dozey, is the only thing I own. The rest is to whoever made the anime and games.

One ordinary morning, Nate, a regular school-going boy, found himself struggling to wake up. As his consciousness teetered between sleep and wakefulness, he felt a gentle shaking, rousing him from his slumber. Blinking his eyes open, he discovered his faithful yo-kai butler, Whisper, standing by his side. "Nate, you're late for school," Whisper's voice echoed in the room.

Nate groggily mumbled, "No~ wanna sleep," his words betraying his unusual drowsiness. Sensing something amiss, Whisper knew it was time to intervene and enlisted the help of their mischievous yo-kai companion, Jibanyan.

With a swift paw, Jibanyan slapped Nate awake, causing him to startle and sit up. Rubbing his eyes, the boy looked at Jibanyan with gratitude, "Thanks, Jibanyan."

"Hm? Oh, nyo, I was just getting annoyed," Jibanyan nonchalantly replied, maintaining his typical feline attitude.

Nate rolled his eyes, familiar with Jibanyan's quirkiness, and decided to investigate the source of his sudden tiredness. Activating his yo-kai watch, a device that allowed him to see invisible yo-kai, Nate scanned the room. His gaze settled upon a yo-kai nestled in the corner, seemingly lost in a perpetual state of drowsiness.

Curiosity piqued, Nate turned to Whisper, seeking his expertise. "Whisper, who's this yo-kai? I can't seem to identify it."

Whisper, pretending to be knowledgeable, opened his yo-kai pad and hastily scrolled through its contents. "Ah, yes, of course, this is... Dozey! She's a yo-kai that specializes in making people tired and sluggish, even when they're well-rested."

Nate furrowed his brow, noticing that Dozey had hair that flowed like the vibrant hues of an aurora borealis, cascading down to cover her eyes. She lay on her side, seemingly incapable of standing up. Eager to understand more about this unique yo-kai, Nate decided to approach her.

"Dozey, is it?" Nate gently called out, hoping to engage her in conversation. "Why are you here? Why are you making me so tired?"

Dozey stirred slightly, her drowsy voice barely audible. "I can sleep wherever i want. you just happen to be here" Dozey didn't budge. as she yawned, a purple aura came off her, making Nate feel sleepy again. Whisper saw her grinning in amusement, her sharp teeth showing. "What's funny?" he asked.

"mmm-nothing~" Dozey replied, her smile growing wider. Whisper quickly realized the danger that Nate was in, his energy being drained by Dozey's yo-kai powers. Acting swiftly, he grabbed Nate by the shoulders and shook him vigorously. "Nate, snap out of it! We need to fight back!" he exclaimed urgently.

Nate's eyelids fluttered, and his drowsy expression slowly transformed into determination as he regained control of his senses. With a newfound resolve, he activated his yo-kai watch once again, this time summoning his fiery friend, Blazion.

As the flames subsided, a magnificent lion-like yo-kai stood before them, his fiery mane blazing with an intense heat. Blazion let out a powerful roar, radiating confidence and strength. "Rah, rah!" "you need to get up and take on the day!" Whisper quoted Blazion since he only speaks in 'rah's instead of proper English. no one knows why but when working with yo-kai, you learn not to question it. Dozey simply yawned, inspiriting Blazion who tried to fight it, but could never overpower her and fell asleep. "he didn't stand a chance!" Nate said in shock. Whisper nodded and added, "if motivation won't work, we need to think outside the box." Nate sighed in agreement as Whisper continued with his plan. "what wakes people up?" "um...loud noises, cold water" Nate thought aloud. "how about needing to pee" Jibanyan stated before munching on a chocobar. "yes! we can summon Fidgephant" Whisper explained, giving Nate the yo-kai medallion. "really? aren't there other options?" "not really. we need to make do, otherwise we'll never get rid of her" Whisper explained. "I guess" Nate muttered before reluctantly placing the token in his watch and summoned Fidgephant. Nate gazed at Fidgephant, a peculiar elephant-like Yo-kai with a leaky trunk. Despite its appearance, Nate knew Fidgephant possessed a special ability that could finally wake Dozey from her everlasting slumber. "Fidgephant, we need your help," Nate called out, his voice determined. The yo-kai nodded knowingly, ready to fulfill his duty. With a swift motion of his trunk, Fidgephant unleashed a ring of water around Dozey. Fidgephant's inspiriting had an immediate effect on Dozey. a sudden urgency gripped her body. a shiver ran down her spine and jolted awake, her eyes widening in alarm as she realized what was happening. "Oh no, I can't hold it anymore!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with desperation.

Nate and Whisper watched with a mix of relief and amusement as Dozey scrambled to her feet, her influence dissipating as her focus shifted entirely to finding relief and raced into Nate's restroom. She slammed the door closed, a long sigh of relief heard from her. Despite the comical display, Nate remembered he was late for school. Nate hurriedly gathered his school supplies, realizing the time was slipping away. As he glanced at the closed bathroom door, he couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. Whisper approached him, wearing a mischievous grin on his face.

"Looks like we managed to solve the Dozey problem," Whisper said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Yeah, but now I'm going to be in big trouble!" Nate panicked as he ran down the street.

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When school ended, he got back home to see Dosey was waiting with a pouty face, her hair in a messy bun so you can actually see her face, though looked like she was going to fall asleep sitting up. It looked rather adorable. Without saying a word, Dozey threw her yokai medallion at thim, followed by a note. Nate caught the yokai medallion in his hand, his curiosity piqued. He unfolded the note attached to it and read the hastily scrawled words:

"Dear Nate, I'm sorry for causing trouble earlier. I didn't mean to disrupt your day. Please accept this yokai medallion as a token of my apology. - Dozey"

Nate couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Despite Dozey's mischievous nature, she seemed genuinely remorseful. He looked at her sitting there, her pouty face slowly melting away as she anxiously awaited his reaction.

With a soft smile, he warmly said "Apology accepted"

Dozey's eyes widened with surprise, her pout transforming into a sleepy smile as the yo-kai mumbled "thank you". She was soon fast asleep, snoring softly on the table.

Nate let out an amused huff "We'll have her leave tomorrow"

The End

#yokai #Yokai #yo-kai watch #OC #Yo-kai watch

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trashiiplant · 5 months

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Beacon and Borealis doodle on aggie io

#just something silly for tonight #trashy art #rain world #rain world downpour #rw #iterator oc #rw iterator #slugcat oc #slugcat #The Beacon #Gaze Upon a Borealis #aggie art #magma art

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kayssweetdreams · 1 year

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A Wonderous Christmas Ch 8

A little while later, both Maestro's had announced that there was another surprise waiting for them. The human guests awaited what surprise was in-store, when all of a sudden, the stained glass murals that lined the isle glowed a brilliant light, and shot upwards, creating a beautiful Aroura Borealis-esque show in the sky.

The humans looked in awe at the lights in the sky, as they spread all throughout Wonderworld, it's beauty too captivating to stop looking at it. "Oh Balan! It's absolutely amazing!" Iben said, her eyes sparkling as she and John cuddling together in the snow. "She's right!" Bruce said, he and Mara gazing at the Borealis in the sky.

Balan and Lance smiled, they often heard the same thing heard year after year from the costumes. But hearing it from those outside of Wonderworld, brought on a sense of pride. "Why thank you friends, that means a lot. Gives us a reason it give it all we got." Lance said, his cold demeanor warming up in the snow.

Balan's smile however, got a bit bigger "That's not all that's in store! In fact, for surprises, there's one more!" He said, his gaze still fixed on the sky. The human guests didn't know what that meant, until they saw small white streaks shoot through the Borealis, causing small ripples in the light that made the light streaks, explode like fireworks, and then return into streaks.

These small streaks, as it turns out, were shooting star like snowflakes that had gained the Borealis's magical glow. Leo's eyes widened, this is what Balan was talking about back in the theater! Now it all depended on actually CATCHING one of them, especially without Alice seeing him. That's when he had an idea "Hey Mr Cole? Can you talk to my mom? At least until the lights fade out?" He asked. Francis raised an eyebrow, but he complied nonetheless, walking to the blonde woman, and beginning a friendly chat with her.

Seeing that he was distracted, Leo got to work trying to catch one. However, the snowflakes were descending to the ground too fast, almost seeming to shatter upon impact to the ground. Leo looked up, hoping to see where they would Land next, but even that was hard to tell, thanks to the explosions of light in the sky. Leo wouldn't give up though, He had to get one for his mom's gift.

Emma saw what Leo was trying to do and rushed to his aid, hoping that an extra set of eyes and hands would be able to catch one, but even the snowflakes evaded her grasp as well. Soon, after a few minutes of a aimless snowflake catch, they ran into each other and landed in the snow. Leo laid in the snow, his eyes looking above at the shimmering lights that glimmered above him.

"'Sigh' so much for catching one..." Leo sighed, sadness in his voice. Emma walked over to him and joined him on the ground "Well, Maybe you can find her something else." She said, her eyes taking in the colors above her. The two of them heard footsteps as Balan and Lance leaned over them. "Hello you two! You look distraught...I see a snowflake you haven't caught..." they both said, completing each other's sentences.

Leo glared at the top hatted maestro "Oh Gee. Ya think?" He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "That's a shame, but I'm sure it'll be fine, especially since I'm giving you one of mine." Balan said, one of the magic glowing snowflakes in his hand. Leo's eyes widened. "Y-You caught one?! But how?!" He asked in awe "One of the joy's of being me, I can get closer to them, see?" He said, handing one of them to Leo.

Leo took the snowflake from Balan as if he was taking a Baby Tim. The snoflake absorbed the light from the Borealis, making the snowflake glow a rainbow of color, and making it shine brighter than the stars in the sky "Whoa..." Leo whispered in awe, he had finally gotten the perfect gift for his mom. "Will it melt Balan?" Emma asked. "Perish the thought, melting it will not." Balan simply replied before he felt Leo hug his torso and tackle him to the ground.

"Balan...thank you..." Leo said, a sincere smile on his face. Balan hugged the boy back. "You are very welcome Leo..." He said as they all looked back up at the Borealis, and the magic snowflake fireworks in the sky.

#Balan Wonderworld #Balan #Lance #Leo Craig #Emma Cole #Jose Gallard #Fiona Demetria #Yuri Brand #Haoyu Chang #Sana Hudson #Cass Milligan #Cal Suresh #Iben Bia #Attilio Caccini #Lucy Wong #Eis Glover #Bruce Stone

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mhevarujta · 2 years

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The Rings of Power ft. Constellations

I know I'm reaching, but let me have my fun here.

In the first episode Sadoc mentions the importance of the stars and the changing skies, as if the stars are watching for something.

Meteor man falls like the equivalent of a shooting star. While there are some hints that make fans theorise he's Sauron, I think the starts are acting as guides in a sense and by extent he is not meant to be evil, but sent by the benevolent force that is watching (the Valar).

Let's start by the fact that Varda, the queen of the stars and of the Valar, was the one responsible for situating the stars upon the sky and she was the Valar that Melkor (and by extent this could be true for his greatest servant) feared the most.

Moreover, in the actual episodes, the stars could work as hints. In the beginning of episode two Galadriel is motivated to move after gazing at Valacirca (the Great Bear): The constellation that had been set as enlightenment for the awakening of the elves and had also symbolized a challange to Melkor. Moreover the 7 stars (no matter if the dwarves' asterism coincides with the Great Bear or is ultimately Corona Borealis for Tolkien) is connected to the seven stars of the doors of Durin AND to Elendil who finds her at the end of the episode. So the constellation in the beginning foreshadows several points of the episode.

Looking at the constellation the fireflies created, I'm in no way certain, but the only close depiction that comes to mind is Remmirath: the constellation that was created to lead the elves to Valinor. The very ward Tolkien created has basically been translated as 'a group of jewels caught in a net'. The Meteor Man's desperation in showing this to Nori could convey his urgency to convey that those carrying the jewels (rings) will be caught in Sauron's net. Moreover, interestingly enough, the constellation is identified with the one we know as the Pleiades. In Greek mythology the Pleiades, the nymphs that are also identified as the Hesperides, were guarding the three Golden Apples, which are symbols of beauty, health, wealth and immortality. These are all the things that the Numenorians will commit hubris in their attempt to pursue, leading to their downfall. Interestingly, the Pleiades/Hesperides were also called Atlantides, because Atlas was their father and Numenor is Tolkien's Atlantis.

As I said, I know this is a stretch, but, regardless, at the very least I think there is potential for something good here.

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It's Fictional Throwdown Friday!

This Week's Fighters...

Shota Aizawa vs Seymour Skinner!

Conditions:

Speed Equalized.

Scenario:

Principal Skinner invites Pro Hero Eraserhead over to discuss potentially opening a Hero School in Springfield. Seymour goes to get the food, but he sees that his roast is ruined. As such, he stumbles upon the delightfully devilish idea to buy a Krusty Burger from across the street and disguise it as his own cooking. Unfortunately, that leaves his burning stove unattended, causing it to explode and level the whole house. Aizawa mistakes the explosion for an attempt on his life and doesn't believe Skinner's crazy explanations.

"That wasn't an explodion! That was Aurora Borealis!"

"...Aurora Borealis. At this time of year, at this time of day, in this part of the US, localized entirely within your kitchen."

"Yes."

"...No."

Analysis: Eraser Head

U. A. High School, the most popular Hero School in all of Japan. It is a place of incredible prestige, not just for its students, but its staff as well. Whilst there you can be expected to be taught by Legends, such as the boisterous Present Mic or the iconic 1# hero All Might. But, one of the greatest pro heroes to teach at this institution is one that the general public has never even heard of. Shota Aizawa, the cynical and cunning Hero known as Eraser Head.

What Aizawa lacks in in popularity and public acclaim, he makes up for in standards. If All Might is your overbearing dad and Present Mic is your coddling party uncle, then Aizawa is the uncle that throws you into the deep end of the pool to teach you to swim. He's notorious for failing even entire classes of students if they don't meet his standards and for good reason. The death of his best friend and partner during the earliest years of his Hero career taught him that the Hero profession is a cold and unforgiving one under all the glamor and fame. Luckily, Aizawa's unique quirk gave him something of a leg up in that field.

Aizawa has the ability to "erase" someone's Quirk with his gaze, rendering his opponent literally powerless before him. Which is quite fortunate, seeing as Aizawa is otherwise an ordinary man... by the standards of MHA anyways. Meaning that he can routinely fight villains who are powerful enough to obliterate concrete with their bare hands and once defeated someone who leveled an entire building long before he became a Pro Hero. That's roughly equivalent to 0.61 tons of tnt. So, you know, "ordinary human".

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That being said, his Quirk has a few drawbacks. Namely, it relies on his eye sight. If he breaks his line of sight for any reason, even for blinking, he stops erasing your powers. What's more, he can't nullify powers that are inherent to your biology. He can stop you from shooting lightning out of your hands, but he can't stop you from being a giant rock monster if that's what your power is. Fortunately, Aizawa is nothing if not prepared.

Eraser Head is a remarkably dirty fighter. He kinda has to be given his "human" physical limits. Meaning he comes equiped with a special combat scarf, his Capturing Weapon, that serves as his own personal web shooters. Aizawa can use them to restrain his foes, block attacks, and enhance his acrobatics in various ways, from swinging on them like a vine to walking across them like a tight rope. They are whatever Aizawa needs them to be in any given situation, because he knows damn well that you're either highly adaptable or very dead. It's why he also carries... just... a straight up knife. Not to many heroes out there who are willing to just shank you but, hey, it works.

That's kinda Aizawa's main deal. He's strictly built himself around his own limitations in both arsenal and combat style. Whether that be in the form of minor conveniences, such as the googles that help keep his eyes moist abd the eye drops he keeps on hand, or the advanced stuff, such as his remarkably actobatic martial art skills and the Caltrops he has for when his scarf just isn't restraining you well enough. Sadly, this isn't always enough. Against a giant tank of a supervillain who can give All Might a fair fight, Aizawa's completely screwed, with one such encounter ending with nearly all of his bones broken.

Still, Aizawa is a tough bastard. Whether he's getting literally beaten into the grown by a Nomu or being forced to cut his own leg off to avoid having his quirk erased, Aizawa matches all the expectations he imposes on his students. While his quirk and combat effectiveness were drastically reduced by these beatdowns, Aizawa still manages to embody all of U.A.'s core teachings. No matter the odds, he will always Go Beyond... Plus Ultra!

Analysis: Seymour Skinner

Springfield Elementary School. The legendary school world famous for having the biggest trouble making delinquent this side of South Park. Bart Simpson, the legend whom all the Big Nate's of the world strive to be. Yet, he would be nothing if not for the Non-Giving-Up School Guy he opposes. The Mr. Krupp to his George and Harold, the ever strict Seymour Skinner.

Despite his petty station in life, Seymour is a fairly accomplished man by Springfield standards. A survivor of the Vietnam War, Skinner worked his way up to Sargeant within the US Military, demonstrating a prowess both in combat and command. He survived 3 years in a Vietnam POW camp, surviving of a thin stew that he would come to love the taste of. Indeed, his Green Barrett skills and hard earned hardiness would serve him well as the Simpson Jr's arch nemesis.

Drspite being nothing more than an ordinary man, Seymour is definitively superhuman. He can march straight through a raging river without breaking his stride, survive a blast that completely vaporized a car, and not even flinch at getting drilled straight through a bridge. Notably, he can fight evenly with Bart Simpson, who can survive a blast that completely obliterated the Simpsons family home. That's nearly 0.40 tons of tnt.

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See, while Skinner's Vietnam days are long behind him, Skinner was still a Green Barrett and for good reason. Even ignoring that he can duel with Bart evenly on the back of a speeding truck, Skinner has used his knowledge of pressure points and nerve strikes to incapacitate a pack of Disney lawyers with a single blow each. Impressive considering I don't think Disney lawyers have any nerve.

Skinner has earned his title as Principal through his remarkable smarts and stalwart moral resolve. Whether it's refusing to flinch in the face of Mafia bribes or seeing through Mr. Burns "clever disguise". Morever, he's even remarkably crafty, improvising a way to escape being pinned by making a homemade rocket, regularly seeing through Bart Simpsons schemes, and even creating an unforgettable luncheon after his roast was ruined through use of a delightfully devilish plan. His most impressive feat of intellect, however, would have to be faking his identity for decades.

See, Skinner isn't actually Skinner. He's actually a man named Armin Tamzarian, an officer who served under the real Seymour Skinner. After being mistaken for the presumed dead Skinner by his mother after arriving to inform her of his passing, Armin felt obligated to take up Skinner's identity, after which he kept the ruse going into his late 40's until the real Skinner returned to reveal the ruse. But, by then, Seymour was beloved and accepted enough in town that no one really cared. As far as Springfield was concerned, he was the only Seymour Skinner they'd ever need. In a way, Armin made a better Skinner than Skinner did, as he was the one who truly earned the town's respect.

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This is a pretty open and shut case.

To Skinner's credit, he is arguably more intelligent and potentially just as skilled as Aizawa and he does have one solid win condition. If Skinner is able to land a hit, his use of Pressure Points could incapacitate Eraser Head. Sadly, that's just not gonna happen.

Aizawa is sizably stronger (0.39 tons vs 0.61 tons) and while Skinner's Green Barrett status is respectable, Aizawa's time as a Pro Hero can match it. Skinner can hold up against torture in a POW camp, but Aizawa can stay conscious and aware after getting all his bones broken by a foe as strong as All Might. Furthermore, Skinner has no notable equipment or really any counter to Aizawa's Capture Weapon, meaning he's unlikely to get close enough to capitalize on his use of pressure points.

As a matter of fact, Skinner's biggest advantage, his lack of a Quirk to erase, actually works in Aizawa's favor. Eraser Head has built himself around working around the limitations of his quirk, but in a fight where his Quirk isn't even a factor, he doesn't have to hold anything back when it comes to laying the beatdown on Armin and then arresting him for impersonation and fraud.

Skinner may be an odd fellow who steams a good ham, but ultimately his roast was ruined.

This Throwdown's Winner is...

Eraser Head!

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CHAPTER 27

THE CENTRAL SEA

At first I saw absolutely nothing. My eyes, wholly unused to the effulgence of light, could not bear the sudden brightness; and I was compelled to close them. When I was able to reopen them, I stood still, far more stupefied than astonished. Not all the wildest effects of imagination could have conjured up such a scene! "The sea—the sea," I cried.

"Yes," replied my uncle, in a tone of pardonable pride; "the Central Sea. No future navigator will deny the fact of my having discovered it; and hence of acquiring a right of giving it a name."

It was quite true. A vast, limitless expanse of water, the end of a lake if not of an ocean, spread before us, until it was lost in the distance. The shore, which was very much indented, consisted of a beautiful soft golden sand, mixed with small shells, the long-deserted home of some of the creatures of a past age. The waves broke incessantly—and with a peculiarly sonorous murmur, to be found in underground localities. A slight frothy flake arose as the wind blew along the pellucid waters; and many a dash of spray was blown into my face. The mighty superstructure of rock which rose above to an inconceivable height left only a narrow opening—but where we stood, there was a large margin of strand. On all sides were capes and promontories and enormous cliffs, partially worn by the eternal breaking of the waves, through countless ages! And as I gazed from side to side, the mighty rocks faded away like a fleecy film of cloud.

It was in reality an ocean, with all the usual characteristics of an inland sea, only horribly wild—so rigid, cold and savage.

One thing startled and puzzled me greatly. How was it that I was able to look upon that vast sheet of water instead of being plunged in utter darkness? The vast landscape before me was lit up like day. But there was wanting the dazzling brilliancy, the splendid irradiation of the sun; the pale cold illumination of the moon; the brightness of the stars. The illuminating power in this subterranean region, from its trembling and Rickering character, its clear dry whiteness, the very slight elevation of its temperature, its great superiority to that of the moon, was evidently electric; something in the nature of the aurora borealis, only that its phenomena were constant, and able to light up the whole of the ocean cavern.

The tremendous vault above our heads, the sky, so to speak, appeared to be composed of a conglomeration of nebulous vapors, in constant motion. I should originally have supposed that, under such an atmospheric pressure as must exist in that place, the evaporation of water could not really take place, and yet from the action of some physical law, which escaped my memory, there were heavy and dense clouds rolling along that mighty vault, partially concealing the roof. Electric currents produced astonishing play of light and shade in the distance, especially around the heavier clouds. Deep shadows were cast beneath, and then suddenly, between two clouds, there would come a ray of unusual beauty, and remarkable intensity. And yet it was not like the sun, for it gave no heat.

The effect was sad and excruciatingly melancholy. Instead of a noble firmament of blue, studded with stars, there was above me a heavy roof of granite, which seemed to crush me.

Gazing around, I began to think of the theory of the English captain who compared the earth to a vast hollow sphere in the interior of which the air is retained in a luminous state by means of atmospheric pressure, while two stars, Pluto and Proserpine, circled there in their mysterious orbits. After all, suppose the old fellow was right!

In truth, we were imprisoned—bound as it were, in a vast excavation. Its width it was impossible to make out; the shore, on either hand, widening rapidly until lost to sight; while its length was equally uncertain. A haze on the distant horizon bounded our view. As to its height, we could see that it must be many miles to the roof. Looking upward, it was impossible to discover where the stupendous roof began. The lowest of the clouds must have been floating at an elevation of two thousand yards, a height greater than that of terrestrial vapors, which circumstance was doubtless owing to the extreme density of the air.

I use the word "cavern" in order to give an idea of the place. I cannot describe its awful grandeur; human language fails to convey an idea of its savage sublimity. Whether this singular vacuum had or had not been caused by the sudden cooling of the earth when in a state of fusion, I could not say. I had read of most wonderful and gigantic caverns—but, none in any way like this.

The great grotto of Guachara, in Colombia, visited by the learned Humboldt; the vast and partially explored Mammoth Cave in Kentucky—what were these holes in the earth to that in which I stood in speechless admiration! with its vapory clouds, its electric light, and the mighty ocean slumbering in its bosom! Imagination, not description, can alone give an idea of the splendor and vastness of the cave.

I gazed at these marvels in profound silence. Words were utterly wanting to indicate the sensations of wonder I experienced. I seemed, as I stood upon that mysterious shore, as if I were some wandering inhabitant of a distant planet, present for the first time at the spectacle of some terrestrial phenomena belonging to another existence. To give body and existence to such new sensations would have required the coinage of new words—and here my feeble brain found itself wholly at fault. I looked on, I thought, I reflected, I admired, in a state of stupefaction not altogether unmingled with fear!

The unexpected spectacle restored some color to my pallid cheeks. I seemed to be actually getting better under the influence of this novelty. Moreover, the vivacity of the dense atmosphere reanimated my body by inflating my lungs with unaccustomed oxygen.

It will be readily conceived that after an imprisonment of forty-seven days, in a dark and miserable tunnel it was with infinite delight that I breathed this saline air. It was like the genial, reviving influence of the salt sea waves.

My uncle had already got over the first surprise.

With the Latin poet Horace his idea was that—

Not to admire is all the art I know,

To make man happy and to keep him so.

"Well," he said, after giving me time thoroughly to appreciate the marvels of this underground sea, "do you feel strong enough to walk up and down?"

"Certainly," was my ready answer, "nothing would give me greater pleasure."

"Well then, my boy," he said, "lean on my arm, and we will stroll along the beach."

I accepted his offer eagerly, and we began to walk along the shores of this extraordinary lake. To our left were abrupt rocks, piled one upon the other—a stupendous titanic pile; down their sides leaped innumerable cascades, which at last, becoming limpid and murmuring streams, were lost in the waters of the lake. Light vapors, which rose here and there, and floated in fleecy clouds from rock to rock, indicated hot springs, which also poured their superfluity into the vast reservoir at our feet.

Among them I recognized our old and faithful stream, the Hansbach, which, lost in that wild basin, seemed as if it had been flowing since the creation of the world.

"We shall miss our excellent friend," I remarked, with a deep sigh.

"Bah!" said my uncle testily, "what matters it? That or another, it is all the same."

I thought the remark ungrateful, and felt almost inclined to say so; but I forbore.

At this moment my attention was attracted by an unexpected spectacle. After we had gone about five hundred yards, we suddenly turned a steep promontory, and found ourselves close to a lofty forest! It consisted of straight trunks with tufted tops, in shape like parasols. The air seemed to have no effect upon these trees—which in spite of a tolerable breeze remained as still and motionless as if they had been petrified.

I hastened forward. I could find no name for these singular formations. Did they not belong to the two thousand and more known trees—or were we to make the discovery of a new growth? By no means. When we at last reached the forest, and stood beneath the trees, my surprise gave way to admiration.

In truth, I was simply in the presence of a very ordinary product of the earth, of singular and gigantic proportions. My uncle unhesitatingly called them by their real names.

"It is only," he said, in his coolest manner, "a forest of mushrooms."

On close examination I found that he was not mistaken. Judge of the development attained by this product of damp hot soils. I had heard that the Lycoperdon giganteum reaches nine feet in circumference, but here were white mushrooms, nearly forty feet high, and with tops of equal dimensions. They grew in countless thousands—the light could not make its way through their massive substance, and beneath them reigned a gloomy and mystic darkness.

Still I wished to go forward. The cold in the shades of this singular forest was intense. For nearly an hour we wandered about in this visible darkness. At length I left the spot, and once more returned to the shores of the lake, to light and comparative warmth.

But the amazing vegetation of subterraneous land was not confined to gigantic mushrooms. New wonders awaited us at every step. We had not gone many hundred yards, when we came upon a mighty group of other trees with discolored leaves—the common humble trees of Mother Earth, of an exorbitant and phenomenal size: lycopods a hundred feet high; flowering ferns as tall as pines; gigantic grasses!

"Astonishing, magnificent, splendid!" cried my uncle; "here we have before us the whole flora of the second period of the world, that of transition. Behold the humble plants of our gardens, which in the first ages of the world were mighty trees. Look around you, my dear Harry. No botanist ever before gazed on such a sight!"

My uncle's enthusiasm, always a little more than was required, was now excusable.

"You are right, Uncle," I remarked. "Providence appears to have designed the preservation in this vast and mysterious hothouse of antediluvian plants, to prove the sagacity of learned men in figuring them so marvelously on paper."

"Well said, my boy—very well said; it is indeed a mighty hothouse. But you would also be within the bounds of reason and common sense, if you added that it is also a vast menagerie."

I looked rather anxiously around. If the animals were as exaggerated as the plants, the matter would certainly be serious.

"A menagerie?"

"Doubtless. Look at the dust we are treading under foot—behold the bones with which the whole soil of the seashore is covered—"

"Bones," I replied, "yes, certainly, the bones of antediluvian animals."

I stooped down as I spoke, and picked up one or two singular remains, relics of a bygone age. It was easy to give a name to these gigantic bones, in some instances as big as trunks of trees.

"Here is, clearly, the lower jawbone of a mastodon," I cried, almost as warmly and enthusiastically as my uncle; "here are the molars of the Dinotherium; here is a leg bone which belonged to the Megatherium. You are right, Uncle, it is indeed a menagerie; for the mighty animals to which these bones once belonged, have lived and died on the shores of this subterranean sea, under the shadow of these plants. Look, yonder are whole skeletons—and yet—"

"And yet, nephew?" said my uncle, noticing that I suddenly came to a full stop.

"I do not understand the presence of such beasts in granite caverns, however vast and prodigious," was my reply.

"Why not?" said my uncle, with very much of his old professional impatience.

"Because it is well known that animal life only existed on earth during the secondary period, when the sedimentary soil was formed by the alluviums, and thus replaced the hot and burning rocks of the primitive age."

"I have listened to you earnestly and with patience, Harry, and I have a simple and clear answer to your objections: and that is, that this itself is a sedimentary soil."

"How can that be at such enormous depth from the surface of the earth?"

"The fact can be explained both simply and geologically. At a certain period, the earth consisted only of an elastic crust, liable to alternative upward and downward movements in virtue of the law of attraction. It is very probable that many a landslip took place in those days, and that large portions of sedimentary soil were cast into huge and mighty chasms."

"Quite possible," I dryly remarked. "But, Uncle, if these antediluvian animals formerly lived in these subterranean regions, what more likely than that one of these monsters may at this moment be concealed behind one of yonder mighty rocks."

As I spoke, I looked keenly around, examining with care every point of the horizon; but nothing alive appeared to exist on these deserted shores.

I now felt rather fatigued, and told my uncle so. The walk and excitement were too much for me in my weak state. I therefore seated myself at the end of a promontory, at the foot of which the waves broke in incessant rolls. I looked round a bay formed by projections of vast granitic rocks. At the extreme end was a little port protected by huge pyramids of stones. A brig and three or four schooners might have lain there with perfect ease. So natural did it seem, that every minute my imagination induced me to expect a vessel coming out under all sail and making for the open sea under the influence of a warm southerly breeze.

But the fantastic illusion never lasted more than a minute. We were the only living creatures in this subterranean world!

During certain periods there was an utter cessation of wind, when a silence deeper, more terrible than the silence of the desert fell upon these solitary and arid rocks—and seemed to hang like a leaden weight upon the waters of this singular ocean. I sought, amid the awful stillness, to penetrate through the distant fog, to tear down the veil which concealed the mysterious distance. What unspoken words were murmured by my trembling lips—what questions did I wish to ask and did not! Where did this sea end—to what did it lead? Should we ever be able to examine its distant shores?

But my uncle had no doubts about the matter. He was convinced that our enterprise would in the end be successful. For my part, I was in a state of painful indecision—I desired to embark on the journey and to succeed, and still I feared the result.

After we had passed an hour or more in silent contemplation of the wondrous spectacle, we rose and went down towards the bank on our way to the grotto, which I was not sorry to gain. After a slight repast, I sought refuge in slumber, and at length, after many and tedious struggles, sleep came over my weary eyes.

#A Journey to the Centre of the Earth

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