#may try to thick ones in the blueish color

[houseofceline]

My Pretty Girl - T.N.

Starry Eyes

Pairing: Ravenclaw and sort of ditzy but talented Reader x Slytherin notorious playboy Theodore Nott

Warnings: None (yet ;))

“Starry eyes

What can I do for your attention.”

Summary: Theodore’s late to class but Snape blessed him with the opportunity of sitting next to a cute Ravenclaw who’s no help at all.

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Clockwise or counterclockwise? 

You honestly didn’t even know anymore. No matter how many hours you spent on reading the thick potions textbook or wasting bottles after bottles of ink on notes you still barely passed the class. 

You were starting to get a headache from trying to picture the text in your head. Everything was starting to become foggy. You sat down, defeated, and began doodling on the parchment instead of writing detailed instructions on how to make the stupid potion. So much for a Ravenclaw. 

Hmm off shoulder or puffed sleeves?

 You bit your lip trying to decide which option would look better on the dress you sketched out. The classroom was calming with little chattering among your classmates in the back allowing you to work easier. You could never work or do anything in silence, it drove you crazy. 

Suddenly the door slammed open causing you to jump a bit in your seat. 

“Nice of you to join us Mr. Nott, although your presence was expected half an hour ago,” Snape drawled out in his infamous monotone voice. 

“Sorry I overslept,” he shrugged while adjusting his tie. Some students who were listening in laughed. With his messed up tie and ‘burn marks’ on his neck, it was clear that he was definitely doing more than just sleeping. 

Snape nodded and pointed at the empty seat next to you, not surprising anyone that he didn’t take away any house points from his house. 

Theodore eyed you as he walked towards your table. He would’ve preferred sitting with his house, but he could never pass up the chance to sit next to a pretty girl. White blouse with a lace neckline and sleeves, black plaid skirt, Ravenclaw tie, black sleek hair, and a white headband. You didn’t fit into the usual type of girls he went for, but you were cute. 

Theodore took the seat next to you before tapping on your shoulder. 

You turned to him and almost jumped when you found his eyes on you. Gorgeous blueish grayish eyes. 

So pretty, this might be my new favorite color. 

“So uh,” Theo cleared his throat ignoring the fact that he swore he just saw your eyes sparkle, “what are we doing?” 

You blinked. Under the pressure of a somewhat attractive boy it made your memory much worse. 

“Umm, we’re brewing a potion and writing?” 

You had hoped that didn’t come out as a question and hoped that he’d just nod and ask someone else. 

Theodore raised an eyebrow and glanced at your blue tie again. 

“Which potion exactly?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at you as if you were lying to him. 

“Antidote to potions. Wait, no poisons. The common one. Wait, maybe the uncommon ones. Well I don’t think there’s a big difference. I mean, shouldn’t the uncommon ones be stronger and still fix the common ones?” You rambled on, looking off to the side lost in your own thoughts. 

Theodore blinked. The sorting hat rarely makes errors, maybe you were high but then again Lovegood’s also a Ravenclaw. The looney population in Ravenclaw must be high. 

“Why can’t they just make a super strong potion that fixes every poison? That’d make our jobs easier and we wouldn’t have to memorize so many potions,” you giggled as you turned back to your sketches. 

Theodore looked over your shoulder to try and catch a glimpse of your paper but instead your sketches caught his eye. You may be no help in potions, but you sure can draw. 

“Are you going to make that?” He asked while you squirmed at the close proximity of his face to yours. 

“Yes,” you mumbled shyly, scared of the criticism that might follow. You loved designing and fashion. It was one of the only things that came naturally to you, but coming from a family of doctors you were vulnerable to criticism for not following in their path. 

“Cute,” he said before his eyes found your potions paper. 

Common poisons. Theodore noticed that you only had half the page completed and chuckled. 

He got up towards the ingredients cabinet and grabbed his ingredients and the ones you were missing. 

Potions came easy to him. Not only did the teacher bias his house, but his mother was a skilled potions maker as well. Matter of fact her entire side of the family were. He had spent most of his summers in his manor reading journals of potion experiments and advanced information that weren’t even in his school textbooks. 

He quickly prepared his ingredients and started on his potion while continuing yours on the side. Luckily you were both in the back and Snape couldn’t catch him. He wrote down his notes and instructions making a mental note to tell you to copy them down later. You’d need it. 

Maybe he was also placed in the wrong house. Today, Hufflepuff seemed more fitting. You were lucky that you’re cute. 

#theodore nott x you #theo nott x reader #theodore nott imagine #draco malfoy x reader #hogwarts oc #hogwarts au #harry potter #slytherin #ravenclaw #slytherin boys #draco malfoy #blaise zabini #theodore nott #mattheo riddle #lorenzo berkshire #hp fandom #hp fanfic

[twomanyfandomshelp]

(Making you go to therapy because I did too lol💙) Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~) 🌈 🌈 ← I'm actually deciding it's negotiable, send it to whoever you want!!

Oh boy, let’s see how this goes. I’m just kidding… kinda

1. I like my eyes. They’re a very pretty blueish greenish greyish color (very hard to describe, but beautiful, thanks mom and dad!)

2. I also really like my hair. It’s a dark blonde, but it has all these really pretty natural highlights in it, and it’s super thick and soft and silky (when I don’t go multiple days without washing it, I’m busy okay?). So, yeah. I like my hair. Thanks mom.

3. Since the first two were physical traits, let’s go with personality. Um, I like that I am unashamed of who I am. If you don’t like me, okay, you can leave. It took years of work to get to the point where I generally don’t care what people think about me (just strangers, I very deeply care what my friends and family think about me). My mom and sister think that I’ve always just been unapologetically me, but it took work. But that’s a whole different can of worms that I may or may not eventually make a post about.

4. I like that I am so comfortable with my sexuality, but that’s probably because I live in an area that’s very accepting and my parents have always expressed nothing but support and love for the LGBTQIA+ community (I have yet to come out to them, but I’m gonna tell them when school ends). Also, it’s really funny listening to all of my friends rant about boys and I’m just sitting there laughing at their struggles but somehow actually giving really good relationship advice despite being aroace and never having been in a romantic relationship of any kind. Guess it’s the objectivity.

5. I like that I know how to cook and bake. Both activities are very calming to me, just following a recipe allows me to take my mind off everything and know that I don’t have to worry about screwing up because the instructions are right there, and I often end up stress baking or cooking. Thanks mom and dad for teaching me how to take care of myself!

Sorry I took so long to answer, I was kinda struggling with this one 😣

Off I go to try and figure out which followers I have to send this to (I don’t wanna choose, I love all my followers 😢).

#mutuals #mutual asks #ask me anything #my inbox is open #ask game

[justcallmebymyname]

I got tired of trying to figure out what tribe I would be in, so I just made my own. I really hope you all like it!

The Herwìpay are a remarkable species of cold water na'vi, distinguished by their unique features. They proudly display a sleek, light blueish gray skin and a thin fur coat fur coat adorned with elegant spots reminiscent of human world seals, offering both protection and remarkable camouflage in their snowy surroundings. Beneath this fur, a thin layer of blubber acts as a natural insulator, ensuring warmth and comfort in the frigid waters they call home.

Further setting them apart, the Herwìpay showcase long, flowing black straight hair adorned with an array of seashells and colorful pebbles. These intricately decorated hair ornaments hold profound cultural significance, representing the unique stories and experiences of each individual within their community. As they swim gracefully through cold waters, their hair dances like a tapestry of memories, creating a mesmerizing sight resonating with the harmony of their aquatic world.

One of their most striking features is their mesmerizing golden eyes, reminiscent of the Omaticaya Clan. These glistening orbs, like molten gold, hold a mysterious depth mirroring the secrets of the icy waters they call home. Beyond their beauty, these captivating eyes play a pivotal role in their keen perception, aiding navigation of intricate landscapes and detecting the subtlest movements of their prey.

Similar to the Metkayina Clan, the Herwìpay sport thick and lengthy tails extending gracefully from their bodies. These impressive tails, combined with extended and robust forearms, testify to their evolutionary prowess. These adaptations, both aesthetic and practical, provide enhanced stability and agility as they navigate their icy world, engaging in hunting and survival activities. With their slicked-back ears, the Herwìpay exhibit a streamlined adaptation that facilitates effortless movement through the water. This evolutionary feature enhances their agility, allowing them to navigate their aquatic environment with ease and grace, a testament to their harmonious integration with the frigid waters they inhabit.

In their frigid realms, the Herwìpay ingeniously fashion clothing from the hides of seal-like creatures thriving in their environment and fabrics made from silk of the native creatures silk woven eggs. Meticulously crafted garments, made from supple, waterproof skins, serve a dual purpose—providing essential protection from harsh elements and icy waters, while paying homage to the creatures they share their habitat with. This reflects a deep respect for the delicate balance of their ecosystem, showcasing the Herwìpay's resourcefulness and profound connection with their environment.

These resourceful beings predominantly inhabit elevated regions near expansive bodies of water, thriving in their aquatic environment. Their culinary preferences lean predominantly toward aquatic fare, feasting predominantly on a diet of fish and various marine life. On occasion, they may venture onto land to hunt animals that come too close to the water, showcasing adaptability and resourcefulness in changing circumstances.

The Herwìpay have honed their survival skills through a distinctive arsenal of weapons resembling those of other resourceful indigenous peoples. Notable among their tools is the spear-thrower, a precise and effective means of propelling harpoons with remarkable accuracy. In their pursuit of sustenance and protection, the Herwìpay also wield a cable-backed bow, tailored for the power and precision needed for hunting both aquatic and terrestrial game. Additionally, the like weapon kakivak plays a crucial role in their ice fishing endeavors, boring holes through thick ice to access aquatic treasures beneath. The harpoon, a versatile and essential instrument, serves as the linchpin of their marine hunting, enabling them to secure sustenance from the bountiful waters surrounding them. These finely crafted tools underscore the Herwìpay's adeptness in adapting to their environment, showcasing resourcefulness in their quest for survival.

Much like their reef-dwelling cousins, the Herwìpay adorn themselves with tattoos reminiscent of the Inuit people in the human world. These intricate markings serve as a cultural expression, weaving stories and symbols into their skin, reflecting a deep connection to tradition and a visual narrative of their unique experiences within the icy realms they call home.

The Herwìpay's connection to Eywa bears similarities to their reef-dwelling cousins, uniquely adapted to their frigid environment. Their sacred tree, submerged beneath icy waters, poses an extraordinary challenge to reach. To commune with Eywa, one must undertake a perilous journey—swimming through freezing waters, navigating treacherous ice formations, and evading occasional predators. This daunting pilgrimage to their underwater arboreal sanctuary is a testament to their unwavering devotion and deep bond with their spiritual connection to Eywa.

The Herwìpay, in their aquatic realm, have crafted a unique silent communication method – a distinctive sign language that intricately weaves connections within their community. Complementing this, they wield a remarkable echolocation ability, granting them the capacity to hear and navigate with precision beneath the water's surface. This dual communication system not only highlights their adaptability to the aquatic environment but also amplifies their interactions and coordination within the profound depths they can dive to and to hunt.

Upon the birth of a child among the Herwìpay, a sacred rite known as "Mawey Pay" is initiated. This profound ceremony signifies the child's introduction to the clan and spiritual connection to the icy realm. The mother, as the primary caretaker, traditionally oversees this pivotal moment, cradling her newborn in the cold waters. In the absence of the mother, the father or grandmother may step in to fulfill this crucial role.

As teenagers come of age, they undertake a transformative group pilgrimage to the sacred tree, embarking on a perilous adventure known as "Ekxtxu Pay." Holding their breath, they navigate icy waters, deftly maneuvering around imposing icebergs and cautiously evading formidable predators lurking in the depths. This daring and profound ritual solidifies their bond with the clan and reinforces their place within the Herwìpay community.

#avatar fanfiction #avatar #avatar oc

[tipsycad147]

Violets:Medical and Culinary Uses

As temperatures start to get warmer and spring starts to rear its head, a sweet purple bloom starts to appear. With heart shaped leaves and a range of petal colors from white to blueish purple, these wild violets are known by many.

While it is considered a weed or wild ground cover by many people it is truly so much more. Useful for food and medicine, this is a wild forager plant everyone should know and use.

What are Violets?

Violets come from a genus of somewhere around 600 types of the Viola family. The most common types we see in yards and garden are the Sweet English violet (Viola Odorata) and the Wild garden Violet (Viola Sororia/Viola Papilionacea). Both of these are edible and share many physical similarities.

If you decide to spread seeds or cuttings, know that violets are likely to take over your gardens and walkways. A shrinking violet they are not!

Depending on what part of the world you live in, violets tend to start showing up somewhere around April or May and continue to sprout over early summer. Once it’s hot, they settle down for awhile only to reemerge with the cooling temps of fall.

What can I do with them?

The great part of these cute little flowers is they are more than just a decorative bloom. They are completely edible, while also holding medicinal properties. High in Vitamins A and C (they actually hold more Vit. C by weight than oranges do!) they are a great addition to salads and sandwiches for some veggie fiber and vitamin and minerals.

Culinary uses of Violets

A more everyday use for violets are teas,vinegar, and syrups. These are used both for culinary and medical uses.

Syrups

Syrups can be used for pancakes, flavorings in tea or lemonade, drizzled across ice cream and more.Try adding to honey for a sweet syrup that also helps with coughs and upset tummies(just remember babies under 1 year cannot have honey!)

Tea

Dry the flowers for use all year in teas. Use a mixture of the leaves and flower to make a tea that is good at helping to calm anxiety and stress, relieving headaches and hydrating the body.

*Use 2 Tb of dried leaves and 1 Tb of dried flowers or 2-3 Tb of fresh flowers and steep in hot water for 5 minutes.

Vinegar and Salad Greens

Fresh violet leaves taste better than cooking them. Cooking violet leaves tend to make them very gooey and blech due to their mucilaginous state when heated(aka they turn into a thick gel). However, this is actually a really great way to thicken soups and stews naturally while adding in greens.

Jelly

If you want to take the violet syrup a step further and make some great gifts for the holidays, try making violet jelly. A pale purple with a sweet floral taste, violet jelly is a nice burst of spring in the winter.

We make violet, lilac, rose and honeysuckle jelly’s over the spring and summer for back up gifts. A small loaf of homemade bread and a jelly jar full of the pretty pastel colors make for an easy gift you can make months in advance.

Infused Sugar

The last culinary use for violets I’ll give you is making violet sugar. You simply take violets and sugar and run them through a food processor or grinder. Similar to lilac or rose sugar, the flowers give a light color to the flower to making it pretty while not overpowering the flavor of the sugar. Use for candying other violets, sprinkling on cookies or even for sugar scrubs and soaps.

Medical Uses for Violets

The greatest part about using violets for medical as well as culinary is you use a lot of the same products. Teas, vinegar and syrups are all popular for medical ailments as well as salves, oils and ointments. Violets have many medical attributes that make them useful for the modern homesteader.

Cooling and Inflammation

The number one use for violets is their superb cooling abilities. Violets are super useful at hydrating and cooling the body, relieving dry skin, inflammation and fevers. Who would think that much cooling power was in such a tiny flower?

Headaches

Violets also contain salicylic acid, a natural source similar to aspirin. Native Americans actually used to make a poultice of violet flowers specifically to relieve headaches!

Anti-septic and burns

Oral and Respiratory Ailments

In the Renaissance era, violets were claimed to help cure throat and mouth cancer. While not a definitive ” cure” violets are definitely good for mouth and respiratory ailments.

Sore throats and colds are soothed with a cough syrup made from honey,violets and other herbs. Sinus infections and other respiratory illnesses can be dealt with quicker by the violets boost of the immune system.

Lymphatics( Lymph Nodes)

One of the coolest things I found out about violets is that they help to stimulate our lymphatic glands to detox the body. Especially good for mastitis and breast issues, use an infused oil and daily massage to stimulate your lymph nodes and encourage bodily health.

HOW TO MAKE VIOLET INFUSED OIL OR VINEGAR

Gather violets until you fill your container.(I use small mason jars typically because I use multiple kinds of oils and vinegar.)

Fill with oil or vinegar of choice.

Infuse. Now your options are the slow and easy method or the stove top method. It depends on how soon you need your oil.( Check out my post on my citrus vinegar cleaner for more info on infusing and how to fill your jar and store it)

If you would like to turn your infused oil into a salve, melt some beeswax and add to it. Check out the Nerdy Farm Wife for a full recipe and tutorial using violet leaves.( Check out her page for a lot of awesome tutorials. She’s my number one go to for salve and soap recipes)

Health Safety Warnings for Violets

There are a few warnings for using and consuming violets however!

First is make sure if you are eating and using violet products, don’t overwhelm your body. Violets do contain mild laxative properties and too much too soon will create a big mess.

Also, only use the leaves and flowers. There are some native American tribes that use the roots externally for joint pain supposedly but internal consumption of the roots will make you throw up!

And lastly, if you are in taking violets regularly, let your doctor know, especially if you are going to be having surgery in the near future. This is a safety measure as some of the medical properties of violets can cause an increase in bleeding.

So that’s the general breakdown on how to use violets for food and medicine. What other ideas can you think of?

Check out my Pinterest page for recipes and more ideas on wild foraging and if you missed Friday’s post on how to use violets for daily magical work make sure to check that out as well!

[lu-twilights-pup]

Hey if you're still taking requests, how would the chain stop a creep from bothering the reader? Like pretending to be their s/o or in like winds case taking the opportunity to cause general havoc

Howdy! I went a bit off rail with this one, sorry ^^’

This one will be in 2 parts! Part one will a have Four, Hyrule, Legend, and Time!! Part 2 will be (here) once its out!!

DISCLAIMERS:

Gender neutral reader, nonconsensual touching, implied attempted assault, creep, violence, vulgar language, the boys being heathens

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The breeze carried over the ocean cooled everyone off as they traveled along. The beach side town they caught sitting in the distance offered a haven they hadn't realized they were waiting for. Once the group had entered the town they had paired off to collect supplies. This was supposedly a time of peace between hero eras, so you made off on your own to look around the booths unbothered. You were browsing the stalls, looking for a spot to stop and sit for a second, when you bumped into someone.

“Oh, my bad!” You quickly back up out of their space, the person turned to look at you angrily. Though once they fully turned and looked you once over, their anger curled into a sick grin.

“Oh, its no problem at all sweetheart.” He leaned in a bit too close. His breath was heavy in the air around you two, thick with cigarette and alcohol. Youre face scrunched up at the smell and you fought to cover your nose and gag. He had a mustache that curled around his face into side burns , unruly and unkept.

“I- umh, I’ll get out of your hair then.” You were quick to try and spin on your heel away from the man, though he followed your path and blocked the way. He walked up onto you space, forcing your back to the near by beam outside of an empty stall.

“Now now, whats the rush, pretty thing, just gonna bump and run? That’s rather rude dontcha think?” He smirked down at you, placing a hand on the beam behind you. “I said sorry, didnt I?” You glared up at him, trying to slide out from under him, though his other hand came and caught your upper arm before you could. You attempted to push him off and swipe at his face, but he held you firm. Pulling youre face closer to his, “Gusty little thing arent you?”. He was bigger than you, where you may have had speed, he had the strength to catch you if you tried to run again. You were stuck between a rock and a hard place. ‘Shit.’

Four:

To say you looked uncomfortable would be an understatement.

Once the group had entered the town they had paired off. You seemed fine enough off on youre own. He had finished up what he was looking for and was ready to start looking for the others when they caught sight of youre situation.

Backed up agaisnt a beam. A stranger man hovering over you, much too close over you at that. He seemed to have a vice grip on your arm as well and that was enough for Four to step in. A mirage of colors flashed through his eyes before finally settling between a blueish-violet.

“Gusty little thing aren’t you?” The man croaked out in you’re face, you winced back from his breath.

“They really are. So are you apparently.” Four spoke, spooking the man upon his quiet approach. He placed his full focus on you, “I was wondering where you went dear, its best we get going, no?” The man seemed thrown off for a moment before collecting his demeanor.

“Bug off brat!” He snapped, tightening his grip as you tried to slip away.

“Not with out my beloved…or you’re head.” Four replied, muttering the last part a bit deeper in tone. This, for one, unsettled all parties, Four almost looked shock at themself for a moment, but you had to squint to see it.

“What’d you say yo-!” When the man turned around he was met with the tip of a sword pointed at his face. There Four stood. Sword in hand, gripped lose and casual, though to anyone skilled with it, it was very clear he was well prepared for a fight. His face was as nuetral as ever, a dark haze seemed to fall over his eyes as he looked down, or up in this case, his nose at the perpetrator. Both stood stock still in the moment. The sounds of the town behind you all began to blur down to just the scattering of mice in the side street. Despite being outside, the air had begun to still and stale around them. The cool, sharp sparks of magic clung to the sword and crept up the blade towards the mans face. Who for a moment looked highly disturbed, before morphing into anger.

“You little bugger, piss off-“ He made to swipe at Four, who preemptively dodged the swing, working is sword around the mans torso, though never actually cutting him. While the man had thunderous steps, Four kept themselves light and fluid in their movements until, eventually, they were on your side between you and the man. He had placed a hand on your side and used you closer behind him to shield you. The latter turned to attack again, only for his shirt and trousers to come undone. Four had not cut the man, but had utterly massacred his attire, leaving it in almost complete tatters.

Four smirked triumphantly, “My next swings will not have clothing to catch them.” Readying himself in a fighting stance once more.

The offender looked between you and him franctically before rushing backwards, tripping once, twice, three times until catching his feet beneath him and scampering off into town.

“Are you alright?” Four sheathed their sword at their hip, reaching out to look at your arm, but giving you room to refuse the attention, which you did. The blueish-violet of his eyes settling to a warm green tone.

“Uh- yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just a bit bruised is all.” You waved him off as you collected yourself a bit more. He briefly surveyed the area as you did, assuring that no one else would cause the two of you problems.

“Right then, lets get back to the others, huh?” Gentle grabbing your hand and starting down the street, the joyful pep to his step was hard to miss. It was harder to not join in.

Hyrule:

Hero or not Hyrule was not one for conflict if it wasn’t necessary. He could face down any foe in his path no issue, but people were a much less predictable type of monster so he’s learned in his travels. With that, he tended to not enjoy the busier towns of the others homelands as much, tending to wander on side streets and alleys that were much less populated and much more interesting with their secrets. It was this wandering idle, that lead him to you, pressed into a beam and being cornered by some scoundrel, who had a rather nasty grip on you. Now he didn’t like conflict, but this was a line he would cross.

“Gusty little thing aren’t you?” The man breathe in your face, causing you to flinch away and squirm.

“Hey!” Hyrule yelled out from the other side of the street that he had snuck to. “Leave them alone!” He stood on the defense, small metal pipe in on hand and a small sized rock in the other.

“Ha! Get lost punk, before you hurt yourself!” The man barked, turning his attention back to you, having tried to escape in the moment, only for his grip to tighten, “Quit squirming sweetie, you’re making this more difficult than its gotta be.” He pressed himself against you harshly to keep you against the beam.

Though he froze as his head snapped forward an inch. The creep whipped around to see Hyrule reeling back from a throw, the rock now at your feet, his hand empty.

“The hell-!” Another rock made contact with his face, this one a bit bigger than the last. If he wasn’t upset already, he was fuming now. He had tossed you into the beam as he relinquished his grip. You fell with a thud and a grunt to the ground, the sensation of a deep bruise blooming from your back. the beam had knocked the wind from your lungs, and the fall had sent dirt and sand flying, launching you into a coughing fit.

He all but rushed Hyrule in his rage, the fae was quick to dodge out of the way of the mans wild swinging. Hyrule almost seemed to enjoy the mans apparent struggle to reach him, as if it was a high stakes game of tag. The warm buzz of magic fille the area slowly the more he moved. A quiet heat, like the moments before a storm collected along the walls. In the distance you thought you heard bells chiming off in a light melody, calling out a name you didn’t know, nor could understand, only being pulled back at the sound of the man yelling and missing Hyrule once again. Though the more he missed the angrier and quicker he got, Hyrule dodged several of the mans attempts before seemingly remembering that he held a weapon in his hand.

“Get back here you fuc-!” he was cut short with a hollow ‘ping’ that rang through the street. The small noise was echoed with a loud thump as he fell limp onto the ground at hyrule feet, mere inches from having grabbed him.

“Oops.” He chuckled bashfully, holding the pipe close to himself as he chewed his lip and tried to bury himself in his shoulders. He only held himself for a moment though, broken from his thoughts by your coughs.

“Oh, (Name)!” he jogged over to you, dropping the pipe on his way, “Are you alright?” he checking over your body, making sure nothing was too injured from that horrid man.

“Ye- *cough* Yeah just a bit bruised!” you smiled weakly at him as you stood up, him supporting you as you winced from the hit to your back. Hyrule gently placed a hand on your back, a faint glow showing over your shoulders and a sign breaking from your lips. His healing magic always left a nostalgic thrum in your bones.

“Sorry I couldn’t do much about the bruising, but your back should feel a bit better.” Hyrule placed your arm on his shoulder to help you along.

“Thanks ‘Rule.” You leaned on him a bit, his face going a bit pink. “Though I think we outta find the others, or at least get outta here before he wakes up.” You winced as you glanced over to the unconscious creep laying dead still in the street. You both stared at him for a second.

“He will wake up right?” You narrowed your eyes at Hyrule suspiciously, who visibly flustered at the implication.

“Of course!” he squawked, flush darkening, “I didn’t use my power bracelet, and that pipe was much to dull to do anything!”

“I’m kidding ‘Rulie!” You giggled at his modest panic. “Thank you for the help, that was a bit to close for comfort. Let’s get outta here.” You began to pull him towards the main road.

Legend:

Legend was not a fan of 90% of people, its just the way he was. It was a miracle that the rag-tag group of idiots he was currently traveling with managed to worm under his skin. He would never admit it out loud to any living soul, nor on his death bed. But despite how little he liked people, he was even less a fan of creeps and pervs who liked to over step very clear boundaries.

Thus he found himself stalking over to you and your new friend rather quickly, and rather miffed. He got close enough to see you try to slip away, only to be jerked back. “Gusty little thing arent you?” The pig smirked to you. You wiggled in his grip, a failed attempt to be release.

“Hey ass wad! Leave them alone!” Legend hollerd as he approached. The man look beyond annoyed to be interrupted, especially by some pink haired punk. “This isnt youre business twerp, get lost.” He paid Legend little to no mind beyond that. Tough luck on him, he really should have. “I said leave them along, that rat on yor face grow into youre ears too?” The vet tittered as he came to a stop, just a few feet shy of the pair. The man had let you go in favor of squaring up to Legend, as grateful as you were, you werent sure your minimal bruising was worth whatever was about to happen to either man.

“The hell you say to me you little shit?” The man growled, temper foaming off of him.

“I said it looks like you got a rats ass on your face. You’re grossing them, and frankly everyone else out with you beer breath too.” He pinched his nose as he fanned in front of his face. “Might wanna do something about that shit for brains.” He slyly smiled as the man continued to rear up in anger. “I saw a pig pen a couple stalls back, I’m sure theyd have no problem making some room for ya in there!” He casually jabed his thumb over his shoulder in a random direction. And that seemed to do it for the older man. He charged at Legend with a speed you didnt think he was capable of.

“Why you little-” was all you managed to hear.

His face met gravel faster than youre eyes or brain could process.

“You good?” Legend said, now standing next to you, taking your arm to look over where you had been grabbed. You just stood blinking slowly past him at the man on the ground. It took you a moment to collect what had happened, then you noticed his shoes- the pegasus boots. It suddenly clicked what had happened.

Legend had used the speed of the boots to run out of the way and tripped the guy up. You looked back and forth between him and the man for a moment before Legend turned to him, he was still on the ground, groaning in pain from the fall.

“Oh come on jack ass I know you didnt fall that hard! Psh! Pansy.” He rolled his eyes before pulling you along by your unbruised hand, “Come on, lets get back to the others, aye?”

“Thanks Legend.” You managed as began to walk at your own pace. He flushed a bit.

“Yeah yeah, remind me to have the rancher teach you how to punch someone when they need it.”

Time:

Time was well aware of how off putting he could be. Whether it was his size, his demeanor, the marks on his face, or merely what ever stories the local kids had spread about him and his travels. Though such a trait came in handy in battle, it was not as well received when pursuing the market of a town. He did his best to keep a decently content look about his face as to not disturb the other patrons and even the salesmen themselves.

Though moments like these, such small decencies where not gifted to others.

He had spotted you out of the corner of his eye moments before, planning to finish up his purchase of supplies and head your way and begin collecting the other boys. However when he turned back you were gone. A quick walk further up the side road showed you now cornered by a rather antagonistic man. He walked over slowly, giving you time to handle yourself had he misread the situation, but as he approached the other mans intentions were very clearly malicious. You looked beyond uncomfortable, practically shaking where you stood as youre eyes darted around to find some from of escape from the situation.

The swine held a harsh grip on your arm as you tried to move away from his advances and Time caught wind of his words. “Gusty little thing arent you?” and oh did that get his blood hot.

His approach was as silent as he intended until he was just behind the man.

“Pardon you.” His voice was thunderous beyond anything you had heard before, spare battle orders. You turned to look at Time over the creeps shoulder and he was pissed. You don’t think you have ever seem him this truthfully angry. The man didnt not pay him any mind, barely glanced back at him and continuing his attempt at assault. “Beat it man, this isnt youre buisness.” The twitch in Time’s eye was beyond unsettling. He leaned around the man to look at you fully.

“There you are sweetheart, I had figured you’d gotten lost in the shops.” His voice was warm as he smiled kindly at you. Too kindly. “I was beginning to worry, it’s rather late and we must be heading home.” The other man now looked at Time, his face fell a bit one he did. Time returned to standing at full attention, slightly towering over the man. He turned his head to look down his nose at him, still smiling. “It would be in youre best interest to let go of them.” His voice left no room for argument. The fool seemed to debate the choice he thought he had in the matter, the second he looked to argue with Time, his face swiftly fell from a near evil grin to a horrifying scowl that made, even you feel endangered, despite not being on the other end of it. You were promptly release, though the man did not move.

“Look man, my bad, I ain’t know this was your thing-.” Time held out an arm to you and gently pulled you into him once you scampered around the still shaking creeper. Turning promptly on his heel, you in hand, he ignored the creepers stuttering completely.

Before he could continues to walk you back down the side street towards the main road he threw one last look at the man over his shoulder. Though you couldn’t see him anymore, you very much heard the hurried footsteps fade down the street.

“Are you alright, love?” Time softened quick enough to give you whiplash. He gently grabbed youre chin to get a look at your face, turning it over in his hand, checking for injuries. “Does anything hurt or need to be looked at?”

“N-no, I’m fine.” You managed, humbly looking up at him. “Thank you.”

“Of course, I am sorry about that though, people can be rather off putting sometimes you know?” The two of you continued down the road, off to fetch the others.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #time linked universe #four linked universe #legend linked universe #hyrule linked universe #linked universe x reader

[pandoramusicbox]

The Blue Forest The blue forest is a region on the continent of Juyilier, the region is large (about the size of Egypt) and is magically afflicted, this magic affliction causes the plants and  animals of the region to have a blueish-silvery grayish tone to them. Because it is in juyilier it is relatively cold throughout the year, generally in summertime the temperature highs are ~70F (21C) in winter it gets incredibly cold with lows around 15F (-9C). though theses temperatures are somewhat common throughout southern Juyilier. It is believed that in the past the blue forest actually took up a larger part of the continent and there is evedence that scalipia once had it own blue forest in the far past. it is believed that the blue causing pigment still found throughout the world may have originally evolved and spread from this region. but its only one hypothesis. The blue forest is located on an artipeligo looking thing. it is shored by the frozen pass to the south west, in the south east is the shell gulf. land wise it is framed in by the beginnings of the mountain region, specificaly the tkini mountain range, to the north west the forest borders the pines region and the frozen swamps. Because of ocean currents a lot of trade winds push ships into the blue forest either from scalipia or Auyilkir. most of the merchants from skalipia are from the vampire kingdoms, which they (the vampires) call Argensilva, of the silver forest. as vampires can not see the color blue (or purple) but can see grey.there historically are five major kingdoms in the blue forest.  Ashgaurd, yverethian, frusia, Allansifil, Giamma. Ashgaurd is generally the largest and wealthiest as they are right on the coast. Giamma is sometimes considered a vallydom as they are located next to the Tkini mountains. but others say it dose not qualify because it’s not actually in a Vally proper. so the blue forest is often shrouded in a thick blue tinted mist. this mist is sometimes known to enduce hallucinations. the closer to the middle of the forest you go the thicker this mist is.  so ussaly people don’t venture to far into it. a lot of creatures native to the parts of the forest seem to be immune or at least resistant to the more potent affects of this mist, also a lot of hallucinogenics in general. a lot of creatures that live in the forest also seem to have some sort of magic, usually light, ice magic or wind magic.  there are a lot of mushrooms that grow in the blue forest, though the frozen swamp is more known for them. people think that the mist might be from a giant dormant holly who is trying to protect itself from interlopers as its trying to recover from some grievous wound it was dealt milleniums ago. night titans avoid wandering into the region. some species of the blue forest.

- long eared, the debate is up on weather or not the long eared are part of human kin. but because a lot of them have tails they are defaulted to being considered animakin, they are one of the biggest populations in he kingdoms of the region. -trolls, they are also very populous in the region though not nearly as much the longeared, they are mote populus in the east. -norin, though they tend to be more common int he pines region they still live in the blue forest. they have cowlike ears, and horns that mimic those of a holly, and goat-like eyes, a lot of them have blue-ish grey hair and its not unusial for them to have greytinted skin. a legend of thiers say that they are the children of a moon and a woodcutter, the “moon” in this cace is thought to be the rummored mist holly. -vampires, despte not being abele to see the color blue a lot of scalipian vampires have immigrated to the region. the chort are also populus to the region, the chort are the vampire native to juyilir -kiriv, a reletive of the kashi, they have the body of normal kashi but a large thickly armored tail, they live on the east coast of the blue forest region. -minx kashi, a somewhat smaller kashi that is greyish in color.  -monchi, a kind of amorphous shape-changing demon kin thing that is common over all of juyilier, the ones in this forest are blue, small of rain and blueberries and are known to be much more agressive then they are in other regions. - nymphs. no one is actually sure what nymphs are outside of some kind of spirit, some people think they are malformed gods. a lot of nymphs reside in the blue forest. -chryofoxes, a blue fox common to the region they are known to be intellegent and it is debated if they are anima kin or heaven kin as ~30% of them are born with magic of ice, but because its less then the majority of the population they are not considered heaven kin. -snow stags, white deer that can change the color of their fur, from white to grey or blue. their horns are made from what looks like crystals. -Blue tailed wyverns- they are actually rather small for wyverns and often fall prey to mountain harpies that fly in from the mountains region. -grey ones- small wicked feather balls that also get preyed on by harpies. -black aurochs large dark colored wild bovines that roam the more grassy fields of the blue forest. -blue butterfly birds, everywhere in the summer along with several other species of butterfly birds, butterflies and just normal birds, there are a lot of birds in this forest. (all photos are stock photos and are used only to help in visualization, if a photo is not a stock photo it was not known to me)

#worldbuilding #worldbuildingculture #conlang #fairy aesthetic #fantasyland #fantasy creature #fantasy landscape #fantasy genetics #blueberry #snow #magicfolk #fantasy magic #magic deer #vampire #fox #blue fox #pandoramusicbox #mushrooms #foggy forest

[imjustkindafloating]

Starry Eyed Boy, Part 5

Summary: Logan and Virgil explore the new planet.  (They go to a restaurant, basically.  We almost to the good shit, babes)

Pairings:  Pre-Romantic Analogical / Eventual Analogical, Established Royality 

Word Count: 1,419

Warnings:  Weird guy flirting (mentioned), Cursing, lmk if i need to add more.

Notes:  You’ve got a big storm coming.  ;)

Taglist: @shitpost-sides @gothybubby @rainbowbowtie @hikarisakurariver @singularthoughtofstatic @supersoftsupersleep @gabrieldoesstuff @justthatamount @judyismydog @star-crossed-shipper @high-ashell-hargrove

Knock. Knock.

     No, thank you.  Virgil thought and rolled over.

     Knock. Knock. Knock.  Virgil groaned and rolled over to face the ceiling.  Wait.  Fuck!

     Virgil shot out of bed, quickly calling out a loud, “Come in!”.  Logan opened the door and leaned against the wall.  He raised an eyebrow.  

    “Are you alright?” Logan asked as he watches Virgil open his luggage bag and sift through the clothes.  “The drawers are full of specially made clothes.”  Virgil nodded as he held up a t-shirt, then shook his head.  Logan smirked and walked towards the drawers.  He pulled one open, found suitable clothes, and then handed them to a confused-looking Virgil.  Virgil dropped the t-shirt he was holding and took the clothes.  A dark purple shirt with small rips in it, a black jacket with purple patches... and.. black jeans.  Oh, yeah.  The new clothes. He thought as the sluggishness swept away.

    “Are you--” He paused to yawn.  “Sure I can have these?”  He mumbled from behind his hand.  It looked like he was trying to hide his whole body behind his arm.  Logan had half the mind to stop himself from chucking at the shorter male.  

    “Yes, Virgil.  Emile was very insistent on what you would like to wear, and I knew you wouldn’t want to answer him.  So I answered for you.  Sorry for the intrusion, I may have looked at the sizes of your clothes.”   Virgil blinked, not unlike the cats on earth.  

    “Oh.”  

     Logan chuckled and hummed.  “I’ll leave you to get dressed, we have a long day ahead of us.  I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”  Then he proceeded to walk out of the lavish room.

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     Virgil slowly got dressed as he actually took in the room around him.  The walls were painted in a soft lavender color, while the trims were a solid black.  The bed had a large canopy, in black, although it was see-through.  The comforters were thick and soft.  Easy to sleep on.  He thought.  The floor was dark wood, one that he couldn’t identify because it was tinted... purple?  At the edge of the bed, there was a crate.  On the other half of the room was a large, paper-thin TV.  A weirdly shaped sofa and armchair.  There were floating balls of light floating around the whole room, almost like fairy lights, if they could levitate.  Everything looked a bit more round than back on earth.  At the end of the room, opposite the door, was a large window.  Virgil fully dressed now, went to the window.  Before he did, he smudged eye shadow under his eyes.  He pushed the curtain over slightly, just enough for a line of light to seep into the room.  

     Virgil’s eyes widened when he laid eyes on the city in front of him.  Cars, if you could call them that, zoomed through the air.  There was short grass everywhere, except for small roads, that Virgil assumed were technically sidewalks.  No cars drove there.  The roads bustled with people, while trees lined the sidewalks with grass beneath.  The buildings looked entirely natural and completely technological all at once.  

     “That is Arteska, Virgil.”  Logan’s voice said behind him.  Virgil spun around with his mouth hung open.  

     “Logan?! Fucking hell, dude... warn a dude next time.” Virgil muttered, his hand on his chest as he hunched over slightly.  

     “Apologies.  You took quite a long time, I began to get worried.  I knocked but you didn’t seem to hear me.”

     “I- it’s alright,”  Virgil whispered as he watched Logan run his eyes up and down his form. With a surge of confidence, Virgil shoved down the voices telling him not to, he said "You know, that's considered rude on earth."

Logan blinked before turning his head, a blueish blush creeping onto his face and pointed ears. "Again, my apologies." He murmured.

"I didn't mind it. It's alright, Lo." Virgil winked, as his face flushed a deep red. He coughed, "Let's go..?"

Logan fought a smile and nodded. "Let's."

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Exiting the castle must've taken at least thirty minutes. The winding paths seemed to take forever to get out of. Thankfully, Logan seemed to know where he was going. Along the way, Virgil had drifted closer to Logan, as the hallways bustled with different people. Two people were carrying a large crate down the hall and suddenly, they dropped it, letting red and blue fruit topple out. Virgil jumped at this and grabbed Logan’s arm. He had yet to let go. Logan hadn't told him to let go yet and it seemed to make people stop staring. (Logan was really glaring at the people as to not make them gaze at them.)

After the short excursion to get out of the castle, they reached a huge open door.  People walked in and out, chatting and laughing as they passed. Logan started to lead Virgil out the front door while Virgil slowly saw the world emerge before him. Everything was the same but so much clearer. Shops lined the streets and the roads, now clearly a grey brick pattern was bustling with people. Smells filled Virgil’s nose and he smiled. For some reason, it smelt like home.

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Logan and Virgil weaved through the streets until Logan decided it was time to eat. He stopped at a place called Patton-Cakes. Right next to the shop seemed to be another restaurant called J's Coffee.

"Y'all have coffee?"

"A sort. It serves the same purpose as coffee, though I doubt it will taste the same as on earth."

"Good, I hate coffee."

"When at your apartment on earth, you drank it every morning..?"

"I needed my bean juice, Lo."

"I'm not even going to attempt to understand what you just said."

They walked inside and a short, chubby man with strawberry blonde hair and freckles littering his face exclaimed, "Logan! I missed you so much!" he said as he shot his way out from behind the counter and launching himself at Logan, dislodging Virgil’s arm away from Logans. Virgil was more than just a little disappointed. Logan felt safe and he liked the security of it. Maybe something else too. He wasn't stupid, he knew what he felt, he just wasn't the kind the make the first move. Logan would have to do that. Until then, Virgil would just let it be known he was interested.

The small man pulled away and started to rock on his heels. "Sooooo... you're Sir Emile’s kiddo? I'm Patton!" He said brightly, as he held open his arms. Virgil slowly moved behind Logan and waved. He mumbled a small "No thank you, please." People were staring and Virgil could feel the pool of panic settle in his stomach. Patton smiled and seemed to understand, which for Virgil was a relief.

"Virgil, could you go find us a seat? You don't have to unless you don't want to. I can go with you if need be." Virgil nodded and said that 'I'm not a kid, Lo.'

He found a seat near the counter, not unlike the booths at waffle house back home. It was secluded more than the other ones and when he looked at Logan for an okay, he got a thumbs up and an awkward smile as Patton grinned knowingly back at Logan and then at Virgil.

Logan eventually came to sit at the table, with blue blush creeping up his face. Virgil felt a pit in his stomach. 'What did Patton say to Logan that made him blush?'

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Leaving the restaurant with Logan’s arm around his waist was NOT apart or the plan, if Virgil was being honest.

When a man approached Virgil as he got up to get a refill from Patton, Logan had jumped in and put his arm around Virgil’s waist with a growled, "He's taken." Virgil didn't understand what made Logan say that, and he wasn't honestly complaining. What was more upsetting was the fact that Logan was now in front of him apologizing, bright blue, in his fucking bedroom.

"--gain, I'm incredibly sorry, the man was clearly being flirtatious with you and while you're new to the planet, people know who you are--" Virgil put his pointer finger over Logan’s lips. He was speaking a mile a minute.

"I don't care, L. I have trouble realizing when people are flirting with me at any rate, so thanks." Then he moved his finger away with a smile. Then the windows covered themselves in thick metal, while a loud robotic voice announced “Electrical storm, inbound.”

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfic #virgil sanders #ts virgil #logan sanders #ts logan #patton sanders #ts patton #ts emile picani #thomas sanders #starry eyed boy au

[friendship-ended-with-pokespe]

Kirby and the Great Adventure of Planet Robobot! Chapter 5

The silver sphere; its official name is “Access Ark,” the super-sized mothership of the Haltmann Works Company. Of course, that name matters little to Kirby and Waddle Dee. The fact that it is the stronghold of their despicable enemies is enough for them.

At the entrance of Access Ark, an unfamiliar creature was lying in wait for Kirby and his friend. It looks to be a magician with its whole body clad in a black hooded robe. At the center of its hood is something resembling a gold-colored eye. Kirby asked as he glared at that creature. “Are you by any chance a comrade of Susie and Director Kane? If so, we’ll fight you!” With it came a response in an eerie voice. “Heehee......such foolishness. NESP be my name......a lone psychic with no associates.” “......Psy......chic......?” “A select few evolved organisms with an ability incomparable to thou creatures of old.” “Hmm......?” They don’t have the slightest clue as to what he is saying. Kirby and Waddle Dee are both in a daze. NESP seems to have become annoyed. “If thou cannot understand even as I say it, I shall show you......this is my power!” NESP readied both his hands, where a strange bluish-white ball of light appeared.

“Ah!? What’s that!?” Kirby and Waddle Dee were surprised, and NESP laughed in satisfaction. “Heehee......a Psychokinesis is what this is. I can destroy objects by willpower alone.” “Huh!?” “I shall show you. PK Shift!” NESP moved his hand while chanting, and the blueish-white ball of light floated away and collided into a nearby boulder. Then, the solid boulder burst open and was smashed to pieces. “Whoa! Amazing!” Kirby and Waddle Dee clapped their hands. NESP’s mood was lifted. “That isn’t all. I can do more things.” “Show us, shows us!” “See for yourself......haaa, teleport!” NESP vanished. “Huh!? He disappeared!?” Kirby and Waddle Dee looked about, where NESP then appeared from a short distance away. “This is teleport, my secret art. I can move through space in an instant.” “AMAZING!!!” Kirby and Waddle Dee gave thunderous applause. As he floated, NESP came back to Kirby and his friend. “Well, this is as easy as shelling peas. For I am a select few evolved organisms.” Said NESP with lugs put on, where Kirby walked up to him with his eyes sparkling. “That looked really fun just now! I wanna try it too!” “Slim chance. Psychic power is something that only a select few could use......” “I’ll give it a try! Haaap!” Kirby opened his mouth with eagerness. With it, a strong wind arose and NESP’s robe fluttered. “......Eh? W-What the? A hurricane!? Huhhhh!?” Kirby inhaled the panicking NESP in one breath. As soon as he swallowed him with a gulp, a blue hat appeared on Kirby’s head. Aside from that, nothing really changed. Waddle Dee said. “Huh......? You don’t look like NESP even when you should’ve copied him. Are you now able to use that power?” “Lemme give it a try. Uhhh, pretty sure I do this, and......” Remembering his gestures, Kirby held both his hands up in front of his body. With it, a blueish-white ball of light appeared just like the time with NESP. Not only that, but it emitted even stronger light then what NESP had released. “Haaap!” Kirby moved his hands as he chanted. With it, the ball of light struck against the entrance of Access Ark and destroyed the thick steel door. It is an incredible power.

“You did it! You’re amazing, Kirby!” Waddle Dee clapped his hands. “Let’s go!” “Uh-huh! We owe it to NESP in helping us!” “He was a pretty great guy, huh!” As they chattered cheerfully, the two marched into the enemy’s stronghold at last.

“Holy moly, how could NESP the psychic have been beaten......” While glaring at a monitor in the surveillance room of Access Ark, Director Kane tore his white hair off. Chasing after Susie, he ran off to Access Arc right after he escaped from Overload Ocean. “We deployed the strongest warrior to guard the entrance of our company’s super-sized mothership......his dreadfulness knows no end......stupid pink native......” Gnashing his teeth in anger, Director Kane pressed the button for the communication device. “Ms. Secretary......Ms. Secretary......this is Director Kane.” “What is it, Director Kane?” A response came in the voice of Secretary Susie. “The pink native has already showed up......he broke through the defense at the entrance and appears to have broken into the building......” “Huh, already? I expected no less, pink native.” Susie seemed to be surprised. “But nothing to get jumpy about. Just now, the Mother Computer has finally completed those two products!” “Hoho......now you're talking!” Director Kane has a wicked smile on his face. “Congratulations, ma’am! So Haltmann Works Company has at last obtained the strongest power in the universe!” “What are you saying? We were the strongest in the universe from the start. So long as we have the Mother Computer ‘Star Dream’......yes?” Susie’s voice was calm. “We need to test to see how useful the two products are as combatants. The pink native is the most suitable for that test!” “I see!! I’m looking forward to the result! I too will rush over to the president’s office pronto!” “No need to come. Your work is over.” “N-No way! Ma’am!” Director Kane clung to the communication device, but the communication was coldly cut off. “W-What! Though I may be a nuisance to her, I shall still rush to her side...” Director Kane pulled himself together and noisily left the surveillance room.

Kirby and Waddle Dee were moving along smoothly. Little enemies are standing in their way by now. A security system would now and then fire a laser beam, but Kirby would crush every one of them with his Psychokinesis. The pair arrived at the top floor before long. “Susie is here, huh?” “And someone even worse than her might be as well!” Wrenching open the elegant door with Kirby’s Psychokinesis, the two stepped into the president’s office Just then, grand music could be heard from somewhere. A beautiful voice of singing resonates with it. “Noble Haltmann, we adore him, noble Haltmann, we adore him! Every day we wish him glory!” Singing with her back turned on Kirby and his friend was that charming Secretary Susie. Kirby was perplexed and pried about the room. The room is very spacious with luxurious furniture arranged. Latest machines are installed alongside the wall and countless screens decorate the surface of the wall. Susie finished her song and turned around. “Oh! Pardon me. That was our company’s wonderful theme song, “The Noble Haltmann.” Sometimes I just find myself singing it out loud. It’s so catchy!” Standing ready alertly, Kirby stepped before Susie. Susie said courteously. “This is the heart of the Haltmann Works Company. And here you are, as though it was your own living room...you natives need to be taught manners!” “Return everyone back to normal!” “Heehee......but the natives all seem to be satisfied with their new life. Please take a look.” Susie operated her controller. Images were projected on the dozens of screens installed on the wall. The images are from the surveillance cameras that were Installed all throughout Dream Land. Inhabitants of Dream Land were displayed on all the images. Waddle Dee shouts. “Ah, it’s Chef Kawasaki! Sir Kibble is over there! Bronto Burt......even Spynum......” They all seemed off. All but mechanized by the company, they have lost even their mind. Following the orders of the Armor Soldiers, they were continuing to work silently with a blank look. Susie laughed out loud. “What do you think? Don’t they all look perfect? They’ve been lazy and idle until now, where they are at last in happiness.” “They......They don’t look happy at all!” Kirby shouts in anger. “No one’s laughing at all. They looked way happier before!” “My......you natives are such a pain.” Susie shrugged her shoulders. “You know, it’s wonderful to work in a organized and controlled environment......but that’s something you’d never understand......” “I’ll have him understand...” With a loud voice, Director Kane was the one to rush out from the side. Susie looked at him in annoyance. “Dear me......stay out of it, will you. Your turn has passed.” “But, but you know, ma’am. I’ve accumulated research for this day, and have offered this body of mine for the company’s prosperity......” “Button it! I’m telling you that your role is over! An employee who’s done his job is worth nothing!” Scolded by Susie, Director Kane backed down in low spirits. Susie turned to Kirby once again. “Oh! Pardon me that you had to see such disgrace. I plan to show you something more wonderful.” “......Something......wonderful?” “Yes! Let me tell you a story. Not long ago, I met someone who impressed me very much.” Susie put her hands together. “He was strong and full of confidence...a swordsman of the highest degree...” “A swordsman......?” Waddle Dee muttered “You don’t mean......” Susie continued. “I was so impressed that...I gave him a complete remodel! And I hired him as a company security guard.” Susie raised her one hand, where something came down quietly from the ceiling. Kirby and Waddle Dee were at a loss for words, having shifted their attention to it. “......!” “Heehee......” Laughed Susie, where she walked up to the “security guard” and patted part of his armor lightly. Waddle Dee groaned. “Lord Meta Knight......no way......!” “Lovely, isn’t he? I wonder what you’ll make of him...? Please allow me to present...model #M-7110. Mecha Knight!”

“Meta Knight!” Shouts Kirby, forgetting himself. Mecha Knight’s eyes were hollow. Stripped of his consciousness and memory, his heart has become emptiness itself. His arms and legs are all converted to alloy. The weapon in his hand was very similar to his treasured sword, Galaxia, but its blade had an ominous light. “What have you done to Meta Knight......!” Shouts Kirby, where Susie laughed. “What have I done? You really can’t understand, can you? This swordsman here has been born again with a stronger body. In accordance with the Mother Computer’s perfect calculations!” Susie raised both her hands with pride. “Previously, he has only commanded a tiny battleship and few underlings......but he’s now part of the company renowned in the galaxy. Isn’t it clear which would allow him to attain more splendid glory?” As though responding to her words, Mecha Knight slowly raised his sword. Kirby shouts. “Meta Knight! It’s me, Kirby! Come to your senses, please!” But his words didn’t reach Mecha Knight. Mecha Knight raised his face and looked up at Kirby. As expected, his eyes have no emotion whatsoever. His heart void, he recognizes Kirby as an enemy merely as programmed. “ENGAGE!” Ordered Susie. Mecha Knight swung his sword down. It’s a fierce slash too fast for the eye to notice. But Kirby vanished a moment quicker. “He vanished......!?” Susie opened her eyes wide.. Director Kane shouted. “Nuooo!? T-This is Vanish! Did that pink native acquire NESP’s ability!???” Following that, Kirby showed himself from a short distance away. Director Kane cries out yet again. “And Reappear!!! Holy smokes!! That native is completely copying the teleporting ability!” “Quiet.” Susie shouts at Director Kane. Even in the meantime, Mecha Knight readies his sword once again, and is dashing towards Kirby. “Meta Knight......!” Kirby still wavered. Meta Knight is a swordsman more honorable than anyone. How could he have been stripped of his heart, his whole body remodeled, and is now the company’s pawn......he doesn’t want to see him like that, much less fight him. Waddle Dee was the one to clear his doubts. “Save him, Kirby!” “Waddle Dee......?” “I can’t stand to see him like this! It’s not like him to keep getting manipulated by them!” “......Yeah!” Kirby hardened his mind. He faces the hollow-eyed Mecha Knight. Waddle Dee is right. It’s nothing but humiliation for Meta Knight to be used as a company security guard. That’s why......stopping him is the only option. They have no choice but to defeat him and have him stop functioning. “Let’s go~!” Shouted Kirby, and produced a light orb of Psychokinesis. He gives it a good throw at Mecha Knight. He wasn’t accustomed to the Copy Ability yet, so he doesn’t know how to adjust the power. The force of the Psychokinesis was greater than he had thought. Mecha Knight is blown all the way to the wall, where half of his body is stuck. Susie turns pale. “W-What power is that......that pink native......!” “W-What on earth is his power......that pink native......!” “Don’t copy my line!” Director Kane was yelled at by Susie once again. Mecha Knight, who looked like he stopped moving......crawled out from the wall slowly and stood ready with his sword once again. Susie shouts. “I expected no less, dear swordsman! You don’t lose to the pink native!” “What a stunning match!” “It’s not a sport!” Mecha Knight jumped up in the air, and slashed at Kirby as he rotated. Avoiding the attack with his teleportation, Kirby Meta Knight runs behind Meta Knight. Due to the added weight from his remodeled body, Mecha Knight can’t move easily as he used to be. Without a moment to turn to Kirby, he was stuck by his PK Shift from behind. “He did it......”! Shouts Waddle Dee. Kirby was about to walk over to Mecha Knight who lost his weapon. However, his sword wasn’t the only weapon for Mecha Knight. Mecha Knight raised his upper body. Having noticed it, Director Kane shouts. “Hold up! Mecha Knight is equipped with missile launchers! The pink native will be in smithereens if those are fired!” “Blasted fool! How could you leak info to the enemy!” Director Kane received a shoulder throw from Susie. Just as he said, missiles were launched from the launchers equipped on Mecha Knight’s shoulders. Kirby assumed a guard position. Due to the late timing, he barely guarded, but that was rather a good thing. The barrier that formed around Kirby repelled the airborne missiles.

Director Kane shouts. “Ohhhh, this is “PK Insight,” the ultimate techniiiique!!” Mecha Knight was directly struck by the missiles that were repelled back at him. He is blown away once again. He was stuck in the wall earlier, but this time a glass window was in the direction of where he was thrown. Mecha Knight broke through the glass window and was hurled outside. “Kyaaaaa......holy mackerel! My dear swordsman!” Screamed Susie. “He crashed through the ultra-reinforced glass that wouldn't break to even a cannonball strike! What a terrifying poweeeer!” “Lord Meta Knight......!” Waddle Dee ran up to the window. The president’s office is at the top of Access Ark, where its height is enough to reach the clouds. Mecha Knight who fell down was nowhere to be seen. Although concerned, Waddle Dee collected himself right away. “Lord Meta Knight is strong, so......there’s nothing to worry. That aside......” Kirby took a deep breath and was about to turn to Director Kane and Susie. “Mecha Knight has been......defeated! Susie gasped from the shock, but kept up her composure and said. “Hmph......what skill, I must say. I was surprised.” Susie gave a clap and added as if in a soliloquy. “......I guess the Mother Computer isn’t perfect after all.” Susie brushed her hair up and continued. “Don’t worry, though! This next one should quash your rebellion.” “This next one......? There’s still one left?” “Yes. He was created from the latest in nanogenetic technology.” Susie turned her back to Kirby and raised her hands in delight. “He’s dangerous. He’s deadly. He’s a deluxe......” Waddle Dee was alerted and murmured. “Three Ds? She wouldn’t mean......!” “Clone monster!” Having turned back to them, Susie has a small container in her one hand. The container is of glass, where the inside is filled with a transparent liquid. A small substance was floating in the center of that liquid. Kirby was in a daze. “That’s the one this time?” “Yes. And it seems he has a strong sense of rivalry against you.” Kirby couldn’t comprehend. That small substance is a monster? “But I don’t have a rival like this......?” Before the eyes of Kirby pondering with “......hmmm,” Susie tossed the container up. “Get ready for...model #D-0030. Dedede Clone!” The container broke at the same time. The small substance that was contained inside swelled up in an instant. It’s......the dead spit of King Dedede, can you believe it!? Director Kane squawked. “I-I-It’s hereeee!!! The strongest monster made by our company’s cloning technology has appeared!”

Dedede Clone shouted “Gaaahhhh!” “......Huh!? King Dedede!?” Kirby couldn’t believe his eyes. That small substance turned into King Dedede in the twinkling of an eye......it’s like he is watching a magic trick. Waddle Dee was even more shocked than Kirby. “Your Majesty......! How? Wasn’t he buried under the castle rubble......?” Director Kane scurried over to Waddle Dee and explained. “That’s not the real King Dedede!” “Huh......? What do you mean......?” “Right now, the king is still trapped under the wreckage. But before he could be buried, our company’s fine Armor Soldier squad collected his cells! Through a prick from a syringe!” “A syringe......? How does His Highness become two through a prick from a syringe......?” “Ahahaha! A foolish inhabitant like you wouldn’t understand. We cultivated the cells collected with the syringe and succeeded in raising a new entity. In other words, the Clone Dedede here is a copy of the original Dedede!” “A copy of......His Highness......?” Not knowing what to do, Waddle Dee watched Clone Dedede and Kirby in nervousness. Clone Dedede lumbers towards Kirby, his one hand clutching the hammer. Both his face and physique are just like King Dedede. But looking closely, there were some clear differences from the real King Dedede. Dedede’s bossiness......gluttony......grouchiness......and last but not least, his surprising manliness and stubbornness. All those characteristics are thinned out. Even with the help of the Mother Computer’s technology, they were unable to precisely reproduce all of his complicated nature. “This thing isn’t King Dedede......” Said Kirby as though he was telling himself. “‘Cause the real thing is way more awful and conceited!” Kirby produced a light orb of Psychokinesis and threw it at Clone Dedede. “Gaaahh!” Clone Dedede ran wild and swung his hammer down. A shock runs through the floor, large enough for Waddle Dee, Director Kane, and even Susie not taking part in the battle to jump up. Kirby teleported nimbly and appeared right above Clone Dedede. “Haaaa!” He shouts loudly and strikes the Psychokinesis down from above his head. “Gaaahhh......!” Groaned Clone Dedede, and collapsed-is what he thought, where it split into three bodies in a dissolving manner. Waddle Dee shouts. “Huh!? The copy of His Highness increased again!?” “It splitted! Did you see it!? Clone Dedede’s tenacity!” But Kirby didn’t flinch. He charges toward the three Clone Dededes at a ferocious speed! “Yaaaaa!” He hurls his orbs of Psychokinesis at the three in continuation. “Gaaa......!” Giving them no breather, he strikes his light orbs at the three that were about to dissolve once again. Even the tenacious Clone Dedede couldn’t withstand this continuous attack. The three all lost their shape and vanished as if evaporating. All that was left was the hammer. Waddle Dee rushed over quickly and picked up the hammer. Susie put both her hands to her mouth in blank amazement. “Huh? You’re kidding me...a product made by the Mother Computer lost...twice...” Susie’s face became tense, where she squeezed her one hand. “I guess it’s time to take matters into my own extremities!” It was when she took out the controller and was about to operate it. “-That’s enough, Susie.” A low stern voice resounded. Kirby looked at the direction of where the voice came from. A large chair by the window turned around. Sitting there was a man with an imposing mustache and a grim look.

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#kirby novels #kirby of the stars #light novel #translation #kirby #waddle dee #mecha knight #dedede clone #planet robobot #susanna patrya haltmann #president haltmann #kirby planet robobot

[firewolf-pyro]

Hell’s Kitchen: New York,

What was supposed to be a thrilling evening in the borough filled with good food and even better drinks- cheek as it may have been, turned into a shitty time filled with suspicious eyes fallowing Jerry and his old friend Stephan from bar to bar. It had been a long time since Jerry had ever gotten to bar hop with Stephan, hell the last time they had done this was when they were both in their early twenties. Now Jerry was nearing his forties and Stephan his fifties. They tried to ignore the strange glances and whispers- knowing this place wasn’t too kind to strangers. Maybe they were just over dressed? Or people were making assumptions… but no, Jerry didn’t have feelings for Stephan in that sort of way.

But back to the problem! Jerry and Stephan were walking from yet another bar down the street towards another and three people had fallowed them out. These three specifically had fallowed them out of the last four bars, and by now Jerry and Stephan were feeling their drinks. He called a cab to come pick them up but it would be nearly an hour before it would arrive so for now they walked. The front of the next bar they aimed to drink at was just past an alley way. They didn’t get to the door before the group of three moved to their side and pushed them in.

Had these two been anyone else they may have been feeling more than a little panicked by the suddenness of the shoves and the sight of a gun in all three member’s hands. But, Jerry and Stephan weren’t just anyone else. Both were sloppy drunk hosts to some rather uncanny creatures. Jerry leaned back on his heals, barely stands straight as he looked over the three men. Stephan was the one to shout in a sarcastic tone

“Oh lord help us we’re being mugged!” The slurred speech barely making the tone sound sarcastic. No, it really did sound urgent which could have been responsible for what happened next.

A flash of red over head! No, not red and blue with beautiful webbing, why would Parker be out so late? But a dark red nearly purple suit. Jerry caught a glimpse of the red and was looking up at the tops of the buildings instead of at the angry bruits waving their guns at the pair trying to order them around as if either of the drunkards could comprehend what was going on. Jerry laughed, a low rumble echoing through the alleyway as the softest footfalls could be heard at the entrance of the alleyway.

“You lot’ve just made a big mistake.” Jerry snickered as he tilted his dizzy gaze back down to the three.

A gun shot! That was all it would take to trigger a response from both hosts. Jerry’s shoulder flung back, blood splattering against the wall behind him. Briefly Jerry looked started as some stranger yelled out in fright from behind the men. As if on cue of the shout and pain all together Jerry’s eyes clouded over a blueish green as the knees were kicked out from one of the three gunman. Jerry could see the red devil horns flash in the night’s lights as purple formed over his body.

The sound of a dull thud sounded through the alleyway before bones could be heard snapping, crunching - muscles tearing. There were no more gunshots- in fact the sound of the other two gunman had vanished all of a sudden. In its place was the low woosh of something’s massive breath.

Brawler, a massive purple in color symbiote glared down at the man in red. Stephan drunkenly cackled behind him, the Doctor busy cleaning up the last of their mess by wiping thick red blood from his mouth.

“Damn, there’s one- hick- left. Should we share it?” Stephan asked as Brawler relaxed his mass onto his knuckles. The man in red, Daredevil, didn’t move. They were testing the sensations around them- unsure they had ever felt something like this before.

“Perhaps. That one did shoot me.” Brawler snarled, the voice’s rumbling vibrating the ground below him. He was staring the blind man down.

#alien #Symbiote #daredevil #brawler #star

[letsgofoletsgo]

A Wander Through the Weald

(Heyo! I’ve wanted to write a Postwickshipping fic for awhile now, so I hope you like it! <3)

It had been one month since Gloria defeated the “Unbeatable Champion” Leon. The greatest champion Galar ever seen had been dethroned Sometimes Gloria couldn't believe it herself. It seemed like just yesterday that he had given her and his younger brother, Hop, a Pokemon in Postwick. Gloria remembered the journey alongside her next-door rival fondly, challenging each other and exploring the region. 

While she relished in her victory in the semifinals, part of her heart ached when she remembered Hop’s face. He appeared to take the loss in stride, yet she couldn't help but notice the sorrow in his eyes. He did end up somewhat confiding in her about his new sense of misdirection in a battle of all things. However, he did find a new path after aiding in the Dynamax crisis; Sonia offered for him to study and help her in the Pokemon Lab, which he accepted. Gloria was happy for her friend, and was eager to see what discoveries he might make. 

The new Champion hadn’t seen her friend in weeks, and was missing him quite a bit. So she decided to drop in for a visit one warm, spring day. 

-

“Hop! You have a visitor!”

The boy looked up from his desk. He had a textbook open and was in the middle of jotting something down. He placed down his pencil and turned around to see Gloria enter his room with a bright smile. 

“Gloria!” Hop’s own face lit up as he rose and hugged her. “It’s so great to see you!”

“Likewise!” The two let go. “I haven’t seen you in forever, so I thought I’d pay you a little visit.” 

“Heh, you’re right, guess you’re busy with all your fancy champion business,” he teased. 

“Well, it’s more like I’ve been training to take on the battle tower for the last few weeks, if that’s what you mean.” 

“Oh yeah! I remember you telling me about that. You recon you’re almost ready?” 

“I think so. Gotta smooth the edges a bit with my team, but I’m pretty sure we’re nearly set.” 

“Sweet! Well, I wish you luck!” He smiled. 

“Thanks, mate. So, since I’m not doing anything today, do you think I could pull you away from your studies for a couple hours and go for a walk maybe?” 

“Oh, uh, I’d really like to, but I kinda still have some work left-”

“Don’t worry about it Hop, you’ve been working pretty hard and I think you deserve a break,” Sonia chimed in, grabbing a notebook from a shelf. 

“Er- Really? Awesome, thanks!” 

“Hehe, well then, it’s a date!” Gloria said cheerfully. 

 Hop’s heart briefly skipped a beat when she said that, and a brief blush spread across his face. He caught Sonia giving him a brief smirk before heading upstairs.

“So, you ready?”

“Y-Yeah! Totally, let’s go!” He stuttered a bit, resisting the urge to facepalm. 

The two headed South from the lab, walking down Route 1. The sun shone gently along the grass and leaves, which rustled from an occasional skittering Skwovet or fluttering Rookidee. There were scattered clouds in the sky, casting long, misshapen shadows across the distant rolling hills. Wooloo were peacefully grazing or sleeping in the surrounding pens, and the two made a game of trying to count them all. As they approached Postwick, Hop began to explain what sort of things he and Sonia were studying; the key differences between Dynamax and Gigantimax, what causes a Pokemon to change form during the latter, etc. They had formed a theory that it may be related to Mega Evolution in the Kalos region. He was about to go into the genetic specifics that he knew of, when they realized they reached the gate in front of Gloria’s house. 

“Ah, seems we have reached the entrance to thy Slumbering Weald,” Gloria commented poshly, to which Hop giggled. “If you think about it, our journey kinda started here, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, you’re right; remember when we saw Zacian for the first time? And you tried to fight it?” 

“I do! And we were knocked out for like, ten minutes. Imagine if your brother found us like that!” She laughed. 

He laughed too, yet remembered how close his face was to hers when he awoke, and could feel a pink tint return to his face again.

“So… What do you say we take a stroll through the woods again? For old times sake?” Gloria suggested. 

“Sure, fine with me.” 

With that, she swung open the gate and proceeded through. She then skipped on ahead of Hop, then turned back to him near the entrance, looking at him with that familiar, glowing smile.

He wished he could tell her how wonderful that smile made him feel. 

“Gloria, wait up!” He stopped a moment. “Woah, where did all the fog go?” 

“I guess it lifted? It does feel weird being able to see farther than five feet in here.”

To their surprise, the thick fog that normally enveloped the Slumbering Weald had disappeared a fair amount. There was still a thin layer on the ground and rolling along the tiny hills, but it allowed the sun to shine through the leaves and reflected across the dew hanging on the foliage. 

“Cmon, lets see what sort of things we can spot here now that it’s clear,” Gloria piped in. 

“Hey, I bet I can find more cool things that you,” He challenged with a smirk. 

“Oh, you think so? How ‘bout we see then?” 

The two rivals proceeded to wander about the Weald, pointing out weirdly crooked trees, large rocks that jutted out of the ground, oddly-colored plants and berries, the like. While having fun with their little expedition, Hop found his eyes on Gloria several times. He saw how face eyes lit up as she found a pretty leaf, or how she laughed as she poked a cluster of funny-looking mushrooms. He noticed how her eyes marveled in wonder as she looked inside a split tree or turned over a rock. Seeing her having fun and exploring the world around her brought a genuine smile to his face. The sun beaming onto her pale complexion also happened to complement her face wonderfully, and he couldn’t help but stare... 

“Yo! Earth to Hop!”

The boy snapped out of his trance with a dumbfounded look. She rolled her eyes slightly before walking up to him.

“I wanted you to see this rock I found,” she presented a stone about the size of her palm; it has a typically craggy surface, but upon her turning it around, showed an almost rainbow-colored crystallization inside.

“Wow, that’s one heck of a geode there!” He exclaimed, admiring the hues.

“You got anything else cool yet?” 

“Uhh, yeah,” Hop quickly scanned over his shoulder and dove for the nearest thing to him. 

“Check out this leaf!” He brought a decaying, frail leaf to her face, and in the process half of it flaked off. The ensuing silence felt like a jab in the gut. 

Gloria’s face scrunched a bit and she giggled. “You’re such a dork, you know that?” She said as she lightly hit him on the arm. “C’mon, if I’m right, I think we’re pretty close to the center of the Weald.” She turned and proceeded down the shady path. 

Hop processed that moment for a second before following- caught between the fluttery feeling of hearing her laugh and mentally kicking himself for his stupidity.

 After turning the bend on the faded path, he was pleasantly reminded of the splendid beauty of the hero’s shrine. The ancient structure stood in front of a still lake, only occasionally rippling gently when a wild Pokemon would take a drink. The sunbeams swayed through the leaves, rustling ever so slightly.

“You know, no matter how many times I come here, I don’t think I’ll ever get over how beautiful this place is,” Gloria stepped onto the shrine, looking over the lake. 

As much as he agreed with her, Hop found himself more entranced with the girl in front of him. Her body looked illuminated against the lake, almost as if she was a legendary herself. The boy was speechless at her hauntingly ethereal appearance, yet wanted nothing more than to tell her how absolutely, stunningly gorgeous she was. 

“Hey, how about we sit for awhile?” She sat down on the side of the shrine facing the lake, hunching over a bit to look into the depths of the lake. 

He snapped out of his daze once again, following her and sitting next to her. He saw how the water reflected on her hazel eyes, creating a blueish projection onto her pupils. 

“Hop, is there something on your mind?” She asked bluntly. “You’ve been rather tense all afternoon.”

“Have I?” He would usually deflect with an “I’m fine”, but something felt different. He felt like this was the moment to tell her. He felt like he could tell her.

“Well, there is something I’ve been thinking about,” he began. “I know you’ve heard this from me a million times, but all my life I’ve wanted to prove I could live up to my brother, that I could be something more than him. Even after I became a trainer for real, everyone always saw me as Leon’s younger brother, the kid who aimed to beat the unbeatable champion.”

He sighed, and turned his face to hers. “But you always saw me as me. Not the champion’s little brother, not just another rival, but as me. As Hop.” 

She gave him an endearing smile. “Hop, you’re one of the most fun-loving, caring, zestful people I’ve ever met. You never let anything stop you, and you greet challenge and adversary with a smile. Even when things are looking down, you don’t give up and you keep going. I’ve admired that about you for as long as I’ve known you, how could I not?”

“Heh. For the longest time, I was wondering how anyone ever could.” He admitted with a slightly sorrowful tone. “What I’m trying to get at Gloria, is… Well, I won’t lie; You’re one of the best things that has ever happened to me.”

Gloria stared at him in shock. Hop just fixed his sight into the water, afraid to meet her gaze. 

“Hop, I… I don’t know what to say, I’m…” A bit impulsively, she leaned against him, causing the boy to tense a bit. 

“You know, our journey across Galar, I have a lot of fond memories of it. From meeting so many amazing people, learning things about Pokemon I never would have guessed, to building and training my team, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. That journey helped me see who I am and what I want. But, thing is, you were one of my favorite parts of it too. We always helped each other, and you wouldn’t turn your back on me no matter what. You were always so excited to hurry to the next town or challenge me to a battle. You made it all so much fun. And because of that, I’d say you’re one of the best things to happen to me too.” 

Hop couldn’t quite describe the feeling in his chest. It was a mix of disbelief, anxiety, wonder- but mostly pure joy. He didn’t say anything, rather just wrapped his arms around her and held her close. She returned the embrace, and sighed contentedly against his shoulder. He placed his head atop hers, nudging her green hat a bit and nestling into the scent of her soft, brunette hair. 

The two remained at the shrine until the moonlight glistened across the lake, neither wanting the moment to end.

#postwickshipping #postwick #trainer hop #trainer gloria #pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon SWSH #sonia #hopxgloria #gloriaxhop #hop x gloria #gloria x hop

[zarcake-writes]

Love of Three- Part 1

Hey everyone! This is going to be a Shiver!Reaper x reader x Pumpkin King!Reaper fic. The wonderful @fatedeniedhope had this great idea and commissioned me. Thank you for that. Hope you all enjoy!

Summary: The Pumpkin King throws his annual Fall party and you’re invited. Bored and eager to go home, you become the target of an unknown creature. And when everything seems lost, a certain masked figure in a blue coat comes to your rescue. 

Warnings: reader is attacked (nothing too bad) burn type wounds, comfort and fluff

The party is massive, filled with all manner of creature. Fae, demons, vampires, and every other known and unknown monster are gathered together. They are beautiful, with their flawless skin, bright eyes, and elegant posture. Even those that do not resemble anything humanoid are magnificent. The humans you see are sparse and vary in their class. Some are nothing more than pets, with their fancy collars and slightly wasted looks. Others are commanding, standing tall and laughing with others. And a few are like yourself, roaming the room, looking pretty and smiling. Simply entertainment.

The party is a mess of fall colors. So much orange, red, yellow, and brown. It’s like a fall wonderland, with pumpkins and gourds everywhere. Massive ones are piled against the walls while smaller ones are piled on the various tables around the room. Some are carved and floating in the air, candles burning bright in them. Others hang like lanterns, lighting the way for the guests.

The hall, where everyone is gathered, reminds you of a forest where the trees have been formed and manipulated into taking the shape of a building. The pillars are tree trunks, tall and thick, standing strong. The ceiling is a maze of interconnecting branches, covered in red, orange, and yellow leaves. They fall steadily to the ground and crinkle when you step on them. Even the walls are rough like the truck of a tree. Every few feet a branch sticks out of the wall, acting as a hangar for a carved pumpkin. It’s completely different compared to the outside, which is nothing more than a simple stone castle.

The guest’s outfits even match the hall’s color scheme and theme. Some are dressed in dark brown, with splashes of forest greens. Others wear orange and look like pumpkins. A few have been creative, wearing dark green and yellow, and carrying a lumpy gourd with them. Some resemble the falling leaves. But there are those refuse to wear the colors of fall. They stand on the sides, looking out of place or bored.

Even you match the theme, but your own outfit is a bit tamer than others. It’s a dark red floor-length dress that is see-through from the mid-thigh down. It leaves your shoulders and collar bone exposed; the sleeves wrap around your upper arms. Along your midsection is an assortment of white flowers and faded green leaves.

The realm is beautiful and the castle is magnificent. It’s probably the most beautiful place in all the fae realms you’ve visited. But you won’t tell anyone that, might cause offense and that will not end well for you. Well, if you meet the Pumpkin King himself you might tell him how beautiful his home is. But the chances of that happening are slim, he’s known for being reclusive, even at his own parties. 

The King throws these parties every year to celebrate the return of autumn to the mortal realm. His influence grows over the mortals, and it will continue to grow when winter comes. Whether that’s a good or bad thing you don’t know. But he never appears, at least you’ve never seen him.

You roam the outskirts of the party, a glass of water in your hands. The first rule of these parties is to watch what you drink, especially if you’re human. Some of the drinks are poison to humans, while others will make you wish you were dead. So, water is your chosen drink.

You scan the party, seeing a few of your colleagues among the crowds. They’re entertaining the guests, telling jokes or telling stories. You see one of your colleagues, a man whose name you forget, pull a horned figure into a dark corner. Entertainment comes in many forms.

You’ve been doing this entertainment thing for so long. Not technically a whore, but a little more than a jester, it’s exhausting. And as you sip your water, bored and tired, you wish you were in the room you called home. Well, the room is the closest thing you have to a home. You know deep down a true home, a place you belong and feel warm and safe, is not something for you. Odds are against you in that aspect.

Sure, you might have the chance to become some fae or other creature’s pet, but they always grow tired of you. The first few times it hurt, but after experiencing it for so long, it’s a normal thing now. They like you, dazzle you with their power and wealth, make you feel good, then you get boring to them. And then you’re back in that room, holding onto memories that meant something to you, but not to the fae.

As your observing the party, you notice a fae is watching you. He’s been watching you all night. Always near you in some way. If it was any other fae or person, you wouldn’t have noticed him, but something about him makes you uncomfortable.

He’s tall and unnaturally pale; so pale there’s a blueish tint to his skin. Even his white hair seems to have a blueish silver tint to it that changes depending on the light. And he hasn’t spoken to anyone. No nods or greetings. He isn’t wearing anything that shows what court he’s a member of, there’s no color scheme to him and no insignia. He’s not even matching with the color scheme of the party, just regular looking clothes.

A group walks between you and the fae, momentarily hiding him from you. When the group passes, he’s gone but you don’t feel relieved. You’re on edge.

Minutes later, you sense a presence beside you. Taking a deep breath, you turn and see the fae from before. Up close, he looks even more unsettling. His face is gaunt and sharp, his eyes are a shade of cold silver. He studies you, taking in your appearance. You want to roll your eyes when his gaze lingers on your exposed neck and travels down to your thighs.

After what feels like an eternity, he speaks. “Evening, miss. Are you enjoying yourself?”

You nod. “It is a fine party.”

“Just fine?”

You shrug and take a sip of your water.

“What are you drinking?”

“Water.”

He gasps. “Water? Darling girl, you must try other things.”

“I am content with water.”

“I insist you try something else.”

You study him for a moment. There’s something about him that’s off something in his eyes and the too-perfect smile on his gaunt face. While many faes you’ve interacted with are dangerous, he is something else entirely. Something cold and unliving.

“And I insist that I am content with my water.”

He frowns and leans in close to you. His hand wraps around your arm, just above your elbow. His touch is shocking, it’s ice-cold and it feels almost false. Like it’s not real skin. “I wasn’t suggesting, girl.”

“Let go of me.”

There are rules set in place when it comes to entertainers like you. Rules against harming you or forcing you into bad situations. The penalty for breaking these rules are strict and often harsh. Never has anyone broken the rules when it comes to you, until now.

He sneers. “You have no control here.”

With a sharp tug, the fae pulls you away from the party and into a darkened hallway. He pushes you against the wall and towers over you. In the hallway, away from everyone else, his silver eyes glow and he looks like a corpse. And when he smiles, it’s wrong. Too wide and twisted.

This whole situation went wrong so fast. Far too quickly. You push against him, but the creature is far stronger than you. When you try to kick the fae, it laughs a laugh that is so wrong. Your skin crawls and you open your mouth to scream. But the fae covers your mouth, muffling the sound.

“Shh,” the fae whispers.

You shake your head and continue to scream against his hand. When you continue to pound your fists against the fae’s chest, it begins to lean in. You clench your eyes shut and try to turn away. The creature’s laugh fills your head. It grows louder and louder until you think you’re going to scream when the weight against you is pulled off and the laugh is silenced.

You gasp and stumble away, back towards the light and sound of the party. Between you and the fae, is a figure in blue. The fae that attacked you hisses at the blue figure, but the blue figure growls back. After a moment, the fae runs into the darkness, limping slightly.

The figure in blue turns to you. They’re wearing a long blue coat with an owl mask. Strange vials are strapped to the figure’s chest. When you look down, you see the clawed gloves and the tight pants they are wearing. When you look back up at them, their head is tilted to the side.

“What was that?” you whisper.

“An unwanted guest pretending to be someone he’s not. Are you hurt?” The figure’s voice is low and deep. It sends chills down your spine and makes your mouth dry.

“N-no. I don’t think so.”

The figure steps forward and takes your bruised arm in his clawed grasp. When you look down, you realize the bruises look more like burns. Your arm is throbbing and burns, bringing tears to your eyes.

“I can give you a salve that will heal these. Is that ok?” 

You nod. The man opens up a vial strapped his chest and gathers some cream. Despite the claws on the end of the gloves, he’s gentle with you. The claws don’t scratch your skin. Even when he’s rubbing the lotion into the burns, he’s gentle. When you wince, he whispers an apology and lightens his touch. When he’s done, he closes the vial and places it back on his chest.

Your arm feels better, but the marks are still there. Ugly and slightly blistered.

“On behalf of the King, I apologize that you were hurt,” the man said.

“You know the King?”

“Yes. I am an advisor of sorts to him.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “What do I call you?”

“Call me Shiver. What may I call you?”

You think it over a moment then give him a name. Not your full name, just something that you go by. While there are rules against a fae or other creature taking advantage of you and your colleagues, it’s best to be on the safe side around fae. Especially ones you don’t know.

He repeats your name and holds his hand out for you to take. “Because of the foul experience, will you allow me to escort you somewhere more… enjoyable than this party?” 

You scoff. “Why should I believe you?”

He hums. “Because I am asking permission, not demanding. But you have every right to leave, though I hope you do accept my offer.”

You bite your lip and think. Take this stranger's arm and follow him somewhere away from the party or go back into the party and try to forget about what happened. This strange man called Shiver did save you from an unknown and probably horrible fate. And he did apply a healing salve to your arm.

After a moment, you nod and take his arm. His arm is thick and firm, larger than you expected. It takes you by surprise at how cool he is. It’s not just his sleek leather jacket that’s chilled, but there’s a coldness emanating from within the coat. From within him. Yet, unlike the monster from before, his coolness is comforting. Like when you sleep with a window cracked open at night beneath layers of blankets.

“Where to, Shiver?”

He laughs, low and deep. “To the gardens.”

Shiver escorts you back towards the party but slips down a different corridor. He makes a few left turns and then a right, then he stops in front of a large door. He releases your arm and turns to you.

“Cover your eyes.”

“Why?”

“It’s a surprise. Trust me.”

“Trusting a fae is not something I make a habit of doing,” you huffed.

He laughs. “Good habit. I haven’t hurt you yet, right?”

“No.”

“So, cover your eyes. Please.”

A deep breath and you cover your eyes. The door in front of you squeaks open and a cool gust of wind hits you, making you shiver. Despite the cool air and the unknown place, you keep your eyes covered.

Shiver’s cold hand rests on your lower back. His nails prick against your skin and dress, sending a chill down your spine. Yet, you don’t feel afraid. You’re comforted by his touch and the solid feeling of his hand on your body.

“Keep your eyes closed and step forward,” he whispered in your ear.

You stay quiet and do as he asks. With your eyes covered, you step through the threshold into the cool night, with a stranger beside you.

Only when the door behind you shuts with a thump does Shiver tell you to remove your hands. You do so slowly, unsure of where you are or what you will see. It might be something terrible or amazing, you never know with fae.

What you see takes your breath away. You stand in a large, beautiful garden, bathed in the white light of the moon overhead. Fireflies float around, and numerous strange flowers are blooming. Unlike the inside of the castle, the garden is mostly green. Green with splashes of colorful flowers: white, purple, blue, pink.

“This is beautiful. Everything is so green,” you said softly.

“The King is a fan of his oranges, yellows, and reds, but I like green. It’s a reminder of spring.”

“Are these his gardens?”

Shiver shrugs. “Yes and no. This is his realm, his palace, his home. But he didn’t have this garden built, I did. He never really comes out here, I do. In all honesty, he might not even know about this place.”

“You had this built?”

Shiver gives you his arm and walks you towards a bench. “Yes. This is my home away from home. My escape from the King, servants, and other faes. I spend my time out here during most of his parties.”

“Except tonight.”

“Yes, except for tonight. Which I am thankful for. Aren’t you?”

“Yes.” You look down and shiver at the memory. “Who knows what that thing might have done.”

Shiver cups your face and angles your face up. “That’s what lured me from the gardens, you know.”

“What did?”

“You in danger. I felt you, your fear and anger. You called me.”

You frown. “How could I do that?”

He shrugs. “Does it matter?”

“No, I guess not.”

You turn away from him and observe the gardens around you. Brick paths crisscross throughout the gardens, some seem to go on forever. While others seem to end abruptly at hedges or disappear behind trees.

“Would you like to explore?”

You give him a look. “Can you read minds?”

He laughs and shakes his head. “No, that I cannot do. But I can see you looking around, there’s a glint of curiosity in your eyes.”

“No, there’s not.”

“Yes, there is. So, would you like me to show you around?”

“I would, yes.”

Shiver stands and helps you up. He gives you his arm again and you take it. Beneath the cold leather sleeve of his jacket, you can feel his firm bicep. You wonder if all of him is as firm as his bicep. Judging by those tight pants he’s wearing, he is. Those thighs are thick and so very big; big enough for you to sit on.

“Ready to go?” he asked.

You nod and hope he really can’t read minds. Or feel how hot your body suddenly got.

The walk through the gardens is quiet, but it’s nice. Away from the loud party, and the suffocating heat that comes with it, the gardens are the perfect escape. Out here everything is calm and cool. The only sound is the wind rustling the leaves or the occasional hoot of an owl. If something scuttles through the plants, it sounds small and quick. Most likely a mouse.

Shiver doesn’t speak much. When he does, he tells you the name of the plants or points out a flower you have never seen before. Most of the flowers in the garden only bloom at night, and when the sun comes up the close back up. Apparently, some of the plants only flower when winter comes.

Every so often you glance up towards the man beside you. In the moonlight, he looks otherworldly. You notice his footsteps make no sound against the path, nothing. It’s almost like he’s floating across the gardens beside you. His coat shines and the moonlight reflects off his bone-white mask. He reminds you of a ghost.

As Shiver is escorting you down the main path, he turns right suddenly and takes you down a path you didn’t see.

“Where are you taking me?” you asked.

Shiver tilts his head to look down at you. “My favorite place in the gardens.”

“You have a favorite place?”

“Yes. And you’ll see why.”

When you come to the end of the path, there’s a beautiful clearing with a pond in the center. The brickwork beneath your feet is replaced with a stepping stone pathway. The stepping stones are old and worn, but solid when you step on them. The full moon overhead bathes the area in a beautiful white light. Fireflies float along the path and near the water’s edge. The entire area is hidden by trees and large bushes. The only way to get here is to follow that partially hidden path Shiver took you down.

“Wow, Shiver, this place is beautiful,” you said.

“Isn’t it? I come here a lot.”

“Is that why it’s hidden?”

Shiver laughs and nods. “Yes, yes, it is.”

“I can’t blame you.”

Shiver leads you to the water’s edge, careful to make sure you stay on the stone path. All along the water's edge are plants and shrubs. Floating on the top of the water are lily pads and white-water lilies. Unlike other water-lilies you’ve seen, these ones are glowing.

The water is so dark and still, for a moment you think it’s glass. It reflects the moon overhead and the fireflies floating above around the edge.

“The water is so still,” you whispered.

“Isn’t it?”

“It’s kind of scary.”

Shiver turns and faces you. He’s so close to you, barely an inch apart. And he’s so tall, that you need to look up at him. He takes your hands in his, his claws are gentle against your skin. When he speaks, Shiver’s voice is deeper. “Are you afraid of water?”

“A bit.”

He cups your face and whispers, “You don’t need to be afraid when I’m around.”

“Not even of creatures that lurk in the water?”

“Not even of them.”

His face is hidden, and the mask is blank and cold. Haunting and unsettling. But Shiver’s hands are gentle, even with his claws. And the way he speaks to you, so soft and sweet, it makes your heart pound a little faster in your chest.

“Will you like to sit for a while?” he asked.

“Yes, please.”

Shiver guides you to the bench and helps you sit. He heaves out a sigh and reclines into the back of the bench. His legs spread open slightly, but he leaves enough room for you to sit comfortably. Still holding his arm, you lean against him. Despite the chill that is constantly emanating off him, Shiver is solid and comforting. And it’s not even his body that is comforting, it’s everything about him.

You yawn suddenly and loudly. It makes you laugh in embarrassment and you cover your face. Shiver laughs and nudges you with his shoulder.

“If you want, you can rest your head on my shoulder,” he said.

“Oh, I don’t know. I might actually fall asleep.”

“It’s ok. I’ll wake you when the party is ending.”

You give him an unsure look. Shiver sighs and looks back towards the pond.

“The choice is yours. We have hours until the party begins to end. If you haven’t woken by then, I’ll wake you.”

“You promise?”

Shiver turns to you and is silent. He reaches up and takes your chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “You have my word, flower. Nothing and no one will harm you. And when this party is over, you will head home safely. I swear.”

The severity of his words takes your breath away. Tears prick your eyes and you nod.

“Rest, my sweet flower.”

You smile and rest your head on his shoulder. Shiver pulls his arm out of your grasp and places it around your shoulders, pulling you against his chest. Your eyes grow heavy and your breathing begins to slow down. As you’re falling asleep, you faintly hear Shiver’s voice, followed by another low, raspy voice.

You’re woken to someone whispering your name and shaking you slightly. You sit up, confused, and look around. Beside you is Shiver, he’s holding your shoulder and his head is tilted slightly. You glance up to the sky and see the moon is lower than you remember it was. A few hours must have passed.

“Hey, you feeling ok?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’m so sorry I fell asleep on you.”

“It’s ok.”

“How long have I been asleep?”

“A couple hours.”

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry.”

Shiver shakes his head and takes your hands in his. “It’s ok. Besides, who am I to complain when a beautiful woman falls asleep on me.”

You laugh and look away. “I’m sure that happens often for you.”

“True, but none of them are as breathtaking as you.”

You smile and look down at your hands. “Is um, the party still going on?”

“It’s ending. A carriage is waiting to take you home.”

“Oh, it’s ok. I’ll go with my friends.” 

Shiver takes your hands again in his. “The King has instructed one of his personal carriages to take you home and that I accompany you.”

“Do I have a choice?”

“You always do. But the King does wish to extend his apologies for what happened tonight.”

“Ok, it’s probably nicer than the one I arrived in.”

Shiver stands and escorts you back through the garden and into the palace. The hall is mostly empty now, save a handful of lingering guests. The servants are beginning to clean. Out in the front of the palace, a single carriage is alone. It’s shaped like a huge pumpkin; a hooded figure sits in the driver seat.

Shiver holds the door and helps you in. You tell him where you live, and he tells the driver. When the door is closed and you’re comfortable beside Shiver, he hits the roof of the carriage. It begins to move.

The ride is fast and you spend it curled up next to Shiver. His arm is over your shoulder, holding you against him. It reminds you of the bench you both sat on. Shiver’s quiet, but his fingers trail over your exposed shoulder. His touch lulls you to sleep.

You’re woken up by Shiver again.

“We’re here.”

He helps you out of the carriage and walks you up the steps of you’re the house you live in. He takes your hand and presses his mask to it, imitating a kiss. 

“It was a pleasure to meet you, my flower.”

“You as well, Shiver. Thank you, for saving me again. And please thank the King for the ride and for escorting me home.”

Shiver stands and steps close to you. “I will tell him, but he still feels terrible for what happened to you. Consider this the start of his apology.”

“The start?”

Shiver laughs and nods, but doesn’t care to elaborate. “Yes, have a good night.”

“You too, Shiver.”

He turns away but turns back to you. “I almost forgot.” He reaches into his coat and pulls out a perfectly preserved bouquet of flowers. They’re flowers from the garden, beautiful and so sweet-smelling. “For you.”

“Are these from the King?”

“No, those are from me. He might be able to dazzle you with a carriage ride, but I thought flowers were more your thing. Are they?”

“Yes, they are.”

“Good. Though, I must say you are more beautiful than any other flower.”

You laugh and look down at the flowers. “Thank you, Shiver, for everything.”

Shiver nods. “Until next time, my sweet flower.”

Shiver turns and gets back in the carriage. The carriage rattle down the road and disappears, leaving you alone on the front porch of the house. You take a deep breath and head inside, Shiver’s words rattling around in your head. 

#reaper x reader #gabriel reyes x reader #shiver!reaper x reader #pumpkin king!reaper x reader

[futurepurplepaladin]

Under the Sea |2|

Warning: minor cuss words

Word Count: 1000+

(GIF by @katsuakiw)

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I sat on the beach, the midnight black waves contrasting with the pearly white sand.

It was peaceful, calm, tranquil-everything I wish life was.

My life wasn’t terrible, but it could be easier-my mother died when I started middle school, so I had no one to look for support. I had to take care of myself. My father left me and my mother before I could even remember him. School was stressful and tireless work-work I had to do so I could give myself a better life than this one. Nobody really noticed me, and that was alright. Even today, on my 16th birthday, it was alright.

So, when things felt like too much, like the world is on my shoulders and my lungs feel shattered by the weight-I come to the ocean. The ocean was different than my life- the ocean didn’t listen to anyone, it commanded itself, it wasn’t fearful of what would happen if was it’s true self. Because it was. While me on the other hand, it was stuck in a tiny box that I couldn’t escape from.

Everything about the ocean’s fearless nature gave me strength to push on.

I looked out on the waves, tasting the earthy flavor of salt on my tongues, the smell tingling my nose.

I closed my eyes- a all too familiar memory resurfacing- my small hand greedily picking a flower so perfect it looked alien, it’s blue petals blurring from one shade of blue to another like a tie dye of ocean colors.

Then the bad ones came- me running, the fog, the fall from the cliff, and then-the boy. The child that saved me.

Every since I was a kid, every single person I told my story to didn’t believe me. They blamed it on my childish age, the fact I hit my head, or that my fear augmented my memory. Anything to rationalize what happened. Because my story was already extraordinary as it was.A fall from a 2 story cliff should have killed me instantly. But it didn’t. And how the weather was completely different around the time of my “incident.” The day had been beautiful and bright, until it turned dark and cold, and as quickly as the cold came, the sunlight returned. It was quite strange to say the least.

I always had this nagging feeling that my story was right. That I didn’t just think it all up. It was too real for me to not believe it to be true. But with time, the story got fuzzy, the details slipping my mind like a dream. And now, it’s harder to believe my own story with each passing day.

I looked back at the waves, a hint of longing in my chest. I would love to be in the ocean. It seemed so carefree, so relaxing. I could discover, and explore the depths, with no expectations or deadlines. I wouldn't ever feel claustrophobic in the immense space of the ocean.

And if I’m being honest with myself- some of that longing is the result of the boy I may or may not seen.

I couldn't help but think that maybe-just maybe-he could explain things to me. Could tell me what happened that day. Because even if everything was fake, the flower, my fall, the change of weather was all just my imagination- my cut couldn’t have magically healed by itself. There was no way. The blood around my skin was definitely there that day because my mother had inspected the spot in depth due to the blood stained fabric. Something in my stomach nagged me. It was him. It had to be him.

I got up, stretching, my stomach being exposed to the soft salty wind. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sounds and smells of the ocean. It always helped to clear my head.

I stared at the waves, it churning delicately in the full moon. It was almost magical,in a way.

Suddenly, a strange sensation overtook my body. It was electricity was surging into my body, my fingertips tingling with this almost ticklish sensation. I looked up, a new wind blowing my hair. I looked out, the Sea churning harder- it was like it wanted me to come to it. To command it. I walked tentatively towards the ocean, the sand crunching softly under my bare feet. I reached the edge of the water, the black waves sloshing excitedly. For some reason, I wasn’t afraid-I was interested, and confused. I should be scared, I thought. “Why aren’t I?”

I dipped my foot in the water carefully- only, I didn’t. The moment I put my foot near the water, the water shifted away from it. It reminded me of batteries-the same sides detracting from each other. I yelped, confused.

How the hell could this happen?

I did this multiple times- out, the water is normal. In, I’m literally defying the laws of gravity.

I decided to test how far this could work. I stepped both feet in, feeling only sand again as the waves avoided my touch. I began to take small steps, the waves still avoiding me. And another. And another. And another, until I’m a few feet away from the shore and there’s a wall of water up to my waist. I grazed my fingers against the watery boundary, the water splashing me, but still keeping its form. The energy feeling was still surging through me-it was amazing. Crazy, but amazing. I could control water?

The moonlight cast a white glow above me, reflecting pieces of things on the ocean floor. There were sea shells, and seaweed, and then something that caught my eye. I bent down brushing my hair to one side as I went to examine this glittering object. I picked it up, swirling in the tips of my fingers.

It was a perfectly round pearl, the white tinted a shade of cerulean blue. It was quite beautiful, the smooth surface cool against my fingers.

“Hey!” I heard someone say, “That’s mine!”

“Ah!” I yelped. My mind broke away from the ocean and the pearl, and the waves crashed over me.

I screamed, the cold waves crushing my body’s senses. I locked my knees, willing my body to stay in one place.Thank god I only went waist deep-I would have given out if I went any further.

My hands grasped the pearl tightly in reflex, my fingers digging into the skin of my palm.

“Are you okay?” I heard again, this time Being able to distinguish what type of person was calling to me. It was definitely male, but young. Maybe my age or older.

“Who’s there?” I gulped out in fear, the cold and new fear mingling together in my voice. I twirled in the water, my shorts floating around my legs as I tried to find the source of the voice.

I heard the voice again. “Wait-“ He said awe in voice, “you’re-you’re human?”

I stopped twisting, confusion now entering my system. Human?

I willed myself to steady my voice. “Who are you? Show yourself!” I commanded, my fingers beginning to shake.

I felt a tremor in the water in front of me, fear erupting again in my body. i started walking away, not being able to go fast enough. It was like trying to walk in syrup.

Panic was rising as the ripples got closer to me, only now a few feet away. I began to thrash a little, trying to reach the shore as quickly as possible. The tremors suddenly stopped, and instead, a boy emerged from the water, his soaked hair parted against his forehead.

I stared at him, my hand still clutching the blueish pearl against me as if it was a good luck charm.

I stared at him, the panic in my chest ebbing away and leaving only a soft pant.

“Hey!” He said, his voice trailing closer to me, “Are you okay?”

I stared at him, lost for words. Who the hell was this? Why did he scare me so badly? And most importantly, why did he call me a human?

“Did I scare you?” He asked, swimming closer to me.

What was strange to me was how he came towards me-he didn’t swim towards me like most people do. Most people use their hands to trend the water, their weight causing them to trudge through it heavily. He, on the other hand, was graceful-he swam through it quickly and efficiently, not even using his hands.

He stopped in front of me, his eyes level with mine.

“I’m sorry if I did,” he chuckled softly, his hands rising to rub the back of his neck, “I really didn’t mean to.”

In the moonlight , I could see this boy was quite good looking-his skin had a glow to it, the eyelashes coating his lids were dark and thick, and his jawline could seriously cut a man. My checks began to grow in heat despite my dropping body temperature.

He looked up through his black lashes, his lips raisers in an apologetic smile.

I stared at him lost for words-the cold, the scare, the confusion of what just happened was making my mind go haywire

He chuckled nervously. “Um, hello?” He asked, shaking a hand in front of my face. I broke out of my daze, shaking my head a few times.

“Huh?” I asked.

He chuckled again, his laugh melodic.

“Are you good?”

“Uh-uh, Yeah, Yeah!” I smiled nervously, my shoulders tight in cold.

“I was just wondering...do you have a pearl? That’s kinda blue? I kinda lost it, and uh-If I lose another one Id get in so much trouble,” he emphasized the “So”, making me chuckle despite the really weird situation.

“Actually, I did,” I smile, the cold making me shiver. “Is that why you yelled at me?” I smirked, watching his mannerism turn embarrassed.

“Maybe...If I knew you were so pretty, I wouldn’t have done that,” He smirked playfully, his broad shoulders brushing the waves gracefully.

“Whoa-Okay,” I thought, “hot dude complimenting me while I’m freezing in an ocean at 11 at night. Never thought this’d happen.”

“Well-that helps my conscience a bit,” I said back, my words stuttering a little do to the cold.

I was beginning to get used to the water, but since I wasn’t moving anymore, it was starting to feel cold again.

“Um-just a quick question,” I asked, “why are you swimming this late at night?”

“Why are you?” He pushed, his head tailoring a bit too the side.

“Uh-“ I paused, trying to come up with a lie quickly. I don’t know who this guy is, but I don’t feel like telling a stranger I can somehow control water like some mutant in a comic book.

“I was-just….clearing my head,” I stuttered, making my lie sound extremely fake. It wasn’t full lie though-I did come to the ocean to relax a bit-but not like this.

“Uhm-same here!” The boy said half heartedly. That felt like as much of a lie as mine did. It was quite obvious he wasn’t telling the truth, but I let it pass.

“Is it okay if I can have my pearl back?” He asked.

My hand came of the water, the quiet “drip” of droplets clinging like wind chimes. He raised his hand above the water as well, reaching for my outstretched palm. His skin made contact with my palm, it being surprisingly warm. I began to feel self conscious about my hands, realizing they were probably extremely cold.

And then that’s when I had an”vision”, I guess.

It was strange-A large light beamed in my face, blinding my senses. The only thing I could hear was a strong wind in my ears, and then a montage of images: a little girl falling, diving in gray murky water, then watching a little boy with a blue tail look down on a battered little girl. Another flash of light, and I saw the boys outstretched hand hold a small pearl, almost identical to the one I just had. Then the light died and the wind rushed back until I was in the present.

The boy and I both jumped back from our touch. He was holding the pearl to his chest, his eyes large in shock as I stared at my hand and back at him.

Did he see what I see?

His chest feel heavily, his breathing fast. “Who are you?” He asked, almost accusingly.

“Did you see what I saw?” I asked feverishly, my confusion forcing away his question.

“No no no no no,” he said quickly, “my question first! How are you able to-to put memories in my head, or make me remember stuff like that-“

“Wait! You saw it too?!? What did you see?” I asked loudly, excitement pushing through my voice.

He looked at me, his eyes furrowed in thought.

“I saw-myself falling….and then seeing me when I was small helping this little girl-you know, it’s not important I’m just gonna-“ he looked extremely freaked out, and even though a twinge of guilt formed in my stomach I pressed him.

“No, I know what your talking about! I saw that too-except I was saving the girl…”

“did you by any chance heal a little girl with a pearl? Like a really long time ago?” I said towards him, looking to see if I was right.

He nodded numbly.

“And-did she look a little like me?” I held my breath, waiting for his answer.

“Yeah… she kinda did…” He whispered, “and when I saved her-the weather changed…”

“From sunny to cloudy?”

He nodded again, realization hitting his features.

“Are you-you that girl?” He asked in astonishment.

I sighed. “I think I am.”

Then I paused, something surfacing. The boy had fins-blue ones. Like a-

“Oh my god.” I gasped, “Are-are you a mermaid?”

“Well, it’s more like merman than mermaid but Yeah-“

His expression changed, almost anger in himself for admitting this.

“Wait I’m not supposed to tell you that...but well, I already admitted. Yeah, I’m a mermaid,” his voice got quieter, him waiting for my response.

“What?!? Your a-you have-oh my god…” I breathed out, processing things over.

When I was a kid, I thought a mermaid had saved me because I had glimpses his blue tail-but I didn’t think it was real. Just maybe a trick if the light-but clearly not.

“Hey, uh,” the boy broke my thoughts, his voice tentative, “is there any way we can see each other again? Because we need to talk more. Figure things out-Cause I’m super confused.”

“Me too,” I agreed, still processing everything. “Can you come tomorrow, same time and place?”

“Sure,” He said. “What’s your name? So when I’m hear I can call for you?”

“It’s y/n,” I smiled tentatively. “Yours?”

“Lance.”

#voltron #vld #lance x reader #vld matchup blog #vld lance #hunk x reader #keith x reader #vld keith x reader #vld shiro x reader #keith kogane #vld lance x reader hc #vld lance hc #vld lance mcclain x you #vld lance mcclain blog #vld lance x you #vld lance mcclain x reader #vld lance x reader #vld lance mcclain #lance vld #vld lance mermaid au

[melikeylikeyjimin]

Self Love Challenge ~

In honor of my new found love for myself and Answer coming out soon, I decided that I should document what I love about myself and then tag my friends so they can do it

🌸- Five Things About Your Body

(I think i’m supposed to put stuff I love about my body right lol?)

-Umm I love how my body looks atm i guess. A lot of people think I’m skinny and I do too. Although I do need to work out a bit loool.

-I like my legs and how they look. They’re pretty strong I would think because of all the sports I used to do.

-I like my eye color. They’re a blueish green color and I think they are pretty to look at

- I like my hair for the most part. I like the color it’s like a medium brown??? But it’s really thick which bothers me sometimes lol

- I like the little freckles I have on my face that are barely visible. They’re cute ig

🌺- Five Things About The Personality

-I like my personality type. I would classify myself as an ambivert for the most part. I do like socializing and I do like alone time.

-I think I’m very motherly and I don’t mind playing that role at all lol. (My 80 kids that call me mom rip)

-I think I have a very open personality where I’ll try to get along with anyone regardless of what others may think of them. 

-I think im a soft person overall. I do have a kinda unapproachable vibe but I promise once you start talking to me i’m soft for almost anyone.

-my caring nature. This kinda tags in with the motherly part. I’m cool with listening when people need it and trying to give advice or help them with whatever they are going through.

🌹- Five Things About the style

-My style is kinda all over the place I think. I’d say that my favorite thing to wear are jeans for sure. ripped jeans or regular, it doesn’t matter to me.

-Converse loool(converse converse i really hate converse). I like them a lot.

-I kinda prefer tighter fitting shirts than baggy ones but either one I like. Usually nice shirts or nice t-shirts are my go to top. As well as cute hoodies etc.

-I really like skirts and have always wanted to wear them but i’ve always been too scared to because of other’s opinions lol

-I don’t think many people like this but I enjoy wearing heels for the most part. Like yes, they hurt my feet but I think they’re cute and stylish and I would like to wear them more often loool.

tagging: I’m not really sure who cause tbh I need some tumblr friends loool.(Please someone be my friend) For now I’ll tag: @bangtanrunner (cause I’m a loner)

#tagged #love yourself #self love challenge

[wandering-chronicler-blog]

A Meeting in Shadow

It was not the first time he’d been chained in a cell.  And he was sure it wouldn’t be the last.  He scanned the dark room, his eyes having long adjusted and carefully looked at the bars. The wood of the door was rotten and old, and he noticed how the bricks above that held the bars had old mortar. He could break the bricks free and rip them out of the wood if…

 “I found you!”

 Link’s train of thought was interrupted as he heard the voice.  His eyes darted to the right where it’d come from.  In the shadows, he saw a tall woman in a dark, hooded cloak. Her hands were on her hips and red eyes studied him as her lips curled into a smirk.  Strange teal markings glowed along her arms as he couldn’t tell if she was wearing tight gloves or had used magic to wrap herself in shadow. She didn’t look entirely human, but with the strangeness he’d encountered recently, she looked comparatively normal even with her blueish skin and fiery orange hair.

 “Quite the hit on the head you took there!” she teased.  “Though I guess it's good you're a bit thick-skulled anyways...”

 He remained silent, watching her closely.  He wasn’t sure if this was part of some interrogation but knew better than to volunteer any information as long as he was chained and naked in a dungeon cell.

 She studied him quietly before inspecting her nails.  “Mmm, maybe it affected the speech center in your brain too if you are just going to glare at me like that.  And here I was maybe thinking of letting you out...  oh well.”

 “Out?” he asked.

 “Oh!  So he does speak still!  Maybe there's hope for a deal yet.”  Her hand fell slowly to her side as she looked back at him.

 “Who are you?”

 She smirked at him.  “Well, that's at least refreshing!  Most people would ask WHAT I am, rather than who.”  She took a few steps, looking at the chains.  “Hold still a moment, will you?”

He kept from rolling his eyes as the chains suddenly snapped.  A flash of orange and teal sliced open the manacles around his ankles and right wrist.  She’d clearly missed the manacle on his left hand though as it remained clamped tightly around his wrist.  He could get it off himself later though now that he was freed.

 “Mmm. Sloppy of them not to use dimeritium.  After all, you could be hiding something.”

 He rubbed his wrist, inspecting it a little before glancing in her direction.  He watched as she slipped through the bars, her body turning to shadow and smoke for a moment before reforming on the other side.  “Thank you.”

 “Don't thank me yet. I still haven't decided if I should let you out.”  The strange woman yawned then and leaned her back against the door to the cell across from him.  

 “Just had to get out of the chains.”  Already he’d spotted the flaws in the old cell and grabbed the chains he’d been bound in. He threaded them through the bars and wrapped them each around a bar.  Once done, he picked up one set and began to pull.  The wood almost immedietly began to give and the brick above rattled as old mortar began to flake away.

 “You had a plan to get out even before I came along, didn't you?”

 “Mmhm.”   He kept pulling before one bar suddenly broke free. The bricks above broke a bit as well, freeing the next bar.  Link quickly picked up the next one and started pulling on the chain he’d put there.

 “Well, I was going to see if you were worth the trouble by seeing if you could get out of the cell yourself but you've proven already you're definitely smarter than you look.” She cocked her head a little.  “Even if the basilisk suggested otherwise...”

 That’d been well over a month ago when he and his ‘merchant’ friend had run into the draconid and sorceress. “You've been following us.”  Link grunted as he pulled the next bar out. One more and he’d be able to squeeze through.

 “Yes I have.  And you both seem quite aware of how worlds are colliding.  That this may be the work of some madman wanting to invade your world.”

 Immediately, Link recalled his history lessons from The Tower.  In particular, The Interlopers and that sunk Hyrule into a bloodbath over three centuries ago.  “Thought another world could be involved in this...  conjunction.”  He stopped for a moment to inspect the mortar around the last brick.  “You're from one of those words, aren't you?”

 “Usually not this obvious.”

 “Illusion over yourself?”

 “Obviously.”

 “Guessing too then you're trying to figure out just what's going on too?”  He gave the bar a couple hard tugs and it fell free.  He quickly caught it before it clattered on the floor. With the third bar gone, he slipped through them.  By the time he was in the hallway, the strange woman had vanished.  

 “Well, you could say that,” he heard her say in his ear.  He spun around, but didn’t see her.  “I've got my own theories.  And plenty of evidence to suggest they're true.”  It must’ve been some sort of spell he reasoned.  How else would she have gotten into the dungeon that was likely as heavily guarded as The Royal Palace back home.  “But never mind them.  I've decided I like you enough to help you.”

 “Lucky me.”  Something grabbed his ear and pulled hard.  “Ow!”  Link’s head was pulled along with it.

 “But you have to do as I say,” the woman said in his ear.  He could feel her breath and left hand on his shoulder.  “Understand?”  She let go of his ear then.  Link took a couple steps forward and rubbed his ear.

 He looked back to see her standing with her arms folded.  She looked like she was dressed like a sorceress from Labrynna, though he’d never seen the strange pattern like she had on her skirt though before.   Thinking briefly, he knew that he couldn’t trust her completely, but with how she held herself and some of what she’d said, he could at least trust her to be of use to get to the bottom of this mess.  Maybe even find his friend and get him out of here too.  “Alright, fine,” he said.  “I'll work with you but I'm not gonna be your slave.”

 “Well, of course not. If I wanted a slave, I'd have kept the chains on you.”

 Without a word and the same glare on his face when he’d first met her, he held up his left arm. The chain rattled against the manacle. A second later, bands snapped around it and it was sliced cleanly off him and landed on the ground with a clatter.

 “No, more a servant.” She flicked her fingers a little, the last of the magic energies fading from them.  “By all means, if you think you can change my mind about something, you're welcome to try it.”  Her eyes locked with his then and a small smirk appeared on her lips.  “No promises on if you will though.”

 “Heh...”

  They stood like that for a few moments before her impatience became clear.  “Well, what're you standing around here for?  Let's get your buddy out and get out of here!”

 Link looked down the hall for a moment.  “I need to get something first.”

 “Like what?”

 He gave himself a brief lookover.  “Other than pants?  My gear. They...”  Small black squares suddenly began to appear in front of him.  They fused together into a dark silillouette.  Link recognized though the grip of a sword and a shield on top of it all.  Color returned to it, revealing his clothes.  He caught them as they finished forming.  “Thank you.”

 “Not doing this for you. But can't have you running between worlds naked and unarmed.”

 “Heh.” He quickly pulled his pants on then, followed by a white cotton shirt.  His tunic was nowhere to be seen among the belongings, but it was so distinctive he was sure he’d be spotted the second he pulled it on. “So, if we're going to be working together, what do I call you?”  Link pulled his boots on then and grabbed his belt.

 “Midna.”

 He buckled the belt and tried offering her a hand once he’d finished.  “Link.”

 She glanced at the hand offered before looking back down at him.  “That's a verb, not a name.”

 “So I've heard,” he sighed. Turning away from her, he grabbed the scabbard with his sword off the ground.  He pulled it out briefly to check it, finding the blade in exactly the same condition before he’d been captured.  It went over his shoulders and he soon had it adjusted and the shield on his back.  “Okay. Let's get going.”

 “Good.  I'll be watching.”  She took a single step towards him and vanished.  In the dim light though, he saw wisps of darkness and smoke merging with his shadow.

 Link rolled his shoulders a little and turned back down the hall.  Already he couldn’t wait until she was gone.

So, been waiting a while to do this and though not following the prompts really (and even following a couple from last year) but thought this could be the PERFECT opportunity to dig into their relationship to a degree for The Wolf of Farore. 

More to come tomorrow as I got seven of these written!  Thanks for reading!

#midlinkweek #Link #Midna #The Legend of Zelda #Zelda AU #The Wolf of Farore

[fibula-rasa]

A Century of Glamour Ghouls: 1980s

Amy Peterson in Fright Night (1985)

The Movie

The dominant movement within the horror genre in the 1980s may be the slasher, but the popularity of the genre on the whole led to quite a few non-slasher classics. Fright Night (1985) is one of these. It’s a teen horror comedy that is one of the most self-reflexive non-slashers from the decade. That’s all to say that Fright Night goes as far as setting itself apart from slashers in its dialogue.

Peter Vincent (Roddy McDowall): “...nobody wants to see vampire killers anymore, or vampires either. Apparently, all they want to see are demented madmen running around in ski-masks, hacking up young virgins.”

Charlie Brewster (William Ragsdale) is a horror-movie obsessed teen. He’s avid viewer of Fright Night, a local horror movie TV show hosted by washed-up actor Peter Vincent. One night, Charlie notices someone’s moved into the vacant house next door. Charlie’s new vampire neighbor Jerry Dandrige (Chris Sarandon) quickly sets off his monster radar. Of course, Dandrige and his thrall, Billy, are shielded by the modern-day skepticism about old-world monsters and no one believes Charlie. Amy (Amanda Bearse), Charlie’s girlfriend, conspires with Peter Vincent to help cure Charlie’s delusions but Vincent inadvertently learns that Dandrige is, in fact, a goddamn, sh*t-sucking vampire. Unfortunately, Dandride sees something familiar in Amy and sets his sights on turning her.

Fright Night is a great horror comedy and a melding of classic horror-suspense stories with the teen-centric nature of horror movies in the 1980s.

The Look

Amy has the raised-by-grandparents, straight-A-earning, girl-next-door schtick on lock. Her makeup is minimal. Her hair is slightly teased, but not fussy. She sticks mostly to solid colors, either pastel or bright, and her outfits tend to be conservative. There’s not one unifying silhouette to her outfits, which is pretty realistic for a teen, honestly.

The Clothes

Amy dresses a lot like I did in the 80s. I was a toddler though. All of her outfits are meticulously color coordinated; from her hair accessories to her white hi-tops. This is the basis for my casual-cosplay look.

As I mentioned in my post on Irena from Cat People, I am a big fan of the horror movie convention of people undergoing visual transformations in accordance with their closeness with a force of evil. Fright Night has wonderfully choreographed dance scene with Amy and Jerry Dandrige where she gets progressively vampier while also discovering that Charlie was right about Jerry being a vampire. As they cross the dance floor, Amy’s shirt unbuttons, her hair gains volume and her makeup gets deeper.

After Dandrige succeeds in abducting Amy, he changes her into a long white halter gown. Vampire Amy has mega-glam makeup and her hair grows long over the course of a few hours. This is the basis for my full cosplay. Maybe next year I’ll try my hand at a tutorial of shark-mouth Amy, but it’s a bit much for this challenge.

The Makeup

For the casual-cosplay, I went very natural and minimal with the makeup as Amanda Bearse is made up to be very young and fresh faced.

For the base, I applied a bb cream in my skintone then took a matte bronzer all over the high points of my face since Amy is a little bit tanned and I am a Pacific Northwesterner. Use whichever complexion products you feel most comfortable with, as long as the finish isn’t too matte.

For the eyes, take a warm brown shade (or neutral if your undertones are cooler than mine) and blend it thinly over the lid and upward and inward toward your brow bone. Take what’s left on the brush and bring that lightly under the eye. This is just meant to add some dimension to your eyes. Finish off with dark-brown or black mascara and the eyes are done!

The eyebrows are 80’s thick, but very natural. Take a powder shade close to your hair color and fill in where necessary. Blush should be a warm pinky shade applied lightly across your cheekbones and blend it all the way up to your temples.

For the lips, a tinted lip balm goes a long way.

For the full cosplay, I started with the same bronzed base but went full glam.

The eyes are the only really complicated bit here. (1.) Start with a light-blueish gray shade for the base and blend it from the lashline up to the browbone. (2.) Layer that with a deeper blue-gray shade and blend upward and inward. (3.) Take dark, navy blue shadow to deepen the color further still starting at the lashline then take a small angled brush and map out a line and wing. Take what’s left on the brush to blend it out across the lower lashline. It’s okay if it’s a bit messy at this point. (4.) Take the same navy shade on a wet brush (or use a navy blue liner) and sharpen and darken the winged liner.

Finish the eyes off with black liner in the upper waterline, apply black mascara, and thick black false lashes. If you’re not into false lashes, make sure you curl your lashes and consider a fiber mascara to get the length and thickness for the look.

Amy’s brows are the same naturally straight shape from the casual look, but here they are fully filled in and a bit darker. I used a pencil to get a sharper shape and finished it off with a brow powder. Likewise for the blush, I used the same color form the casual look, but applied it more heavily.

Finishing up with lips, take a deep red shade and apply it lightly as a stain. Go over that with a healthy amount of pink gloss.

Bonus for getting to the end of the post: that time a few weeks ago when I closet cosplayed Jerry Dandrige!

The 1910s | The 1920s | The 1930s | The 1940s | The 1950s | The 1960s | The 1970s | The 1990s | The 2000s

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[qaraofthenoykinffxiv]

.|coda

The sun outside was bright and full, with a bit of bite to the breeze sweeping over the camp. Children sped past, giggling, weaving their way through brightly colored fabrics that had been hung up to dry after dyeing. A gaggle of women were surveying the anxious horses that had been brought in that day, stomping their hooves and flicking their long tails. 

A thirteen year old Qara knelt in front of her mother, who was seated on a rough wooden barrel, as the older woman pulled her daughter’s dark hair into two braids. She was weaving red ribbon in with the long locks, making sure not a hair was out of place, though Qara knew this was short lived. Her legs were itching for a run and she was longing to meet the horses, and spend time with Och. The wind would have her hair in no time. 

Reaching up, she squinted at the mirror in her hands as she touched her cheek. There was dirt there, and her eyes almost seemed too big for her face; she seemed constantly doe-eyed, like prey. She envied the heavy lids of her older sister, their darkness and the way they looked like precious gems. Geriel noticed the way her daughter was scrutinizing herself and lofted a brow, guiding another braid into place with its ribbon.

“Is there something on your mind, little star?” 

Qara hesitated, looking at her mother with the mirror. Though no longer a young woman, she was just as beautiful as she had been in her youth. She had hair as black as night and the same big, silver eyes as her daughter, though Qara thought they fit her mother’s face better. She had dimples when she laughed and she laughed plenty, with the lines around her mouth to show for it. There was a scar along her right cheek, thin and white, and another across the bridge of her nose. Her hands were calloused but gentle, careful not to tug on Qara’s hair. 

“Am I pretty?” the girl asked, her voice small and meek. Geriel hummed, finished the second braid by tying it off with the last of the red ribbon, and turned Qara around to look at her. Rough hands carefully held the girl’s face, and Geriel peered down at her with a softened gaze.

“Little star, you are beautiful,” she replied. “Nhaama herself must live within your eyes, they shine so brightly. You glow - you are radiant, my child. But I must ask of you to not let this define you. You are so many things that are far more important - and far more interesting - than beautiful. You are smart, and strong, and bold, and you are kind, Qara. You are gentle and compassionate to all you meet. These are qualities that are invaluable. Beauty reaches the skin. It is your goodness that makes you radiate warmth from the inside out.”

Geriel smiled, leaning forward to kiss her daughter’s forehead. 

“Never lose those good qualities. The tribe may value your strength and boldness and talents over much else, but your kindness and courage and mind will be what defines you. You are unique. You are special. I love you so.”

Qara leaned forward into her mother’s embrace and buried her face into her shoulder, taking comfort in the scent of her skin - like campfire and wild air. Geriel had taught Qara everything she knew about compassion and kindness; she had showed her these traits in taming beasts, with patience unmatched for stubborn steeds.

“What would I do without you, mama?” she asked with a smile. “I love you back.”

The rain was relentless. 

A messenger had been sent to find Qara, out in the wilds for the past three days chasing a band of horses who had an injured foal. The young boy had come to a halt in front of Qara as she rode hard on the back of a younger horse - not Och, who was too old to keep up with these chases now - causing the mare to rear back and nearly fling off her rider. 

“Qara!” the boy said, breathless, soaked to the bone. “It’s your mother. She’s given birth, but something’s not right– They told me to come get you–”

“It’s a month before she was due,” Qara said, staring at him before squeezing the mare with her bare heels as she re-directed her by her mane. “Hyah! Go!” 

Qara’s throat was in her throat the whole journey back to the camp. Fortunately, she had only strayed two or three bells away, but each minute that ticked by felt like an eternity. Her horse knew something was wrong. Though she lacked the unmatched grace of Och, she was as quick as the wind, even through muddy ground and blinding rain. The thud of hooves followed behind her as the boy and his steed rode back to the camp with her. There had been anxiety etched into his face. Geriel was beloved by the Noykin people she helped lead with her husband; losing her would be detrimental to the health of the tribe. It would shatter Naranbaatar and Qara, the people they looked to for guidance. 

As they reached the lord’s yurt, Qara flung herself off of her horse and sprinted inside. Three healers were within and the room was lit only around Geriel who laid upon her bed in the center, drenched with sweat. A baby was crying to the side, but Qara could only stumble toward her father and mother, dripping with rain water. Naranbaatar grabbed his daughter by the arm to keep her from collapsing, his eyes wide and wet. 

“What’s happened?” Qara asked, breathless, as she slid to her knees beside her mother’s bed and grabbed onto one of her cold hands with both of hers. A healer was chanting and waving incense around the room while two others spoke to her eldest brother and his wife, the latter of whom was weeping. 

“She went into labor early,” Naranbaatar said. He was struggling to keep his voice from cracking. Geriel was his beloved from childhood. The mountain of a man had never wept as long as Qara had been alive, but his shoulders were shaking then, like he was about to give way to sobbing. “She lost so much blood - they had to cut the child out of her–…”

“Mama.” Qara’s voice cracked, now, and she pressed her forehead against her mother’s arm. “Mama, I’m sorry. I should have been here. Please…” 

“Naranbaatar Khan,” one of the healers said quietly, gesturing to Naranbaatar. His heavy hand left Qara’s shoulder as he went to talk to the woman, trying to straighten his back and walk tall. Qara’s silver eyes fell upon her mother’s face as she lifted a hand to cup her cheek. It was hot in contrast to the skin of her fingers, and her eyes were twitching beneath her lids. 

“Mama,” she breathed again, weakly. And, slowly, Geriel opened her eyes - the same ones that she had given her daughter - and focused on the girl over her. 

“My starlight,” she mumbled through dry lips. The hand that Qara was gripping lifted, and the girl closed her eyes as her mother stroked her cheek with her rough thumb. 

“Hush, now… No tears. No tears, my child. I love you so. I will always love you so. Come…” Weeping, Qara took her mother’s invitation and laid her head upon her chest, and she felt Geriel kiss the top of it, right on the part of her hair. 

“In the face of every little bird who comes to your hand, and in the gaze of every mare who watches over her foal, in the thunder of every herd running through the Steppe… I will be there, with you, Qara. No matter where you go, I will be with you,” Geriel said, almost below a whisper. “Do not be afraid.” 

Pressed into her hand was a familiar rope of leather. Qara leaned her head back to properly see what her mother had handed to her. It was the necklace she had worn, a gift from her mother to her when she was of age - like Qara was, now. It was simple, made of black leather and a square turquoise stone. 

“Mama…” Qara swallowed and looked down at the pendant as she slowly felt her mother’s fingers slip from hers. “Mama. I love you back.” 

Geriel managed a weak smile, but little else. She was fading again, and Naranbaatar had returned to her side. He said nothing to his daughter; he just knelt beside his wife and gave way to the sobs he had been holding back, his forehead pressed against her arm. Qara rested her head against his shoulder before allowing her brother to take his place beside him. Slowly, she rose, looking for the source of the high-pitched crying across the room. 

Her legs felt weak beneath her, but she found her sister in a darkened spot, trying to shush the baby. It had been swaddled, but not yet fed, judging by its screeches. Qara stood at her sister’s elbow, peering down at the baby through tear-laden eyes. It had the same horns as the woman that held it, though they were teeny tiny, with a similar scale pattern on its cheeks to their mother. 

“What is it?” Qara mumbled, startling her sister.

“A girl,” Sarnai said, her own voice thick with tears. “Papa named her Geriel.” 

“Go to him,” Qara replied, holding her arms out for the baby. “And to her.”

The exchange was done without any further words. Carefully, the little baby was handed off to Qara, who cradled her gently and took a better look at her. Golden eyes. Hair as black as night. The same pale blueish-gray skin as the rest of their family.

“Little Geriel,” Qara said softly, bouncing the baby in her arms. And, almost immediately, the child silenced when Qara spoke, hungry as she was. She could swear the baby was peering up at her as curiously as she was peering down. 

And then, all of a sudden, the entire yurt seemed to silence. Qara felt a brush of wind against her cheek, soft, like a butterfly’s wings, as the candles within extinguished. The moment of silence was replaced with a great cry from someone at the bed - likely her father. Qara closed her eyes and leaned her back against the wall of the yurt as she held onto baby Geriel, fearing she’d have been unable to stand on her own. 

Her mother was gone. She had felt her spirit pass through the room. Had she kissed her baby goodbye? Qara thought she must have. She wouldn’t have ever left her children, not willingly. She would have never left without one last goodbye. Swallowing, Qara looked down at the baby, pulling the warm blankets closer around her to ward off the chill. 

“You will be so very loved, little Geriel,” Qara told her. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you. I’ll teach you. Nothing will ever hurt you, not while I’m here.”

Leaning down, she pressed a kiss to the baby’s forehead and held her close. 

Goodbye, mama. I love you back.

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