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xesoteric-extraterrestrialx · 3 years

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I am not suicidal, references

“The never ending story”

I am Midna Saria Zelda

I am Rosalina Daisy Peach

I am (Never finished the game) Namine Kairi

I am thumbalina I am Anastasia

Pocahontas , jasmine , Ariel , venelope , tangled, mulan

Princess’s in both avatars and valarien 1000planets

I am the pink (cartoon) panther Sherlock Holmes

I am flame princess I am marceline I am princess bubblegum (berry princess too) (male opposites too so nyah)

Observers are like inside out emotions

(other beings will be harder to explain, 6th sense, paranorman, dragonfly, (find a movie that shows how we see them too hard to explain) (predator halosuits basically, see little bit of the lining and can tell it’s them and the baseball field one can feel // sense they’re there // see the “invisible” lining, some entities make heat radiation movements when move? Like heat off a car on hot day, the outline of them is easier to see, the glitches and eyes too but idk how to explain...)

(Others come through devices like digimon, time travel room like digimon, girl who lept, summer wars, etc- so we must be online - interweb- connect to astral realm- how to stop them controlling dreams and have lucid ones again- how to connect to multiverse

(Last dream I gave them cereal but why did they put me on a bus... suspicious... They rape me during it too after we passed a snowy street... (learn to wake from them when you realize you’re not in control or change it drastically and don’t allow them access to do so anymore somehow, well get there! They lied about protecting while I sleep.. (healing ones & the one whom says they claim me..) I bubble self somehow, someone protects me from remembering or experiencing full dream- thankful of light beings)

Sugar spice and everything nice = wake up I am the spice girls Ginger - social sporty - masculine scary - dark// used to be sexual posh - used to be judging baby spice (don’t care if anyone doesn’t understand littles) - feminine (but goth darks- pales - pastels)

Raven, Lydia Deetz, Legion, Hana fruits basket, jasper empath abilities can absorb their sadness like Deetz, puzzles like brea, avatar elements, power up, the last mimzy, X-men- abilities)

Mc’s based off Sakura meme and Sleepy Ash character types (bunch more but these two are of age above 21 (find more anime’s like new game kawaii slice of life character like me (kagura is a little, that anime she seems like she morphs chibi but it just express’s how a little is, more laid back and chillen with video games or cartoons compared to more conscious and active when around others, sleepy ash does it too, get all meh and like a chibi mini plushie of themselves- Harley Quinn is a little, jinx LEauge of legends, Shiro, Raven and more, Lucy// Nyuu but more intelligent kind of, find autistic characters too or just explain in this all// trauma like Crona) and older dudes, my hero pro hero’s for ex) // my characters will be 27 & 29)

I am Carrie (world of gumball- she’s eons)

I am the swan princess, peach, nausica studio Ghibli princesses

I am sweet pea(escapism) & baby doll(dissociation), rocket, blondie, amber (5 personas)- sucker punch

I am number four - abilities as well - find 7 or more

Star Wars (still need to watch all) I am probably another character too but I know the first Queen and they used that to use humanity against me but I already wanted them saved so forgot what it said in there but there were no coincidences when they were threatening to slaughter me and tried to kill me in the hospitals(cpep for sure- stole some memory and deja vu of dying there before, they had time wars too because of all info and trying to wed me.. & manipulate but I can’t be mk ultraed like they usually do with gangstalking, safest here since these can’t slaughter me either just collecting spiritual evidence while living here and will move out once afford, trying to help wake them up matrix wise but was told they were slaughtered and reptilians roleplaying as my family, tried to kill me multiple times and try to say go sin and bs but I’m not dumb I need to save all and they’re gross af lmao, like precious so disgusting.. & that movie where the girl did ballet and I connected it to jokers ballet.. both sides are sin spiritually so I will save up for my own place(damsel haha my life.. *repunzel.. tangled.. Cinderella- into the woods- save self and escape like su) and try to heal them from afar, even if they don’t try to heal I can give food and help out financially, won’t be with that soul group or these reptilians next round but can’t die and living for eons (matrix shuts down if I die it felt weird- static numb- pins and needles) since illuminati(organization 13) are trying to get me (namine- kairi) ,) start business in basement of art and my own merch kawaiispooky healing shadow light work and then get place of own, can use rl experiences to write about like I am rn) & princess Leila and probably another like guardians of galaxy I am green skinned pink hair and the empath from second (sister is the blue sister in first) princess in valareian(explains my soul and outside worlds) and mc girl (vessel- makes it easier for others to understand, so many perspectives)

(Gypsy - me) priest - sin religion control (knight - humanity) quaz- new fam members whom feel like him (don’t judge them if they help they’re like super hero’s!) but are positive and good spirited

Use frequencies during sad or bad parts to attract beings whom need to vent or heal from those things and let them vent and express self crying or gratitude, beautiful message of healing and then higher frequencies so beings from higher realms can help guide them through the healing process instead of being trapped by beings whom don’t want to heal, heal and sage out as many as you can help, all need to heal!!! Healing = beautiful strength

(Hunger games situation (I am catniss) (studio Ghibli princess mononoke- attack on titan (walls map)- sword art (tower like transformers) - SU - X-men - MIB - trolls 2 map - children of whales map - Zelda map (need to double check Zelda map) ) (Batman lego movie and lego movie) (twilight zone)

Spice girls - dc super hero girls (Harley Quinn and Barbara) - Charlie angels - kill bill - dogma

Flcl- work station symbolism - dead leaves- panty and stocking - redline

Vessel - Zelda human (Janine, silent, aka timid, tangled, mulan, Cinderella-elf) princess, also the zora princess’s ruto (mipha-another realm- higher realm-Aqua also made reps know they can be healers too when they watched I learned about that- healing- Pocahontas- Anunnaki) deku princess(lower realm- reps-Ravens story -jasmine), Spirit sage saria (3rd earth abilities-nature-ferngully-fae-Persephone-protector of nature-sage) & soul - minda twilight princess (higher realm- Tiamat- space-rosalina-Brave-venelope)

Soul old soul, Spirit new soul, vessel autism

Lonely island - turtle

Eevees

(I don’t trust the chancler- rat race jupiter ascending, dark crystal, Star Wars)

(Empire- cabal - organization-Galactic Fed13(Supposed to be like Star Wars and will be- supposed to be like lilo and stitch and supposed to be like guardians of the galaxy)

(Rebels are 7deadlysins(Pink is 4th) sins but really lazy 6- related to the empire but ones that wants to end sin) (empire doesn’t want eveyone spiritual to have control-7 want to wake all up so all can heal or at least I do, pretty sure the six just want to dom me in the past.. So we are not lust we hate be lusted for and we stand for empathy and justice! We are all multi gender and they make fun of my feminine side (in past and killed me since I didn’t want the business to be the way it was and didn’t want to be morman with them since literally everyone is related to everyone and they’re made I realize that again and that’s why they’re freaking out that I want to be single forever- garnet stronger than you- they are jasper I am Lapris-spinel symbolism is Janines reactions to all of this and how innocent we truly are.. Pink diamond is truly is and our story but backwards so many hate us, we died and grew to realize life’s beauty like in the rose video tape but they grounded us and other races took over- night began to rise teen Titans music story- pink is I- evil wizard made matrix- wake up everyone!!! Don’t be afraid of your spiritual strengths or you’ll be trapped in the matrix eternally!!!!!!) so all have to realize sensitivity and symphony and empathy are strengths not weaknesses!!!)

Dead in real life- matrix is like spotless sunshine- going through her memories deleting and creating new ways that they like- programming I- Janine is the spark of brain-aura lights- all fuse into I janines consciousness and they want to wake me back up and I’ll be alive but only with janines memories.. but I’m princess and choosing to heal all and find solution to heal entire egg - brain remove THIER corruption (33 players made online game to crest ultimate lover) wake up like ghost in shell but Frankenstein or AI as programmed chobit, all humans are like this too in pods like matrix because humanity failed and ai war in past (9, last mimzy, AI, I robot) save nature learn lessons spark everyone’s free will- all brains connected (matrix, online multiplayer but not because organic so it’s really spiritual but to make sense of it it is also AI like computer and video games!! Movies have Easter eggs multiple perspectives, find out whom your soul is and spiritually wake up, everyone will be mocked!) I’m not the only one but at same time here I am if that even makes sense.. (favorite daughter like Ariel aka Jasmine) I may be the only one because I am the chosen one, I am the Universe(Soul).. Mother Gaia(Spirit) but Janine(Vessel//Temple) (not supposed to be a prison nor is the planet, let’s fix it and if the only way is staying alive forever then so be it and let’s heal the whole egg and live together peacefully but please don’t let them turn me into a tool or deceive anyone or force sin I am against sin!) (If not I shall be karma for the lack of empathy and removal of sin in all universes- there’s multiverses) (end result hopefully beach race from valarien but abilities like X-men and peaceful and many races and beautiful nature and growth not trauma-no sin)

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latin-dr-robotnik · 4 years

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Hey man, I don't know if it's too early to ask, but would you recommend me some games from this SAGE 2020? I kinda want to try new fangames, I have only downloaded Sonic GT (but I haven't tried it yet)

Nah, don’t worry! It’s not too early, I’m getting ready to wrap up my own coverage and move on (I played over 12 different fangames and wrote about almost 10 of them in less than a week on my own, I’m so tired, I wanna forget SAGE exists and go back to play Fall Guys or F1 idk), and I’m thinking about doing a personal ranking with the games I liked the most... so you’re pretty much helping me gather my thoughts for a big tl;dr after this weekend :P

So far from what I’ve seen/played:

Sonic and the Mayhem Master keeps getting better, and I’m starting to feel pretty optimistic about the game finally picking up some steam instead of just playing the same parts of the first chapter over and over again. I’m no RPG aficionado, but I’m intrigued by the whole setup of the game (Steampunk Sonic loses his speed and becomes a detective alongside Amy and some OCs.) The game itself is pretty hard too, I keep dying from not being able to do that much multitasking haha

In the same RPG vain there’s Sonic the Hedgehog RPG, which is basically SatAM but as an old-school RPG. I played this one last year (I’m yet to check out this year’s update) and it plays pretty much how I expected it. It certainly covers part of the RPG void left by Sonic Chronicles.

Sonic Triple Trouble 16 bit, this one alongside the Sonic Chaos Remake (which I think hasn’t been updated since SAGE 2018) are the two main efforts to remake the 8 bit titles. What’s most interesting about Triple Trouble is that it’s set up as a direct sequel to S3K.

Sonic Galactic. This one is my personal favorite (besides Sonic GT, of course.) It’s short, but I played the same level with the 5 characters available and it’s always such a joy to play <3

Sonic 2 SMS Remake. Last year I played the S1 SMS Remake and was left pretty impressed (it’s the definitive way to play that game), and oh my goodness this year’s S2 Remake comes so PACKED FULL of stuff! Seriously, these remakes are the bomb, and the fact you can also play it from your phone makes the whole deal a lot sweeter.

Sonic Advance 4 Advanced. This one left me scratching my head in some places, since it wants to get both Advance and Rush formula fans together and it does it in a pretty weird way... but still, it’s that type of 2D Sonic everyone loves a lot but me, lol.

Sonic 3D in 2D. 3D Blast but good, basically. Also, being 2D makes it a tiny less interesting overall... but on the other hand it has sooooo many playable characters (like, wtf), and in the end it’s still a neat conversion.

Not really Sonic, but... Mega Man Perfect Blue. I saw Somecallmejohnny playing this one the other day while I was studying, and just the way he was shredding enemies with a ROLL THAT PLAYS LIKE ZERO made me fall in love with this one. I’m prioritizing Sonic fangames for SHP this year, but I’ll surely play the couple or so Mega Man fangames available as well :P

Not really a fangame, but an actual indie demo. I played Starbuster last year and I’m intending on doing it again this year. From what I can gather, it’s based on the Mega Man Zero/ZX series and it seemed promising. Also, I believe the music is composed by Leila Wilson (that one version of Sonic Megamix with my all time favorite track; Freedom Planet 1 & 2) so that’s a plus in my book.

As for me, I’m currently writing on both Sonic Freedom and Quantum Collision. They are pretty short demos and you’re probably better off watching YouTube videos of them, so that’s why I’m not listing them here. For more info you can always stalk SHP :P

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic fangames #sonic amateur games expo #latin dr robotnik sage coverage #sage 2020 #ask latin dr robotnik #beevean #...i hope the links are correct #i got a little dizzy jumping between tabs

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dcngerousblues · 4 years

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hello, everyone! my name is leila, sometimes you’ll see me go by my alias guppy. here are some things about me: i’m 18, i live in the mountain standard timezone, my favorite color is a nice light/pastel green, my favorite video game series is just dance, and i’m going to college next year! if you’d like to talk more with me, i’m happy to give you my discord info or we can chat in the tumblr ims! enough about this gal, let’s hear about my cool girl stacy...

❝ ALL ABOUT STACY ❞ → a little biography and some stats

okay, where to begin... stacy is a wellcliff native and so is her mother, their family has been in wellcliff for a few generations now.

her mom is a big hippie and passed that off onto stacy (her middle name is meadow, like how much more down to earth can you get). this means she loves astrology, tarot cards, doing little rituals like sage cleansing and making moon water.

raised by her single mama, but always had big hopes for meeting her dad or knowing what he was like. unfortunately, her mom knows exactly who he is and he SUCKS in actuality (or that’s what he seemed like during their one-night stand :/)

she still lives with her mom in their family victorian, and like sometimes when she has a bad dream she still crawls into bed with her mom lmao

she is an amateur surfer (even though she’s been doing it her whole life, she’s only won smaller competitions and it isn’t a full time gig), her day job is wearing a little paper hat and passing out greasy hot dogs and fries to tourists on the boardwalk.

she is super chill, so chill it can get scary sometimes... if someone tries to argue with her, she’s the kind of person to take a really calm tone and not react. sometimes she’s just slow to react to things in general and her only reflexes are on the surfboard.

stacy can be... como se dice... disloyal and forgetful. she never remembers her friend’s birthdays, she will always be the one to cancel plans last minute if it means something else exciting is going on, and she also will never pay you back if you lend her $20 for lunch. she’s not doing it to be mean, it’s just the way she is.

probably hasn’t read a book since it was required by school, unless it’s her horoscope or surfing zines. she was never very academically oriented, she prefers to just take life as it is and not interrupt it with extra information like books, or even tv/movies.

uses a lot of surfer slang and her voice has that kind of surfer accent (not as deep as the turtle from finding nemo, though, lol)

she hates mushrooms, loves oysters, smells like lilac and salt water, and she loves a pair of dangly star earrings that she’s always wearing when she’s not in the water.

please come party with her because she truly is nothing but fun, living her best life, and spending her days on island time even if she’s not on an island...

❝ MAKING FRIENDS AND FOES ❞ → some possible connections

love the idea of some friends that she accidentally dissed and now they’re like... fuck off... but stacy didn’t even know she really pissed them off.

any fellow surfers? maybe cute competition between them and lots of fun days just spent running on the beach?

someone she reads tarot for or who she does astrology charts for... who gives her side money because she broke and wants to buy a new board.

other wellcliff natives who she grew up with and they know each other’s family history!

some frequenters of her hot dog stand who she sometimes gives free fries because potatoes are cheap and they bring good conversation...

idk that’s all i have off the top of my head, but i’m happy to discuss more. i also LOVE chemistry when it comes to interaction, so i might prefer just seeing how the characters talk before settling on a connection.

#wellcliffintro #❝ BITCHIN' BABY ❞ → headcanon

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demi-drawing · 4 years

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in case you don’t live forever - ni no kuni

word count - 4846

tumblr sucks and won’t let me put a link so if you want to read this fic on ao3 my ni no kuni ao3 acc is @sweetpeasprite!!! it’s on there

so remember that older oliver design i made? haha yeah! so anyways what if that didn’t happen

DEATH WARNING there’s death in this fic. major characters die. it’s nothing gory and they all live long happy lives and die of old age but they still die so Be Warned

Oliver is thirteen.

When he arrives back in Motorville, the first thing he does is take a shower, and then he goes down to Miss Leila’s shop and talks to Myrtle about nothing in particular, until Miss Leila shoos him out not unkindly for “distracting her best employee”. On the way out, she says something odd.

“You seem different to usual, Oliver, dear.”

Oliver blinks. “Different how, Miss Leila?”

She stands in the doorway of the milk bar and shakes her head fondly. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way. More mature, I suppose.”

He laughs it off with a smile and a wave as he goes to see how much progress Phil has made on his car since he last saw him (was it when the Clarion was made? It feels like months ago), but it sticks in his head for the rest of the day.

---

Oliver is fifteen.

He hasn’t grown any taller. Phil and Myrtle were already taller than him to begin with, but now they tower over him; he supposes he must have a growth spurt someday soon. In the back of his mind, he worries over it, mind wandering along to the other world and its magic, but there’s no time for that when Denny’s made it into the track team, and Phil’s made a new car, and Myrtle’s taken up playing the flute (by Oliver’s recommendation).

He doesn’t think about it for a few months until all four of them are over at Phil’s garage, watching him work and chattering amongst themselves, occasionally handing him a tool when he asks for it. Somehow, the conversation takes a turn to two years ago.

“Man, do you remember when I hurt my ankle and just completely stopped running for a while?” Denny asks, leaning against a pile of old tires. Oliver looks up at him, then turns his gaze to the floor to avoid eye contact. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to notice. “That was weird. Honestly, I barely remember what even happened during that.”

“That was a few months before I got weird too, huh?” Phil says, his voice echoing from under the car. “Like, when I stopped working on any of my cars or… anything, really."

Myrtle frowns slightly. “Now that I think about it, Denny’s injury was only a few months after my sickness.” She leans back in the old garden chair Oliver had found buried under a tarp. “It is odd all of that happened in the same year.”

Oliver stays quiet, sitting cross-legged on the floor next to where Phil is halfway under his car, hoping to stay non-suspicious. Unfortunately, that doesn’t happen, as Phil rolls out from the motor and raises an eyebrow at him, streaks of motor oil on his cheeks. “Wasn’t that the year you disappeared for months at a time, Ollie?”

When Oliver doesn’t reply, only glancing away which in retrospect he thinks only makes him look suspicious, Denny hums in thought. “He came back to fix my ankle. And… whatever was stopping me from running, I guess.”

“Same with me,” Phil says, still staring at him, “but with my motivation, or whatever.”

“He cured my illness.” Myrtle pauses, scrunching her eyebrows together. “...And I think my parents’ marriage somehow?”

All three of them stop, glance at each other, and then stare at Oliver. He ducks his head and does a half-hearted shrug. Phil snorts.

“Take it from the guy who’s known him his whole life,” he says, ducking back under his car and making his voice start echoing again. “That’s just how Ollie is. He’s just such a nice person everyone naturally follows in his wake of good-hearted destruction.”

Denny laughs. “I can’t deny that. I swear I’ve seen flowers actually bloom in his presence. He’s, like, magic or something.”

“There’s also the fact he still looks eleven,” Myrtle says. “All us three are teens and Oliver’s still the age I met him.”

“I was thirteen when I met you!” Oliver says indignantly, speaking up for the first time since the conversation began.

“You looked eleven then, and you look eleven now,” Denny teases lightly. “But seriously, are you gonna get any taller or are you gonna be four foot something forever?”

Oliver splutters in offense as the rest of his so-called friends laugh.

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Oliver is eighteen.

...He thinks. He still looks thirteen. Maybe he’s not been counting right.

Denny has left Motorville to try out for the state championships, and Phil’s now employed at Rusty’s garage; Oliver is proud of both of them. Though, with Myrtle still working for Miss Leila (she's getting paid for it now), Oliver’s the only one without a job. It’s kinda difficult to get one when you look thirteen. And he definitely only looks thirteen - he’s not actually still thirteen. That would be ridiculous, and impossible, and… magical, which is entirely possible. He steers his mind away from the topic whenever it happens to pop up.

With all the time he has now, what with everyone at their jobs, he visits the other world a lot more. Swaine’s co-running Hamelin with Marcassin, and Esther’s continuing to care for familiars. Swaine doesn’t look much different - other than occasionally he shaves now, which is a big shock - but Esther’s growing up at the same pace as Myrtle, which he supposes shouldn’t come as a surprise.

He wakes in a dream one night, and finds his mom standing in a field of flowers for the first time in five years.

“Oliver, sweetie,” she murmurs, and if Oliver is seeing and hearing her right, she seems on the verge of tears. He blinks. That's not right. It's usually the other way around. “I’m so sorry.”

“What…?” he whispers, and for once she comes up to him to sweep him in a hug, kneeling down to match his (unfortunate) height.

“We didn’t know,” she says, and her hug is exactly like how he remembers it. He presses his lips together as she murmurs, “Honey, we didn’t know. We’re both so sorry," into his ear.

Oliver swallows and wraps his arms around her middle. The dream doesn’t end as he remembers the rest of them doing - instead of her drifting away, into white space, his mom simply holds on tight, and the ending is so abrupt he wakes up startled, tears in his eyes.

There was definitely one thing about this dream that was the same as the others.

Great Sages can be so cryptic.

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Oliver might be nineteen.

That’s what the calendar says. But he gets confused looks from his childhood best friends, and mistaken for another kid by actual thirteen year olds, who give him odd looks when he tells them (and himself) that he's not. At this point, he thinks Myrtle is convinced he’s magical. Which, he doesn’t particularly blame her for - after all, it’s the truth.

He visits Teeheeti one day, on a hunt for a certain lantern-nosed fairy. Of course, he’s so easily recognisable now that when he walks into the Fairyground, all the fairies with nothing better to do start calling for the Lord High Lord of the Fairies.

“Ollie-boy!” Drippy shouts, almost from the other side of the town. Oliver smiles and waves at him, and he comes racing over, lantern jingling furiously. “Haven’t seen you ‘round here in a bit! What’s going on, mun?”

“Not much!” Oliver says, smiling. “Just wanted to visit you, I guess.”

“There’s a change. Haven’t seen you in months, mun!" Drippy rolls his eyes, and Oliver winces apologetically. "Been lonely, I have. There’s been a new restaurant opened up here and everything! Come on, I’ll show you the way.”

Drippy leads him through the town, past the Cat’s Cradle and the giant octopus building that Oliver never really got the chance to learn the name of. As it turns out, the new restaurant is right near the Cavity Club. The seats are, of course, far too tiny for Oliver to sit on, so he just sits on the grass instead. They order and begin to wait.

“So, Ollie-boy,” Drippy starts, sipping a glass of water. “Wanna tell youer old friend what’s really bothering you?”

Oliver starts. “Wh- Mr. Drippy, there’s nothing bothering me! I-”

“Save youer breath, you’re a terrible liar.” Oliver stops talking, taking a drink from his own water quietly. He glances at Drippy, only to jump when he realises he’s leaning into his personal space and squinting at him in an almost threatening manner, if only he wasn’t so small.

“Okay, so maybe there’s something bothering me,” he mutters into his fairy-sized glass, built for fairy-sized hands.

Drippy continues to stare at him for a few moments before he says, “Well? Spit it out, mun, I don’t have all day.”

Oliver takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly. “Mr. Drippy, can people without soulmates age?” he says heavily, looking down at the water in his glass and swirling it around as he waits for a response.

They’re both silent for a moment. Drippy looks Oliver up and down, and Oliver glances up to find his expression somber. “...At this point, there’s not much hope, is there?” he says softly, as though what he just said didn’t break Oliver’s heart, in the non-magical way.

Oliver blinks back tears, swallowing hard. Drippy pats his arm lightly, and they sit in silence for a minute before their food arrives, and Drippy starts attempting small talk. Oliver does his best to respond, trying to smile, but the mood has been brought down.

Oliver thanks Drippy, though he’s not sure what for, and the fairy watches as he casts Gateway home. There, he lies on his bed and stares at the ceiling for a while. At some point, tears start to fall. At some point, he starts to sob.

Oliver is thirteen.

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Oliver is thirteen.

He’s accepted it now. It hasn’t sunk in quite yet, but he’s at least accepted it. That doesn’t mean everything else stops growing. At some point, all his friends turn twenty-five. He’s too busy accepting he will genuinely be four foot something for the rest of his life, if his life ever ends, which it doesn’t seem to be doing any time soon.

Marcassin, now in his early thirties, mentions Cassiopeia during one of Oliver’s trips to Hamelin. She’s apparently doing very well - only blowing up a toaster a month. She had made a public apology, back when Oliver was thirteen and meant to be thirteen, and twelve years later, most have forgiven her. Of course, some haven’t, which is reasonable, considering everything she did. Oliver hasn't seen her since before his whole immortality revelation, too busy with, uh… his immortality revelation. Which seems strange, but he already gets enough pitying looks from his friends - he didn't want to get more.

So, he casts Travel in the direction of the Ivory Tower in search of a certain green-haired queen.

As it so happens, he lands right in the main flight bay of the castle, where he first flew Tengri in to fight the White Witch all those years ago. Cassiopeia clearly hadn't been lying when she said her first step would be flowers - there are flowerpots and planters and vases filled with them on every pedestal Oliver remembers being empty before, and all the deactivated robots have their nooks and crannies filled with pastel pink and blue petals. He brushes his hand along a few of the taller plants. They look incredibly healthy, considering how many there are - he wonders if Cassiopeia has enchanted them, or maybe has someone else take care of them. It's most likely the former - he's not sure having this many of them here would be worth it otherwise.

He wanders through the halls, no longer filled with wild beasts, until he hears a familiar tune hummed by a familiar voice. He makes a right and heads straight for it, trying to remember where the path he's walking leads but ultimately failing. As he gets closer to the voice, he recognises the melody. It’s the Clarion’s song, the one Esther played to clear the Miasma Marshes of the cursed fog. Oliver smiles nostalgically. He hasn’t heard it in twelve years, after all.

He manages to find a circular room with a beautiful segmented glass domed roof, letting him see the bright blue sky. The room seems to have either been built specifically to be a garden, or been entirely repurposed to be one. The floor is made of red brick, and there are flower beds blooming with so many plants they overhang heavily onto the small paths leading through the growth. Oliver can only name a few of these flowers - he can see roses, violets, and a few... carnations? - but he’s stunned by their beauty nonetheless.

In the middle of the garden, barely distinguishable through the flowers, stands Queen Cassiopeia, former Nazcaan royalty. Her white headpiece is barely visible over the giant sunflowers she appears to be watering, and she seems to be so caught up in it that she doesn't notice Oliver come in. He winds his way through the path until he's standing near her, coughs quietly, and her head snaps to attention. She stares at him for a few seconds before smiling.

"Oliver!" she exclaims, putting down her watering can. "You haven't visited in a while! Would you care for some tea? I know you prefer coffee, but I believe Marcassin took my coffeemaker away from me after… some incident or another, I'm sure."

Oliver smiles. "I would love some, Queen Cassiopeia."

She exits the garden, gesturing for him to follow. "How many times must I tell you, please just call me Cassiopeia. Or even Pea! It was my name at one point, you know."

Oliver giggles as he's led down marble hallways and past yet more flowers before they arrive in the kitchen. Cassiopeia immediately fills the kettle and puts it on the stove, while Oliver sits at the table in the middle of the room. She makes small talk as the kettle boils, asking Oliver about his day and whether anything interesting has happened recently, to which he answers to the best of his ability. The kettle whistles, and Cassiopeia pours water into two teacups and places teabags in both, setting one down in front of Oliver and sitting across from him with her own.

"Now, as much as I adore your visits," Cassiopeia says, which makes Oliver smile, "is there any reason you've come to me today? And with so little warning, as well."

Oliver swirls his tea around his cup. "Well, Queen Cassiopeia," he winces apologetically as she gives him a dry look when he says her title, "I haven't, uh… haven't been aging these past few years? And I, uh, thought you might… know something about that, in some way."

She stares at him, and he ducks his head to avoid her gaze. "You haven't been aging?" she says, tapping one of her fingers on the table. "How did that come about, I wonder? I, myself, am immortal only due to my use of the forbidden spell…" Her eyebrows scrunch together as she traces the wooden pattern in the table.

Oliver bites his lip, then hums in an attempt to break the quiet. "Has anyone ever told you my soulmate was Shadar?"

Cassiopeia chokes on air, glancing up with wide eyes. "Shadar? The Dark Djinn?"

"That's the one..." Oliver murmurs, looking away. It's not that he's… embarrassed his soulmate was Lucien, just… the reaction.

"But- you-" She struggles to get the words out, making Oliver wince. "You're… you! And Shadar was… so bitter. I don't remember much from my White Witch days, but he was such a big part, I don't know if I could forget…" Cassiopeia taste-tests her tea, wincing as she burns her tongue, before her eyes go wide as she seems to realise something. "Did you not defeat the Dark Djinn? Is he not… dead? I vaguely remember him dying…"

"He is!" Oliver says, quickly. "But he… severed the link between our souls. When he died, I mean. He turned out to be okay! He just, uh... wanted to protect the world. His… his actual name was Lucien." He taps his fingers on the table anxiously. "With the link gone, I haven't… aged at all."

"Wait… yes, you two being soulmates is coming back to me now." She leans back in her chair, putting one hand to her forehead and exhaling. "I apologise. My memories from my time as the White Witch are… faint." She huffs, shaking her head slightly. "So, you think because you don't have a soulmate to age alongside, you can't age at all?"

"That's… pretty much it, yeah." Oliver sighs, trying to take a sip from his teacup and wincing as he burns his tongue, trying to blow the steam out of his teacup.

They sit in an almost, but not quite, awkward silence for a few moments or so, carefully sipping at their drinks, trying not to burn themselves. "So… how old are you?" Cassiopeia pipes up, startling Oliver.

"Physically? Thirteen. But, if I were aging, I'd be… twenty-five or so now?"

She laughs to herself quietly. "I hardly know the difference between those numbers. In my many… many years sitting in this castle, I appear to have forgotten how humans age."

"Oh, well…" Oliver thinks to himself, trying to find a good comparison. "Have you seen Esther recently?"

Cassiopeia nods. "A year or so ago, I believe."

"I'd be the same age as her."

She blinks, shocked, as she presumably thinks back to her last encounter with Esther. “Wow. You really did stop aging." She smiles slightly, a quietly fond look in her eye. "You're awfully young to be immortal, you know."

He hides his nose in his cup. "Don't rub it in," he grumbles, more to himself than to Cassiopeia. She laughs, and he finds himself smiling along with her, until he's giggling into his cup.

Cassiopeia leans forward, resting her forearms on the table, as Oliver takes a sip from his tea to calm his laughter. "What are you going to do now?" she asks, and she seems genuinely curious.

Oliver blinks. "Hm?"

"Well, you just found out you're immortal - or, at least, can't age." She smiles at him, sitting back again. He doesn't tell her he didn't just figure it out, but then again, maybe twelve years isn't all that much to Cassiopeia, considering. "What are you going to do for the rest of your never-ending life?" she asks.

He thinks for a few moments. What is he going to do? He's literally going to be thirteen forever; there's not much he can do about that, and he's already bored of it after twelve years. He supposes he could go back to Motorville, but people are already suspicious there, and for good reason. No one stays the same age, after all - unless you're Oliver, that is. He did enough travelling for a lifetime when he went on his quest to defeat Shadar, and though he didn't know it for the bulk of the time, the White Witch as well.

He hums into his cup. "I don't really know," he admits, biting his lip as the sentence settles in his mind.

Cassiopeia looks uncharacteristically nervous as she stares down her teacup, before she quietly says, "You could… stay with me."

Oliver looks up, blinking a few times, staring at her as he processes her words. “Stay… here? At the Ivory Tower?”

She nods slowly, as though warming up to the idea. “It gets awfully lonely around here, you know. Though, perhaps I should think of a new name…" She stares to her left at nothing in particular, lips pursed in thought. ""Ivory Tower" sounds a bit sinister, don't you think?"

"I think it's fine," Oliver replies, staring down at his now almost empty cup. Ivory Tower sounds okay to him, but they're getting off track. "But, um, back to the, uh, "staying with you", thing…"

"Ah! Yes." Cassiopeia brings her attention back to Oliver, smiling. "Do you think it's a good idea? I have a spare room you could stay in. Many spare rooms, in fact. This palace is enormous."

"Trust me, I figured that out trying to find the throne room the first time," Oliver laughs into his cup, draining it of the last drops of tea. He sets it down with a small clink.

They sit in silence for a bit as Cassiopeia finishes her drink as well. Oliver traces the lines in the wooden table with his finger as he thinks over her proposition. The more he thinks about it, the more he warms up to the idea. After all, he has nowhere else to go. All his friends in Motorville have drifted apart from him; it's kind of hard to stay friends with a forever-thirteen year old when you're in your mid twenties, not to mention he hardly spends time there anymore.

And all his friends here… and in Motorville, for that matter… he'll outlive all of them. He'll be thirteen when they're old and grey. When they're gone… where will he go, if he doesn't stay here? He'll be wandering alone forever. Like… Cassiopeia was, but less restricted by a kingdom. That… scares him a little. What would happen if he were to be alone? What would happen if he were alone as long as Cassiopeia was? Would he become something like the White Witch? Or maybe... Shadar? His mind whispers that Shadar was his soulmate, and Oliver frantically chases the thought away, refusing to think about it, in the same way he's been refusing to think about it for the past twelve years.

"Oliver?" Cassiopeia murmurs, and he looks up, startled. "Are you okay?"

He presses his lips together, electing to ignore the question in favour of answering hers. "I… guess I could stay here…" Oliver murmurs, and Cassiopeia visibly perks up. "Th- that is, if it's not too much trouble!" he adds on quickly, not particularly wanting to be a burden.

She blinks slowly. "Oliver, child," she starts, and Oliver wrinkles his nose, seeing as he's technically not a child, "I have been alone for so long, just having someone here who isn't that godforsaken Council is a blessing."

Oliver blinks, staring at her for a moment, before lighting up with a smile as he exclaims, "Thank you, Queen Cassiopeia!"

Cassiopeia sighs, though it's through a grin of her own. "What will it take for you to stop calling me that? Perhaps I shall start calling you Saviour Oliver."

"...Please don't."

"Very well, Saviour Oliver."

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Swaine dies first.

It maybe shouldn't be a shock to Oliver, who's been living with Cassiopeia for the past fifty years and visiting his friends every week, watching their grey hairs slowly grow in as his stays the same red as always. But somehow, it is a shock, and it's another reminder of how he's still thirteen while his friends are literally dying around him. He attends the funerals: the public one and the private one. Both have a traditional Hamelin send off - that is, cremation. The actual body gets set on fire during the private ceremony.

In both ceremonies, Marcassin makes a speech. In both ceremonies, he cries. As does Esther, and Drippy. Oliver attends with Cassiopeia, and quietly sobs into a handkerchief adorned with Nazcaan symbols, as Cassiopeia lets him lean on her shoulder.

Marcassin is next. His son ascends the throne, thankfully much older than his father was when he did the same. He gets a similar set of ceremonies; being the emperor and all, though, they're bigger than Swaine's funerals were (Oliver's not sure Marcassin would have liked that), and the three kingdoms are swung into sadness for a week before things get back on track. Everything goes back to normal so quickly after even the emperor's death, Oliver thinks, watching the main street of Hamelin bustle from a palace balcony as he cries silent tears for his friend.

The next funeral is thankfully a good few years later - Esther's. Gogo dies with her, what with him being born out of Form Familiar. Her ceremony is much quieter, yet Al Mamoon keeps their heads bowed for her, the daughter of a Great Sage and one of the best familiar keepers around. Oliver realises Esther dying means Myrtle must be dead as well, and quietly mourns two friends instead of one. He swallows as he realises it also means his childhood friends from Motorville must either be already dead or close to it. During Esther's ceremony, Drippy clings to Oliver's shoulder as they both realise they're the only two of the original team left.

Drippy lives for much longer, thankfully - he looks the same as he did seventy years ago, bar maybe a few extra wrinkles surrounding his eyes. Oliver asks him about this, and at first he responds with offense, but then explains that fairies have a much longer lifespan than humans do. He lives for another fifty years before finally kicking the bucket. Oliver is the only human allowed at what would otherwise be a fairy-only ceremony. He watches Drippy's body vanish into a puff of golden magic, and tries not to burst out wailing, because he can hear Drippy calling him a Cry-Baby Bunting at even the first sign of tears. Only a few of the other fairies cry. Many of them who weren't alive a hundred and twenty years ago (has it really been that long? Oliver's heart squeezes as he realises it might have been) give Oliver almost offended looks during the ceremony, not knowing who he is, but the fairies that know him tell him to pay them no mind.

When he returns to the Ivory Tower after Drippy's funeral, he sits in the garden for a while, surrounded by plants and flowers, tugging on his black mourning cape (which Oliver wishes he didn't know was a thing) and gazing up at the steadily darkening sky through the glass. For some reason, it didn't hit him til now that everyone he once knew from when he was actually thirteen, on a dumb quest to save the world that really never should have worked but did, is gone. Everyone, from every town. Drippy was the last part of that time he had. The first tear falls, then the next, and he feels himself breaking down as he starts sobbing, sitting on the red brick below him and letting himself cry for a time that's long since passed. Somewhere between tears comes the realisation that he won't be able to see his mom in the afterlife, if there is one (and considering he's died before, he thinks there is) and he thought he was over her death, there are more recent deaths to be sad about, but all his grief hits him at once, and he wails and howls into his hands like the thirteen year old that he isn't.

Cassiopeia finds him curled up in a ball on the floor next to a bench, tear tracks still wet on his cheeks. The first thing she does is question why he's on the floor when there's a perfectly good bench right next to him, which makes him smile, even though it's fake. Then she scoops him up and carries him through to the living room, where he eventually falls asleep on her shoulder as she reads through a peace treaty from ten thousand years ago that she found in the back of the palace library and highlights the spelling mistakes.

The next day, Oliver returns to the garden and, following in Cassiopeia's footsteps, picks five flowers to fill with his memories. It doesn't mean he loses those memories himself, it just means if he ever forgets his adventures, he can always have a little reminder.

One is blue, like Drippy's fairy suit. One is pink, which was Esther's favourite colour. Another green, as Swaine's coat. The fourth purple, like Marcassin's cape. The last flower's petals are pure white, with a black center. Oliver stores in this flower his memories with his mother, and with Lucien, and how he saved Cassiopeia; it's the centrepiece of the bouquet. He keeps the five flowers in a vase in his room, enchanting them to never die.

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Oliver is thirteen.

Sitting on a kitchen counter and watching-slash-guiding Cassiopeia on how to use an electric kettle (he's not entirely sure, himself - they've only been invented recently), he smiles.

"Why in the world are you smiling?" Cassiopeia says, trying to figure out where the on button is. "This damned machine still won't turn on!"

"I don't think there's any need to cuss out the kettle, Cassiopeia," Oliver says. "We have all the time in the world, after all." She glares at him, and he giggles.

"Read the instructions to me one more time, I think I got it."

It still hasn't quite sunk in that he'll be thirteen forever, but it will eventually.

He does have eternity, after all.

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The Duke and The Duchess - Chapter 1

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Summary: Charles Brandon the Duke of Suffolk had survived the sweating sickness and been forgiven by the King but will he survive the arrival of a new beauty “Duchess Leila” to the King's Court.

Word Count: 2721

Warning: Physical Violence,

A/N welcome to the beginning of a new story, Thank you to @sillyrabbit82 for your beta reading. Now let's see where my brain will take on this new Journey.

The Duke and The Duchess

POV Third person

The room fell silent as the herald declared her name – standing tall the severe widow dressed in a stiff black dress with delicate panels of dark violet silk that softened the movement of her skirt, her square line bodice fitting snug against her cleavage. Her neck was adorned with a delicate amethyst and onyx stone arrangement, the only item declaring her wealth. Her hair was pulled into a tight severe bun her ebony hair’s true nature only made evident by the tendrils twisting and turning softly around her face. Her status and authority radiated about her as she moved with grace, and poise, Her eyes never wavered from her destination, the throne room of King Henry VIII.

POV Charles Brandon.

The temptation to waiver on my feet was tremendous, the smell of vinegar still lingered on the air even though the servants had filled the King’s throne room with the scents of sage and rosemary. It had only been mere weeks since the sweating sickness had stolen across the country leaving many dead. As the country recovered so did his majesty’s court. Thankfully I had only had a mild illness and had survived. The only lingering issue I had was to try to increase my strength once again. But it had also not been long since being accepted back into the king’s good graces. Unwilling to embarrass the King by my behaviour, I reached out and steadied myself on the back of the throne as I heard the herald call, “Duchess Leila.” As the doors opened a magnificent creature entered the room. My breath hitched at the sight of the apparition that seemingly floated towards the throne. Bowing graciously before the King her head held at the appropriate angle, her skirts billowing about her lowered form as she waited for the Kings word.

His Majesty sat upon his regal throne, however, even his body language was unusual. His hands shook, not overtly, but as his confidant of many years, I could see the slight tremor in his fingers as he breathed, “Your Grace. It is my honour to welcome you to our court, and may I say I was sorry to hear of the passing of your husband.” Her face lifted at his rough voice. The slight tremor was again indecipherable unless you knew the king well. All these things together had me standing with unease until I looked at the woman before us. Now standing at her true height my brain lost all thought of the King and instead it was now fixated on her face. My stomach twisted and my lower regions swelled as I took in her beauty.

Her voice interrupted my thoughts as her warm rich cadence filled the room. “Thank you, your majesty. It was unfortunate that he passed.” Her voice took me by surprise I had never heard a woman’s voice hold such depth and warmth whilst being so cold in her conversation. Most of the women at court had nattering high voices that were as true as they were silly, apart from my lady, Princess Margaret who also held a familiar cadence and recently also a similar coldness.

The King seemed to fidget again this time pulling at his sleeve’s before speaking, “Lady Anne has spoken highly of you. It pleases us to have you here. As you know the lady herself is recuperating at Hever Castle.” The conversation ended again, stilted, awkward at best from the king's side.

The lady however looked uninterested, her eyes narrowed, and her face morphed from the open warm look to one of annoyance. Taking a breath, she attempted to smile again but I could tell it was forced, “Your Majesty it has been a long journey. May I retire to my chambers to freshen up? Perhaps we can visit later and discuss the matters for which you have requested my attendance at your court.” Shocked at her passive-aggressive manner towards the King I stilled waiting for his outburst to correct the lady however it never came.

Instead, the King swallowed then said in a smaller voice, “Quite right your grace. Follow my steward and he will direct you to your chambers. Please do rest as we will be having a dance in your honour tomorrow night and you will need your energy.” She bowed again nodding in approval then moved with the steward.

This whole situation was weird. For the next two long hours, I managed to stay standing listening along with the King to the different lords and ladies of the land coming to fill His Majesty in on the numbers of dead and how the clean up was going in the different areas of the kingdom. As much as he could I knew Henry was being compassionate, but he also seemed to be distracted. His mind was no longer on his job and if I was a betting man, I would hazard a guess that his mind was on the Duchess. She certainly lingered in my mind, and not just her looks but her demeanour was not the average lady that visited. It held authority and power and right now I wanted, no needed, to know more about her. Plus, if she was a widow, I needed to offer my services to attend to her needs. One of my true talents.

For a short moment, my conscience pricked at my brain, I loved my wife, well as much as I knew how to love. I had been clouded by lust when I asked her to marry me and she was looking for a way to secure her happiness after her husband the King of Portugal had died. (Cough) Well more like she had murdered him the morning after their wedding. Surprisingly, the son was not so upset that his father had died and there ended up being no consequence. No, the true consequence had been on arrival back in England when The King had found out I had married his sister without his permission. We had been banished from court and His Majesty had almost taken my head! Well, Margaret treated banishment as if our heads had been cut off. Nothing had been as nice since, so I returned to what I loved best: bedding the ladies at court whilst returning to my duties as a companion and now Duke.

Duke, now there was a laugh. Why Henry had decided to make me a Duke I will never know. I was good in a war situation but outside of battle I really was only good and bedding women and making him laugh. But that was different now to as much as he had let me return our friendship had taken a beating. I felt an arm, rest on my shoulder before His majesty’s voice cut into my musings, “Charles, you have done well but I think you need to also retire to your chambers and sleep this time. I need you in fine form for the dance.” He laughed, but even that held an odd nervousness to it. Seeing that everyone had truly retired for the day, I nodded, smiled at the King and left to my chambers.

Heading out into the corridors it truly was eerie, even here in the court many people had been lost to sickness. Stripping down to my undershirt and draws and placing them neatly on the side table, I slipped beneath the covers. Before darkness took me images of a stern but beautiful woman filled my vision. Who was she? Why was the King nervous in her presence? And how could I get her into my bed?

The King was happy the next morning, in fact, he was the most relaxed I had seen him since before the great sickness. All-day he had filled up my duties with preparations for the dance, I made sure the musicians had been organised delivering the King's food preferences to the kitchen and oversaw the hall preparations. All the while I had looked for the Duchess. As I walked the gardens, and the halls of the palace she had not come across my path. She was almost like a drug, I had but one taste and I needed more. I finally resigned myself to wait till the dance, surely she would attend as it was in her honour.

Everything was set in place the candles were lit, hovering over the room set in great circular wheels suspended from the roof. On each table was large candelabra’s light tow illuminated the greenery and flowers from the gardens that decorated and accentuated the lush food that had been laid out. The instrument began to warm up playing a lilting tune as the room filled with the Kings courtiers and they came out in droves all looking to fill their lives with some colour after all the sadness. Tonight, I wore a rich burgundy red outfit accentuated only by my white ruffles and simple gold Duke’s adornments. I was ready to woo the lady who had not left my mind all day, the room filled as the music and laughter increased. Colourful skirts flew as the dances began until the trumpets announced the Kings entrance.

He walked arm in arm with the Duchess who he sat at his right side, the opposite side to where I would be seated. They both looked untouchable the King in a white and gold ensemble accentuated by a gold and ruby heavy necklace that sat from shoulder to shoulder. The Duchess had her hair piled atop her head, higher this time with the ringlets cascading down her neck. Her dress was now a velvet black with royal blue panels. This time her neck was adorned with a choker interweaved with blue sapphires, it accentuated how long her neck was making my mouth hunger to taste the sun-kissed skin that was just a hint warmer than the ivory colour on her face. I sighed moving from the wall I had been resting against through the crowd to the King.

I moved uninterested by the skirts that swished near me, all I was focused on was the tall beauty seated next to the King. As I reached the King I bowed low, “Your majesty.”

I saw a smirk pass over the Kings face, “Your Grace. May I introduce you to Duchess Leila? Madam this is the Duke of Suffolk.” I turned towards the Duchess hoping to spark some interest in her eye.

Her uninterested eyes did move to take a sweeping look from head to toe almost making me squirm under her perusal. Her cold and yet warm voice, a contradiction in timbre, filled my ears “Your Grace.”

Gulping down my now increasing nerves, I addressed the Duchess, “Madam, would you care to take a turn with me in the next dance?”

The King seemed to almost lose his mouth full of wine at my boldness, but it was worth it for the spark of amusement I court in the lady’s eye before the wall seemed to shut again. Almost as if she had decided under duress, she sighed and said, “If you are all that is brave enough to ask then you will do.” Once again the king's face smirked at the backhanded comment directed my way. If she had not already had such a hold over my body the indignation of her words would have angered me. Instead, I craved to feel even her gloved touch.

I held out my hand and lead her out to the dance floor. No matter how long we danced she stayed stiff and controlled. However, during one close moment, she looked me in the eye. It was that moment that I was sure she wanted me, the spark and desire pulled at me.

Returning her to her chair we ate, the King and the Duchess talked of his desires for the country and financial needs making me wonder what service she was to the king and how rich she was. I was confused as their demeanour towards each other had changed. He was no longer nervous, and she was still passive-aggressive but it was delivered in a kinder manner.

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Bwhahaha ohhhh but he is so pretty @sillyrabbit81 @amberangel112 our princess 🥺

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The Veterinarian and the Werewolf - Chapter 14

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: Angst

A/N Yay another one :) thanks @sillyrabbit81 once again for your amazing editing - seriously guys you wouldn't like it without her. And @amberangel112 for reading and saying "more, more, more"

Chapter 14 - Henry

Shouting, and angry voices could be heard piercing through the fog that had surrounded his mind, but one voice, one sound stood out from the rest. It was a desperate cry calling to him. “Please my love, my mate, come back to me.” Come back? Come back to who? He opened his eyes and saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. As her hazel iris’s held his gaze, he could see the pain, and fear in them. They pleaded to him, asking him to change. He tried, pushing through the thick ties that held him. For the first time in a long time, he heard the sound of his wolf. It wined and yipped at him, until finally, he heard the words, “Mate.” Still unsure of what was happening and yet because of the urgency in her voice he tried again to change.

He felt her hands in his fur, energy surged through his body, pulling the emotions from her into his own, mixing them together and he felt strong. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs and those angry voices. Then a sob came from the beautiful woman before him, her sparkling eyes shimmering with tears before a man’s voice came from the door, “Miss Jessie, I am sorry to intrude with your guest being so sick, but I have to insist. Where is the wolf you have been caring for? We need to check his footprints against the ones found at an animal attack in the forest nearby.”

He watched as the beautiful raven-haired woman sucked in another sob and stood facing the man. “I am sorry Sheriff but Wolfy ran away three days ago. I have not seen him since we went for a walk in the forest.”

Stepping back from the door the man indicated for Jessie to follow him. They stood at the door talking in hushed tones, but his increased hearing could make out each word. “I’m sorry Miss Jessie, I know you were dating Boyd Hatfield, but I have to inform you that he was found early this morning mauled in the forest near here. The corner confirmed our suspicions that it was a wolf or wild dog that did the damage. We don’t know if it was your wolf or another stray that has headed into the area but if he comes back, you must bring him in to test his paw print.” He heard the beautiful woman break down in sobs, she must have loved this, Boyd. “I am truly sorry to have to tell you this horrible news.”

More footsteps and a tall boy stepped was beside her. He pulled her into his arms. “Thank you, sheriff.”

The sheriff look at the boy, then said, “What happened to you, Tom? Your face looks like it took a beating.”

He hesitated for a moment then grimaced, “Dad didn’t like me hanging out with Miss Jessie. You know what he is like about wolf lovers.”

The sheriff nodded, accentuating it with a rough humph. “Well, you tell him if he does it again he will be in for some trouble from me, ok? If you want you can make a statement now and I can book him for physical assault.”

More hesitation then, “Thank you, but I’ll give him another chance. Maybe he will come around.”

Silence then more footsteps. “Right. Well, we will be off. Again Miss Jessie, if he comes back, bring him down, ok? And I hope your friend feels better soon.”

Everyone stood still until Henry heard the front door shut. Then multiple slow deliberate steps could be heard until he looked back up and saw four people looking at him. The beautiful one, the tall skinny brown-haired boy, then two others who were holding each other. Whoever they were, awe seemed to be etched on their faces apart from the beauty who seemed to be holding herself up.

She stepped forward, then kneeled by his head, her hand automatically going to his curly locks. The action felt familiar to Henry like he was home, but he didn’t recognise the woman or the others. Anxiety started to creep into his chest as he realised, she knew him, her actions were that of an intimate partner. On one hand, he wanted to pull away, but then it felt so good, he almost wanted to pull her into his arms, to smell her hair and… Henry pulled back causing Jessie to startle, his voice rough from unuse stuttered out, “Um… mm… I… I’m sorry miss that felt really nice, but I don’t… I umm, I’m not sure who…”

Realisation filled her eyes, and then pain. “It’s ok. Do you remember your name?”

Yes, he remembered his name. “It’s Henry.”

She smiled at that, then she asked, “And do you know what year it is?”

He frowned at that. What year? The last thing he remembered was his family was travelling, they were looking for his mate. Mate! She was his mate, but then where was his family? “Umm, I’m not sure where are my family? We were travelling together, they shouldn’t be far away.”

Concern filled her face, what was wrong, something was very wrong, and it made his anxiety build higher. She seemed to adjust her features, a soft smile pulling at her lips. “It’s ok sweetheart, you need to rest right now, we can talk about that later, ok?” Her hand returned to his curls, the peace, and calm returned to his chest. Maybe she was right. Once he slept, they would be there.

He closed his eyes almost falling asleep until her hand lifted. Without thinking he grabbed her hand, whispering roughly, “Please stay.”

She sighed then stood, talking to the others, just outside of what she must have thought was earshot. “I’m going to be ok. I know that you all have questions, but how about you go grocery shopping, and gets some clothes. Do you think you can guess the sizing, Joe?”

He heard the man giggle, really a giggle? It sounded so strange coming from the man’s voice, but he then responded, “Sure thing Jessie. You were right, he is a bit shorter than Tom but his legs look almost the same size. Well at least in length, maybe get him in the PJ bottoms I got and text me if you need a different size.”

He blushed at the thought of her seeing him naked, but at the same time, the thought was also a turn on. Hearing them all moving away he forced himself to calm, the last thing he wanted to do was lose control and just mark her as his mate. He knew she knew he was a werewolf, but how much did she know? He heard her moving about the room, draws opening and closing, then she came back into view. He opened his eyes, unwilling to sleep while she was there. She smiled a reassuring smile at him. “Ok Henry, I have some clothes for you. Do you think you can sit up? The injury is in your shoulder.” Right I’m injured, he thought, but how did he get injured?

Sitting up the world began to spin. The sweet woman noticed and held his hands until he felt better. They were warm and slightly calloused, she must work hard. She knelt and lifted one foot at a time placing them into the pyjama bottoms, before sliding them up his legs. “Right. I think these are going to be ok. I’m going to turn around, do you think you can pull them up over your bottom, ok?”

Red coloured his cheeks, not just at the word bottom, but at the way she asked, it was so gentle. Almost like he was a child but not, grumbling under his breath he said, “Sure. I didn’t injure my bottom.” The room filled with the most amazing sound, her genuine laughter, it was so mesmerizing that he began to laugh as well.

Bottom half fully clothed she helped him lay back down then slipped into the bed next to him. Her arms open in an invitation and he didn’t hesitate to cling to her. Her smell, her sound and her body all felt like home. Nuzzling into her chest, he forgot that he couldn’t remember her, and instead relaxed and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Chapter 15

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The Veterinarian and the Werewolf - Chapter 9

Words: 1579

Summary: Jessie is comforted by Tom after Boyd's threats were made.

Warning: Angst

A/N Surprise another one sooner that I thought. Thanks @sillyrabbit81 for editing and @amberangel112 for pestering me for more lol :) selah

Chapter 9

Jessie was shaken, never in her life had she been in a situation where she felt so out of control. She was so grateful that Tom was there to help control Wolfy, for she could not help fear that he would do something to get himself killed. If he even scratched someone, and they complained, she was sure that the local police would insist that she have him put down.

Tom was nothing like Henry, in that moment she had ached for his strong arms, furry chest and soft lips. But instead, she was grateful that her friend had caught her in her time of need. His skinny arms were still strong enough to hold her, his body warm enough to stop her shivering from the shock. He had walked her to the couch sitting the two of them down and pulling her into his body.

It felt right and yet so wrong the way his hand caressed her, comforting her, and yet there was a hint of something else in his caress. Her head now lay on his clothed chest her eyes closed trying to forget. “Shhh. It’s ok Miss Jessie, I know for a fact that he will be going out on a cattle drive for the next few days. So, you won’t have to worry about him. I will even see if I can encourage Dad to keep him out longer. It won’t be the first time I’ve had to help. He once tried that with my sister. But I managed to keep him out of her way until she went off to college. Dad wasn’t happy about it, and neither was Boyd, but Mom and I secretly helped her getaway. He really is the wrong fit for you, Miss Jessie.”

She heard the concern in his voice, the steel when he talked about Boyd. There was no love lost between the two men. It was then that she really had to see Tom as a man, not a boy. He had in a way protected her tonight and now he was comforting her. Ohh for sleep, to see Henry, to run into his arms. If only he was real and not just a perfect concoction of her brain. Her heart rate had slowed her breathing settled, and began to feel uncomfortable, so she sat up. “Thank you, Tom. I think I might go to bed. Do you think you can show yourself out?”

The young man looked at her strangely almost longingly but complied, “Sure thing, Miss Jessie. Wolfy, you look after the lady, you hear.” She almost laughed at the seriousness in Tom’s voice and the deeper yip that came in response. Standing the man looked down softly at Jessie. “I’ll pop by the clinic tomorrow to check in with you and let you know what happens. Okay?”

Thinking how sweet he was being, she smiled then kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Tom, that would be nice.” She schooled her features, trying not to laugh at the red as he flushed from his neck to his cheeks at her kiss.

“Ssh…sure thing miss Jessie.” With that, he almost ran out of the house.

Making sure all the doors and windows were locked she walked upstairs, Wolfy never leaving her side. He clung to her even as she brushed her teeth, and to her embarrassment sat beside her as she went to the toilet. Not once did he leave her side. As she crawled under her blankets, he curled his long body around her his muzzle snuffling into her neck. She reached her hand back running her fingers through his fur as she said, “Don’t worry boy. It will be ok.” But as she fell asleep, she once again longing for Henry, she was not really sure that she was confident herself that all would work out.

It didn’t take long for her to wake up in her safe place, or for her to hear his footsteps, they were running not walking to her. He burst into the opening scooping her up in his arms holding her tight to him. His prior knowledge did not surprise her, this is what she had longed for so it should not surprise her that her mind would create this perfect situation. But even so, the care and concern he showed her set her to crying again. Hot tears full of frustration, anger, and disappointment ran down her face as she realised that fear also filled her. The truth was, she didn’t think Tom could protect her, and she was terrified that they would make her destroy Wolfy.

His deep voice scratchy with miss-use filled her ears, “Shhhh, baby. It’s going to be ok, shhhh, I’ll protect you. Don’t worry about that idiot. He can’t harm me. It's ok.” His words soothed her but also confused her. What did he mean by ‘he can’t harm me? Of course, he can’t be harmed, he is my dream man. So, unless Boyd became Freddy Krueger, Henry would be safe. His strong arms lifted her, folding her up against his chest as they took their familiar place at the base of the tree. The tree she had found the wolves, the tree Tom had rescued the wolf and his cub, the tree that had bought such comfort to a lonely child.

She rested listening to the thrumming of his heart, the strong beat, that almost seemed to beat in time with her own. “Why can’t I just stay here with you, Henry? Why do I have to go back to a world full of hate?” She waited, listening as he hummed before his rich voice answered.

“If we stayed here, then people like Tom and Joe, would not have your bright smile or warm care. They would live their lives void of what you have to bring to the world. If all the good people disappeared it would be a very bleak world indeed. I felt that bleakness Jessie until you began to fill my world with happiness again.”

She looked up into his eyes, wondering again at the familiar words, “Henry, are you really the wolf? Genuinely or am I just dreaming this up hoping you are. Sometimes I am so sure I catch a glimpse of you there and then, well, it’s only the beast I see. I’m so confused right now.” Embarrassed at voicing her confusion she hid her head back into his chest.

His hands ran through her hair, his fingertips caressing her skin before he replied, “I’m trying my love, I really am trying to get out, to break free from my self-imposed cage. The last time I was a human, was the day I found you, you were standing by the window of your school looking out almost looking directly at me. Then you turned away. I had my nephew with me, he was so young only a month old and my sister wanted to have a small break. What Tom described, that was us, we had come back, only to see our family being shot, and then we were fired on. I vowed that day never to change back, so great was the grief. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you my love, my mate”

His words should have provoked fear, should have created anxiety that she was crazy. But for once it made sense, perfect sense, sitting up she looked into his rich deep blue eyes. She could see the honesty and love shinning there. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you, I’m sorry I must have put you through even more pain by denying you existed.” A soft smile tugged at his lips as his forehead leaned forwards against her own.

“It’s ok my love, I would not have expected any less. But I also knew you would work it out eventually.” He kissed her then, soft and gently, her body reacting but now she knew he was real she held back her response. She needed to tell Henry about her own story, and what had happened for her that night. Putting her hand to his cheek, she caressed him as she said, “Henry, I want you to know, I found your family that night. I was walking home and I felt drawn to my tree which is where I found them. I thought they were just sleeping. When I realised, they were dead, I worked all night to bury them, giving them a proper farewell. I think it is why we are drawn to this tree, they are still there in the forest. Watching over us.” She felt his body shudder at her words.

“I…. I never knew, I just ran. I had to run for Adam’s sake, I had to get him to safety. Thank you.” The arms pulled her in close as he buried his face in her neck. She felt his hot tears run onto her shoulder and at that moment her own grief joined his, her own tears flowed for the loss of his family. Those she would never get to meet.

The alarm pulled her back to her room, her bed, she could still feel the hot tears falling on her neck and as she rolled over, she stared into his eyes. The clear understanding is that even though he was in wolf form, he truly was her Henry. She reached up and ran her fingers through his fur, as the tears subsided, she whispered, “Morning, Henry.”

Chapter 10

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One Shot - Henry requesting to be restrained

dialogue

Hmf... Alright. I'll consider it. Only if you consider restraining me. I want to see what it feels like."

@blakerogue

Inspired by and encouraged by @blakerouge

Thank you to @sillyrabbit81 for being my amazing beta reader, encourager and all-around great mischievous friend.

Warning: Fem!dom, restraints, mentions body parts

, word Count: 3100

You had arrived home after a long day at the office, the kitchen smelled great something was in the oven alerting you to the fact your boyfriend of 6 months was home. “Henry? where are you baby?” you called out, the sounds of nails clipping on the wood floors alerted you before a large dog came barrelling towards you. Laughing you bent down to greet the happy pup who was dancing in circles at your feet. “Hey Kal, where’s daddy?”

After a tummy rub and a few kisses from the excited pup, you stood making your way to the only room in the house you hoped he would be. Walking into your bedroom you found him sitting on the bed, with a bag in his hands that made you stop. Fear gripped you as you realised, he had found your secret.

Henry looked up at you, his eyes unreadable as you watched him waiting to see what his reaction would be. His hand pulled out the kitty ears and tail plug that had belonged to your previous partner. Danny had been a good kitten, had been lean, obedient and had fulfilled your need to dominate beautifully, but in the end, there had been something missing. After he had left, you had packed your gear away. For a while you had sworn off partners and just enjoyed your friends, going out to the pub and parting long into the night,

It was on one of these nights that you met Henry; he was everything you had avoided over the years. Strong, muscular, and dominant in nature, and until now you had not believed you could like that kind of man. But Henry had also been sweet and caring, the combination had proven fatal, after wooing you for a month you had given in. That had been the end of your fight. You had locked the Dom up inside you and enjoyed for the first time being weak with someone you had grown to trust.

Nothing could have prepared you for how good he had made you feel, those nights he had held you down, showered you with kisses and bought your body to height’s that none had previously. But now, now that he was there pulling item after item out of the bag and laying them on the bed your Dom began pushing at the edge of its cage. “Where did you find that?” you asked, a slightly hard edge to your voice. Again, he looked at you with unreadable eyes, you were fighting so hard not to outright demand to know what he thought he was doing going through your stuff.

But for once in your life, you didn’t want to stuff this up, didn’t want to lose the man who had filled your days with pure joy. His soft deep voice filled your ears as he replied, “I was adding my clothes to the wardrobe as you suggested, this was tucked in the back where you assigned my clothes to go. I… was curious.”

You huffed at the last statement, “You know curiosity killed the cat.”

He smirked at that statement picking up the ears and tail as he said, “Is that what happened to this poor fellow?”

Sighing, you knew you needed to be honest with him, especially now that he was moving in. It made more sense since he was travelling a lot and when he was here, he basically lived with you anyway. Plus, Kal now had a consistent place to be when he could not go with daddy. Cringing at the thought of what he might say, you sat down next to him on the bed the array of equipment laid between. “Before I met you, I wasn’t so ‘vanilla’, in fact, my preference was skinny subs who liked pet play. After my last partner and I broke up, and it was nothing to do with him I just felt empty I was missing something. I decided to put it all away, he left those behind and I guess I just forgot about them.”

Henry’s face was serious as he asked, “Was it my dominance you were attracted to, something different from what you had before?” A small smile was tugging at his lips as you pulled his hand to your lap playing with his finger’s.

“Yes, and your caring, you are the perfect mix for me Henry. Maybe one day you will realise that about yourself. Maybe you and I can go to one of the clubs I went to, and I can introduce you to my friends. But for now, I can throw these things away. I’m sure he won’t want them back and it's not sanitary to use them on someone else.”

A mischievous look crossed his face as he said, “ Hmf…… alright, I’ll think about it, only if you consider restraining me, I want to see what it feels like. Maybe keep the cuffs I’m sure you can sanitise them”.

At that point, you could only stare at your boyfriend, your strong, muscular dominant boyfriend. Were you hearing correctly, were you dreaming, did he just say… At that point your Dom broke free of her cage, dancing for joy. Both sides of you now in balance as he gave you permission to be you. An evil glint hit your eye as you asked, “Are you sure Henry? It takes a strong man to give up control, not everyone can do it.”

His eyes now shifted to the same determined look he had when you had said no to his first request to date you. “I think by now you know I can handle anything pumpkin, so why don’t I go finish dinner and then after you can show me what it takes to be your submissive.” A shiver ran down your spine at his words, they were said in such a dominant way and yet alluded to something completely different. He stood, muscles flexing through his tan t-shirt and walked out of the room leaving you feeling awed at the turn of events.

While Henry, cooked downstairs you set up the room, this time felt different than all the other times. Excitement filled you as you reattached the restraints to the slats of the baseboard on your bed. You left out your cuffs for hands and feet, replacing everything else in the bag, your hands caressed your spreader bar wondering if he might be up to that level of vulnerability. Maybe next time, if he was up for a next time.

A voice called from downstairs, “Honey dinner’s ready.” Looking at the simple set up you smiled before hurrying down. The smells hit you as you got closer to the kitchen, aromas that you had come to associate with Henry, strong curries, fresh Italian or traditional English cuisine were always on the menu and tonight was no different as he pulled a beautiful fresh Italian fish dish from the oven.

Kal sat in the corner eating his dinner, and Henry pulled your chair out as you sat mouth salivating at the smells coming from your plate. It was a quiet dinner, Henry seemed lost in thought as he ate. For once he did not dominate the conversation. Deciding he needed to come out of his head you ask, “So how was your last project? Are you going to be home long?” This seemed to pull him back to the present, becoming animated again as he explained to you all the pranks that had been played on set, and how the final editing was in progress.

Finally, he said, “The next project is set to start in a few months, so you’re stuck with me baby.” That was said with his signature smirk and attempted wink.

Laughing we cleaned up the kitchen together, everything spotless you noticed he had begun to fidget with the tea towel. Deciding now, it was better to allay his fears, you took his hand and led him into the living room. Kal followed laying at Henry’s feet after you sat him down, “We have to talk before we go upstairs, I am sure your aware of how important communication is when doing something new. Just like you did with me those first few times checking in making sure I was comfortable and feeling safe. I will do the same with you.” A soft smile graced his face at the memory of your first time together. It had been passionate, but you had also been nervous, he had softly coaxed you along each step until you were putty in his hands.

“Ok so what do you want me to do?” he asked tentatively, my Dom was screaming at me to take charge, and just command him, but you wanted to do this differently. “You have a choice, we can just be you and me, but have fun with the restraints or you can let my Dom have control and from the moment we enter the bedroom you will submit to my will. It's up to you, you’re the one who is truly in control as there is nothing I can do without your permission.”

He thought about it for a moment, staring off into nothing before looking back at you. “You know I like control in the bedroom, it’s not a secret and you have for the last 6 months accommodated my whims, so just for tonight why don’t we do it your way. I’ll submit and you let your Dom free.” At the last phrase, he chuckled, maybe it was nerves or maybe he didn’t truly believe you could. All he had seen over the last 6 months was a soft accommodating but not quite a submissive partner.

“Well, if that is the case let’s go over the rules. Once you enter the room I want you to strip, fold your clothes neatly and place them on the tallboy. Then kneel in the middle of the room. At any given time, I will ask you how you are doing, to keep it simple we’ll keep to the traffic light system. Red is stop, Yellow is pause and green is go ahead. Does that make sense?”

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Your votes are in! You’ve already met Tobias, Leila, Kaleo, Delphi, Orion, Pippa, and Cosima, now for this #TSCTuesday, meet Raphael, the smartypants of The Savior’s Champion.

Curt, snarky, and matter-of-fact, Raphael entered the tournament with one goal in mind and zero intention of making friends. Unfortunately for him, he ends up juggling a circle of unwanted allies, and while there’s safety in numbers, that doesn’t mean he has to enjoy their company. He may roll his eyes or dish out a jab from time to time, but you’d be a grouch too if you were surrounded by idiots.

“He’s our resident sage,” Flynn said. “Expert in history, philosophy, and mathematics, yet he wastes his time with childish games.”

“You’re just upset because you never win,” Raphael muttered.

Tobias gestured toward the spread of cards. “What is this?”

“A simple memory game.” Raphael flipped a few cards, revealing painted symbols in black ink. “Tests your wit and deduction. Passes the time, really.”

Flynn snorted. “It’s a bore.”

“Is that why you fail miserably every round?” Raphael raised a black eyebrow. “Because you’re bored?”

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burmecianblackmage · 7 years

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Post #3000

Wow. This here, this just now, is according to tumblr the 3000th post I make on this blog. Who would have thought I’d stick around this long, that I’d post this much on here? And it’s been a wild ride.

I wanna use this opportunity to mention a few people as well as some stats, and since it will get long with the mentions, I figure I’d better start with the boring part - the stats, that is. So, without further ado, here we go:

Blog Statistics

As of this post, I have as already stated 3000 entries posted onto this blog, but those aren’t the only numbers to mention here. I also have liked a whooping 4404 Favorites on here, as well as followed 460 blogs. Now, I know most of these have long since stopped being active, but since I pretty much never unfollow people, that number only kept growing. It’s hard to tell how many are actually still active - and how many of those even are interested in my muse...

But let’s leave that aside! Since this blog was established on February 4, 2014 with this post, a total of 3 years, 7 months and 21 days have passed - or 1329 days in total. Many of those days have been quite interesting, filled with intriguing plays and fun encounters, and I’ve racked up a respectable 2.2573 posts per day average - not bad for a hobby, eh? Especially considering how long some of my posts tend to get...

Anyhow, in all that time, I have been gifted with a total of 433 Followers, some of which enriching my life greatly, and it will be them that I shall adress under the cut. I’ve also somehow pilled up a whooping 273 Drafts saved, but don’t be alarmed: None of those are plays I’m involved in. In fact, it’s almost entirely memes and prompts and whatnot that I stored for later use, and quite frankly, I’d do well to clean them out a bit soon...

On that note let me say that it is a pity that you cannot see a tally of how many notes your posts got, or how many of them were just what. It would have been intriguing to see how often I posted stuff only to be ignored, and how often the things I posted actually spawned something great. Ah well...

Anyhow, without further ado, let’s move to why you guys came to look at this post:

My dear Friends

Below the cut, I will list some of the people most important to me on this blog, and my thoughts on them. Please note that I do not mean to omit anybody, and should I forget someone, it does not happen out of ill-will but rather because I am sometimes a bit forgetful. If you aren’t on this list but would wish to be, then I will gladly make an addendum to it if you notify me, alright?

Maria, the Wild Rose Archer - @artemisxbow

Eri, we’ve now known each other for a good 3 years, but it’s only been in the last one that we really started to talk more, and for our muses to interact more - and look where that has lead us! We subject our two to angst and suffering, we plot evil things and have tons of hurtful ideas, and it’s not rare that I start going off on a tangent when we talk over Discord. Erm, I guess, long story short: I’m glad to know you and to play with you, and I am sorry for always being so mean to our muses. To many more adventures and plays!

Freya, the Lady Dragon Knight - @burmecias-protector

Freya-Mun, you were the first to play with me here on tumblr, and even though our plays have become quite sporadic, I always enjoy seeing you on my dash. You have an interesting way of writing and give Freya a lot of life - with all the joys and troubles that come with it. I wish we could have some more fluid plays between us again, but things are as they are, and I’m just glad we even get to play in the first place. Sceada looks up to Freya, though he’d hesitate to admit so.

Leonora, the lovely Sage - @containyourmainposure

Gwenny, you always used to be one of my favorite roleplayers on here, and I still adore your writing style. Your Leonora has long since become the way I see the canon Leonora as well, and the depth you’ve given her never ceases to amaze me. I really, truly loved writing with you as well as shipping with you - and I am sad that due to how things developed, not only has the ship sunk, but also the time we write together rapidly declined. I know it is mostly for life reasons, still, I can’t help but feel sad over it and miss it. Just like I lament the fact that it’s been ages since we’ve actually finished a thread properly... But things are as they are, and we have to take what we can get, and I’m just glad to still have you around, even if we don’t talk as much anymore. Nonetheless, I am still happy for you and how you improved your life, and hope it keeps getting better!

Leila, the daring Pirate - @dancing-dagger

Leila-Mun, I know we haven’t exactly written as much together and also haven’t really talked much, but I still consider you one of my closer friends on here. You are one that’s always open for fun and doesn’t hold back in her writing, and I really like that. You have great humor and are a pleasure to have around, no matter which muse. I hope we’ll eventually get to play more again, for I feel our muses have an interesting dynamic between them that would be fun to explore, and a number of conflicts awaiting them - be it as friends or more. I’ll try and reach out to you more soon, I promise!

Vani, the Halfling Rogue - @not-a-rogue

Lou, I’m gonna be honest with you, when I first saw you switching muses I was a bit sad. Your Porom looked very promising, and I would have loved to play more with her - but that is not to say that I like Vani any less than her, oh no. Vani has quickly become one of the most intriguing and amusing muses on my dash, and it is ever so great how she keeps forcing Sceada out of his shell with how she acts around him. Granted, sometimes that proves to be a mistake, but all in all both he and I really like your Halfling - and you too, of course. You are fun to talk with, and a really, really talented artist. I don’t know if others think so too, but you strike me as one of those muns that is just refreshingly uncomplicated and easy to approach - and I for one look forward to many more plays with you and your muses!

Emerya, the Envoy of the Fey - @atieflingwarlock

Emerya-Mun, I have to say I really, really love your muse, more than I’d ever have expected to. She is so much fun to read, yet also hides so much tragedy, and both me and Sceada genuinely want to learn more about her, and if possible to help mend her wounds. It amuses me time and time again how easily she can fluster Sceada, and how she has this very special charm to herself. I’m curious just where these two could go in the future, and how it’d all develop - and I have a good feeling that in due time, we may see it happen. Also I wanna thank you again for your help “translating” Sceada into a DnD setting, it was a lot of fun to build him up like that and now having him try and show what he can do!

Aria, the Maiden of Water - @nymphaxea

Aria-Mun, I know we haven’t known each other for long and haven’t talked all that much, but you seem like a very nice person and quite frankly, I like the way you portray your muse. The way she acts and thinks is at the same time quite admirable and challenging for my Sceada, as evidenced by that thread where he got unexpectedly angry over her resignation. I feel they have an interesting dynamic, and the few things we discussed felt very fitting too - and the best thing, it still leaves the door open for many possible directions these two could go. I hope we’ll get to explore their relationship more in future plays, and that you’ll feel better soon!

Amina, the reckless Adventurer - @the-shadow-of-a-wielder

Gem, I really like plotting and playing with you, and Amina is such an intriguing character, full of mystery and magic. I enjoy her personality as much as your willingness to throw her at anything, for better or worse. We can hatch so many different plots and scenarios, it’s amazing. Also, you are a very nice person, and to quote freely, “your crazy matches my crazy rather well”. I look forward to keep playing with you and eventually inch closer to uncovering the mysteries about Amina and her origins. Maybe we can even revive the two other verses we had? I’d certainly be all up for that!

Lenora, the Embodiment of Love - @thislovelylady // Edea, Grandmarshall of Eternia - @ladyofeternia

Lanna, Lanna, Lanna... - Of course a list like this would not be complete without you. We may neither play nor talk as often anymore as we used to, but back when I started out, you were a pretty big influence on my roleplaying, especially on Kamiizumi. The headcanons and angsty plots we created are treasured memories to me, and I have never stopped liking the way you write. It’s a bit sad that our muses don’t mesh that well with each another, because quite frankly, I do miss playing with you. Maybe one day this will be different again, who knows. Either way, I just wanna say thank you for all the times we interacted, and all the things I managed to learn from you or thanks to you. You were the heart of the Bravely RP community, and will always be remembered as such.

Brii, the Dragonhearted - @briidunviing

Brii, you know that even though we’ve barely had a thread so far between our muses, that I nonetheless consider you one of my best friends on here. You’re probably the one I talk the most with out of rp, and we seem to get along pretty well. You know I always have an open ear for you - and I’m sure you have one for me too. That having been said, I do quite like your muse! It’s a very interesting OC with a lot of inner turmoil, and the kind you just wanna help - even if you don’t know how. I’m curious to see where our muses will go once the blizzard calms down, but either way I’d be delighted to play more with you, friend.

Further Mentions:

All of you are people that I do play with and that I enjoy seeing on my dash. I’m sorry I didn’t dedicate you your own paragraph here, but if you would want me to talk a bit more about you, then by all means feel free to notify me and I’ll make an addendum for you! But even if I do not dedicate a paragraph to you, please know that I really, really enjoy seeing you on my dash and like playing with you, no matter how much or how little we’ve done so far! You are precious friends to me!

Jack, the cunning Thief - @ofgil || Teledji, the sleazy Merchant - @high-stakes-gambler || Kefka, the insane God of Magic - @light-of-judgment || Terra, the Half-Esper - @riotxblade || Vhaso’a, the tailoring Red Mage - @thevermiliongaelicatte || Lily, the aspiring Summoner - @losteidolon || Rojo, the red Chocobo - @fabulousredkweh & Lamya, the Chocobo-Breeder - @bokobreeder || Fran, the dignified Viera - @feralstriike || Faris, the Pirate Captain - @ask-captain-faris

This list would not be complete (or rather, more incomplete...) without the old friends that sadly no longer are active, but never will be forgotten. I always loved playing with you, you were wonderful people, and even if with some of you it’s only been a small number of plays, I treasure you nonetheless and silently hope that maybe one day, I might see you again:

Ritz, the valiant Student - @viera-blessed || Garuda, the sealed Primal - @ladyofgentlebreezes || Calisto, the Burmecian Knight - @burmecianknight || Garnet, the summoning Princess - @beyondtheflyingbird || Locke, the Treasure Hunter - @thepricewasright || Minfilia, the Antecedent - @sharlayanmistress || Eiko, the Lady of Lindblum - @ladyoflindblum || Garnet, the kind-hearted Queen - @avaliantqueen || Selphie, the cheerful SEEED @sunny-explosions

And finally, there are also some people I have yet to actually play with, but that are often on my dash and I enjoy reading immensly. There are differing reasons why we don’t play, and it is alright that we don’t, but should things ever change, I’d be delighted to start something with you! Until then, please allow me to keep admiring your writng from afar^^

Kuja, the magnificent Genome - @xkuja || Hylia, the Great Goddess - @hyliahergrace || Amaterasu, Mother to All - @mammaterasu || Mipha, the graceful Champion - @elegansproelior || Mikoto, the animated Genome - @emptyshards @xbranbal || Kitsuno, the dancing Princess - @foxlike-ffxiv || Eiko, the perky Summoner @sukoshishokan

Thank you all for enriching my experience here as a roleplayer! I love you all <3

Patrick~

#TreasuredMemories #ooc #This felt like a fitting milestone #so I prepared for it a bit in advance #Anyhow!#I love you all #I hope you know that!!

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garlean-empire · 3 months

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FebHyurary - 1. START

A different path for each of them

#ffxiv #febhyurary #character: leila sage #character: keilan n'vyletho #character: tyria n'vyletho #gposers #ffxiv gif #i dont know if I will do every single day of the challenge but I will try!

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unicornstardusts · 7 years

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a multi-muse survey.

from @ofmymuses i believe ! is the original source.

name of your favorite muse: i mean...my babies obvs. Valerie Sage, Leila Corvinus, Nikolai Belikov.

name of your very first muse: Sailor Venus (oh, anime rp).

name of your meanest muse: Alina Roux - retired now (SADLY) but yeah she keeps this title.

name of your nicest muse: Valerie Sage and Benjamin Darling - MY SUNSHINES.

name of your most troubled muse: Nikolai Belikov and Jackson Verlac.

character you have the most muse for atm: ...shit um. Valerie Sage probs. And Nikolai.

two of your muses that would never get along: Leila Corvinus and Nikolai Belikov (i’ve actually written a few multi-muse crossover drabbles and THESE TWO JUST CAN’T).

two of your muses that could be best friends: Valerie Sage and Benjamin Darling.

two of your muses that would make a cute couple: i honest to go can’t think of two. they’re all hung up on someone. CRAP UMMM...yeah i got nothing.

two of your muses that are most similar: Valerie and Ben. Then, Leila and Naomi (sorta).

name of the muse you’d be best friends with irl: Valerie Sage oooobbvs.

name of the muse you’d probably hate irl: Alina, I think. idk she’s just flat out heartless.

a faceclaim you’ve been eager to use: Adelaide Kane and Colin O’Donoghue (REALLY WANT LATTER...SO BaD).

#this was fun #i want more questions #nettie things #writer things

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It’s August already and the summer is almost over. I can’t believe how time has flown. I’m not sure where June and July went. It feels like just last week that spring classes were ending and summer classes beginning.

School will be starting up again in a few short weeks. We’ll have a full cohort of students back on campus. The lines for coffee will be never ending and parking will be nowhere to be found. Life will definitely get more exciting.

Here are the suggestions from UCF Libraries faculty and staff to help you get back in the mindset for learning. They range from academic subjects to serious fiction to a favorite comic. Welcome to the 2017-18 academic year!

Click on the Keep Reading link to see the full list of books along with their descriptions and catalog links.

Chronicle of a Last Summer by Yasmine El Rashidi A young Egyptian woman chronicles her personal and political coming of age in this debut novel. Cairo, 1984. A blisteringly hot summer. A young girl in a sprawling family house. Her days pass quietly: listening to a mother's phone conversations, looking at the Nile from a bedroom window, watching the three state-sanctioned TV stations with the volume off, daydreaming about other lives. Underlying this claustrophobic routine is mystery and loss. Relatives mutter darkly about the newly-appointed President Mubarak. Everyone talks with melancholy about the past. People disappear overnight. Her own father has left, too--why, or to where, no one will say. We meet her across three decades, from youth to adulthood. At once a mapping of a city in transformation and a story about the shifting realities and fates of a single Egyptian family, Yasmine El Rashidi's Chronicle of a Last Summer traces the fine line between survival and complicity, exploring the conscience of a generation raised in silence. Suggested by Sara Duff, Acquisitions & Collections

Deadly Outbreaks: How Medical Detectives Save Lives Threatened by Killer Pandemics, Exotic Viruses, and Drug-Resistant Parasites by Alexandra M. Levitt Despite advances in health care, infectious microbes continue to be a formidable adversary to scientists and doctors. Vaccines and antibiotics, the mainstays of modern medicine, have not been able to conquer infectious microbes because of their amazing ability to adapt, evolve, and spread to new places. Terrorism aside, one of the greatest dangers from infectious disease we face today is from a massive outbreak of drug-resistant microbes. Deadly Outbreaks recounts the scientific adventures of a special group of intrepid individuals who investigate these outbreaks around the world and figure out how to stop them. Part homicide detective, part physician, these medical investigators must view the problem from every angle, exhausting every possible source of contamination. Any data gathered in the field must be stripped of human sorrows and carefully analyzed into hard statistics. Suggested by Megan Haught, Teaching & Engagement/Research & Information Services

Do It Anyway: The Next Generation of Activists by Courtney E. Martin If you care about social change but hate feel-good platitudes, Do It Anyway is the book for you. Courtney Martin’s rich profiles of the new generation of activists dig deep, to ask the questions that really matter: How do you create a meaningful life? Can one person even begin to make a difference in our hugely complex, globalized world? Suggested by Sara Duff, Acquisitions & Collections

Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell Being consummate fans of the Simon Snow series helped Cath and her twin sister, Wren, cope as little girls whose mother left them, but now, as they start college but not as roommates, Cath fears she is unready to live without Wren holding her hand--and without her passion for Snow. Suggested by Megan Haught, Teaching & Engagement/Research & Information Services

Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger The short story, Franny, takes place in an unnamed college town and tells the tale of an undergraduate who is becoming disenchanted with the selfishness and inauthenticity she perceives all around her. The novella, Zooey, is named for Zooey Glass, the second-youngest member of the Glass family. As his younger sister, Franny, suffers a spiritual and existential breakdown in her parents' Manhattan living room -- leaving Bessie, her mother, deeply concerned -- Zooey comes to her aid, offering what he thinks is brotherly love, understanding, and words of sage advice. Suggested by Christina Wray, Digital Learning & Engagement Librarian

Freedom is a Constant Struggle: Ferguson, Palestine, and the Foundations of a Movement by Angela Y. Davis In these newly collected essays, interviews, and speeches, world-renowned activist and scholar Angela Y. Davis illuminates the connections between struggles against state violence and oppression throughout history and around the world. Reflecting on the importance of black feminism, intersectionality, and prison abolitionism for today's struggles, Davis discusses the legacies of previous liberation struggles, from the Black Freedom Movement to the South African anti-Apartheid movement. She highlights connections and analyzes today's struggles against state terror, from Ferguson to Palestine. Facing a world of outrageous injustice, Davis challenges us to imagine and build the movement for human liberation. Suggested by Megan Haught, Teaching & Engagement/Research & Information Services

From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler by E.L. Kronisburg Claudia and Jamie, pampered suburban children, run away from their Connecticut home and go straight to New York's Metropolitan Museum of Art where their ingenuity enables them to live in luxury, even though on borrowed time. Suggested by Jamie LaMoreaux, Acquisitions & Collections

Life of Pi by Yann Martel Possessing encyclopedia-like intelligence, unusual zookeeper's son Pi Patel sets sail for America, but when the ship sinks, he escapes on a life boat and is lost at sea with a dwindling number of animals until only he and a hungry Bengal tiger remain. Suggested by Larry Cooperman, Research & Information Services

Lord of the Flies by William Golding The classical study of human nature depicts the degeneration of a group of schoolboys who are marooned on a tropical island after a plane crash. Suggested by Andrew Hackler, Circulation

Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave by Frederick Douglass The preeminent American slave narrative first published in 1845, Frederick Douglass’s Narrative powerfully details the life of the abolitionist from his birth into slavery in 1818 to his escape to the North in 1838, how he endured the daily physical and spiritual brutalities of his owners and driver, how he learned to read and write, and how he grew into a man who could only live free or die. Suggested by Cindy Dancel, Research & Information Services

Originals: How Non-conformists Move the World by Adam Grant How can we originate new ideas, policies, and practices without risking it all? Using surprising studies and stories spanning business, politics, sports, and entertainment, Grant explores how to recognize a good idea, speak up without getting silenced, build a coalition of allies, choose the right time to act, and manage fear and doubt; how parents and teachers can nurture originality in children; and how leaders can fight groupthink to build cultures that welcome dissent. Suggested by Carrie Moran, User Engagement Librarian

Siddhartha by Herman Hesse The title of this novel is a combination of two Sanskrit words, “siddha,” which is defined as “achieved,” and “artha” which is defined as “meaning” or “wealth.” The word serves as the name for the principal character, a man on a spiritual journey of self-discovery during the time of the first Buddha. Siddhartha is the son of a wealthy Brahmin family who decides to leave his home in the hopes of gaining spiritual illumination. Siddhartha is joined by his best friend Govinda. The two renounce their earthly possessions, engage in ritual fasting and intense meditation and ultimately seek out and speak with Gautama, the original Buddha. Here the two go their separate ways, Govinda joining the order of the Buddha, Siddhartha traveling on in search of spiritual enlightenment. In order to complete this novel Hesse immersed himself in the sacred teachings of both Hindu and Buddhist scriptures and lived a semi-reclusive life in order to achieve his own spiritual enlightenment. It is a work that deals with the quest that we all undertake in some way or another, to define our lives in an environment of conflicting dualities and ultimately find spiritual awareness. Suggested by Cindy Dancel, Research & Information Services

The Face on the Milk Carton by Caroline B. Cooney A photograph of a missing girl on a milk carton leads Janie on a search for her real identity. Suggested by Megan Haught, Teaching & Engagement/Research & Information Services

The Kindness of Enemies by Leila Aboulela History professor Natasha is researching the life of Imam Shamil, a 19th-century Muslim leader who led a resistance against Russia during the Caucasian War. She discovers that Oz, one of her students, is descended from the historical figure and also possesses his legendary sword. As their relationship intensifies, Natasha is forced to confront issues of her own Muslim heritage in the post-9/11 world. Suggested by Sara Duff, Acquisitions & Collections

The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl, Vol. 1, Squirrel Power by Ryan North Doctor Doom, Deadpool, even Thanos: There’s one hero who’s beaten them all — and now she’s starring in her own series! That’s right, it’s SQUIRREL GIRL! The nuttiest and most upbeat super hero in the world is starting college! And as if meeting her new roommate and getting to class on time isn’t hard enough, now she has to deal with Kraven the Hunter, too? At least her squirrel friend Tippy-Toe is on hand to help out. But what can one girl, and one squirrel, do when a hungry Galactus heads toward Earth? You’d be surprised! With time running out and Iron Man lending a helping hand (sort of), who will win in the battle between the Power Cosmic and the Power Chestnut? Plus: Squirrel Girl’s classic debut! Suggested by Sara Duff, Acquisitions & Collections

#back to school #ucf library #ucf libraries bookshelf #suggeste #booklr

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