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secondtechnicianrimmer · 3 months

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Space Corp. Directive #1215225

For some ungodly reason, you fancy the second technician, but you'd be damned if you ever admitted it.

Pairing: Arnold Rimmer x (F) Reader

Warnings: None? Apart from embarrassing flirting

Chapter Three: Bodyswap

You’d hardly heard a sound out of any of your crewmates all day. On any other ship, you were sure you wouldn’t have noticed, or you might’ve even enjoyed some rare peace between shifts. But this was not any other ship. There was never a dull moment aboard Red Dwarf, so the quiet unnerved you relentlessly.

Still, you tried to make the best of it. Only last week, you’d had to deal with a shapeshifting monster that turned you all into the worst versions of yourselves. Post-Polymorph, you were eager for a bit of downtime.

The communal hubs of the ship centred around the kitchen/dining room or the mess. The former is where you’d made yourself comfortable that afternoon.

Soft music lilted from the little radio in the corner, one of Lister’s more docile tapes. He’d let you borrow it, along with his old training manuals from when he first enlisted. They were spread out across the dining table in a wide arch, practically untouched, if a little dusty after 3 million years.

You picked up the first one. An Introductory Guide To JMC Red Dwarf.

Crews tended to personify and even anthropomorphise their vessels. It was a trait inherent in a lot of species, especially humans, so it didn’t sit right with you to live on a ship you knew nothing about. You’d also been feeling a little like a spare part recently, so you thought catching up on some basic mechanical knowledge might make you more useful.

You’d only turned a couple of pages when you heard heavy, booted footsteps clomping your way.

Lister stopped in the doorway when he saw you. He looked at you oddly, like he hadn’t expected to find you there and couldn’t be less pleased about it.

“Hey!” You frowned. “You alright?”

For some bizarre reason, Lister was wearing Rimmer’s emerald green uniform, the shiny, metallic number with the matching cap.

There was definitely something wrong with you. A funny hat with a little antenna should not make your chest flutter. But it was so embarrassingly endearing.

Slowly, Lister smiled, but it didn’t seem to suit his face.

“Tickety-boo,” he said, then went to the fridge and stared at its contents.

Bewildered, you lowered the training manual.

“What did you..? Oh, is that what the outfit’s for? I was gonna say. Is goin’ around making fun of Rimmer all you could think of to keep yourself entertained today?”

You tried not to let your distaste for the idea slip into your tone, but you were fairly certain Lister knew just how much you disliked it when they picked on Rimmer. It didn’t stop him though. And in his defence, Rimmer usually deserved it.

“Don’t you like it?” Lister asked, his head still buried in the fridge. “I thought it looked rather smart.”

“On Rimmer, maybe. You look like a Christmas cracker.”

Actual, real food was rare on Red Dwarf. Most came from the replicators. You’d have more luck finding a four leaf clover in the bottom of the laundry basket than any fresh fruit and vegetables. But you were deep, deep in outer space, so you’d begrudgingly come to terms with that.

Usually, Kryten liked to cook Lister’s meals, so you were surprised when he began pulling food packages from the shelves and piling them up in his arms.

You opened your mouth, decided against it, and closed it again. Instead, you turned your attention back to the manual and flicked to the next page.

“Have you seen him about, actually? Rimmer, I mean. He said something about fixing that chest of his.”

Lister looked back at you over his shoulder, surprised.

“My- His camphor wood chest?”

“Yeah, the one you ruined.” You shot Lister a dark look. “I still can’t believe you did that, Dave. He should never forgive you.”

“You think so?”

That had been a very long week.

After Holly insisted you all leave Red Dwarf while she navigated the old freighter through no less than five black holes, you piled into the shuttles and headed for safety. Lister and Rimmer had taken Starbug, while you were shepherded into a Blue Midget with Kryten and The Cat.

It all happened so fast, but you were certain you heard Rimmer calling your name as you ducked into the shuttle. The door bolted shut behind you before you could catch anything of substance. It was agony.

As the Blue Midget drifted through endless inky space, you wondered what on Io he could’ve been saying. Was he trying to talk to you? Just in case it was the last time you spoke? Had he been trying to insist that you should fly with him and Lister? Or were you just kidding yourself? Yes, that was much more likely. Rimmer was probably just making sure you’d remembered to switch all the lights off before you left.

Then, disaster. Starbug was hit by an errant asteroid, leaving Lister and Rimmer marooned together, lost on an icy planet far out of reach of Red Dwarf. You, Cat and Kryten had spent every waking second searching for them. You were so worried, you barely slept.

When you finally found them, cold and hungry, but alive, (at least, in Lister’s case), you were so happy you forgot yourself and actually tried to hug Rimmer.

It was an embarrassing move, for several reasons.

For one thing, he definitely wasn’t expecting it. Rimmer actually raised his hands in front of his face like he thought were going to hit him.

Worse than that, you promptly fell right through him. Brimming with relief and joy and excitement, you forgot you couldn’t touch him. You fell to the floor, bruising the heels of your palms and both knees. It was so mortifying, you thought you could cry.

Worst still, you knocked right into Rimmer’s light bee, shoving it out of synch and sending him clattering to the metal floor. Kryten had to scoop him up, polish him off, and check everything was in working condition once you were back aboard Red Dwarf before he could switch Rimmer on again.

You hadn’t spoken to him about the incident, apart from to apologise approximately one thousand times. You could barely look him in the eye, even though Rimmer insisted it was alright and it wasn’t the first time it had happened.

Anyway, it wasn’t a patch on what Lister had done to his camphor wood chest. It had been a very bad day for poor Rimmer.

“His father gave him that! It’s the only thing he ever got from the bastard aside from years of therapy fodder.”

Lister looked shocked.

“I didn’t… I didn’t realise you cared.”

“Oh, shut up. You know what I mean. Anyone with a shred of empathy would care about you sawing a hole in the only thing he has left of home. This has nothing to do with…”

You pressed your lips together, suddenly feeling sheepish.

Lister shook his head.

“With what?”

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. It wasn’t something you ever liked to talk about, even though Lister already knew everything there was to know. You’d admitted it all to him one night, when the drinks had flowed and you were feeling particularly miserable about it all.

Though you never spoke about it, your growing affections for your crewmate filled your mind like floodwater. Some days, it was all you could think about for hours. Arnold, Arnold, Arnold, round and round like a song you couldn’t get out of your head. It was ridiculous. A man as whiny and cowardly and arrogant as Arnold Rimmer should not occupy your thoughts that much. But he did.

You looked away, cheeks burning.

“You know. The dreams. And the…”

“The what?”

“Don’t make me say it.”

“Go on.”

He spoke so emphatically, his voice low and serious. It wasn’t a tone you ever expected to hear from someone as irreverent as Dave Lister.

And there was something about his eyes. They seemed different. The way they switched across your face, steady yet so imploring. Lister didn’t need to look at people like that. This was the look of someone who cared desperately about what others thought of him. It was a look you’d seen a hundred times before but not on Lister’s face.

You frowned. It was a nonsensical thought. You were seeing things that weren’t there. It’s just that Lister was acting so strangely. His voice was off. His posture was better. He wasn’t himself. But you couldn’t put your finger on what was so different about him.

“Lister…”

“It’s alright, go on,” he said, and you believed him.

“The…” You gestured ineffectually. “The feelings I’ve been having.”

Lister’s brow furrowed.

“Feelings?”

The word seemed foreign on his tongue. He chewed it like it was made of rubber, moving it from cheek to cheek before spitting it back out.

“Yes!” You could barely look him in the eyes now, but he wasn’t letting you wriggle off the hook. “For Rimmer.”

The words hung in the air between you, like musical notes sitting on a stave.

Lister froze, his eyes wide and unblinking. It was the quietest a room had ever been with him in it.

“You have feelings for..?” he said at last.

Prickling with embarrassment and anger, you gritted your teeth. You thought you could trust him to be an adult. More fool you.

“It’s pointless talking to you sometimes. You don’t always have to be such an arse, Dave.”

You slammed the manual shut and pushed your seat back.

“And get changed, you look ridiculous.”

You stormed out of the kitchen, your hands balled into fists and your eyes on the floor. You didn’t speak to Lister again for the rest of the day.

You actively tried to avoid Rimmer too, just in case Lister had felt particularly loose-lipped. It was also still pretty difficult to look him in the eye after you stupidly walked through him and almost damaged the only thing that allowed him to leave Red Dwarf, no matter how much he insisted it was all fine.

It seemed you were avoiding half the ship’s inhabitants, but you couldn’t stay holed up in your quarters, the library, or the cinema forever. Finally you became too hungry to avoid human contact any longer, but you kept your head down as you found your way through the winding corridors.

Of course, this meant you almost ran straight into Rimmer. Again. Luckily, this time he called out to you before you could collide.

It was such a lovely sound, his voice wrapped around your real name, not a nickname or an insult. You realised you were smiling before you even met Rimmer’s eyes. Which were hazel, you’d only recently noticed. Hazel and warm and, you’d also noticed, usually fixed on you.

“Oh! Hi!”

You held up both hands, taking a step back so that there was some distance between you. You didn’t want him to think you’d forgotten about the incident; giving him space seemed like the best way forward.

It was only then that you noticed what Rimmer was wearing. Black trousers and a big, boxy leather jacket, pockmarked with patches and badges and buckles.

“Wow you look…”

Did he look good? You weren’t sure. You liked the way he dressed, always so smart and keen. The sudden change in style was pretty jarring. But there was something about seeing stuffy old Rimmer trussed up like a biker from the backstreets of… Oh.

“Have you and Lister swapped clothes?” you realised.

What on Callisto was going on? Had these boys finally run out of ways to keep themselves entertained? They lived on a ship the size of a small city, with endless rooms to explore and entertainment you could only have dreamed of aboard the Atalanta IV, and still they had to poke at each other.

Rimmer seemed just as surprised to see you as you were him. He could barely get a word out.

“I’m- Erm…”

Too nervous to wait any longer, you blurted out,

“Actually, I’ve been meaning to talk to you. Do you remember that moon Kryten told us about? With the diamond waterfalls? And we said it might be interesting to have a look around? Well, this morning he said we could stop for a while and check it out since we’re passing. I wondered if you wanted to go?”

Rimmer blinked at you.

“Me?”

You smiled.

“Who else?”

“Won’t the others want to come?”

Something clicked in your head. It made you frown. There was something off with his voice but you couldn’t put your finger on what. He just sounded different. Perhaps it was just the outfit throwing you off.

“Well, maybe. I doubt it. But I thought…”

You realised you were wringing your hands and tucked them behind your back, just as you’d seen Rimmer do a thousand times. He was rubbing off on you. And now there was a thought…

“I thought you and I could go together,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady so as not to give away how nervous you were. “Just to have a look round, see what we can find. Just you and me. Maybe we could take a drink with us or something. Make a night of it.”

When Rimmer didn’t say anything, your heart leapt into panic mode.

“If you don’t want to, it’s fine!” You laughed falsely. “It’s no problem. I just thought I’d ask. I mean, you’re clearly busy.”

You looked him up and down, hoping that might make him smile, or at least lead him into explaining what exactly was going on, but Rimmer looked like he just wanted to bolt.

He held up his hands, asking you to stay put. He was already beginning to walk past you as he said,

“Give me just… Just one second.”

Then he took off down the corridor, leaving you stunned, bemused, and completely mortified.

Lister burst into his quarters to find himself sitting at the table, digging into a huge pile of mashed potatoes and gravy.

“We have to switch back,” he told himself. “Now.”

Rimmer pouted.

“What? No! I’ve just got started,” he moaned through a mouthful of food.

Lister cursed his new hologrammatic body. If he could, he’d pull Rimmer to his feet and shove him in the direction of the labs. He had to settle for leaning over the table and waving his hands in front of his own face.

“Lefty just practically asked you out on a date,” he said urgently. “You’re a bastard but I’m not letting you miss out on that.”

Rimmer wrinkled his nose.

“What? Come off it.”

“I’m serious!”

“You’re pulling my leg, Lister.”

“I’m not!”

The door swished open.

“Arnie, have you decided yet? Only Kryten says-”

You stopped mid-stride when you saw them.

Lister straightened up, trying not to look like he’d been caught red-handed and failing miserably.

“Oh. Sorry,” you said, your voice faint as you looked between them.

There was a beat.

“What’s going on?”

Rimmer jumped up from the table and stood next to Lister, still chewing noisily.

“It was his idea,” he said in his own voice, jabbing a damning finger in his bunkmate’s direction.

It took a moment, then realisation settled over your face like a veil.

“Oh, my God.”

It took a while for you to get over the embarrassment. For what it was worth, after they swapped back, Lister spent a long time apologising for not warning you, and Rimmer tried to reassure you that it would never happen again anyway because Lister would never allow that.

Still, your chest lurched whenever you saw Rimmer over the next few days. You couldn’t for the life of you figure out what you’d told to who. According to Lister, they’d only swapped bodies for a few days, but who knew how many times you’d spoken to the wrong man in that short period.

The end of the next week brought a lot of change. A derelict ship was found orbiting a cold, dark planet. You almost missed it, it was so tiny on the scanner. Luckily, Cat picked up its scent before you could float by.

The Dwarfers actually managed to pull in a pretty good haul. Supplies were running low in most sectors, but aboard the abandoned ship you found food, equipment, and enough energy supplies to power the old freighter for another few months.

It called for a huge celebration, which is how you found yourself glammed up to the nines in a dress you borrowed (grave-robbed) from an ex-crew member, tipsy, and staring at Rimmer again.

He was just so handsome. It was easier to admit it when you were drunk. His funny curly hair was so fluffy when it wasn’t gelled down to a quarter of its natural size. His nose was strong, his jaw soft but defined, and his voice had such a lovely quality to it when he wasn’t being an arse. Io knows why, but you just thought he was great.

Cat and Lister were doing something close to dancing in the middle of the Parrots light-up floor. The Cat (very drunk) looked elegant as ever as he traipsed about the place, while Lister (extremely drunk) was spinning around him with two empty glasses raised above his head. Meanwhile, Kryten was having a whale of a time tidying up after them.

Rimmer sighed and turned away from your crewmates. He muttered something but the words were swept away by the loud music blasting from the stereo.

Too self-conscious to ask him to repeat himself, you panicked and said the first thing that popped into your head.

“I’m sorry for knocking out your light bee.”

He looked up at you. There was a trace of a sneer between his nose and his lips. It told you that despite everything he’d said, he hadn’t exactly forgiven you.

You got caught there, staring at his mouth as he replied,

“You don’t have to keep apologising.”

“I just feel terrible.”

“It’s fine.”

You knew you should leave it. Rimmer had given you the all-clear on multiple occasions now. You should just nod, keep your mouth shut, and try not to stare at him anymore. You failed on all three counts.

“I just don’t think you understand…” you wailed. “I was- I was so happy to see you, Arn, and I- I had this awful feeling you might’ve been hurt or worse…”

Rimmer shot you a dark look. He was already dead, what more could happen to him?

“You know what I mean,” you sighed, waving an airy hand. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it and then there you were and- And you were okay and it had been ages since I’d seen you and- I was just so relieved you were alright.”

A thumping bass line and wild guitar filled the contemplative silence that fell between you. When Rimmer did finally speak, it was so quiet you had to lean in closer to hear him.

“So you weren’t..?”

“What?”

He looked away.

“Doing it to make fun of me.”

Heart sinking, you almost reached across and laid your hand over his. But that would only make things worse. You settled for resting your hand beside where his sat on the table, mere nanometers from each other.

“Never,” you said firmly. “Never, Arnold. I promise, I wouldn’t do that.”

At last, he began to smile.

“I know. I know you wouldn’t.”

He didn’t pull his hand back. He didn’t lean away. You were just two people sitting in a bar, pressed together by the thumping music. If you closed your eyes, you could almost imagine yourself back home, talking to a handsome man in a dark club, your heart thudding with excitement.

But you weren’t home. You weren’t in a cool club on the shiny new high street. You were adrift on a spacecraft, far, far away from any glimpse of civilization. But there was a handsome man smiling at you, and his hand was so much bigger than yours, and you might’ve told him that you liked him and you might not have, but either way, he hadn’t turned you down.

“You know,” you said, before your brain could catch up with your mouth. “Sometimes I am a bit glad I can’t touch you. I’d never get anything done.”

Rimmer frowned. It creased his forehead, his hazel eyes steady.

“What do you mean?”

You swallowed.

“I might be a bit drunk.”

“How many of those have you had?”

“Who’s to say? Lister just keeps handing them to me.”

“What do you mean you’d never get anything done?”

“I just think…” You gave him a lopsided smile. “I think if I could touch you, I’d never be able to stop.”

You were definitely drunk. That’s why this all felt like a good idea. Through the fog filling your head, a sober thought managed to muscle its way through. You’d regret saying that tomorrow.

But right now, Rimmer was looking at you, really looking at you, and you could see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat.

He shyly looked away, seemingly at a loss for words. You made him nervous. How marvellous.

You were just beginning to wonder if dragging your tongue over that little scar on his jaw would make him moan when Rimmer leaned over the table, all his carefully rehearsed control back in place.

“I can think of a way you could make it up to me.”

“What?” You felt your cheeks burn, then you realised what he was talking about. “Oh, for your..? But I thought you said-”

“I did. But then I thought of something.”

He smiled. It was the smile of a devious bastard, and suddenly you remembered exactly why you hadn’t told Rimmer about the dreams, the feelings, the desire to pin him up against the wall of your quarters and make him whine your name. He could be such a smeghead sometimes.

“No,” you said firmly.

“Come on.”

“No!”

“Please!”

“Arn, no!”

You suddenly felt stone cold sober.

Rimmer shuffled his chair even closer to yours, his hands raised like he was begging.

“It’ll just be for the day. Two at most!”

“Arnold!” You had to laugh, it was such a ridiculous request. “I said no!”

“But why!”

“Because! I don’t want you walking around in my body, it’s weird!”

“It’s not weird! It’s science! And I won’t do anything creepy, I promise. I won’t even take off your jacket.”

“Rimmer!”

“Please!” He sighed. “Lister and Cat won’t let me have theirs anymore. I just want one last chance.”

You hesitated. It still felt mad to say yes. You’d seen how overwhelmed he became inhabiting a living body again. You couldn’t risk that happening again.

Would you even be comfortable swapping with Rimmer? What would being a hologram feel like? What if he refused to switch back? What if he saw you from your own perspective and didn’t like what he found? There were too many variables. Too many risks.

“Please,” Rimmer said quietly, and it was perhaps the most serious and honest you’d ever seen him. “I promise I’ll look after you. I won’t go mad.”

Something about those words, his voice, made your chest lurch. He’d look after you. It had been a long time since anyone had said anything like that to you.

You sucked in a deep breath, then downed the last of your replicated drink.

“You promise?”

“Cross my cold, dead heart.”

You turned your hands over, staring first at your knuckles, then the lines across your palms. They weren’t something you ever really took notice of - it’s not like you had them memorised - but suddenly seeing a different pattern, foreign moles and freckles, scars from someone else’s childhood, it was a bizarre sensation.

“This,” you said in your own voice with someone else’s tongue. “Is bonkers.”

“You’re telling me.”

You looked behind you to find, well, you. Rimmer was running your hands down the front of your body, down your stomach to your hips, your brow creased and your eyes wide with fascination.

You almost told him to watch where he was putting those hands, but it was strange, being in a body with all new parts and a completely different shape. You understood his curiosity. A small part of was actually enjoying watching Rimmer touch you, but you’d much rather he do it when you were inhabiting your body.

You felt odd. Fuzzy. Like your brain was full of television static and someone needed to whack the box. Was this how Rimmer always felt? There but not there? Real but not real? Alive but not really?

You shook the thought away. Instead, you pointed a finger at yourself.

“Don’t look at me naked. I’ll know.”

Rimmer innocently raised your hands.

“I promise! I promise!”

“You have six hours, Arn. Not a second more.”

You’d barely finished your sentence before he’d rushed off to Io knows where to do Io knows what.

Still feeling like a lost shadow, you carefully picked your way back to your quarters. Once you were safe inside, you stood in front of the mirror and tried to come to terms with the situation.

Arnold’s stern, unforgiving face stared back at you. It was an endlessly strange thing to wrap your head around.

Slowly, so as not to make yourself dizzy, you poked at his cheeks, pulled his ears, and prodded the tip of his nose, just trying to get used to the sensation of being a hologram.

He had to live like this. Except live wasn’t even the right word. Rimmer just existed. He didn’t need to breathe. He didn’t need to eat or sleep. You were pretty sure the only reason he went to bed every night was out of habit. He was a ghost, made up of light and spite. What must it be like to be long dead but still be here, amongst the living? No wonder he was such a crotchety bastard sometimes.

Done feeling sorry for yourself and maudlin for poor Rimmer, you ran your borrowed hands down the front of his broad chest, just as he’d done to you.

“Holly?” you called, barely fighting back a grin. “Could you strip me down to me smalls?”

You blinked and you were in a white vest and pants. So this is what Rimmer wore under all his clothes. It looked like a PE kit, for Callisto’s sake. Still, it didn’t half fit him well.

“Holly… Lock the door to my quarters please.”

“No worries,” the computer replied.

You heard the mechanism ‘shunk’ into place.

You took a deep breath, then, heart thudding, you slipped your thumb under the waistband of Rimmer’s boxers and pulled it away from his body. You looked down.

“Oh!” You smiled. “Well… Alright then.”

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hanafubukki · 2 years

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Trey Clover’s Flower Bouquet Meaning

Twst Bdays Flower Language Masterlist

So I'll start off by saying, I don’t know much about Trey Clover aside from what we know about him from the main story and events.

But I think we can all collectively agree that his bouquet surprised us, we definitely weren’t expecting all the green, that’s for sure. (I mentioned how it reminded me of a salad or rabbit food basically to a few friends lolol)

But when you think about it, it kind of fits him, doesn’t it?

When you think about clovers (as from his last name), you can’t help but think of the four leaf clover 🍀🍀🍀🍀, which is said to bring luck. Those clovers tend to be green, hence the green bouquet. Which I think is kind of cute if they went that route. (or maybe he got tired of making sweets and are telling his friends to eat vegetables through subliminal messages 😂🤔)

My friend Lala 💕🌻🌺 brought up a great point, green flowers tend to be rare and on further research, they also tend to be mutations on some variations of flowers. This also fits Trey because he tends to act normal and tries to stay out of the spotlight, but he is unique himself when it comes to his actions and magic ability. We have also seen how he acts when he does step in into the story as well.

By now, we have learned that the sun and moon changes sides on each of the cards and it turns out to have a purpose. When the sun is on the left then the groovy tends to be in the day time. When the sun is on the right, as we see in Ace and Trey cards, the groovy is at night. Safe to say, the twin’s birthday might have both, one in the day and one at night. (Good luck Octa fans)

I also find it cute how Trey is winking. It kinds of reminds me of how Cater is winking and it could be cute to think he’s adopting Cater’s habits.

[As usual, my disclaimer from before stands, flowers have many different meanings depending on region and color, so the meanings I have might differ from the meanings you know]

There were a couple flowers my friends and I were having trouble figuring out but this is what we figured out.

Trey’s bouquet has roses, so far we have we have our continuing theme of roses for Heartslabyul boys and I am here for it 🙌💚 and another cute aspect of his bouquet is the white clovers he has. Literally his name and how he hides amongst the flowers.

Green Roses: renewal, fertility, rejuvenation of spirit and energy.

Cotton Flower: wealth, well-being, cherish people around you.

Globe Amaranth: unchanging friendship, unfading, good fortune.

Gerbera Daisies: innocence, purity, loyal love

Green Hydrangeas: Harmonious family, rebirth, good health, and prosperity.

White Clover Flower/Seeds: Happiness, good luck, promise, remember me,

Dianthus Green Ball: love, affection, gratitude, and admiration.

Raspberries: Compassion, kindness, forgiveness, taking responsibility for one one’s actions, sympathy, desire to help others, releasing old wounds, and ‘turning the other cheek (wow, this one really fits him).

Green Aster: Love, wisdom, faith.

Green Chrysanthemum: Good fortune, rebirth, renew, and good health.

Zinnias: love that is growing or being renewed, good fortune, friendship, remembrance.

Flowers can be assigned to days: Since October 25 is on Tuesday (in Japan), These are the flowers:

Nasturtium: loyal, conquest

Geranium: good health, friendship, happiness, good wishes

Dahlia: commitment and kindness

Red Hot Poker: Knowledge of true self, more than physical strength.

Random Fact: Anniversaries could also be considered, since its the 3rd bdays for all the boys, their flower will be Sunflower: strength be well, happiness, male healing, confidence, self-esteem, assertiveness. Sounds just like them, doesn’t it?

Credit: Thank you to Lala (@/mobagehellocal) and Chris (@/jaberwockk) for talking flowers with me 🌺💚💕 Please, go talk flowers with them too. They are such nice people. 💚💜💕

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nuovisunset · 11 months

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Posting some Ocs lets goooo!

Some lore:

I am making concept art for a supposed 'game' (it will most likely not come to fruition). These are the characters you would be able to choose at the start of the game to aid you on your journey! I will post the main character and his lore after this.

Brutus is the whitehaired lad with red eyes, he is the oldest out of all the plant. His design is based off a rock rose since it symbolizes strength. If the player were to pick him to help guide them through the game as their ally, they would get strength bonuses. This would consist of the player to hand out more damage to enemies while fighting, when the player runs out of stamina, he will carry the character on his back until it has fully charged back up.

He'd have a rather dense personality; his characteristics make it so he doesn’t think much before heading into situations so more nonimportant enemies would spawn than usual since he starts fights without thinking.

Clover is the second oldest of the three siblings, his design had been heavily influenced by clovers, mainly a four leafed one as that symbolizes luck, which his character represents.

If Clover were to be chosen the character would have "better luck", due to his presence. The player will be able to get more loot from enemies they battle if victorious, along with being able to find more rare and useful items on their journey. The player will also take less damage due to the luck, but this only takes affect when the player is close enough to clover. Since he has a smug laid back demeanor, he tends to walk slower than your character, so if you are dashing or sprinting, he won't pursue quickly which means you may or may not receive his luck.

Venusa is the youngest out of the plant siblings, her design is heavily influenced by Venus fly traps as I identify them with intelligence since they are smart enough to capture and entrap flies and various insects for their meal.

If Venusa were to be chosen to accompany the player, your character would be pointed to the right direction every time you are lost. You would also be able to find loot more easily while being able to solve riddles and puzzles only visible with her as your accompanying character. This will give your character rare loot, treasure and weapons you wouldn’t be able to get in the other two routes. But since she is smart, and she believes she knows best, she will pull you backwards when you're about to attack every other 6 attacks on mini boss fights which may make your character miss the final blow, prolonging your battles.

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calehenituse-brainrot · 2 years

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Flowers and Luck

Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Reader

im supposed to be asleep but i couldn't rest until i write this down. it's very short!!!

Cale stared at you while you were watching the others enjoy their time out in the field of flowers with a big grin on your face.

Both of you were sitting on top of a blanket, leaning on the tree that was providing shade from the sun.

He stared at the way the wind was gently blowing on your hair, the crease at the corner of your eyes as you laugh while watching the kids play together, the curve of your nose, and the way your cheeks puffed up whenever the corner of your lips curled upwards into a grin.

He's lived a long life and with Record, he can recall everything he had seen.

And he was sure he had never seen someone as dazzling as you.

Cale lifted his hand, his thumb caressing your cheek. You turned to him, your cheeks flushed from laughing and the glimmer in your eyes seemed to become more apparent when your eyes turn to look at him.

"Hm?" You hummed, smiling at him and waiting patiently to hear what he has to say.

He has none.

Instead, he pushes forward and press his lips against yours, lips moving gently as he tasted the chocolate cookies you had snacked on awhile ago. He smiled, inhaling the smell of your perfume, a scent he was sure he could get drunk on.

You return his kiss, giggly and smiling and Cale find himself also smiling, letting out a quiet chuckle as he places his hand on your neck, pulling you closer, not wanting to let you go yet.

"Human!" Raon exclaimed, flying over to you and Cale with fluttering wings. "[Name]!"

You and Cale pulled away from each other to look at the Black Dragon and the two children from the Cat tribe, you smiling fondly while Cale was waiting to hear what the Dragon has to say.

"Did you all have fun?" You asked, watching Hong approach you. On stood a bit behind them all, waiting for Raon to tell you and Cale what just happened.

Raon showed you and Cale a small green plant with four leaves that seemed similar to how a child would draw a flower.

"Oh." Cale stared at the leaves with surprise. "I didn't know four-leaf clovers can be found here."

"Choi Han says they bring good luck!" Hong informed you excitedly.

"Human, I'm giving this to you!" Raon declared. Cale opens his palm, letting the Black Dragon to place the four-leaf clover there. "Thank you. I'll take care of it well."

"Let's go find more!" Raon said to Hong, the two of them running off to where they had came from.

You and Cale looked at On who was now nearing you both, giving you two a bundle of daisies she had picked all by herself. "This is for you."

You smiled, cooing, "Aww, thank you, On. Could you put one in my hair?"

Cale watched On took out a single daisy from the bundle she had given you, slipping it to your ear through your [h/c] strands and smiling in satisfaction when she sees how good it looked on you.

You did the same to On, the affectionate smile you had while doing so made Cale thought that he really did choose the right person.

"How do I look?" You asked him once On had left, showing off the daisy the little assassin had slipped into your hair.

Cale offered you a small smile as his body began to feel hot, recording the image of your bright smile. His hand went up to delicately touch the hair near the daisy, wanting to do nothing but feel how warm your skin would be against his.

"You look beautiful."

Your face flushed red but you did not hide your face from him, something he was very glad of.

"What's with the lucky leaf?" You asked him, eyes glancing for a moment to the hand that had been pinching the leaves of the four-leaf clover.

He held it by the stem and showed it to you. "They're believed to bring good luck because of how rare they are to come across."

You smiled, looking at the four-leaf clover with interest. "Do you feel that luck has come to you now that you have it?"

Cale stared at you for a moment while you were busy inspecting the plant in front of you.

"Perhaps," he answered, watching as you began to avert your eyes from the clover to look at him. He looked into your [e/c] eyes as he continued, "Am I lucky enough to receive another kiss?"

Your eyes widened momentarily before you laughed out loud, never expecting those words to leave his mouth — then again, he always has some sort of way to catch you off guard, in the best possible ways.

"You're using up all your luck for a kiss?" You questioned playfully, leaning closer to him while he tilts his head. Cale hummed, his lips nearly brushing against yours, "It's a good exchange."

"Dummy," you murmured with a smile before kissing him again, feeling the quirk of the corner of his lips as you both share a sweet kiss under the shade.

#cale henituse x reader #trash of the count's family #totcf #cale henituse #lout of the count’s family #tcf cale #x reader #lout of count's family #lcf cale

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mochegato · 3 years

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Hope on Board

Chapter 29 – Truth Will Out

Chapter 1 Chapter 28

Marinette slowly, carefully closed the bedroom door. She waited next to the door with her hand on the knob for a few seconds just to make sure Rob really had fallen asleep and wouldn’t start crying again. Hearing no noise for a full minute, she let out the breath she had been holding in case the sound from her breath woke him up.

She gently removed her hand from the knob and silently padded toward the library, which had quickly become their regrouping center, much to Jason’s annoyance. However it was right across the hall from the room their family was staying in while at the manor and it had almost immediately been annexed as a place where she and Dick could relax and talk to people while still being close enough to hear the twins when they woke up. For quick naps and showers while the twins were sleeping, they used Dick’s room, which was just a little further down the hall. But the library offered a place that was more open to the whole family.

“And thank you two for not meowing or trying to sneak past me,” she cooed at Kismet and Alfred as she walked. All of the animals in the house had taken a liking to the twins and more often than not, Marinette or Dick were woken up by one of them scratching at the door to get into the bedroom so they could curl up with one of the twins or lay down at the base of one of the cribs.

As long as they were quiet about it and didn’t wake up the twins, Marinette thought it was absolutely adorable. However, those rare times when their scratching or barks or meows woke up the twins, Marinette would send them a glare that had the dogs running with their tails between their legs and the cats… well, not really reacting at all until Marinette got the water bottle.

“He sleeping?” Dick asked looking up as she came in and chuckling at the line of animals trailing behind her.

“Welcome home. And yes. We have a little bit of time before they wake up again,” she smiled at him, slumping onto the couch next to him.

He hugged her into his unbandaged side, chuckling into her hair. “You want to take a nap?”

Marinette made a vaguely groan sounding noise and pushed away from him just enough to angle her head up to look at him with a sleepy smile. “I’ll do that during their next nap. I think I should eat during this one.”

“Do you want me to talk to Alfred?” he offered, half getting up as he spoke.

“I can make something for her,” Adrien offered, waving him down. “Or let Alfred know so he can. You can rest if you want.”

“Thanks, Adrien,” Dick gave him a grateful smile. “Actually, I think I’m going to shower. Get the Academy off of me.”

Marinette pulled her shirt away from her body and eyed it suspiciously. “Yeah, I’m not sure when the last time I took one was. Maybe I should do that during the next nap time instead.”

Dick chuckled and pulled her closer. “You know, you could always take a shower with me…” he whispered into her hair.

Marinette blushed deeply and pushed his face away. “Yeah, not there yet. Food, sleep, nap, shower. Those are my priorities right now. And I’m extremely negotiable on the shower part.”

“Two of those were the same thing, Bug,” Adrien shook his head.

She narrowed her eyes and pointed at him as if challenging him. “All four can be the same thing if I try hard enough.”

Dick rolled his eyes but laughed in spite of himself. “You’ve been hanging out with Stephanie too much.”

Marinette scoffed. “If anything that’s Alya’s influence…” her eyes suddenly widened. “Oh God. They can never meet.”

Adrien scoffed this time. “Alya got that from you, not the other way around. You and Steph are the danger duo. Although you, Steph, Cass, and Alya… I’d be afraid for Gotham.”

Dick shuddered at the thought. The sheer chaos of it. “Just make sure I’m not on duty that night, please.”

Marinette giggled and rested her head on his shoulder. “How was the first day, Cadet Grayson?”

“Eh,” he shrugged. “Boring. Introductory stuff. Not that I’m expecting it to get better. I’ve known more about police procedure than most officers since I was eight. I can already pick out some of the cadets who joined as a power play. I also recognized a few people I bus…” he looked over to Adrien with a grimace, “…who I know I’ve seen on the news after the bats busted them. Which means either the person in charge of vetting entrants didn’t do their job, ignored the records, or someone on the force expunged their records. I already let Gordon know,” he gave out a tired sigh.

“You sound like you need a nap,” Marinette poked him in the cheek.

He hummed noncommittally as he caught her hand and brought it up to his lips for a kiss, causing Marinette to blush again and bury her head in his shoulder. If he kept doing little things like that, she didn’t know how much longer her resolve was going to last. But it had to last. They had to wait until they figured out their issues. They couldn’t rush it.

“Shower first, then we’ll see what the twins allow for,” he smiled at her.

“How long will Clover and Hood sleep?” Adrien asked too innocently for his comment to not be intended to get a reaction.

“I hate you,” Marinette grumbled into Dick’s shoulder, but made sure it was loud enough for Adrien to hear. Adrien laughed hard at her reaction but immediately tamed it down after the glare Marinette shot him. If he woke up the twins, she really would hate him.

“Clover and Hood?” Dick asked unsure, looking back and forth between Adrien and Marinette.

“Lucy, Lucky, Four Leaf Clover, Clover. Robert, Rob, Robin, Robin Hood, Hood.” Marinette elaborated into his chest.

Dick stared at her for a few seconds, letting the logic train sink in. He glanced over to Adrien in time to catch his smug grin. He leaned down to whisper in Marinette’s ear. “We can’t let him call him after Jason.”

Marinette gave him a flat look. “You explain it without telling him who you are,” she whispered back, working hard to keep the smirk off her face. She knew Adrien knew who Dick was, but Dick didn’t know and was still trying hard to keep it a secret. Adrien knew that too, which is why he was having so much fun pushing his buttons.

“You can’t call my son ‘Hood’. You can’t go around yelling ‘Hood’ at a kid. People are going to think he’s a thief or that you saw Red Hood,” Dick finally reasoned. Marinette pouted at how he handled it. It was entirely too quick and well thought out. She was hoping for something more dramatic.

Adrien pouted at him. “Fine. That makes sense. I’ll come up with something else.”

“Good. That was subpar effort, K…” she suddenly woke up slightly and blinked a few times. “Uh… sorry. That was a terrible effort, Adrien.” Adrien gasped dramatically, pulling his hand to his chest in mock offense.

Dick laughed. “Okay, I’m getting up. You’re going to have to find another warm pillow.” Marinette mumbled something that might have been an objection, but made no move to stop him. He scooted out from under her, kissing her on the head as he left.

Adrien was trying to get Marinette to tell him what she wanted to eat and keep her awake as he was leaving. Dick shook his head and wished him good luck with that. When Marinette crashed, it was hard, a bit like Tim after a bender on a case. A tuba couldn’t wake her up. And yet, the slightest whimper from one of the twins would. He shook his head. Must be a hormonal thing.

He let out a deep sigh as he made his way to his bedroom to take a shower. He wished they were going to take a shower together, or a nap together… or something more, but they weren’t there yet, and he knew that. They were still figuring out some lingering trust issues. Marinette trusted him, but not when it came to not lying about something he thought was important, which was fair, because that was something he needed to settle with himself.

He was so used to deceiving people to cover his vigilante work and to do what needed to be done, he was having a hard time remembering he didn’t have to do that with Marinette. It had been ingrained in him that he was the leader and therefore took the brunt of the decision and all the worst of the consequences, so he forgot he was supposed to be sharing responsibility and decisions with Marinette for the rest of his life. The things he was doing were the way Batman would do them and he wasn’t Batman. He didn’t want to be Batman. That wasn’t his dream. His dream was having a loving family, preferably the one he had already started. He wanted to be Lucy and Robert’s father. He wanted to be Marinette’s husband, someday. He had to change how he thought to make his dreams come true. He had to retrain his brain and it was taking time.

He turned on the shower and started to undress before remembering he left his shower things in the bathroom off the family bedroom. He groaned, dreading the idea of going back into that room while the twins were sleeping. Lucy was like her mom, she could sleep through most things, except the animals making noise. Robert however inherited his father’s tendency to wake up at the slightest sound.

He anxiously looked around for something else to use, but there wasn’t anything in his bedroom or bathroom. He groaned again, turned off the shower, and padded back to the family bedroom. He paused outside the room to prepare himself and plan how he could be as quiet as humanly, or possibly even more than humanly, possible. His whole body went rigid when he heard talking in the room. Nobody was supposed to be in the room. Marinette had left it with just the twins. She would never have left so calmly if anyone else were in it, even a family member.

“Come on, Sugar Cube. This is offensive. Look at this long nosed monstrosity. It should be a cat. I should accidentally destroy…”

Dick stopped listening at the word ‘destroy’. He tensed for a fight and burst into the room with a yell. The two figures hovering over the cribs squeaked in surprise and the elephant stuffie Marinette had made, which seconds before had been in the black one’s hands… paws? In the black one’s grip suddenly evaporated in a stream of dust and ash. Dick froze in surprise unable to make sense of the image in front of him.

Marinette and Adrien rammed into Dick in their rush to check out what was happening. The push broke Dick of his paralysis. He moved between the floating figures and the twins. “Who are you? What do you want?” He quickly picked up Robert when he started fussing at the sudden noise.

“Plagg… Why is there a pile of ash on the floor?” Marinette glared at him.

“Pla… you know what these creatures are?” Dick whipped around to stare at her.

“Yes,” Marinette admitted with an annoyed glare at Plagg. “Let’s get Robert back to sleep and talk in your room.”

Dick looked at her incredulously. The red figure obediently flew through the wall into the next room, but the black one stared at him as if challenging him. Adrien silently moved over to it and grabbed it by the tail to fling it out the door with a huff. Dick slowly turned to Marinette, staring at her questioningly. She gave him a strained smile and gently took Robert out of his arms. She laid him in the crib, gently rocking him in his swaddle in the crib and turned on the mobile above his bed. It took a few more minutes, but Robert was soon sleeping again. She motioned out of the room with a comforting smile.

Dick glared at her, but followed her to his room as requested. She carefully closed the door behind them. As soon as she got to his room she glared at the black figure. “Plagg, what the hell just happened?”

“Hey! It’s not my fault! Pompous circus boy was supposed to be in the shower in his room. Instead he’s sneaking around like a fox and scared me.” He flew toward Dick but Adrien grabbed his tail again to stop him. “Talk to the annoyance, not me,” he grumbled crossing his arms over his chest.

“I am talking to the annoyance,” Marinette gritted out.

“That hurts, Bug,” he responded in a mock hurt voice.

“Not as much as it’s going to. No camembert for a month,” she growled.

“A month!” His eyes suddenly were as large as the rest of him.

“Are you kidding me right now?” she exclaimed loudly. “You’re objecting to a month? You’re lucky it isn’t six!”

“Bug, have mercy on a poor, innocent, protective cat,” he bent his knees and brought together his hands as though he were praying in front of her.

“It was my nursery! And my pompous circus boy you just exposed yourself to,” she threw her hands up in the air in frustration.

“Hey! I have no idea what’s going on here, but I’m fairly confident I’m justified in objecting to that,” Dick interjected.

Marinette looked over to him as if just remembering he was in the room. She groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose. “It would have been so much better if this happened after a nap. I…” she collapsed on the edge of the bed. “I don’t know where to start.”

“You knew those things were here.” It was a statement not a question.

“Yes,” she confirmed with a short nod.

“And you didn’t think it was worth mentioning?” he questioned, skepticism lacing his voice. This wasn’t some small thing, some small secret. These were magic, probably, creatures roaming around his kids and his home. Creatures Marinette knew about and never discussed with him. Creatures Marinette exposed his children to and never discussed with him.

“You didn’t think your nightly activities were worth mentioning when you were missing half the pregnancy?” Marinette raised her eyebrow with a pointed look.

Dick grimaced slightly. “Okay, point taken. But I remember getting yelled at for keeping it from you. I remember you breaking up with me for keeping it from you and you were keeping something just as big from me.”

“No, you got yelled at for lying. We broke up because I couldn’t trust you after all the lies. I was asking you questions and you were lying in response. We were still finding out about each other, figuring each other out, deciding how much to trust one another. I told you before, you were and are allowed to have secrets and that I had some too. This is one of them.”

“Okay fine. I don’t know that I agree with that logic, but okay. Let’s shelve that to come back and bite us later. But can someone explain…” he motioned toward the floating figures.

“Well you see…” Adrien started, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I think he means me,” Marinette interrupted. The exhaustion seeping out of her voice and listless posture.

Adrien looked between the two of them. “Oh, right. Why don’t I…” he looked around uncertainly. “Why don’t I leave you to it then?” He turned to look at Marinette sincerely. “Unless you want me to stay around, just in case.” He eyed Dick suspiciously.

“I’ll be okay, Kitty,” she assured him. “We were going to have this conversation soon anyway. This just pushed it forward by a few weeks.”

“I’ll stay, just in case,” Plagg insisted, floating up in front of Dick’s face with a malicious grin.

“No, you won’t. Not if you’re going to threaten my babies’ father,” Marinette chastised sternly.

“Fine! No threatening him. I’ll just stay… and keep Tikki company,” Plagg offered petulantly.

“No. I don’t want either of you here,” Dick objected. Plagg looked affronted but Tikki gave him a look of understanding and started tugging him toward Adrien. “I don’t want creatures with unknown powers, actively destroying things, to be around my children.”

“Why don’t I take them both tonight? You guys should be pretty safe here in the manor. If you need us, we’re just a phone call away,” Adrien assured her. He opened his pocket for the kwami. Tikki zipped over to him but Plagg held his position, attempting to stare down Dick. He was fuming from the suggestion that he would ever hurt the twins. He’d been with the twins more than Dick had and yet Dick was kicking him out! The unmitigated gall!

“Thank you, Adrien,” Marinette answered quietly. “Plagg,” she spoke up. He kept facing Dick but his ears twitched indicating he had heard her. “Plagg, thank you for everything you’ve done. Let me speak to Dick alone please.”

Plagg huffed at her. “I don’t wanna.”

“I know,” Marinette moved over to him and scratched between his ears. “But, Adrien’s right. We’ll be safe tonight. You’ve been on babysitting duty for seven months straight. You can take a break for one night.”

Plagg huffed at her again, still refusing to move. Tikki flew out of Adrien’s pocket to tug on him. “Come on, Stinky Sock. Let them have some time alone.”

Plagg finally acquiesced, but sent a final glare to Dick. “Fine. But if he hurts her…”

Tikki pushed him again. “He won’t hurt her. Come on protective cat. You’re causing more damage than good.”

Adrien let out a relieved sigh and nodded to them. Just before leaving the room he turned and gave a pointed look to Marinette before shifting his eyes down to his ring with a nod. Marinette smiled at him with an understanding nod at his wordless permission to divulge his identity.

She slowly turned back to Dick. She shifted anxiously from foot to foot, her entire body tense. This was not the way she wanted to tell him, but then again Dick hadn’t gotten to dictate the terms of either of his reveals either. Neither of them got to prepare for the deep, meaningful conversations. But, even if timing might be against them, she had faith they could do this. They had always been able to communicate, excepting the lying portion, they had always been able to talk through their concerns and worries. She just had to breathe and be honest. They could do this.

Dick studied her carefully trying to read the situation from her body language. She was nervous, but not at all about the creatures. She was completely at ease with them despite the stuffie incident. And Marinette was one to catastrophize. She was more likely to anticipate the worst than just blithely accept it. Which meant she is thoroughly familiar with them and their powers. She was completely confident they did not pose a threat to their children. No, that wasn’t what she was nervous about. She was nervous about him and how he was going to react to the situation. He sighed and leaned against the desk. Their lives were a complicated mess. “Let’s start slow. What did you mean he’s been on babysitting duty for the last seven months?” Dick finally asked.

“Plagg has been with me constantly since the pharmacy incident,” Marinette answered quietly. “That incident scared Adrien and the kwami a lot. They wanted Plagg to be with me too in case something else happened. I wouldn’t transformed while pregnant, especially not with Plagg, but he could do other things, like let Adrien know where I was if I got kidnapped and lead him to me.”

Dick stared at the door Adrien had left through, the clues slowly starting to click into place. “Because Adrien is Chat Noir. That’s why Chat is so protective of you, because he’s Adrien.” Dick’s mind was racing through all the implications, missing the way Marinette winced in response to his wrong assumption. He looked over to her as something else clicked into place. “When Chat said he had you bugged, he meant that thing. That that thing…”

“A kwami named Plagg,” she supplied.

“That… Plagg was with you,” he finished. She nodded. “And that creature… Plagg, how dangerous is he?”

“Depends,” she bobbed her head to the side in a wishy-washy motion. “Kwami are the physical embodiment of concepts. Tikki is the embodiment of creation and good luck. Plagg is the embodiment of destruction and bad luck, but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I haven’t discussed it with Adrien, but I’m pretty sure the destruction of the Court of Owl base where they were holding me, was Plagg. I don’t think Adrien could have done it that completely. It had to have been Plagg. They are linked to physical objects that a person can wield, when transformed their power is a lot more controlled by the wielder. But Plagg has control too.”

“He accidentally destroyed a stuffie,” he gave her a pointed look.

She waved off his concern as she rolled her eyes. “That wasn’t accidental.”

“You can’t know that,” he said cautiously. She may be comfortable with having a creature like this around his children, but he definitely wasn’t.

“If it was accidental, there would have been a whole lot more damage and no ash trail. The destruction would have been complete. When he accidentally destroys things, entire cities disappear. Entire orders of animals become extinct. That was a controlled, focused use of his power. Likely because Robert was showing a bit too much attention to that stuffie rather than the black cat stuffie.”

“Okay…” He eyed her suspiciously, not entirely convinced.

“Also, I should warn you. Intentional use of his power to punish can result in destroying a cult’s stronghold or… sinking a city,” she gave him an overly wide, tense smile.

“Like Atlantis,” he nodded in realization.

“Like Atlantis,” she confirmed. “Apparently he still holds a grudge too. Your friend Garth, he’s Aqualad, right? He has to be. Plagg was acting up all night when I met your friends. Every time Garth came near me, Plagg was pitching a fit. I couldn’t figure out why and he wouldn’t tell me.”

“That’s what that noise was!” Dick gasped. He had thought something was going on. Some emergency at the office because her purse had been buzzing constantly. “I thought your phone just kept going off.”

“No, just Plagg being overprotective and not wanting him near me. I had to keep hitting my bag. I’m surprised your friends didn’t think I had muscle spasm problems,” her eyes widened in embarrassment remembering that part of the night.

“Okay… so that’s why you had Plagg, because Adrien asked you to keep him. Is it the same for the other one Teachi? Did her wielder ask you to keep her too?” He cocked his head to the side, a slight furrow marring his brow as he tried to force the pieces together.

“Tikki. No.” She looked away nervously and ran her hands up and down her arms to try to calm herself down. She knew there was no reason to be nervous. Dick wouldn’t reject her or be mad at her for having been a hero. But he was the first person outside of her team to know. The first new person who would find out and she could never take it back and that was terrifying. She had to be absolutely sure of him.

But she was. She was sure about him. She wasn’t sure if they would end up together. She wasn’t sure if they would get married and have more kids, but she was absolutely sure she could trust him, at least with this much. And she was absolutely sure she didn’t want to keep it from him any longer. “Tikki is with me because she’s my kwami.”

“Your…” he stared at her. His eyes suddenly widened in surprise. “You’re Ladybug!”

“I was. That’s why Adrien was so protective. We were partners. When I said we were always together during attacks, that’s why we were. When I said we died for each other… that’s why we did,” she finished quietly.

“You were a hero,” he breathed out, barely above a whisper.

“I was,” she confirmed again with a slight laugh. He had the most adorable gob smacked expression on his face like it was the last thing he would have ever thought, which, with the magic glamour, might be the truth.

“Oh my God!” He slapped his forehead and fell onto the bed next to her. “I was wearing a Ladybug shirt when we first met. You were wearing a Nightwing shirt!”

“Yeah,” she giggled. “You’re where I was a few weeks ago.”

“That’s why Adrien and that… Plagg kept calling you bug. I thought it was because you are so small.” Marinette scowled at him but he was so caught up in the revelations and puzzle pieces finally coming together. “But that didn’t make sense that Plagg would call you that until now.”

He turned to her, a glint of awe in his eyes. “I remember seeing video of you in action. I checked out Ladybug and Chat Noir after you mentioned them when we first started dating. You were amazing.”

“Thank you,” she bowed her head graciously.

“I mean you still are. I didn’t think I could think you were any more amazing than I already did, but you were so impressive in action. Your moves and your confidence, your compassion and your creativity.” He looked away to process the new information and come to grips with his newfound admiration. He thought through some of the fights he’d seen footage of, some of the moves he remembered. She had been absolutely amazing. Everything he admired about Marinette but amplified because of the extreme situations. He shook his head at the fights he remembered until one of them caught in his head. One incredulous, ridiculous, asinine move. “You jumped into a dinosaur’s mouth!”

“I… did,” she grimaced at the reminder. Not her best moment, but it worked.

“Oh God. No wonder you and Jason hit it off so well.” He shook his head at the thought of the two of them fighting together. Jumping into a situation relying on luck and determination to get them through. They would fit far too easily together in a fight. “Oh my God, the rest of the family is going to go insane when they find out. Wait,” he looked over to her with a questioning look, “were you planning on telling them?”

“I… hadn’t decided yet, but I don’t think so. I thought I might eventually tell them about being Multimouse or the dragon, but not about Ladybug.” Dick frowned slightly. If anyone could understand being a hero and weighing normal life with that life, it was them. They could understand her in a way few others could. “It isn’t that I don’t love them and trust them it’s just… you know our villain, Hawkmoth? He wanted our miraculous because combined, it gave him a wish. One wish that could rewrite reality. Could destroy a continent, or a planet, could bring perpetual wealth, or health, could make one immortal or bring someone back from the dead, but at a cosmic price. I just… I don’t know. If your brothers knew of that power. If your brothers lost someone and knew all they had to do to get them back was take the jewels and make a wish, but if they did there would be a price. Do you think they would restrain themselves? Or do you think they would find a way to sneak them away from me and Adrien to make the wish, whatever the consequences?”

Dick stared at her, a concerned frown on his face. She was right. He knew she was. If they lost Bruce again, he had no doubt Damian would do anything to bring him back. If Tim ever lost Kon… If any of them had a child that was lost… He massaged his forehead trying to ward off the migraine he knew wanted to start with all this new information bombarding his brain.

“That’s why I took so long to tell you. There’s so much damage that can be done. I’ve never… we’ve never… neither of us has ever told anyone else. The core members of our team know, but nobody else. There’s six people in the universe who know who we are… now seven.” She looked at him gravely.

He took a few deep breaths and eyed her apprehensively, letting the seriousness of the situation settle over him. Finally he nodded in agreement. “So we don’t tell the family. Is there more I should know?”

“If we’re going to stay together, yes. But I don’t know if I’m ready to go there yet. Things only Chat… Adrien knows.” She studied him carefully for a moment before one side of her mouth quirked up a bit. “I’ve had it drilled so thoroughly into my head that I can’t let anyone know, it feels strange to be able to be honest with someone else. I’m glad you know.”

“I’m glad I know too.” He moved closer to her and cupped her face, gently stroking her cheek. “I can’t wait until we both know all of each other’s secrets,” he whispered, slowly leaning toward her.

Marinette smiled. “You have more secrets to tell,” she whispered back with a teasing smile.

“So many.” He nodded, his eyes focused entirely on her lips as he leaned closer still. “I’ll make some up if I have to.” He smirked at her eye roll. He was close enough now that he could feel her breath fanning out across his face and she wasn’t backing away. She wasn’t pushing him for space and that fact alone was making his heart soar.

He was just about to close the gap when she quirked her head to the side and sighed. “That sounds like Lucy, which means Rob will be up too.” She gave him an apologetic smile and moved to go nurse them.

Dick let out an exaggerated sigh and fell back on the bed. He suddenly shot up as a thought occurred to him. “He knew I was Nightwing and Jason is Hood when he suggested the nickname for Rob.”

Marinette laughed at the offended look on his face. “Oh, definitely.”

“That bastard. I’ll show him. I’ll introduce him to Wally as a punishment. He’ll never be able to get another word in again. Hey, wait up.” He jumped up and rushed over to her, slinging his arm around her waist and planting a kiss on her temple. “I’ll change their diapers for you.”

Chapter 30

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dent-de-leon · 3 years

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Mollymauk, 4, 5, 11, 13, 14, 15, 21, 22 :D (feel free to trim down if this is too many)

asksjkdf I'm sorry in advance because I got a little carried away so this got a little long, but thanks for the ask! I love any and every excuse to talk about Mollymauk...

4.) Best places to kiss on their body

I think Molly is actually very partial to forehead kisses! I feel like he uses that to ground Caleb in part because it’s something that’s always been very comforting to him--for instance, when Yasha finally gets to embrace him again, she also kisses his forehead. I think I remember Molly doing this for the twins back at the carnival too, so I feel like it’s a habit he picked up from the circus? Just the kind of little thing you do for someone to show you love them.

Aside from that, I think he would really appreciate a kiss on the neck, where most of his blood hunter scars--and that haunting red Eye--are. A bit of loving tenderness to soothe the pain.

5.) Guilty pleasures

Oh I love this pick for Molly cause boY does he have a lot of these!! He builds a life off joy and hedonism, so he’s got this in spades. I forget where, but I’ve definitely seen someone theorize before that the reason base pleasures are so appealing to Molly is because he started out just feeling like an “Empty” body, so anything that’s very stimulating on a physical level is very grounding for him? I really like the idea of that. I think wanting to feel like he was really “alive” and “whole” is part of why he gravitated towards decadence and indulgence, anything that made his heart beat faster.

The episode where we get the famous “Long may I reign” scene definitely covers a lot of his favorite indulgences. But as much as he loves being spoiled, I think he also likes making sure the people he cares about are pampered like royalty too. Taliesin mentioned before that the reason Molly likes gold so much is because he’s got this very childish perception that money is Good because you can use it to get Nice Things that make other people Happy. Since Molly’s been alive for only two years, I feel like a lot of his guilty pleasures actually stem from this sort of sentiment. The fact that he’s still so young and everything in the world is very new and exciting and he just wants to be as happy as possible--and make his loved ones happy too. It’s a very endearingly innocent sort of view.

11.) Bad or petty habits

Hmmm I feel like the one thing that makes Molly the pettiest is when someone tries to tell him his tarot readings are bullshit lmao. Even if he mostly thinks so himself, he adamantly refuses to hear it from anyone else.

13.) What gets them flustered

I think whenever someone is being very genuine and having a real heart to heart with him. Molly is perfectly at ease talking bullshit or telling pretty lies. He’s also very comfortable being very sincere and compassionate when it comes to comforting others, like the little ways he’s always trying to cheer up Jester, the forehead kiss for Caleb, promising Fjord the Nein won’t let him die, bringing Yasha a four-leaf-clover with the wish that one day she’ll feel happier.

But whenever people are openly affectionate and trying to have an honest conversation with him? I think that makes him tense up and panic a bit. He’s not good with letting himself be vulnerable, dropping his showman’s performance. We actually see a lot of this when Molly is resurrected and starts going by Kingsley. He knows he has feelings for the Nein, but he’s definitely a little nervous and overwhelmed when he confronts that.

Several times, Caleb assures King he’s still welcome in the Nein, and that always makes Kingsley either defensive or very quiet, keeps catching him off-guard. “Well for starters, you are with friends.” “Perhaps this is your first time meeting us. It's our second time...Stick with us.” “We have a habit of taking in strays.” “This is the newest member of the band.” Being accepted just like that, loved by all the Nein so unconditionally, just like that? I think it leaves him a little shaken, because he doesn’t feel like he’s done anything to earn it. Like he doesn’t deserve to be this missed and wanted and loved.

14.) Ingrained habits/forces of habit

I think there are some nights where he keeps looking over his shoulder and feels like he’s being watched--when the Eyes of Nine start to itch and burn, when it feels like something’s crawling under his skin--and he looks at the mirror and swears he sees a face that looks just the same but somehow isn’t his. And for a while after he first wakes--and again when he’s resurrected--I think there are still moments when he’s scared or panicked and he’ll just keep repeating Empty over and over.

I also really like how Taliesin used to just pick a random card from his tarot deck to decide what Molly should do. I can definitely see Mollymauk doing something similar--just pulling a random card from his deck on a whim, trusting it’ll lead him in the right direction.

15.) What it takes to make them cry

I feel like Molly rarely cries, mainly because he hates feeling sorry for himself or ruminating on any bad memories. He’s kinda funny that way; he refuses to let himself be unhappy, especially when he feels like he’s always living on borrowed time. The one thing I can see really making him break down is seeing his loved ones hurting--he literally spits at the face of his own death, but I think he’s really terrified of losing someone else.

If there’s one scene where I can really see Molly crying, it’s when Jester falls in that final battle. When Caleb makes this desperate plea that breaks through to Molly for a single heart-wrenching moment, “You’re killing her, you’re killing her! You love her. You’re killing her!” The absolute horror of that shakes Lucien’s control for just a moment, and Molly claws at his own face in retaliation. You can just tell how much his heart is breaking just then, how scared he is, how much he must hate himself. I could definitely imagine Molly shedding a few tears right then, if he had enough control of the body to do it.

Having to watch Lucien use his body to kill Jester and Caleb, the amount of pain Lucien caused Yasha and all the others, the nightmares of his death and black chains that forever haunt him after--I think those are the kinds of things that would bring Molly to tears in his lowest moments. And when he finally reads Beau’s book and finds out about how Yasha suffered a similar fate under Obann? Yeah, I think he’d get choked up over that too.

21.) Turning points in their life

Oh, there’s so many interesting twists and turns Molly’s life takes in just a few short years. Undoubtably, I think every life, death, and rebirth left the biggest impact. The fact that he woke all alone that first time--and then found himself surrounded by so many loved ones a lifetime later--I think that had a profound impact on his sense of self worth and his attachment to others.

That first life, Molly convinces himself that he must have been someone awful before, to have been left alone in an unmarked grave on the side of the road. With no one who missed or mourned him. He believes he somehow deserves that fate. And when he’s taken in by the circus? Taliesin mentions he never spends more than 24 hours alone. He’s...very lonely, I think. Someone who can’t bear to be isolated again. So when he wakes up again to a whole family of people who love him? Who welcome him wholeheartedly and insist they’ll love him unconditionally, no matter who he is? It’s beautiful, and it means the world to someone like Mollymauk/Kingsley. “I’m looking forward to the future. And I hope to deserve to have woken up surrounded by such people.”

Molly’s also mentioned that it was the Moonweaver who helped guide him when he first woke, who gave him comfort in having a new start in life. “Can you imagine what it would feel like to not feel anything about anything that had happened to you so far?...It’s very freeing. It’s the best thing--It’s the thing that happened to me. It’s not the best thing that happened to me, it’s the thing that happened to me. I found peace in building a new person. The Moonweaver--” However he came to worship the Moonweaver, I think it was definitely one of the most formative experiences in all his lives. I also like to headcanon the woman in a red coat Molly/King met in his dream was another visit from the Moonweaver, and she was either trying to return his memories or offer him another chance at a fresh start.

22.) People who’ve influenced them greatly

Oh, pre-campaign I think Molly modeled a lot of his behaviors and mannerisms after others in the circus, especially Gustav. He’s the one who named Mollymauk and presumably the one who spent the most time raising him and caring for him in that Empty period.

Molly has his own set of morals he feels very strongly about, and it’s entirely learned from the circus, “Things came back quick, and the circus helped. They were good people. They did a lot for me, and joy can fill an awful lot of a person’s life.” “I may be a liar, but I’m never a betrayer. I’m honest in my work and I believe in doing a good turn...I stayed with that circus for two years, and I know how people treat each other. It’s important.” When Molly is resurrected again, I think all of the Mighty Nein have very much the same effect on him.

#i just...love this little tief a whole lot

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Types of Fantasy Worlds and the Impact They Have on Plantlife

Whether or not you want to write an urban fantasy or an epic one, the universe you put your story in will change what your plant life is. I'm sure you're wondering how that could possibly be. So let me tell you.

If you're writing a story with magic, and you set it in this reality (masquerade worlds, fairytales), you going to need folklore to develop your flora system. If you're book is based on European magic, your elder trees should house witches and your four leaf clovers better bring luck. If you're writing a Greek myth come to life, people should be able to waste away into flowers and turn into trees in a panic. You've decided to go with wuxia? I expect lingzhi mushrooms to make people immortal and money to literally grow on trees. You can't skip out on learning about what plant did what in the old legends and you can't fiddle too much with what's commonly accepted. Don't expect to use plants with black flowers and blue leaves. If it doesn't exist in this world, it doesn't exist in the story.

If you're writing an alternate earth, you have a little room to play around, but there are certain expectations — it has to be familiar enough that Earth is still Earth, but not so familiar that it's clear your didn't consider the ramifications. If you have a story where there are dragons, there should be medical plants (a whole magical food chain, really) to balance it out. Do the dragons get their firebreathing from some rare magical plant they eat? Does their excrement make a special compost that gives plants magical powers? Why not? If their skin is magic, why isn't their poop? If you're writing a non-fantastical alternate history, you'll need to think about that, too. Many current food technologies and plant species were invented in post-war America. If Germany wins, you don't have Red Delicious apples because Americans aren't grocery shopping the same way. If America is actually a string of islands, you get plants much more used to salt water and sandy soil rather, so the plants you grow on your doorstep will be a different variety than what grows on this earth's front porch.

Constructed worlds can be wonderful to grow flora on. Trees may have different leaf shapes, colors, or barks. Maybe they bark. But constructed worlds have a hard reasonability; as unique as you want your world to be, you have to match that with the plant life. It's disappointing to read about this magical world with unique species and no humans only to find out that everyone still grows apple trees, daisies, and roses. The exact specs of your planet will change your plants — planets with thinner ozones will produce plants with blue tones, so they don't get as much UV radiation, and planets that are depleted in soil nutrients will end up with a significant population of carnivorous plants.

You'll also see people having an effect on what plants there are. If you have a species that live for a very long time, you'll probably have a bigger emphasis on perennial plants rather than annuals. If they're essentially immortal, you may have people who plant groves of trees like we humans plant pansies. Since they have more time and more investment, instead of "garden variety," you'll probably see unique hybrids and species bred for ages. If your species are known for their love of gold, are the plants they grow metallic yellow and need a butcher knife to get through the skin? Do the roots extend down miles to reach water beneath the glacier they grow on? Yeah, it's hard to not make everything gooseberry fools and daylilies, but if you spent months on the magic system and neglected the plant life, you didn't do your job world building.

Portal worlds are probably the easiest to work with. Because you can always claim that someone somewhen brought one plant through one way or the other, you can use folklore as much as you want, make your own as much as you want, and still feel comfortable and familiar when you mention the marigolds and bluebells in the meadows.

Make your worlds wisely, my friends, but don't forget the flowers.

#world building #flora #world types

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Moon Musings

I am on day #!^* of One Of -Those- Migraines (thanks, March), so while I’m sitting here trying not to be miserable, you’re getting some moon stuff. I have a pile of random thoughts that are trying to coalesce themselves into a coherent lunar-focused project in the future, so the moon has been on my mind. In many ways, I miss the moon. I live on a street corner in town where two separate lights shine directly on my yard, and since they installed new LED lights there's no such thing as darkness at night. Even my backyard, which would be in the shadow of the house normally, is lit since the LEDs spill farther and brighter now, and my neighbours keep their back porch light on all the time. We won't even talk about the fact that out of the last 16 months, I think we had full cloud cover for about 14 of them. That's the reality.

So this is more of the woo side. This is UPG, 100%. I often don’t use traditional names for the different Full Moons - some of them don’t resonate, so I do what works for me. Secondly, my personal lunar lore behind the names I do use is all mashed up with a whole lot of synesthesia, and some personal experiences. So...if any of this works for you or entertains you, cool. If not? No worries. Do your thing, and I’ll do mine. I also live in Ontario, and always have, so my experiences and practices are absolutely rooted here. Weather patterns and seasons won't work the same elsewhere, so you need to work with what you've got.

January: Wolf Moon

I do use a traditional name for this moon, but only because I used to go howling with the wolves in the back 40 when I was a teenager. I used to be able to take long white walks in the fields when they were all lit up, and were fortunate to have some lupine neighbours. I love the sharpness of the night sky, and finding moments of silence and stillness. More practically these days I bundle up at home away from the ice and the cold and enjoy a good cup of tea when I can. The vibration of this moon's energy always seems to bring me insomnia, though. The colours I associate with January’s moon are white, silver, red, and a deep amethyst. Other things, more randomly: birch trees, the sound of cracking ice, the hissing of river reeds in the wind.

February: Storm Moon

There’s a tempestuous feel to February’s moon for me. It’s usually the month we get intensely cold. January is often a icy, thaw/freeze mess, but February always feels like the time when Winter decides it’s time to really throw its’ weight around with some serious storms. The feel of this moon’s energy is sinuous for me, sliding around and into everything, but also fierce. There’s something profoundly cleansing about letting a sharp winter wind pierce through to your bones and strip away all the gunk cluttering up your energy. My colours for this moon are grey and deep blues, like Prussian blue or steel blue. Other things: labradorite, blue tiger’s eye, and the smell of wintergreen,

March: Crow Moon

This is the moon when my crows come back to my neighbourhood. They usually move out around the start of December, and I start to see and hear them again around the start of March. Nothing about March in Ontario is spring-like: it’s either a solid mass of ice coating everything, or faded grey-brown and thick with mud. Ugh. I actually used to camp on March break as a teenager, but inevitably it ended up with a dozen frozen teenagers in a friend's kitchen having an impromptu Sunday breakfast while I woke up and wondered where everyone'd gone. (Stir-crazy kids in the sticks with nothing to do for a week do silly things.) Nowadays, I’d rather look up at the skies than down at the earth during this moon, and I choose to focus on my corvid friends because they make me happy. Crow Moon is somehow all aquas and peacock blues in colour, and mare’s tails in impossible blue skies, and the world smells once again of fresh, clean Earth, when the ice lets it through.

April: Seed Moon

Maybe the moon where (people who are better gardeners than me) start to get their seeds in the ground. I live in a snow belt, so I don't trust myself to plant anything until May. It's still not super warm, or even remotely dry, but there starts to be hints of things like warmer sun and breezes around the edges. Later in the month you get those days where pollen and snow can fly at the same time. There's no leaves yet, but you can see the buds getting fatter. I think of it as a "restful" time during the year, before summer gets really busy with family and friends. If we're having a good Spring I might get a day or two where I can actually get outside and tidy the yard some. I associate Seed Moon with the colours of soft buttery yellow and pale peridot green, which starts to invade around the rust-brown-green background. It's a citrine month, and also one where those little blue flowers come up in people's lawns.

May: Hare Moon

We don't have hares here. I wish we did - I used to see snowshoe hares in the country when I was wee - but I have rabbits, at least. And yet, this is not "Rabbit Moon". A hare is a different beast from a rabbit entirely. They have a fierce wildness that our Eastern Cottontails do not. And for me, the moon of May, the month of Beltane and the nuptials of the Lord and Lady, have a fierce, wild joy as the world finally explodes with warmth and light and leaves and flowers. I don't ever really trust winter is gone until mid-May. Hare Moon is emerald and violet and velvet, the shadow of leaves and sweet intoxicating aromas. There's something tactile about it - you want to run your hands through it, let it brush past you and run its' fingers through your hair.

June: Mead Moon

I sometimes also call this the Honey Moon. It is the sweetest time of the summer for me, before it's mind-meltingly hot. You get those gorgeous days that are still draped in gentle grey veils of rain on the growing, swaying green fields, and the flowers are growing tall and tangled - honeysuckle, clover, alfalfa and St. John's Wort. There are bees -everywhere-, and the very first of the summer fruits are coming ripe and I spend eight months of the year absolutely dying for the four when we get local, seasonal fruit. It's an idyll, before I'm completely sunbaked and dried out in the heat. Mead Moon is all sky blue and honey gold, saffron and ultramarine. It's warm sand and cold lakes, the smell of hay drying in the fields, and long drives down country roads to escape the concrete of town.

July: Satyr Moon

This month's moon is probably the time when folks in these parts get up to the most outdoor activity. I associate it most with a kind of revelry and hedonism - hence the 'satyr'. We get people taking their vacations, heading to the cottage, the campsite, and having their reunions and parties. Concerts, fairs, festivals...we have a lot to cram into a short time. The lilies in my yard finally have bloomed their brilliant orange, by the start of the month, and July is one long stretch of pure jewel-like greens, under bleached blue skies. This is the other month, like April, where everything feels like it's just poised, waiting to explode with the brisk business of harvest. For me, this moon is natural life in its' prime, and despite my dislike of intense heat and humidity I try to remind myself to enjoy it where and how I can. Satyr Moon is an endless mosaic of greens, a heady musky smell of wood and water, cedar and leaf, shadows and firelight dancing, and distant music everywhere.

August: Barley Moon

This moon is the first harvest moon, here, when the wheat is finally harvested and all that dust in the air makes it ripe and golden and warm. Haying season will sometimes give the moon a bit of a gold tint earlier on, but not those deep amber rises I adore in August. I am an August Virgo, and I adore the Barley Moon - I mean, I quite literally worship wheat. All the first fruits of harvest are peaking, there's SO much goodness in the fields, and yet I can feel summer slowing down, and gradually waning to a bronze-green glowing that I absolutely adore. The nature of daylight changes, subtly, and I try to catch onto every sunset and fix it into my brain, to save it for those white winter days when we haven't seen even the notion of sun for weeks. When we slide from the scorch of the dog days into long, gloaming evenings and cooler nights and the hints of colour on the leaves at the end of the month - heaven. Barley Moon is wheaten and speckled browns, endless golds, blackberry and peach, the smell of dry grass and fresh corn. It's countless toasted tomato sandwiches, far too much zucchini, and penetrating spears of bronze light through the trees as the sun slides away to let the fat amber moon rise up.

September: Harvest Moon

There's no stopping harvest. This moon is when -everything- comes down, and you have no choice but to get your ass moving. You try to get as much of it off the vine while it's best. I get very hobbity when Harvest comes, and I want to be living a simple life. I start to miss home, and rural life, and my family, a lot. It feels different than my youth, and it's...wrong now, somehow. These days it's more like Second July - it rarely cools off below 20°C., it's often stupidly humid, and can be much, much warmer. Our changing climate makes it feel like a month of dragging what I dislike most about Summer out, and it just feels unnatural. Add into that everyone still running around trying to pretend like Summer isn't ending, and I do not like it much for that reason. September always ends up cluttered and rushed, just too much going on in our lives for various reasons. I wish I appreciated it more, but I don't. But there are moments: the deepening indigo of September twilights, the movement of the birds (both those ready to move on and those snatching up all the food they can before the cold comes), the exuberance of goldenrod and Queen Anne's lace and asters. Harvest Moon is indigo and wine-red, the sweetness of a frost-touched grape, the musk of a yeast-laden apple's skin, and the first cries of the migrating geese.

October: Hunter's Moon

Hunter's Moon has two sides. From the start of October, until Thanksgiving, is gorgeous, brilliant leaves and bright crisp skies. It's deep blue waters reflecting streaks of smoke and high cloud. Any time after that, it can snow. It certainly will get wet and windy, at the very least. And then everything is grey, torrents of wine-dark leaves all with that sugar-sweet rot as they lie where they fall intertwined with the smell of the cold and everyone's woodstoves firing up. I cannot tell you how much this season refills my spirit. It's always been a hunter's moon for me. Various hunting seasons start (turkey, duck, deer, then into moose later in the fall), and I have many fond memories of delicious game meat meals with family well into the spring. It was a vital part of life, and always done with respect and thanks. Hunter's Moon is grey on grey, the edges of smokey obsidian and crimson-carnelian-red. It is antler and bone and slow-burning hardwood, the hissing of the corn stalks drying in the darkening fields.

November: Snow Moon

You'll see Snow Moons all over the winter calender, depending on where you live. For me, winter starts at Samhain, and it is inevitable that we have snow here very close to that date (whether before or after). It was true living on the Rideau, and it's still true over here in the Central Ontario snowbelts off Georgian Bay. November's is another two-sided moon: there's the gold, and the grey, The gold is of a clear day's sun through the last of the golden maple leaves clinging to the branches is clarion, of wetland reeds and cow corn still standing in the now-frosty fields. The grey comes softer than October, creeping softly across lawns and windows and the brown leaves curling on the ground, and as drifting veils of snow blowing in to cover the land in its' first lingering solid coats of white. I love the world's withdrawal into silence - I too, withdraw into myself and listen to inner voices. Snow Moon is white and silver (but also pearl grey and ash and brown) and the nights are long, powdery indigo, mounted by silent owl wings, iolite eyes set in silver frames.

December: Oak Moon

This last moon is curious for me, in that I do not know precisely why I continue to use this name. I like it - it has many associations for me in my Craft - but I guess I haven't thought much about it. Many oak trees do keep some or all of their rich tannin-brown leathery leaves through winter, though, and I do enjoy their song (along with the remnants of the leaves on our ash trees) in the wind... but that's not it. Neither is the whole Oak King/Holly King construct, which I don't really engage with. I have a strong connection with a particular energy, that of an aged, Green Man sage-type spirit that comes with this moon, so perhaps that's part of it as well. I suspect it will always be a bit of a Mystery, which I'm ok with. December's night skies seem curiously leeched of their blue hues, as the nights grow longer, a velvety black glittering blanket. Oak Moon comes dressed in the deep, rich colours of the Earth element - glossy evergreens, rich brown, deepest black, and is redolent of pine and cedar, and the flash of cardinals and blue jays at the bird feeder.

I don't know if any of that is useful, entertaining, or even intelligible. I hope at the very least, it prompts you to think about how you interact with the moons of the year, and the seasons, and how you perceive the world around you.

#lunar calendar #full moons #UPG #witchcraft #musings #personal #seasons #Ontario #i miss living in the country

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thediscardedone · 3 years

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Exerpt from a story I'll never write #1

The Clover

I gazed at her, wanderlust in my eyes as she incessantly combed through the fields of green at her feet for an anomaly in the fray. Her eyebrows raised and her face lit up. A wry smile enveloped the right side of her face as I sat there scanning every wrinkle of her skin. Every mound and curve. And boy... were there mounds and curves. Almost high on a feeling that could be called lust but also something else, I asked if she'd found one. She caught my gaze.

"Were you even looking?" She asked mischievously.

My wide open mouth turned into a sheepish grin.

"Yeah, yeah. I was looking..."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Looking at what?"

I responded by looking deep into her eyes for the first time since she started talking. She held my gaze for what seemed like an eternity. Looking into my soul. Trying to determine if I was just trying to be smooth or genuinely sincere. Whether I was just looking for a fuck like the others or something more. Her face shifted from a pale white to a deep red, ears almost glowing. So close I could feel the heat radiating off her skin, her warm breath evaporating into the crisp night air. She got up and turned around in one fluid motion, her hands flying to her face as she started bounding toward her dorm room. She had the answer to her question.

I spent the rest of the night outside. On the floor. Alone. A feeling I was very familiar with. My gut was filled with a sort of turbulent energy that I usually used as a precursor to an upcoming turbulent time in my life. I'd named it the "energy of potential". The following morning I walked back to my dorm room, hands empty.

On that cool mid November evening, we weren't Lucky enough to find the four leafed clover we were looking for. But somehow, we found something even more rare.

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baekhyunbitz · 5 years

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Yin and Yang

An: Finally finished!!! Since it's this cuties birthday still in my country, I wanted to get it done and post it today. Happy Birthday handsome❣

Genre: Flufffffff

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.4k +

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The stories say on your 17th birthday, you're one step closer to finding your soulmate. You will begin to notice a tattoo take its form and only your soulmate possesses the copy. They can range from any size, color, and pattern, and could possibly change once you have met them but that case is very rare. It's become much easier as the years go on and social media becomes more popular, pictures are uploaded 24/7 making the search a bit more bearable. Then there are people like me that choose to let time take its course. Believe me, I get curious every once and a while but I'm not in any hurry. The day I turned 17 wasn't a day I was looking forward to. All everyone seems to care about anymore is finding their special person but there is so much more to live for. I was actually very pleased with my piece though. Yin and Yang. Dark and light. Simple, yes, but my light carried thin brush strokes of crimson and tangerine, while my dark looked like a messy brush stroke as if the zigzag scribbles were enough to cover the Yin next to the Yang. Messy, but simple, it fit me.

As the next few years go on, all my friends have found their S/O after hours of browsing the web, I, on the other hand, have traveled around the world, adding a new tattoo to commemorate my adventures. I saunter down the hall of my apartment towards my front door, making sure I have everything I need.

"Headphones, check. Wallet, check. Water, check. Keys...." I look towards the wall by the front door and grab them from their place on the hook. "Check." I slip on my shoes then head out the door, skipping through the lobby and out the main doors.

Today marks a year since I've moved to South Korea. I wanted a big new change in my life and this vibrant and alive city was calling out my name. From the culture to the food, the sights, to the loving. I decided to get the skyline of the city in a small celebration for this special anniversary. About 6 months ago, a new tattoo/piercing shop opened several blocks into the city, INKredible Tattoos and I've heard nothing but incredible reviews about them. I took a liking to their portfolios and decided I wanted to have them be a part of my adventure piece on my arm. I've made it a goal that I always find a new artist to add to the sleeve piece on my left arm, also adding two decently sized pieces on each thigh and a four leaf clover behind my right ear. My sleeve consists of all the places I've been to, my biggest achievements, my relationships with family and friends, all framing my soulmate tattoo.

Passing the apartment buildings of various colors and structures, the tattoo shop comes into sight, a maroon awning shading the entrance and music playing from the speaker. The bell chimes as I walk into the air-conditioned lobby. The walls are painted the same maroon with gold flakes scattered, mahogany polished flooring with black leather sofas for seating. What caught my eye though was the espresso tinted irises looking in my direction.

"Ah, welcome to INKredible Tattoos. How can I help you today?" The man stepped out from behind the glass case, my eyes falling to the way his dark blue jeans hugged his gorgeously thick thighs. Words got stuck in my throat as the sunlight from the window lit up his profile, showing his sharp jawline and deep set features. His thick chocolate locks fell onto his forehead as he extended his hand out to mine. His olive green t-shirt gripping his biceps,

"I'm sorry, my name is Dean, I'm the owner of this shop."

"Y/N. Pleasure to meet you." My eyes still fixated on his features, a chuckle escaping past his lips.

"The pleasure is mine. What were you thinking about getting today hun?"

"Well, I was thinking about getting the skyline of Seoul on my left arm here by my shou— "

"Dean!" A voice yelled, "Did you happen to—oh..." Another guy appeared in my vision, one that is a little more eccentric than Dean. His black teal tinted curls bounced as he took the space next to Dean, mahogany vortexes took me by surprise, just as much as the silver ball of his labret piercing, "What's a cute girl like you doing in a place like this? Thinking about getting a piercing from the one and only me?" He pointed at himself, my eyes catching the sling of his chest peeking out of his semi buttoned-up red, blue, and white shirt.

"Knock it off Mino, she's here for a tattoo." Dean hissed and Mino slid his hands into his dark jeans. His plush pink lips formed a pout that seemed too cute for his sultry features. I chuckle from his reaction, easing the tension, a slight smirk making itself apparent in the corner of Mino's lips.

"Hey Christian! We have a new canvas!" Mino gruffed and a guy with curly obsidian hair made his way down the hall. Clinging to his body was a gray short sleeved button down shirt, accentuating his muscular biceps, black ink art spilling down his left arm.

"Is that so, what made you decide to come here?" His thick Australian accent stunned me as he approached me, his warm skin soaked in the sunlight as well as his caramel irises turning a warm honey.

"6 months ago I heard the buzz about your shop from a friend so I decided to check out your website and admired everyone's portfolios. The different techniques from each of you are outstanding, but one in particular really captured my interest. I believe his name is Oh Sehun."

"Well, you happen to be in luck today, he's in the back room." As I followed Christian down the hall, bright red hair caught my attention. My feet stopped at one of the rooms, my eyes viewing the tattoo artist; his eyes focused on the customer's piece, the buzz of the tattoo machine at work. He pulled away from the skin, his hand grabbing the clean paper towel from his slender leg. His maroon sleeves are pushed up, showing the ink on his arm; I leaned against the door frame trying to see his features, but his red hair blocked them, "Y/N, what are you waiting for?" Christian's voice bringing me back to reality, my feet pulling me from the door to a few rooms further, "Get your guns ready, master. You've got an admirer." Christian moved to the side of the door to let me by. My heart stopped as my eyes fell on to the man sitting in the chair. His dark almond irises met with mine, the words I tried to speak stuck in my throat.

"Awesome, what'sypur name love?"

"Y/N." Even his voice has me weak. He rolled back in his chair, his shirt revealing his toned chest making my heart race,

”Go ahead and sit in the chair for me." His eyes watched me, his soft brown hair falling into his face, "What are we thinking about creating today?"

“The skyline of Seoul. I wanted to get a piece to commemorate a whole year here. It's an early birthday gift for myself and I figured now was better than never."

"We going with the black silhouette?"He rolls over in the chair next to me, the close presence sending a chill down my spine. What has come over me?

"Yes, I was thinking about getting it right here by my shoulder."

"Alright. I'm going to trace out the stencil and place it to see if you like the spot." Sehun saunters over to the light table, giving light instructions to Christian to get the necessary equipment ready. My eyes can't help but wander around the room, Sehun's work framed on the walls, his technique so effortless. My gaze lands back on Sehun at the table, his honey-like skin glowing under the soft lighting from the table.

"He's stunning isn't he?" Christian lightly whispered causing me to jump a bit in my seat.

"What? I mean...I wasn't..?"

"It’s okay love, most clients end up staring at one point or another after walking through the door." He winked with a light smirk he wondered over to Sehun to let him know the station was ready to go.

"How does this look?" Sehun rolls over to me with the stencil in hand, a black silhouette of the skyline of Seoul perfectly etched out on the tracing paper with carbon ink.

"Perfect, it's exactly what I want."

"Excellent, I'll just place it to get the right spot then we'll get started." His soft smile had my heart skipping a beat, his hands gently laid the paper against my left arm just below my shoulder at the top of my inked sleeve. His digits brushing over my skin with a feather-like touch while smoothing out the edges of the paper.

"Still looking good?" I looked into the hand mirror he held up so I can view the placement, nodding to let him know it was great where it was,

"Let's get started then, Christian you mind helping Dean out for right now since this shouldn't take too long." Christian saluted for his departure, closing the door on the way out. One of my favorite sounds fills the room as the tattoo gun comes to life, "So what's your story behind your sleeve love?"

"I have this goal for myself actually. I try to go on adventures and try new things as much as I can, when I accomplish this, I add a new piece to my sleeve. I've been adventuring since I turned 17. It hasn't been easy with everyone telling me that I won't get far if I don't have my soulmate by my side."

"I never understood why finding our soulmates was a priority. I don't need someone to make a living in life."

"Thank you! Finally, I met someone that feels the same way I do. I also started getting more pieces so people around me would stop harassing me about their soulmates." A light chuckle came from the man sitting in front of me, the corner of his lips turning into a smirk. That sound. Might just become my new favorite. What has come over me today? He's just a guy. He's just my tattoo artist.

"I'm gonna need you to turn your arm a slight bit here so I can finish it up." As I turn my arm, I noticed the machine stop buzzing, his features falling blank.

"Is there something wrong?" He furrowed his brow, struggling to find the right words as started up the machine again.

"Uh.. sor— sorry, I was just amazed by all the achievements you've made. You've done so much it seems, more than anyone I know." Is that really what caused him to stop? Nobody has done that before… I wonder—no… he can't be. There's no way.

"What got you into the tattooing business?"

"Well since I can remember, I've had a love for the art form, wasn't until I got my first tattoo that I actually started learning. Once I got used to the machine and practiced a lot with my teacher, I did my first tattoo on Dean. We've been close since that day. When he asked me to be a member of his new parlor, I was so ecstatic to finally have my dream job." The genuine smile he displayed showed the deep passion he has for this line of work.

"You're family must be really proud of you. Following your dreams and goals."

"Actually, they just wanted me to find my soulmate just like everyone else."

"I'm sorry, Sehun... I didn't me—"

"It's okay love, I've had plenty of time to get over it. Like you, it's not the most important adventure in my life. Although, I'm open to the idea as of lately." Why did those few words seem to punch me in the chest... I shouldn't feel this way for someone I just met.

"I hope you find your special someone Sehun. You seem like a great guy."

"Thank you Y/N, but I have a feeling I won't have too much trouble."

"How optimistic. Good quality to have in life."

"Alright, you're all finished hun, I hope you like it." He lifts up the hand mirror once again so I can see the finished piece. He ended up adding two birds flying above the skyline, adding onto the beautiful silhouette.

"I adore it Sehun, thank you so much. It means a great deal to me."

"Anytime, you ever feel like getting another piece in the future while you're around, I would love to be the artist." Seeing his full smile caused a blush to spread over my cheekbones. Oh God, please don't notice. He took the latex gloves off as we made our way to the door, entering the hall,

"So how are we paying today?"

"Card is fine." I reached into my pocket to pull out my card, only to see Sehun's hand laying on the counter. My heart started to pound in my chest at the replica to my soulmate piece, but in blue. Blinking a couple of times to make sure my mind wasn't playing tricks on me, the color started to change into a mauve. I look down at mine to see the tangerine shade fade into the same mauve color.

"How about a date instead?" I thought I was blushing before— boy, earlier couldn't come close to comparison. Whistles, hollers, and claps filled the space around the lobby causing a chuckle to fall past Sehun's lips as his friends applauded the long-awaited moment.

"I was beginning to wonder how long it would take for one of you to notice. I happened to see your tattoo as you explained your story, the funny part was that you were automatically drawn to his work, I didn't need to intervene." Dean explained as he high fived Christian and the red-haired man from the other room.

"Bout damn time there man, I was starting to think you were never going to find the one. By the way, my names Kwon Jiyong, but you can call me G-Dragon."

"Nice to meet you." We shook hands before he leaned down to lightly kiss the top of my hand, letting go to ruffle Sehun's hair.

"So what do you say, love? Mind if I show off your beauty to my city?"

"As long as it's you by my side, I'll go anywhere."

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🍀🧚🏼‍♀️A sneak peak at one of my newest candles, The Shamrock Shire! If you know me at all, you know that I love auspicious symbols and the four leaf clover is one of my favorites. It’s probably because some of my most treasured memories are of me being at my Nanas house in Maine and watching her walk across the lawn effortlessly picking up handfuls of four leaf clovers and singing to the birds. She just had a natural magical ring that surrounded her and she was extremely charmed. Her name was Leona, which is my middle name.🌷Shamrocks are one of the most common and most potent good luck symbols of the western world. The four leaves represent hope, faith, love and luck. The chances of finding a four leaf clover are 1 in 10,000! Christians believe that Eve brought the shamrock with her from the Garden of Eden. A very common belief in the Middle Ages was that a person who carried the rare four leaf clover would have the ability to see faeries and could also sense if negative energies where lurking about. Carried and revered by many as a tool against the evil eye, the shamrock is so much more than a piece of grass.🐌Made with all natural soy wax, natural oils of violet, sweetgrass, cedar and red clover. Dressed with moss, flowers, 14k gold flakes and a genuine 4 leaf clover. Hooray!🧚🏼‍♂️🍀 #shamrock #shamrocks #fourleafclover #fourleafclovers #lucky #luck #quatrefoil #hope #faith #love #evileye #protection #prosperity #faeries #faeriesofinstagram #fairy #nature #naturelovers #candles #candlesofinstagram #candlelover #candleobsessed #craft #art #handmade #smallbusiness #witch #witchythings #boho #thevelvetlotus https://www.instagram.com/p/B9o11OKHEGu/?igshid=1p2b9nentn73u

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megandthecrimsonwolf · 5 years

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The luck of the Druids

As we head deeper in to the Spring Season I find myself surrounded by a sea of Clovers (Trifolium) when set out on my day to day walks. Of course I am naturally compelled to go looking for four leaved Clovers in the hopes that it might infuse my life with a bit of luck. I am so fortunate to have a huge collection of four and even five leaved Clovers........ But what is it that makes four leaved clovers so special and lucky you may ask?

Before we get started on the lucky side of the Clovers let’s talk about how to identify Clovers, fun fact Clovers are actually apart of the Pea family! How cool is that?! . We quite often confuse three leaved Clovers (or Shamrocks) with Wood Sorrel which is very easily done as they have an increadible resemblance.....Clovers typically will have beautiful different coloured flowers, usually with clustered adpressed petals acompanied by the three leaved shamrocks which will typically have oval leaves with a white crescent shaped mark across the middle, these traits are commonly found in the the White Clover (Trifolium repens) and the Red Clover (Trifolium pratense) the white Clover will usually have a white flower though and the Red Clover will usually have a Pink/Purple flower- these two are the most common Clovers you will see- when it comes to identifying Wood Sorrel (Oxalis acetosella) you will see that the leaves are Trifolate as oppose to Oval and the flowers are ver simmilar to that of Wood Anemone. If you wish to read more on Clover and Sorrel specifications I would recommend a read of ‘The Wild Flower Key’ by Francis Rose and ‘Collins Complete Guide To British Wildlife’ by Paul Sterry.

Let’s get back to what makes four leaved Clovers so lucky. The first known reason for the leaved Clovers powers of luck dates back to the famous St.Patrick on the Emerald Isle of Ireland. Ireland is where the term Shamrock comes from which defines a three leaved Clover- this Clover is hugely symbolic on its own as St.Patrick would use this in his Christian teachings of the Dortrine of Trinity, the three leaves symbolised The Father, The Son and the Holy Spirit ( The Holy Trinity) but there isn’t a lot of mention as to what makes the four leaved Clover so special -other than the fact that the four leaves stand for Faith, Hope, Love and Luck. It is said that Ireland is home to more four leaved Clovers then anywhere else in the world which is where the expression ‘luck of the Irish comes from’.

The Lucky four leaved Clover is a Legendary Plantae that dates back further than St.Patrick. The Druids of Ireland believed that the four leaved Clover, when carried on ones person, would offer magical protection from evil and would ward off bad luck. The three leaved Clover was also believed to hold magical valu to the Druids, they believed that they would allow them to see approaching evil spirits which would allow them to escape in time before being captured by the evil spirits. Children of the Middle Ages believed that the four leaved Clover would give them the power of site to see magical beings such as faries.

There is a 1 in around 10,000 chance of finding a four leaved Clover amongst shamrocks as Clovers do not naturally produce a fourth leaf which is why is it so rare and lucky to find one.

If you do happen across a four leaved Clover stay in the same Clover patch to look for more! There is more chance to be an occurrence of more than one Clover with four leaves in the same patches which is 100% true as whenever I have been so fortunate to find one I will stay in the same patch and find another and another and another then before I known it I have a small bouquet ready to take home!

Happy Four Leaved Clover Hunting!!!!!

#clovers #shamrocks #ireland #luckoftheirish #luckofthedruids #wish me luck #lucky #fourleavedclovers #fourleaved #emeraldisle

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moondustis · 6 years

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mobile masterlist

updated: 09/08/20

hello! here’s the masterpost for all the fics and drabbles i have written, requests and whatnot. all the content bellow are pieces of fiction and have been written by me. please do not repost my writing, in any form, anywhere without my permission! (m) indicates mature content you can also find my writing on ao3 and support me or make a commission on ko-fi. thank you for reading ♡

all my drabbles can be found here!

TAEYONG

• take care (m): “You watch as he gets shy, basks on the praise and your heart almost bursts inside of your chest. Taeyong is not perfect, no one is, but he does so much and you truly believe he makes the world a little better just by being the person he is.” (est. relationship, praise kink, fluff.)

• new things: sweet candy (m): Of all the things that you would think could come out of his mouth, this wouldn’t be one of them. “You want me to hurt you?”(fluff, dom/sub undertones, femdom)

MARK

• heaven all around me series (m): “When you’re eight mark lee pushes you inside a lake. At nineteen you fall a little in love with him. ” (church camp!au, fluff, minor angst) prologue (jaehyun + reader) / part 1 / part 2 / drabble

• pink + white: “it suddenly hits you that you love the boy in front of you. the purest kind of infatuation. this is not the first time you have thought about this, of course. you would have to be blind to your own thoughts to not know that your intimacy with mark ran far from being simply friendly. “ (,fluff, friends to lovers, )

• lose my cool (m): request: “ semi-public setting, “don’t you want to keep me happy?” and “show me how much you need me.” (pwp)

• what you like / pleaser (m): “Mark Lee is not an impulsive person, not at all. He likes to think things through so he can do them well. He’s also not a poor choice maker, not that he thinks so at least. That’s why he can’t understand why he’s in his room on a friday night conjuring a demon.” (demon summoning)

• basorexia (m): basorexia (n); the overwhelming desire to kiss (n); (friends to lovers, suggestive)

• new things: sit down! (m): “Yes, you had never done it before and it made you nervous that you would be placing a great amount of your body weight on a place so dear to you, his face.” (est. relationship, fluff, face sitting)

• love is not just a verb (m): Fridays meant that the boy that had the butterflies in your stomach absolutely going crazy would be waiting outside for you, and you would finally be in his arms as soon as the teacher dismissed the class. (est. relationship, fluff)

JAEHYUN

• perfect crime series (m): There’s two rules when you start a no-strings kind of relationship: 1. Don’t fall in love and 2. Don’t make it into something bigger than it is. And well, let’s just say you were not the best at following rules. (angst, fwb, college!au, drama) part 1 / part 2 (johnny + reader)

• blue lace (m): “He really wants to tell you that there are other options, just as easy and fast as dry humping like horny teenagers, but you look like nothing would make you more excited at the moment than that.” (pwp)

• innocence (m): “Your short lived romance with Jung Jaehyun.“ (fluff, angst, first love, friends to lovers)

• the louvre (m): “On the nights you spend alone the feeling of loneliness is not as comfortable as it used to be. It’s like Jaehyun has engraved himself in every part of your life, trying to fit in inside every empty spot you had.“ (angst, fluff, mentions of mental ilness, comfort, first love)

↳ perfect places (m): Memories had a weird way of catching people off guard and your mind swims with the one of Jaehyun hugging you near this very lake and whispering in your ears unkept promises. (breakup, angst, coming of age)

• nside (m): “Lazy rainy nights with Jaehyun. “ (pwp, fluff, est. relationship)

• malamente (m): “bonnie and clyde au! “Right now, at the downfall, you can only think back to the basement apartment and the job that barely managed to put food on your mouth. The lack of life on Jaehyun’s eyes and how it seemed almost gone the past days. And there’s the answer. It was. It was all worth it. “ (angst, drama, est. relationship, crime)

• break the internet (m): Tips on staying sane during the quarantine include exercising, establishing a routine, eating healthy and of course, phone sex. (est. relationship, fluff)

• sweet (m): Dinner nights, wine, vinyl records and falling in love. (est. relationship, fluff)

• one more time (m): Maybe this right here is a story about growing up and finding yourself, or about finding love and being vulnerable. But it definitely is a story about friendship, skating, pancakes and Jung Jaehyun learning how to deal with his feelings. (friends to lovers, angst, fluff, coming of age)

• new things: simple (m): “We should make one.” He says it with a calm voice but with a hint of uncertainty, shyness. You blink slowly, heart fluttering like crazy inside your chest. “A baby?” (est. relationship, impregnation)

YUKHEI

• high on your love (m): “the smell of weed is already strong when you open the door to yukhei’s room only to find him in his bed, in only sweatpants and your promised blunt between his lips. there’s a song playing that you sure it’s from his sex playlist. corny as ever.“ (fwb, fluff)

• swang my way (m): “yukhei held his phone with one hand and a dumb look on his face. he had been looking at that picture since the moment you sent it, only stopping to reply to it. of all the things he was expecting you to reply to the vine compilation he had sent you with, a nude was the last one in the list.“ (est. relationship, fluff)

• thangs: “your relationship with yukhei told in 4 moments and a mac demarco song.“ (fluff, friends to lovers)

• four leaf clover (m): “i don’t care the cost / don’t need a friend, i wanna be your lady” (fwb!au, angst, unhealthy relationships)

SICHENG

• heayahe (m): “you could or could not be head over heels for dong sicheng, the best reefer man on campus. it depends on who’s asking, really.“ (fluff)

DOYOUNG

• special affair series (m): “at a very young age you learned that wealthiness stayed alive by deals and contracts, and that’s exactly what your marriage with kim doyoung is. a deal.“ (arranged marriage, kinda enemies to lovers) part 1 / part 2 / drabble

• new things: day dream (m): Because the thing is, you had a plan. A very stupid one you’ll admit to that, but still it was a plan. A plan that involved seducing the teacher, to finally get him to pay attention to you. (teacher!dy, smut, fluff)

♡ YUTA

• exhale series (m): “you said yes because you liked cliches and yuta looked like a walking one, with his tattooed arms and dangling earrings he looked like the perfect bad boy that would break your heart and corrupt the good girl you were. a silly cliche.” (bad boy!au, est. relationship, voyeurism) part 1 / part 2 / excerpts

• loyalty.love (m): “the starting point, the moment it all changes, is very easy to remember. as is the moment it all goes wrong. ” (modern persephone and hades, gang au, angst)

• patience (m): On the rare occasions Yuta likes to take it slow, this is how it goes. (est. relationship, fluff)

• songs for you (m): A story about dreams, music, groupies and falling in love with your best friend. It’s the 70s, baby, live a little. (angst, fluff, band!au, friends to lovers, 70s!au)

JOHNNY

• killjoy series (m): You have never been good at making coherent decisions, making the right choices. You had a thing for danger and things that seemed out of your reach, a challenge. That’s how you find yourself falling for Johnny’s trap over and over again. (angst, band!au) part 1 / part 2 (mark + reader)

• new things: blow my mind (m): You open the box slowly but excitedly, getting rid of the wrapping paper to be met with the last thing you would ever have guessed, a shiny butt plug. It’s like the ones you see on the internet, with the bedazzled tip and all you can let out is a small ‘oh’. (est. relationship, fluff)

• keep it lowkey (m): A moment shared between two people that could use some more time. (idol x trainee reader, angst)

JUNGKOOK

• your teeth in my neck (m): “There’s not a lot on his mind these days, like his thoughts have gone blank and all he sees is red. All he can think about is the thirsty, or hunger he’s not really sure yet, in the pit of his stomach. It’s like it’ll never go away and all he’s left with is the slight shaking of his hands anytime he thinks about blood.” (vampire!au, fluff)

• purity (m): “you didn’t hate the prince, to be honest, jungkook was a very hard person to hate with his bright smile, cute cheeks and gentle personality. you hated the situation you were in, only seventeen years old and already promised to someone you barely knew. feminism was dead.” or your relationship with prince jungkook through the years. (arranged marriage, coming of age, royalty!au)

YOONGI

• tangerine blossoms (m): “You catch him watching you, of course you do, a smile gracing your lips and he figures this is the agony all the poets had wrote about.” (19th century, angst, fluff, vampire!au, friends to lovers, first time)

SEULGI

• we could do it (if we tried): This is not a story about how your dreams came true or how you find your true passion, no. This is a story about how you met her. Even in the chaos of it all, Seulgi was always the one you would end up with. (angst, first love, idol!au)

#nct scenarios #bts scenarios #nct smut #bts smut

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weapon13whitefang · 5 years

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in the talking dead for the quiz they say that the box Michonne had, the things inside was inspired by To Kill a Mockingbird.If you've read the book the the Mockingbird represents someone innocent that has been injured or destroyed by evil(in the book Boo Radley,Tom Robinson,etc.) ( in the show I guess Rick can be a representation but mostly Beth in my eyes) considering the comparison of beth and birds lately, I would love to hear your opinion

Sorry it’s taken me awhile to answer you! I wasn’t ignoring you, I just had to find a way to really think about what you were asking and about the source material.

First off, I don’t watch Talking Dead anymore. I don’t have much like for Chris Hardwick after all the stuff I’ve learned about him and all the stuff that’s been proven… Yeah I just can not watch Talking Dead without wanting to throw something at Hardwick… You know I don’t much trust ya when I won’t even watch for my favorite actors on the show… I don’t know, maybe he really didn’t do the crap that was said but… I’m not seeing any evidence against it… So I don’t watch Talking Dead.

That said, I have gotten a break down of stuff that was talked about. And I gritted through a few scenes of it to listen to my favorite actors talk… And let me just say that, yes. I know the book To Kill A Mockingbird. I don’t know if it’s just a Midwestern school thing, but for most Missouri kids I know, To Kill A Mockingbird was one of those books you read every year until senior year. The first time I read the book was in fifth grade, over fifteen years ago… I can still recall how I felt after reading it to… It’s just one of those books that sticks with you like Lord of the Flies or Romeo and Juliet or The Great Gatsby – those books teachers shove down your throat because they have such important life topics.

You mentioned how the Mockingbird represents “someone innocent that has been injured or destroyed by evil (in the book Boo Radley, Tom Robinson, etc.)”. And you’re right in that, this is the main theme of the book that most people will point out… Interesting to note, though, that Harper Lee was never forthcoming with the symbolism and themes. But she was famous for saying that the story spells out the meaning of a code of honor and the conduct in the heritage of the Southerners. Which makes sense if you look at in a simplistic term, sure. Honor is the high respect you have for someone or something. Conduct is the manner in which a person behaves, especially on a particular occasion or in a particular context.

An example of this is basically the whole thing with Tom and Boo. Bob Ewell is the town drunk and known to be one mean and cruel man. But because Bob is white, because Mayella is white, and because poor Tom is a man of color, the view of what they know is right vs what they see as right is truly shown. It’s very very obvious in the book that Tom Robinson is innocent and that the stuff he’s being accused of, are things he couldn’t and wouldn’t do. People of the town know what kind of man Bob Ewell is… But because Bob and Mayella are white that’s enough for people to turn a blind eye to it and sentence poor Tom to be hanged. It doesn’t matter all the proof that Atticus had. It didn’t matter if Bob Ewell had been caught red handed, even. Because Tom was a black man, he was doomed. Ignorance, racism, and hatred play a big role in the undertone of the book and it is those key elements that lead to an innocent being killed. It’s what leads to people like Boo and Tom being hurt. Bob Ewell was a symbol of evil in that he was a cruel, racists,and unbearable man. But because he was white, Tom – a black man that was the symbol of innocence with Boo – was screwed.

There’s so much you can talk about when it comes to this book. There’s themes and undertones that you can pick at and everyone would have a different opinion. For me, this is a book of studying the moral nature of a person; are people good or evil? It’s highly noted that a single person can be good or evil, while people as a whole can be evil or do good. As individuals, the jury would probably have agreed with Atticus and Tom would’ve lived. But as a whole – to uphold an image of “pureness” – they made an evil choice because of an evil man… Yet it’s more than that. Scout and Jem in the beginning of the book believe that all people are good and innocent because the two have never been exposed to evil and they believe people have never been around evil so that makes them good and innocent. By the end of the book, they both have experienced what evil is and have to come to understanding with it and their view of the world. It’s through Atticus – who is an example of being able to see evil but not letting it change him to evil but instead also see the good and learn to see people as a whole in that they have good and bad in them,that nobody is truly evil to the core, but that things in life lead them down these paths that aren’t always just good and evil. That the world isn’t black and white, heroes and villains. It’s gray. That’s how I always saw the book,anyway.

So taking into account that this book has many themes, how do they apply to the show? First off, letting me know that was kind of interesting for me. Thanks for sharing that because it got me thinking a lot… In the box, Michonne specifically pulls out three things. A preserved four-leaf clover, what appears to be baseball cards, and the little sheriff figure with the gun. Lets focus on these things fora bit before I get to the mockingbird (And I will, just hold on for a second!)

Coming from an Irish and German background, I always loved trying to find four-leaf clovers at my grandma’s house. First off, the four-leaf clover is a very rare plant to find because they just generally do not grow with four leaves. They’re kind of a mutation of sort, basically…Anyway, each leaf on the four-leaf clover has a meaning according to my grandma. Faith, Hope, Love, and Luck. The regular three leaf I learned in bible school that it represents the Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit and if you found a four-leaf, the fourth leaf was God’s Grace. So, finding a four-leaf clover was basically really good fortune for you, as in the holy trinity is watching over you and giving you grace.

There’s a lot of symbolism around the four-leaf clover really. After doing some digging, I learned that apparently in some biblical background stories about the Garden of Eden, Eve took a four-leaf clover with her to remember the place she and Adam were cast from (that’s kinda depressing but I get it). I also learned that apparently Druid priest used the four-leaf clover to ward off evil spirits in worship rituals. Also, in some cases,children and adults would hang a four-leaf clover over their doors to ward off bad omens, witchcraft, and evil spirits. In the Middle ages, they believed that those that carried a four leaf clover could see the fae folk. It was also believed to help ward off and give protection from The Evil Eye – which is basically a legend about a malevolent spirit of evil casting misfortune to someone; cause them to harm themselves by casting eyes on them. So the clover was like a “shield” against this gaze.

If there’s one thing that has happened to TF, it’s the cast of the evil eye upon them. Rick is “dead” (so they think) and their world has been cast astray of what they all know – which is following Rick’s leadership. Even with Michonne taking over (she doesn’t let them call her the leader but she basically is) everything is still not together – they’re all scattered away from one another and all lost with Rick gone, even after all this time. Finding a four-leaf clover – one basically buried away in a tomb van – shows a prospering future for Michonne and TF. Something they could all use… The clover is linked to the box, which means it’s basically a box of memories for someone…Just as the clover was a memory for Eve, that clover was for someone else…

I find it fascinating the Morgan and Michonne both found“lucky” items in abandoned vehicles.

Next up is the baseball cards – or at least that’s what they look like – and I’m wondering if that’s supposed to represent Negan. Finding the clover then the baseball cards in order… I’m thinking Negan is going to have a big hand in the future. Now obviously I could be wrong and maybe they’re just school photos or something like that and maybe they have nothing to do with good for Negan. But you say baseball and I automatically think of baseball bat and then I think of Negan. Plus the cards were wrapped up – imprisonment symbolism? Michonne would be the only one who could truly let Negan free… I’m not to sure about these cards but I do feel Negan with them.

Finally the little sheriff figure. Obviously, it’s for Rick. But what does a Sheriff represent in general? Well first off the Sheriff is supposed to represent keeping the peace. A sheriff protects the peace, enforces law, provides traffic control, investigates accidents, transports prisoners,and leads a community. I work for a Sheriff department, as luck would have it(for me, anyway) and I can tell you something neat. The badge we all know – the star badge – was taken because it was cheaper and easier to make than the original badge – which was an eagle shaped/themed badge. Plus the star is a symbol of all fifty states and the Sheriff wears the star with his state and his county name printed on it. So it’s his American shield/symbol of bringing peace.

Rick being a Sheriff is really interesting for me since I started working with the Sheriff of my county. Throughout the last eight years of TWD, I have seen Rick do basically everything I just described above… But he’s also been very much the complete opposite of what a Sheriff is supposed to stand for. I mean Rick has murdered before. He stabs Shane after luring him into a false sense of peace, straight up put a machete through Thomas’s head at the prison, strangles a Claimer to death and rips the throat of another open…Like Rick has done a lot of shit a Sheriff shouldn’t do… But he is still a symbol of peace and future, which is what a Sheriff is.

So with those items aside, lets talk about a Mockingbird. In the book, there’s a quote about the Mockingbird, which is supposed to be part of the symbolism we talked about above. The line is said by Atticus and later affirmed by Miss Maudie, I believe. It goes as followed:

“Rememberit’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.” That was the only time I ever heard Atticus say it was a sin to do something, and I asked Miss Maudie about it.

“Your father’s right,” she said. “Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy . They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corn cribs,they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.”

This line is the main line for the title of the book and is basically the key metaphor explored by people. It’s true that Boo and Tom are indeed part of this symbolism. The mockingbird is a symbol that good, innocent people are destroyed by evil. Tom is destroyed by evil and I believe he’s even likened to a songbird that was slaughtered by children (or something like that, I’d have to dig my copy out and really read it again… Which I just might…). For Boo, he was destroyed by the evil that is his abusive father long ago, but he was still just good and gentle and didn’t cause no harm and saved Jem and Scout. Scout even makes a wise comment that hurting poor Boo would be like shooting a Mockingbird – it would be a sin to punish something/someone who has done nothing but try to be a good soul.

I believe the reason they decided to use To Kill A Mockingbird for this episode is because of Magna, Yumiko, Connie, Kelly, and Luke… And for Michonne. Think about it. There’s a trial scene. At this point,Judith would be Scout and even a bit of Boo. Michonne is being a Bob Ewell (funny how that works) and Magna and her group are Tom Robinson.

Michonne bases Magna and the whole group on one simple thing– Magna was a convict. She basically riled up a lynch mob with everyone and made the group out as these monsters that would stab them all in their sleep…Just as Bob painted Tom as some kind of big violent rapist. Judith was basically Scout and Boo. Judith saved them and brought them in, but she also killed to protect them (sure they were just walkers but yeah). Think about the character Scout and the Character Boo and then think about Judith. Judith can basically be considered “innocent” (I use that lightly because the girl isn’t completely innocent, she knows things, but she’s not grown enough to experience what true evil is). Judith is Scout in that she sees these people and assumes “good” because it’s something she just sees. Now obviously Magna and them are good, but what if they weren’t? Judith wouldn’t be able to see it. It wouldn’t take much to pull the cloak over a child’s eye, even one as quick witted and smart as Judith.

I believe that’s part of the reason we had her speaking against Negan. What Negan says is true about people. They can look real nice and seem real nice, but they can turn on you real quick and do damage. Funny enough, Negan is basically an anti-Atticus in his own right. He knows what is real good and what is real evil, but he lets himself make his own choices and runs an evil path. Atticus knew the difference between evil and good but stayed good and kind. Which, yeah, Rick fits this mold with a little push… But it’s also Daryl who fits this role the most and that’s something as well.

Anyway, Michonne was basically going to get Mockingbirds killed. Magna and them haven’t done anything evil that we know of so they’re not far from sin, but they are people that have done no wrong to the people that have helped them and have shown to be good and even democratic (the whole voting scene) and that’s our evidence that they’re good people just trying to survive. Michonne would basically be doing what Scout told Atticus about Boo –it would be like shooting a mockingbird to send them off. And I agree that Rick would have helped them too… He would’ve been wary and he would’ve been watching the new people, but Rick would’ve given them a chance to prove themselves as good. Michonne wasn’t doing that. She was stone walling them out – being a child throwing rocks at the mockingbirds.

Now… I know you asked about Beth. The more I think about it, Beth was an Atticus. She knew the world was full of evil… But she knew there were good people and knew that you had to see people for their strengths and weaknesses to see their whole and see them for who they were as a whole. Beth was like Jem and Scout too. She hadn’t experienced real evil until watching her father be beheaded… But she wavered in her belief of good people with Dawn and that put her at how Jem was towards the end of the book. But if she were around now, Beth could’ve been an Atticus…

Which leads me back to Daryl. If there’s anyone that fits the mold of Atticus, it’s Daryl… At least he did. Right now I’d say he’s more of a Jem. Lost his faith in systems and his beliefs of there being anymore good people… By the end of the book, Jem becomes distant in his belief of good people and justice. Daryl was an Atticus but now he’s a Jem… But he can become an Atticus again, which I believe will happen as the season goes on.

To be honest with you, the only thing bird related I’ve seenwith Beth was the bird cage in her cell room back in season 4. The birdcage in media – art or otherwise – is generally a symbol of lost freedom for a bird but also a frame of appreciation for their natural wonder. The birdcage is a symbol as much as the actual bird encased. For example, when I hear someone speak of a caged bird I always think of Sweeny Todd and the song “Green Finch and LinnetBird” that Johanna sings. In the song, Johanna compares herself to the caged bird and how she is trapped in the judges house, how her dream is to be free of her imprisonment and also talks of her inability to cope with the fact she will probably never escape. It’s always that song that comes to mind when I think of a bird cage and honestly it’s probably the most symbolic image and song I can think of. A bird that sings jubilantly and carefree while trapped in a cage…Yeah. That sounds like Beth. She still sings and still shows peace and acceptance even when she is basically in a giant bird cage in season 4 – the prison.Later – in season 5 at Grady – Beth still sings and is still an imprisoned bird, but she’s not as jubilant as she was. Rather she is like Johanna – she is trapped and isn’t sure how she’s to get free. But unlike Johanna, Beth isn’t disillusioned to her captivity and knows she’ll get free.

Now what about a Mockingbird? Well let’s talk about the bird itself. I know some people like @twdmusicboxmystery believe that the bird Daryl sees in 9x06 is an Osciner bird – the Songbird. But I believe it really is supposed to be a Bluebird or a Mockingbird, which IS a type of Songbird. I’m leaning more towards it being a Mockingbird since that’s part of the story in9x06. So Mystery isn’t wrong, I just believe it’s a different type of songbird than what they think it is.

And if it is the Mockingbird – which I believe it is – then that’s also a symbol for Daryl in that he doesn’t kill the bird and he doesn’t destroy it’s food source with the walker. He doesn’t commit a sin. He lets it live. And seeing a bird feeding it’s young and letting it live is definitely Daryl as a Boo Radley. Boo Radley was horribly hurt by his own father – like Daryl– and shut himself from the world because he wanted to be away from all the pain and horribleness the outside world can offer. That is what Daryl has basically done – shut himself way from people and their societies to “protect” himself from their troubles and pain. Loosing Rick put Daryl there but since Tyreese’s death – yes even with Beth’s death – Daryl has been pulling away and it’s no surprise he reached that point with Rick’s departure.

I know I’m not giving some deep meaning into the whole “Here’s all this that shows that Beth could be alive” and for that I’m sorry. I know that’s what you wanted me to answer, was probably hoping for… But I don’t see much symbolism around this bird and Beth and Daryl. I believe the bird is representing the To Kill A Mockingbird theme and that Daryl has his place as Boo at the moment, but is also an Atticus in his own right but needs to find his balance again. Which Daryl has a balance, he’s just off kilter right now.Understandably so.

This isn’t me shitting on anyone. I believe too many people are putting TOO MUCH emphases on all these things being related to Beth. I don’t have any connection for birds and Beth except for one thing and that’s Beth back at the prison and while she was in Grady because of that birdcage. People want to point out Carl seeing a bird cage back in season 4 with a dead bird on the ground and I think that was to symbolize how Carl was feeling and what he was going through – that he was a bird that escaped a cage but he has a chance of dying like the bird, who was probably caged it’s whole life and once free it didn’t know how to care for itself. But Carl wasn’t going to be the bird. He was going to survive and carry his dad along. Which he did. Sure he dies later,but for that scene and for that moment, Carl didn’t let himself become the dead bird.

So… I guess – posting all of this – I don’t really have anything to add to Beth and Birds and symbolism besides to say that sorry I don’t have anything but maybe reading what I’ve posted will give you a thought to go with your connections for Beth?

Thanks for asking me, by the way. This was pleasantly stimulating.

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