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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Hi bb congrats on 3k followers 🥺 you deserve it!! How about a smutty/angst blurb with nat, bucky, and reader being in a relationship and right now it’s going bad because something(idk what could happen it’s up to you) happened leaving bucky and nat at odds with reader trying to figure out how to get them to love each other again

Also you aren’t dumb 😡 it was an honest mistake bub

𝐼𝑁𝑉𝐴𝐿𝐼𝐷𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁

Summary: based on the request

Pairing: BuckyNat x reader

Warnings: 18+, polyamory, angst, arguing, swearing, blame, smut, threesome, oral (male -> female & female -> female), face sitting, fingering, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, p in v sex, cum eating, talking of death

Word Count: 4617

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Caught in the crossfire yet again, a worry condoned your face into a suitable expression; one of agony as you listened to the pair of your beloveds argue in your shared home. Their raised voices made it sound as though you were entrapped in a war zone, the attacks were consistent, and adjacently brutal, as they passed through your ears, succumbing terror to your being as you feared of what was to be of the three of you. The idea of such an ending was expected, all had been good, up until a few weeks back, coming home to one another had been a haven, now for them it were a dragging chore. Once, they had valued one another’s presence, hugging you in the warm embrace of peacefulness, it had been somewhat of a dream. Despite all the words and judgemental thoughts that you were shunned with in public, nothing became a barrier in the triangular relationship that you were involved in. It wasn’t a flaw in the mechanical works of your emotions to break you apart, it was simply normal for you to endure, but this, their constant screeching at one another had not been.

Glass infrastructure; a vase plummeting against the wall made you jump, shocked by the violence that they were presenting in the household. That vase had been a housewarming gift from Steve, whom seemed to be the centre of their problem. Bucky was angry with Natasha for her constant flirting with his best friend, he wasn’t appreciative of how often, even when you were all tucked up in your king sized bed, that she would be on her phone, texting the blonde for hours on end, making the man on one side of you grunt at the woman on your other. Nat scoffed at Bucky’s derelict behaviour, crossing her arms over her chest as she passed judgement onto his destructive action. “That was such a necessary thing for you to do Barnes, if I were you, I’d clean it up before your ratty little cat steps on a shard.” Alpine was seated on your lap, nuzzling his pink nose into your stomach as though he were trying to escape away from the midst of the argument and the brief mention that he was given. Lightly, you stroked comfortingly over his soft white ears, imagining that would mute the sound out from passing through them.

“You are such a bitch Natalia!” He knew that she didn’t like to be called that, a scowl frustratedly pulled at her face, as her emerald eyes pointed a squint in his direction. “Why do you have to be like this, a pathetic whore for attention from any man or woman that gives you the time of day? Steve didn’t ask for you to constantly fondle his arms at Tony’s parties, he tells me everything. Like how you have an inclination to flirt with him and offer to go away with him on a fucking road trip. All these secrets are mounting up, and I am getting sick of it. Why can’t you be more like y/n?” His voice sincerely cracked, making your eyes widen from the mention that stringed you into their serious and painful bickering. That was certainly the wrong thing for him to have said, Nat took a step of disbelief back, frowning at him as he kicked the pieces of broken porcelain about with his foot. Tears began to build up in Natasha’s eyes, making you recoil with Alpine in your arms, and stand, carrying the little fella out of the room as you entered the shared bedroom and slammed the door shut.

To topple the wavering current that was overflowing the house like the events of a tsunami, you swiftly locked the door from the inside, a reassurance that they could not enter and that you’d be left alone, and hopefully in a somewhat surrounding of peace, even if that be for the limit of a few minutes. Bucky huffed, gripping his scruff in the palm of his hand as he shook his head at Natasha, tensing his nostrils as he glared at her. “Now look what you did.” He blamed her, though if he were to comprehend an accurate fault, the dismal accountability of all things that had urged you to leave and trap yourself away with the precious feline was a balance on both of their parts. At his childish and metaphorical finger pointing, Natalia as he had called her, crossed her arms over her chest, taking a few steps back as she were ridiculed by the circumstances that he proposed upon her. “It’s so rich of you to cluster a web as disgraceful as this, Black Widow, it is clear that you were trained in the red room, a habitat for the sinners that deter the prospect of having serum running through their obsolete veins.”

The condemned usage of her heroic title belittled her, though she remained standing strong against one of her lovers, whilst the other, which was informally you, were cloaked away in the dense atmosphere that was once filled with the notion and ambience of intimacy and endearment, but was now stifling under the thumb of hoisted reverence. Natasha knew, and was concerned for your well being, aware that you’d be tearing profusely up at all of which you had witnessed; it was no pretty sight, you had for a long time evened out the ground for her and Bucky, but it seemed that your attempts at validation were no longer enough. They were falling out of love, leaving you in the middle of their poisonous and collapsing feud, of which made you substantially torn between both counterparts. Nat opted for biting her lip, and screwing her fists into balls of restraint, as she whipped her back into Bucky’s sight, and headed towards the master bedroom, rapping her knuckles against the door, halting your movements of running your fingers through Alpine’s snowy locks.

Each time you combed your hand through his soft coat, small strands slid from the outer layer of his shell, coating your leggings in small follicles that promptly stood out. It was a coping mechanism for the ravenous banging that obstructed the other side of the door; it was driving you mad, and admittedly it’d be a lie if you were to say that you weren’t tempted to unlock your barrier of security, but you had to remain strong and stand your ground against their unchivalrous bullshit, that was until they had the means to sort their transgressive mess out on their own. You had no intent on being pulled in by the strings, being controlled and manipulated like a puppet, dangling from the hands of an opposing man and woman whom were supposed to adore one another as much as they did you. Alpine’s staring was getting too much, it was as though he were judging you with his moonstone blue eyes for your ignorance of every singe thing outside of the room. Bucky stepped behind Natasha, his demeanour infuriating her all the same, but she continued to hold her ground steady, adamant to not step down from her position.

“If she doesn’t want to see me, then you’re definitely not going to sway her judgement and conception of opening the door.” Bucky squinted at her, taking offence from her words, without so much of an ounce of concern, pushing her out of the way, and tapping his scarred knuckles against the door, earning a similar lack of response, causing Nat to become smug with his deflation of confidence. Just hearing them bicker was driving you mad; Alpine, though considered to be formally owned by Bucky, one of the lovers whose words were torturing you, was the only source of comfort that you were reviling in. You hugged him to your chest, stroking the side of your face alongside the surface of his coat, as you tried to compel regents of coaxed calmness. They were toxic for one another, as had recently been revealed, but they still strived towards one of their selfish desires; and that was you. No longer did they have a hook line and sinker to reel you in, you were standing your turf as you awaited for their insistent bickering failed to cease.

“Y/n, doll, open the door.” Bucky made his attempt, speaking through the barrier and still not gaining a response from you. It was moulding his voice into a muffle as he tried again, but groaned simultaneously. To say Natasha was not impressed with his failure at getting through to you came as no surprise to her, she couldn’t quite blame you fit not wanting to talk or respond to him; she wasn’t keen on that entailment either. And it was definitely because she was majorly pissed at him, he had gotten so far up his own ass and it was irritating. He was feeling severe pity for himself, and whilst it was sometimes understandable why he was feeling so, it was not fair for him to take thus emotional charge out on Natasha. But the treatment went both ways, she was picking at him on purpose, trying to irritate him to the point where he would feel invalidated, and that she was the target of his cold brashness. You couldn’t quite your finger on why it spurred into such a terrible environment to inhabit in, however to your own dismay, it had, and it now basically mirrored hell with the torture that you endured through your cowering ears.

“Y/n honey, can you please open the door for me?” Natasha’s voice came across as sweet and collected, and could deceive anyone whom didn’t know the problematic endorsement into thinking that there was nothing wrong out in the hallway. But you knew, far too well for your own liking that that the pair of them were struggling to feel an ounce of remorse for one another, let alone love, which left that as a far fetch in their pessimistic eye lines. They loved you, and only you, congregating your three person relationship into nothing more than an accepted love triangle, and they seemed to be temporarily stable with it (if that is how it could be recorded), however, you were anything but pleased with the end result. You had tried to help make things work between the pair, but everything that yo put into action only appeared to drive a deeper wedge in the middle of them, and make a piece off them crack and wasn’t you to themselves, greedily so.

“Yeah, cause she’d sure open it for just you. I’m the golden ticket here, we all know she prefers new, and for good reason. At least every time that she wants to see me, I’m not busy with work or kissing Fury’s ass because I have a constant fear of having my intentions misinterpreted for being pardoned after all the crimes that I have committed. Half thee time you’re not even around, I’m sure she thinks that you go out of your way to avoid her, and even I don’t appreciate that fact. That’s why she clings onto me like I’m her last hope, and the reason as to why she wants us to move closer to the Wilsons; so she’s not as lonely as she currently is. I bought a cat because i knew that she is by herself half the time, what’d you do, install cameras so you can ensure she’s safe? Safe isn’t the word for that if you’re going to make sure that she’s watched in her own home, she waned time away from the compound after everything that we have been through,yet you still make her feel like its following her to eve bleak corner of this home.”

“More like you’re the golden ass here because that’s all you’ve been since Steve decided to give up the shield and pass it to Sam. Anyone’d think that you’re jealous Barnes, and that you want to be Captain America. Spoiler alert; no matter what title that you frame yourself by, or decide who you are that day, you will never carry that shield or don the helmet of true patriarchy, you don’t know how this day and age works. You will never lose the looks from people that you have stolen from, to some of them, the White Wolf is just a pathetic charade, in their eyes, you will always be the Winter Soldier.” Her words were like venom, causing discourse that diverged through the household, splitting the members apart and diminishing their morals. Though you still held onto your own strong, despite their perpendicular quarrels that formed enemy lines against ione anther. You were the white flag, wishing to prohibit a truce for the potential future that you shared together, but they were clearly still deciding on that matter. It was exhausting to endure really, even as you arm constantly waved the blank canvas in their faves as though you ere fine to start all over with each other, and you were if only things could work out; that was your largest concern, minus the fact that you often worried that they may murder one another in their slumber and you’d awaken to bloody sheets and a possessive one partner.

“You want to go there Romanoff? At least I never was prepared to sacrifice my life so that I could save the universe. But you’re back, and that’s one of the many times that you have fucked with my girl’s head. You wonder why she no longer wants to save the world - it’s because you’ve ruined it for her, one second she’s in mourning from your selfish actions, the next she’s relieved that you’re alive. That is one apparent difference between us, I am prepared to give up all this superhero bullshit up, yet you’re not. And it doesn’t just fuck with her, I’m victim to it too, and you’re not even just oblivious to how I feel - you’re ignorant. Please just get a grip Nat, and choose a priority, because this is not fair any more, and I am almost done here.” She analysed him, and you could hear his voice crack through the sternly closed door. Water pooled in his baby blues, but he ensured that no tears escaped, even as he sadly with conflict looked on at her.

“At least I didn’t kill Tony’s parents. Or y/n’s.” It was affirmative that she wanted the attention that was brought to her other commitment to dissipate, but Bucky wouldn’t release it, he was like a dog tugging on a rope. He was relentless as he verbally tore into her, and made her feel conflicted about the life that she wanted. In theory, that was the worst thing that she could have switched the pointed focus to, and you picked Alpine off from your lap, and set him on the bed. With silent footsteps, that you had no doubt that Bucky had picked up on with his enhanced senses, though he remained silent and said nothing of your movement, as he stared Natasha down, tensing his jaw as he ran through his brain of what to say. He was trying not to burst, he absolutely resented being reminded of all the things that he had been coerced into doing by HYDRA, and the fact that you were listening in made the situation that bit more vivid. Of course you knew of the murders that he had made upon your bloodline, however it was rather obvious why it was not brought up often, and yet, Natasha just couldn’t let that one slide. It had taken much time for you to warm back up to Bucky after you had discovered the crime that had taken a toll on your quality of a life as a child, but eventually you had been able to look past the things that he had done as a brain washed assassin and see the real him.

“Are you shitting me?! That’s what you bring up, right now of all times. She’s never gonna open that damned door if you keep running your mouth like you’re a fucking god, privileged to say what you want without consequences. The subject is consequences is why I’m so fucking done with you, one day I’m going to wake up to a call that says you’re dead, and that’ll be on you. And then it’ll be left to me to break the news to y/n. Stop acting like being an avenger is your only purpose, and if it is, I’d leave, that level of premature emotions in a relationship when you have a preference of being somewhere else with us is thoroughly not needed. You think I’m being a dick, sure, whatever, but at least I’m not lying to you or y/n, or my godforsaken self for that matter.” His hands made destructive gestures as he spoke, it was overall emphasis on how she was frustrating him - in other terms she had turned him into a time bomb, and he had blown. He had congregated into a mass of flame and debris, of which he was depositing within the walls, his clear anger throwing Natasha off and causing her breath to hitch as she took a step back, and braced her fingers against the wall, gulping as she became unsure of what else to say as a retort.

Your head felt like it was about to split in two, the existing lanes were overlapping; you pressed your ear to the door to confirm that strangely, for once in a long time, there was evaluated silence on the other side. For just a second you turned back, and watched as Alpine climbed onto the window sill, choosing to slip beneath the blinds so that he’d get a better view of the traffic outside. Taking a breath, you put your hand upon the doorknob, feeling the cold metal hiss against your warm skin, curling your palm around it until your slid your other hand to the lock, and pushed the fine bolt to the side, deciding to give into your own hopeful whim and open the door. The sight you were met with were the pair of them staring at one another, it almost resonated as a glare, but something else was dictating behind their adamant eyes. To soothe the commitment that they had made, of not being together but standing their in uptight silence, you walked to stand right between them so that you could snap and break their eye line. And it worked, bringing a light furrow to Bucky’s brow, and apologies of words to catch in Natasha’s throat.

“Is it over now?” It wasn’t your intent to make your voice sound as meek as it had come across, but it had, and it made Natasha feel figuratively worse about the entire ordeal. She was worried that you would call her out on the calamity that she was facing, though you did not; there was no point beginning another argument, more so when everything was now out in the open, and nothing was secluded from speech. Nat smiled at you, and raised her hand, stroking your cheek as Bucky watched with tender eyes, finally calming down. She nodded to answer your enquiry, enforcing you to sigh in utmost relief. Natasha pulled you closer, and pressed her lips against your own, as to silence the possible next words that could leave your mouth. You melted into her calm course of collision that you had moulded into, humming contently into the cavern of her wordless canal, a hand trailed over your back, it was firm and you could feel each nimble detail of vibranium that was etched into the rare metal through the material of your shirt. "Can we go to bed?" A substitutional pout made its way onto your lips as Bucky pulled you to the side, swiftly.

But instead of walking away like you feared he would, he cupped the redhead's face, and slunk his lips atop of hers, arising a wide smile upon your cheeks, finally seeing them finding solace in each other’s company. Nat pushed Bucky back to you after a minute as she backwards dragged you into the room, the super soldier picking you up as he carried you through the walls and threw you on the bed. Your body bounced for a moment, until it settled atop of the sheets, and Nat crawled towards the head of the bed, looking down at your face with her emerald eyes, engorging in the sight of your blown pupils that were directed towards her. Her hands cupped the roundness of your cheeks, descending her face lower as she purchased her lips upon your own, humming into the coven of your mouth as you reached up, tangling your hands within her red hair that she had cut above the shoulder again.

Your hips jolted on their own instinct as Bucky tore your leggings along with your panties off from your body, the cold air attacking and biting at your legs and beyond as you tried to get used to the drop in temperature below. Nat’s hands descended from your face and began to grope at your tits, leaving you in a blissful wonder, as Bucky’s warm breath hit the insides of your thighs, the contrast of his hands stroking up your legs being one of extraordinary anticipation. You weren’t sure how you hadn’t already straddled his face and set the pace yourself, though you allowed him to continue as you made out with Nat.

To provoke him into doing something more, you waggled your hips in his face, only to earn a vibranium grip on either side, holding you down and restricting you from teasing him. “I’m sorry doll.” He spoke, feeling terrible that you had heard him taunt and pry at your other third with such spite. “We’re sorry baby girl, to each other and you.” Natasha removed her lips from your own as she ogled down at you, her feline like eyes causing you to hitch your breath in your chest. She was so beautiful, each part of her was absolutely stunning, little did you know though that she was thinking the exact same about you.

“Quit teasing her Buck, give our girl what she wants.” She commanded him, and delightfully he had no hesitancy nor quarrel against her words. He ushered his face closer to your crevice of instance, nestling it towards the natural heat that radiated from your pussy, brushing the tip of his nose against your clit as his tongue darted out from the oyster of his mouth, travelling up your slit as he confided his lips around your pearl, heavily suckling upon it as yo cause your back to lurch upwards and your hands coil in the sheets below you. Nat ran her thumb over your mouth, sinking it into your mouth as you suckled upon it, your lids fluttering shut from the combination of sensations that collided through your body.

“Taste so fucking good doll, you’re addictive.” Bucky’s lips brushed against your cunt, as he raised his vibranium fingers towards your entrance, sinking one solidified length into you, as your walls clamped down on the metal. Moans ripples out from your throat as he added another one and lowered his head once more, sucking on either side of your labia, his searing blue eyes gazing into your own that were heavily lidded and struggling to remain open in the long run. “So tight, can’t wait to get my cock in here and stretch it all open so that I can go again and again.”

“Why wait?” Nat asked, aiding you in sitting up as she pulled your shirt up over your head, and then began to undress herself also. “You could just fuck her now, get your pretty prick into her puffy little pussy until she creams all over you. Just thinking about that is getting me wet, do you want to eat me out baby girl?” She enquired as she licked her lips, tugging the last garment that was on her body down that were her panties. A breath staggered out from your throat as Bucky pulled away, pressing one last kiss onto your slit as he began to remove each article of clothing that covered his flawless body.

“Yes please Natty.” As soon as those words beckoned out of your mouth, the redhead held her hands onto the bed frame, and moved to sit on your face. You were enamoured to see the sight of her cunt above you, it made you salivate from the way her flower was splayed as her clit poked out, undoubtedly aroused as she descended it down onto your face, and quickly you began to eat her out, sliding your tongue up and down her cunt, until you reached her entrance and fucked get with your wet muscle. Though your pace faltered as you felt Bucky’s tip prying at your own entrance, sinking in and making you moan against Nat’s wet cunt.

“Shit you’re so fantastic with that mouth of yours, imma ride your face for a moment baby, and I know that you can handle that.” Natasha spoke, raising up and down in the air so that your tongue was penetrating her more and less as she controlled the pace. Once Bucky had settled inside of your walls, his hands clasped onto your hips as to use them as leverage to fuck deeper into you with discretion, making the bed shake as the triad of you went at it like touch deprived animals. “I’ll forgive Bucky for anything if this is what I get.” His hand slapped her ass at that, causing her to press further down onto your face, and you to moan at the flavour of her landing on your tongue.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum all over your sexy face.” The pitch of her voice got higher as you doubled your efforts, grasping onto her ass cheeks to hold her against your face as your tongue traced every inch of her insides, her wetness spreading along your cheeks and splashing around your lips. Your own sounds vibrates against her mound as Bucky fucked into you, grunts coming from behind Nat’s overlooking silhouette, his flesh hand trailing down and pinching at your clit as Natasha orgasmed upon your face. You tried to clean up the mess that she made but she got too sensitive and crawled off from your face, laying down beside you as she watched your other lover fuck into you.

Her lips pressed kisses over your neck as Bucky couldn’t help but ram his length further into you, causing you to orgasm as he pulled out and stroked at his cock, finishing on the bottom of your belly as he held his head back in continuum relief. “Holy fuck.” He breathed, crawling into the bed beside you as Nat took up hearth on your other side, resting his head into the cushion as he caught his breath. Nat’s fingers ran through the cum on your stomach, collecting it on the pads as he raised it to your lips, smirking as you bobbed your head hungrily on your fingers despite your dazed senses.

“We sure do all make a good team.” Nat admitted, turning your face to hers to press a kiss against your lips, delving her tongue into your mouth as she pulled away and rested her head against your breasts. “And I love you.” Bucky repeated the words, leaving you to be the only one to say it back, and you didn’t hesitate to do so.

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grimmseye · 3 years

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Rating: Gen

Fandom: She-ra

Relationships: Hordak & Entrapta, Hordak/Entrapta (pre-relationship

Chapter Characters: Hordak, Entrapta

Chapter Tags/Warnings: Once again, 1500+ words of Hordak’s thoughts about Entrapta, Season 1, The Battle of Bright Moon

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They were so close — the closest they have ever been. Outside was a breathtaking scene: the glow of the Fright Zone, black clouds funneling about, shards of red light fracturing the sky and casting his empire in its glow.

It was marvelous.

As he stood on a high balcony, Hordak realized he couldn’t recall the last he’d breathed open air. His days would keep him locked tight inside his lab, occupied with projects or pain, but this was a sight to behold. He only wished he could see its true glory, in what were soon to be the ruins of Bright Moon. Were his armor functioning properly, he would be there now, commanding troops in the field to ensure victory.

As it was, he could only wait and direct from afar. Force Captain Catra had proved to be an effective leader, despite her record showing no such conditioning. All of Shadow Weaver’s focus had gone to She-ra,neglecting four cadets in favor of a future traitor. And yet, he’d found she needed little intervention in his observations of her work. This had been her discovery, after all. Catra could be trusted with the frontal assault on Bright Moon. It was her fellow captains who needed a guiding hand.

Almost on cue, his communications pad chirped. It was an alarm, a reminder. His troops were due to make their first strike soon.

Hordak took one last, lingering glance at the sky. It was an image he hoped his brother would one day see through his eyes, the fruits of his labor. And not just his, but those he held at his side. Force Captain Catra, whom his empire had raised, who had in turn found the key to their success and led them to victory now.

He committed this moment to memory, and then headed for the Black Garnet chamber.

Princess Entrapta had commandeered the room for this assault. A web of monitors had been arranged to display various video feeds through his soldiers’ helmets. They were still in the Whispering Woods, nearly unrecognizable through the blizzard. From a speaker in a console below came a voice: “Arriving in Bright Moon in ten minutes. Force Captains Catra, Scorpia, Howler, Grizzlor, are you ready?”

Catra was the first to respond. “Ready. Cannons will be set to charge two minutes to arrival.”

The others echoed similar statements. As they spoke, the audio feed buzzed out as it was overridden by Catra’s line. “Entrapta, report.”

At that, a grate moved. Hordak’s eye ridge lifted as he saw a stout form drop from the ceiling, hair extended like great limbs to carry her body from above and below. She swung in midair, going from a headfirst drop to let her shoes hit the floor, bouncing to the console and leaning down towards its mic. “Everything is going great!” She chirped. “The power drain has stabilized. It should only take a few minutes for the Moonstone to become vulnerable; without it’s magical support, it will become brittle enough for focused fire to shatter it.”

It was unexpected how her voice went soft instead of peaking into a shout. Imp’s recordings had given a certain impression of Dryl’s princess, the little fiend finding it amusing to capture her excitable moments and shriek them back into Hordak’s ears. Yet now, from her profile, Hordak saw her face go blank.

A tendril of hair pulled her mask into place, and she continued, voice still chipper, “Anyway, you said I should tell you when there’s nothing new to report so: there’s nothing new to report! Good luck Catra!” She toggled a button, linking another communications line. “And good luck Scorpia!”

“Awww, thanks. Good luck with your, um, science!” came Force Captain Scorpia’s voice.

“Thanks!” Entrapta said. Another lock of hair turned a knob, quieting the audio feeds until they dimmed to a background murmur.

Hordak took that moment to announce himself, heavy footfalls catching the princess’ attention. He folded his arms behind his back, keeping his posture straight and looking down his nasal ridge towards her as she turned.

“Oh, Lord Hordak! Hello!” Her mask flipped up in an instant, and rather than a bow she greeted him with a beaming grin. “Have you come to observe the experiment?”

He might have corrected her if there weren’t more pressing matters. Instead, Hordak narrowed his eyes, giving a curt, “Indeed.”

“Great!” A tendril of hair reached for his wrist. He growled and smacked it away, making Entrapta cringe. “Oh, sorry!” She gave an apologetic grin, redirecting her hair to point to the monitors. “I meant to tell you that you can watch everything right here. There’s audio as well but I’d appreciate it if you used the headset instead of the speakers, all the chatter makes it hard to focus.”

He grunted, finding the headset as she requested. He left one ear uncovered, listening to the stream of voices through the other. All the while, eyes tracked the princess as she worked. From time to time she would spot him looking, give a smile, and then return to her task.

It was unusual. Hordak was used to his gaze earning him flinches and pale complexions, but Princess Entrapta hardly seemed to mind his presence. She narrated as she worked, a stream of noise he found far more interesting than the captains’ pre-battle checklist.

Her commentary about the Garnet’s status had his gaze shifting to it, the looming crystal now rigged with cables. They couldn’t bore into it, but the First Ones’ tech the princess had acquired allowed them to somehow integrate tech without installing ports. How Entrapta was combining magic with technology, he wasn’t completely certain.

It was aggravating.

“Princess Entrapta,” Hordak called, then realized that in looking away, he’d lost track of her. It took him a few moments for him to spot her, dangling upside down where one cable ran into the ceiling. Her gaze was directed towards him, so he continued, “I would like you to walk me through precisely what you have done with the Black Garnet.”

The haste of their mission meant she hadn’t submitted a proper report. It was humiliating to not understand how they’d gotten this close to victory. To think that this princess had knowledge he lacked, on this primitive world.

When he realized she wasn’t speaking, Hordak scowled. “That was an order. I hope I do not need to remind you that authority in the Fright Zone is held by me.” And not any wretched princess.

“Oh, I understand!” Entrapta said, her voice muffled. He looked to her again, finding her hands covering her mouth, eyes squinted up like she was — smiling?

She flipped in midair, landing heavily on the floor and bouncing in place, her hands squeezing around a thick lock of hair thrown in front of her shoulder. “Sorry, I just — you want me to explain?” Her voice came out in a gush, eyes wide.

“That is what I said,” Hordak ground out. “In as much detail as possible.”

There was a — squealing. He squinted, realized she was emitting the noise, and was about to inquire about her condition when she leaped for a table. She scooped no less than four data pads up, flipping rapidly through each one and shoving them in his face. He squinted, pushing one tendril back so he could actually take in the screen.

It was, to put it simply, brilliant. She had to have been experimenting with First Ones’ tech for a long time to have such a sophisticated understanding of how it worked. She was a princess without a Runestone, and yet her breakdown of magic nearly had it making sense. Despite its erratic nature, there were rules it followed — the conditions that made a storm, that formed gales lightning. It was more than he could process all at once, he would need more detail in the future, but the broad picture? Suddenly magic had stopped being something volatile and unknowable, and started being another force of nature.

It was a ping to his direct communication line that finally interrupted them, irritation spiking through him before he remembered what was on the line. Time had slid by without his noticing.

He answered to a display of Force Captain Catra, a smile twisting her lips.

“Lord Hordak,” she started, “we’re two minutes out from Bright Moon. Cannons are charging currently. After the first volley we’ll be sending in the first wave of foot soldiers. We’ll blaze through the city and move directly for the castle from the front. Aerial transport will deliver our troops from the sides and back. I’ll be occupying She-ra while our drones go for the Moonstone.” Her smile grew, vicious. “We’re ready.”

There was such vitriol in those last words. Hordak echoed her expression, teeth bared in a smile. “Then proceed.”

The video ended, and he turned his gaze back to the various screens to watch soldiers take their final positions, illuminated by the cannons’ glow.

“When we are victorious,” Hordak said, looking down at Entrapta, “I will require a full report on what we’ve just discussed.”

She was still smiling at him. Discomfort started to well in his chest, chased by annoyance. This wasn’t the sharp grin that came with new discovery or conquering enemies — it was soft. He couldn’t comprehend what could possibly be provoking such an expression.

“Sure thing,” she said. After a pause, she added, “Thanks, by the way. I don’t usually get to talk with people about this stuff. Bow kind of got it, but we really only talked for a few minutes.” Her smile faded for a moment, but then her expression brightened. “But Catra and Scorpia ask me about my projects, and Scorpia even listens, even if she doesn’t get it. And you do. Get it, I mean.” The smile grew. “It’s been fun talking with you.”

Fun. He squinted at her. “This is for the purpose of conquering Etheria, not for fun,” he sneered, crossing his arms.

“Maybe not, but I still enjoyed it at least.” She shrugged, then walked over towards the monitors. On the screen, through one soldier’s visor, he could see as they broke the boundary of the woods, the cliffs of Bright Moon rising up and topped with its opulent castle. The scene was bathed in the toxic glow of plasma, brightening as each cannon signaled its charge.

Entrapta flipped her mask down as the first shots rained against the cliffs, and into the city built upon them.

#entrapdak #entrapta #hordak #spop #she ra #my writing

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ryanpaulomsiguastuff · 3 years

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“Best Tips for Caring your Succulent Houseplants”

In botany, succulent plants, also known as succulents, are plants with parts that are thickened, fleshy, and engorged, usually to retain water in arid climates or soil conditions. It is a characteristic that is not used scientifically for the definition of most families and genera of plants because it often can be used as an accurate characteristic only at the single species level. The word succulent comes from the Latin word sucus, meaning 'juice', or 'sap'. Succulent plants may store water in various structures, such as leaves and stems.

Some of the planters hard to take care of succulents most of the cases reported are overwatering and underwatering. The fastest way to kill your succulents is to water it and the slowest way is not to water it. Here are the some tips for you to properly take care your succulents and types of succullents for you to be guided taking care of you green babies.

Potting

Succulents need very well draining compost otherwise they rot.

Plant indoor succies in a 50/50 mixture of loam based John Innes No 2 and horticultural grit.

Make sure there are drainage holes in the bottom of the container.

Succulents are one of the few plants which can tolerate a baking hot south facing windowsill.

Watering

Make sure they are almost completely dry before watering.

Don’t over-water otherwise they will rot especially if temperatures are not sufficiently high to evaporate any excess water.

Feed monthly from spring to autumn with a specialised succies fertiliser.

Sunlight

Succulents indeed need sunlight but there is a certain amount of sunlight or length of exposure for them to grow healthy.

The general rule of thumb is 4-6 hours of exposure to sunlight. Such length of sunlight exposure is perfect for their healthy growth. Even the shade succulents do need sunlight.

Succulents that do not have sufficient access to sunrays may have developed problems such as elongation and etiolation. These conditions cause the plants to lean towards the brightly lit area.

Another problem with insufficient sunlight is poor growth. The stems may become weak too. They will not also produce vibrant colors as they should produce. Sunlight determines the quality of the flower and color. In contrast, healthy succulents are those exposed to the right amount of sunlight.

Possible Problems

White fly can be a problem in a household environment so spray with an insecticide at the first signs.

Red spider mite is also a problem and very difficult to spot. Take a fine mister and lightly spray the plant and the webs should show up clearly. Spray with an insecticide. If the infestation is heavy you may have to destroy the plant.

Rotting is the result of overwatering and is not treatable, so you will have to throw the plant away.

Full-sun outdoor succulents

The following types of succulents are capable of surviving under the direct sunlight.

*Aeoniums are types of succulents which leaves are arranged in a dense spreading rosette. The flowers bear petals in many sections.

*Agaves are a type of succulents native in hot regions. They form strong and fleshy leaves. These succulents, however, need more time to grow and bear flowers.

*Sedums are succulents with water-storing leaves.

*Hens and chicks are succulents that have clusters of rosettes. They look like hens and chicks. This perennial plant can spread to several feet wide as they propagate.

*Blue chalk stick is a type of succulent that bears chalky blue-green leaves. It is commonly found in the center garden due to its magnificent color and shape. It can grow up to 18 inches and several feet wide.

*Moonstone is a succulent that can reach up to 4 inches tall and 12 inches wide. It has white stems and bluish-purple round leaves.

*Paddle plant is a succulent plant also known as the Kalanchoe thyrsiflora. It has thick and paddle-like leaves. Sometimes it is also called the red pancake because of its shape and color.

*Sticks on fire is a type of succulent that bears red, pink, orange, or yellow stems. It is usually used to make some excitement to succulent arrangements due to its vibrant colors. However, it contains toxic so it is not perfect near the hallway areas.

Outdoor Shade Succulents

The following succulents are, although they are commonly found outdoors, cannot perfectly survive under the direct sunlight. They need shade to protect them from the effect of the sunray;

*Fairy crassula is a low-growing succulent that forms like a mat with glossy rounded leaves. It grows better in shade than in direct sunlight.

*Flaming Katy is a type of succulent that bears multiple colors such as red, yellow, orange, and lilac. The leaves and stems have a fleshy look. It is commonly used for gift giving.

*Foxtail Agave is one of the easiest succulents to grow in the backyard. It is a tropical succulent perfect for shaded areas.

*Gasteraloes is a hybrid succulent that has a unique color. It can survive with minimal care. These succulents are perfect for beginners.

*Gasterias is a type of succulent that bears a rare rough leaves texture. It produces sac-like shaped flowers.

*Haworthias has a beautiful variation of colors and sizes. It is more resilient in different environmental conditions. This plant is easy to plant and care for.

*Jade plant is one of the easiest succulents to grow. It is usually considered as the symbol of luck.

*Sansevierias are succulents that need almost no care. As long as they are in the shaded area, they can survive on their own. Unlike other succulents, this one is more versatile.

*Sedums are succulents with thick leaves and fleshy stems. They produce star-shaped flowers. These succulents are hardy and need a little amount of care.

*String of pearls is some of the most fabulous succulents you can have in your garden or even in your indoor. But they grow better in outdoor than indoor. They too need almost no care from you.

Indoor succulents do need sunlight too but the amount of sunlight is depending on the type of succulents. Generally, there are two types of indoor succulents: succulents that need direct and indirect sunlight. Rember the fastest way to kill your succies is to water it. Follow this tips for your succies will grow and give bright colors.

#First #CareTips #GreenBabies

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plathski · 2 years

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medea killing her children - pelagio pelagi / susan smith - wych elm / saturn devouring his son - francisco goya / ivan the terrible and his son ivan - ilya resin

#moonstone's word webs #word webs #word weaving #wordwebs #medea #euripedes #susan smith wych elm #saturn devouring his son #francisco goya #ivan the terrible and his son ivan #ilya repin

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Mermaid au??! 👀!!!

sorry this took SO long to answer! but anyway!! mermaid au!!

also, the timeline is set way in the past so they don’t have a lot of the technology we have. i have to do more research before i find the year but ANYWAY.

so in my au, henrik is the only human. he lives in a little village on a super small island, and he is the island physician and a fisherman (but he usually only fishes for himself and his son). his hair is a little longer, down to his shoulders, but he Always has it either tied up or dutch braided. he really likes to play the lute and he is learning how to speak mer from chase! (mer is mostly clicking and breaths and long notes like singing so it’s a little difficult but hes gettin there.) henrik likes to paint and is very fond of board games.

chase, who is named romeo in this, is a blue mermaid, his whole body is a monochrome of different shades of blue. he lives up closer to the island, and really enjoys talking with henrik and the other islanders. hes a little scrawny, much younger about 19 or 20. hes learning english, and is super close friends with henrik! he likes to steal henrik’s fish and release them back into the ocean >:3 hes also a vegetarian! romeo’s tail isnt super flowy as his fin is similar to what a clown fish tail would look like. he also has a fin on the right and left side of his tail, and the left one is smaller and a little deformed! hes very bubbly and fun loving and he collects anything and everything shiney!!

jameson is a deep sea mermaid, who is about 800 years old. hes a siren King, and is SUPER big his tail is like 60 feet long not including the rest of his body. he has extra webs under his arms that attach to his ribs, extra fins on his tail, and his fingers are longer and a bit stronger in the webs. he is a dark grey and cream mermaid, and he never ever speaks or even whispers because his voice is so unbelievably strong it could kill the mermaids in the water in his kingdom. his tail is super flowy and Veryyyy strong, and his scales tend to glow and gleam like moon beads at night! hes a bit of a serious King, but he has a soft spot for his son, Prince Jonathan.

jonathan is a siren Prince to jameson. hes also a deep sea mermaid but because hes still so young he hasn’t yet grown into his full length. hes a little smaller than chase. john is almost completely deaf, so his songs, much like his father, have gone into the instruments he plays and the signs he has. johnny is a mischievous, cunning little mermaid who really enjoys stealing fish from nets and scratching up boats. he likes to hang out with other sirens but he’s never enjoyed the act of hurting people,,,,, just likes to lure them close so he can steal from them! johnny is a dark grey, cream, and red mermaid. his tail and webs are identical to jameson’s.

the twins, anti and marvin, are both sirens. they both have extremely flowing and long tails, both of which are always gleaming and glowing like opal gems and moonstone. though a lot of their scales are actually a matte black!

marvin (who named micah) is a completely blind siren, who often follows the voice of his twin when they swim together if they aren’t holding onto each other. micah is very kind and gentle, but hes also a prankster and likes to tease and mess with the humans he meets in harmless (but ANNOYING) ways with his brother. when he HAS to eat humans he always makes their deaths painless and sleepy and he tries to eat the mean ones >:((. micah really likes burying himself in the sand and sun bathing, and his eyes look just pearls.

anti (who is named misha) is very playful and mysterious! he tends to mess with humans more than micah and enjoys making them swoon and drool over him with songs. misha also aims to eat the more Awful humans when he needs to, but he certainly isn’t as gentle as marvin is and likes the water to turn more red than it should. misha likes to collect starfish and is Always with his brother. they tend to hold onto eachother like otters do when they sleep so they don’t get swept away from each other in the water. anti also likes to bury himself in the sand, but he doesn’t like sun bathing as much.

so that’s mostly what i got for now, if u guys have any questions please feel free to send them!! i’ll be updating with more word building as i go along in the au :)

#my aus #my egos #mermaid egos au

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diary-of-deadweight · 4 years

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Hey it’s me again but can you do a fic where Wyatt can’t read so Willa teaches him?

I’m on it chief. 👌👌

Wyatt had a secrete.

A secrete he’s wholeheartedly ashamed of having.

What is it you may ask?

He can’t read. Not at all. So whenever he was in class he’d be sat with either Willa or Wynter, the only two people alive to know about his inability, and following along as they read the page with ease so he could understand what all the connected words were trying to inform him of. It made him feel all the more insecure about his inability that he feared if he ever told the rest of his friends they’d just laugh at him or worse Bucky and his goons finds out and they shun him for it.

It wasn’t his fault I mean the boy probably spent most of his life travelling from one place to another searching high and low for the moonstone that it didn’t give him anytime to sit down and pick up a book as there was absolutely zero time to do so.

But today he was within the den, Willa by his side who had a children’s book in her hands, a classic she claimed, it’s called ‘The very hungry caterpillar’ by Eric Carle, a pop up story. Willa must’ve left out the fact that it was a pop up story because themoment she began Wyatt would growl in surprise at this fictional caterpillar who seemed to have a bottomless pit for a stomach jumping out at him when he least expected like a wolf pup, this only made Willa wish for the days when he was actually a wolf pup back cuz they were some hilarious times but continued the story none the less. She had her work cut out for her as their parents did teach them the basics of reading/writing from learning about the ABCs, punctuation, vowels, etc so it was would speed the process in aiding Wyatt into reading smoothly. She couldn’t help but feel a sweeping of pride within her chest when she caught sight of her little brother several days later reading the very same book aloud to himself in his room with a small smile on her face, proud at how quickly he was catching on even if he would go over the same word 10 times before nailing it on the 11th attempt. It was progress none the less and not even 6 months later he was already halfway through charlottes web.

#disney zombies #disney zombies 2 #zombies 2 imagines #willa zombies #willa lykensen #wyatt zombies #wyatt lykensen #zombies 2

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bestworstcase · 4 years

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cliff notes bitter snow lore

aka notes i can’t reasonably cram into a story

GEOGRAPHY

the seven kingdoms trading alliance. sometimes also referred to as the pact. spans most of the western half of the continent. galcrest and ingvarr control the northwest, koto the central plains, corona and pittsford the western coast, bayangor the southeast and neserdnia the far south. with the exception of landlocked koto all member states are seafaring countries, with corona and neserdnia having the most prominent naval cultures. ingvarr is known as the fist of the seven kingdoms due to the renowned strength of its standing army; the other nations are economic powers rather than military ones. neither corona nor pittsford has a standing army.

corona large kingdom on the west coast of the continent. a prosperous trading nation. fishing, agriculture, silver mining, lumber are major industries. roughly bisected by the pingora mountain range which extend east into blavenia, corona’s eastern neighbor. south of the pingoras is the region where saporia used to be; much of the former border follows the general line of the mountains. there are pockets in the south where saporian is still spoken over coronan and much of central-south population is bilingual.

major cities include herzingen (the capital, built on an island, basically canon!corona), anbruch (an old fort near the former saporian border that grew over time; varian’s village is one of many satellite settlements whose farms support support anbruch’s population), alcorcia (a port town in the south, notorious for being a hotbed of separatists and pirates), and carcathune (the old saporian capital, still half in ruins).

other nations tend to be smaller and weaker, both militaristically and economically speaking. equis is the strongest nation outside of the seven kingdoms and a persistent thorn in the pact’s side due to longstanding rivalry with corona, robust navy, and financing of privateers. it lies on the northwest coast and shares its southernmost border with corona.

blavenia, eldora, and marne vie with koto for control over the central plains. eldora and marne are neighbors and have been closely allied for centuries, blavenia has a loose alliance with equis based mostly on the grounds of rivalry with corona and the enemy of my enemy principle. arianna was minor eldoran nobility prior to marrying into the coronan monarchy, and vardaros is a major eldoran city.

the hlessian league is a major alliance shared by nations in the northeastern region of the continent. it is controlled by arendelle, seland, and skaron—the triad of kingdoms that occupy the hlessian penninsula for which the league is named—but includes a half dozen smaller nations as well. trade agreements are in place between the seven kingdoms and the league but they are also frequent rivals in trade with unaffiliated nations and tensions are always sort of high

quintonia is a small sovereign duchy wedged between ingvarr and koto which controls an important mountain pass, making it a gateway for trade. it has been invaded many times but is currently a member of the hlessian league, which gives it a measure of protection. presently ruled by the duchess rosalia morcant.

aphelion is the name of the “dark kingdom.” it’s on the far eastern end of the continent and very far away from corona. it lies in the gigantic caldera of an ancient supervolcano and in modern times is almost completely abandoned due to the desolation caused by the moonstone. many aphelionese refugees live in neighboring volkan (a large empire that stretches to the eastern coast), zamora (a small kingdom to the north), or antares (a powerful city-state situated to the west, not far from the great tree); others dispersed even farther to the west, and there are thriving aphelionese communities as far west as the hlessian penninsula.

RELIGION AND MAGIC

magic in general

comes from powerful beings; call them gods, call them demons, call them natural forces of the cosmos, whatever, the point is that if you want to do magic you need the direct patronage of an entity like zhan tiri or you need to perform rituals to temporarily draw the attention of one. gifts, bargains, curses. as a general rule gaining the permanent patronage of such a being requires hard work, dedication, and sacrifice, but can grant you tremendous power; rituals and bargains take less work and are far less risky, but they’re also temporary and most useful for the creation of enchanted artifacts, which last much longer and are a common means of splitting the difference between patronage and ritual.

due to the nature of magic and the necessity of some form of mutual exchange between practitioner and power, magic often features worship or religious elements to some degree.

coronan heliolatry

sun cult built around solar worship and the myth of the sundrop. the cult had a lot of power in corona’s early history but it has declined in prominence significantly over the centuries mainly because the actual sundrop was never found. values healing, truth, growth, and peace. in modern times its biggest influence on coronan culture is death rites, which involve cremation on funeral barges that are sailed into the east at sunrise. frederic yoinking the sundrop and feeding it to his wife caused something of a schism because on the one hand now the coronan princess is a vessel of the sun but on the other the king just killed an avatar of the sun what. that said most coronans are secular or if religious at all might go to temple for, like, midsummer and the harvest service and perhaps mutter a prayer on occasion.

the saporian ternary

back in the day saporia was a theocratic oligarchy controlled by the three cults of the divine ternary. unlike the coronan sun cult the cults of the divine ternary are still a prominent part of daily life for saporian coronans, though none of them are sanctioned by the coronan government and thus they seldom if ever practice openly. the deities of the divine ternary are:

char malách, the sacred terror, god of wonder [pronounced “kahr mal-AHK”, the ch is a phlegmy k]

his sphere is beauty, imagination, the arts, ambition and inspiration. he is associated with the sun and stars, fire, stone, metal, jewels, creativity and craftsmanship; also earthquakes, volcanoes, and wildfires. he never takes a physical form and is often depicted as a twisting, liquescent, burning spiral. his devotees are artisans, architects, artists, and outside of the cult they’re best known for having a yearly holiday where they make art for the specific purpose of setting it on fire.

his cult is called the temple of splendor (chalán hechá) and its members are sometimes referred to as the terrified (aráloshem)

cathay, the bone hound, goddess of woe [pronounced “kath-AY”]

her sphere is the dead, grief and loss, obsession and madness. she is associated with eclipses, rust, desolation, neglect, abandonment; pestilence and famine, war and treachery. though she is widely feared she is not considered evil, but rather more akin to a shadow cast by a bright light; she represents the natural opposite of the living world. she always appears as a large skeletal hound with dirt packed between the bones and hackles of rusted metal.

members of her cult are called barrow-makers (sholámar) and some of her priests practice a form of necromancy that involves self-mutilation and the reanimation of corpses.

zhan tiri, the lady of the woods, goddess of ways [pronounced “zahn tiri,” with a long a.]

her sphere is nature, wildness, passion, cycles and change. she is associated with the sea, the sky, soil and storms; growth, decay, and renewal; beginnings and endings, life and death, the cycle of the seasons, choices and consequence, freedom and will; trees, thorns, and flowers. her physical form is protean in the extreme and often chimerical, straddling the border between animal and plant, and in varying states of decay; her iconography varies accordingly but she’s almost always depicted with large, curling, ramlike horns.

members of her cult commonly refer to her as “our lady” (crezathan), and she has a host of other epithets: the black goat, the mother of thorns, web-spinner, flower-maker, sun-eater, lady of the woods. her cult is called the thorn syconium (cáshacathán) and has been working for centuries to weaken the boundaries between this realm and the dimension into which lord demanitus bound her a thousand years ago.

the saporian word for god/deity (zátocha) translates literally as revenant; the beings of the ternary are said to have grown from fragments of a greater cosmic power which was destroyed during the creation of the world. they are also euphemistically called the gentry (zatem).

the moonstone cult

before the desolation began a thousand years ago, the moonstone and the black rocks were a linchpin of aphelionese culture, with the moonstone being worshipped as a protective and transformative force. its cult developed a branch of magic that involves siphoning, channeling, and binding with the use of rituals and talismans. two of the incantations lord demanitus recorded in his scroll—the withering spell and the invocation of the moon—originated with the moonstone cult, and he later used them as a basis for the composition of the healing spell and the invocation of the sun.

a “mind trap” is one of the better known types of talismans used by the moonstone cult. its common name in coronan/english is a poor translation of an aphelionese word that more accurately means “spirit anchor,” and the talismans play an important role in aphelionese necromancy, which involved summoning spirits and binding them as shades in the physical plane. a living person who binds themself to a spirit anchor is able to call on the moonstone’s power to perform staggering feats of magic, but this was seldom done because binding your soul to a rock leaves you vulnerable to anyone who manages to get their hands on it. they’re difficult to make and only a single soul can be bound to each stone, making the practice even rarer. their reputation far exceeds their actual use and is founded mostly on the misunderstanding that a single talisman can “control the minds of anyone who’s sworn loyalty to the moonstone” a la canon.

lord demanitus got his hands on one of these talismans while researching the moonstone and did basically the magical equivalent of hacking it to turn it into a phylactery so he could lich it up. this.. provoked the moonstone and ultimately lead to the desolation, with the entire kingdom of aphelion being reduced to solid rock and dust.

speaking of that...

DEMANITUS, ZHAN TIRI, AND THE DROPS

the sundrop

primarily a healing/restorative power. it can generate light and heat, heal injuries, cure illness, push away death, reveal truth, and inspire hope. its magic also casts a shadow, of a sort, generating a dark, purely destructive and corruptive force.

the healing incantation draws on the restorative powers of the sundrop. over time, prolonged use results in a physical dependence on the sundrop’s magic, as the “shadow” of it sinks deeper and deeper into the body.

the invocation of the sun channels the raw power of the sun itself through the sundrop. its effect is most pronounced during the daytime and strongest in summer, when the sun is closest. using it also consumes/burns the physical body of the user until the channeled power is released, which can be fatal in reckless hands.

the moonstone

a warden whose purpose is to contain the shadows of the sundrop; it does so by forming them into the black rocks, rendering them inert. its magic is oriented around change, transformation, and movement. it also reflects the magic of the sundrop in a far less potent form; where the sundrop heals, the moonstone can grant the strength to simply keep going far beyond the point where a person should have collapsed, for example.

the withering incantation enlivens the sundrop’s shadow, drawing it out of the black rocks or siphoning the life out of everything nearby when used by the moonstone or sundrop respectively.

the invocation of the moon, like its counterpart, channels the raw power of the moon through the moonstone. it’s strongest at night and when the moon is full. it’s also less dangerous than the invocation of the sun, because it draws on the strength of the user’s will rather than body, though incautious use can shatter the user’s mind.

both drops

fell when the world was a newly-formed ball of magma. they worked in concert to cool and stabilize the globe and are effectively the progenitors of all life. the moonstone’s black rocks run through the core of the world, and the roots of the sundrop encompassed the whole globe.

when frederic pulled the sundrop out of the earth, he essentially killed it. the heart of its power flowed into rapunzel and stayed there, but the roots began to die and rot. the sundrop’s shadow grew stronger as it faded, leading to the wild growth of black rock as the moonstone struggled to contain it all. gothel keeping rapunzel in a tower made it worse by separating the sundrop from the earth.

demanitus’s belief that the sundrop and moonstone “long to reunite” is a little mistaken; they were already united before frederic uprooted the sundrop and upset the natural balance they shared. unlike in canon, the drops have little interest and no ability to recombine into a greater power and return to the cosmos; they built this world together and have made it their home. they do, however, want the sundrop to be released so it can regrow and heal.

zhan tiri and the ancient power

jinarche, the celestial light, is a primordial entity associated with order, light, and stasis who either created or is the cosmos. when the primordial stasis was disrupted by the appearance of hunger, jinarche was torn apart, unleashing darkness and chaos into the world. as she died, hunger devoured her, feeding on her power; corrupting it but being likewise corrupted; this force became zhan tiri. other pieces of jinarche became the sun, moon, stars, and the molten embryo of the planet. the sun/moon drops were created by the sun and moon to restore balance. various other powers developed over time out of leftover bits of jinarche and the interactions between earlier forces. the cosmos is a flourishing ecosystem growing in the carcass of a dead god, basically.

zhan tiri’s basic nature, accordingly, is Hunger. but on top of that there’s a messy amalgam of a personality she developed over her billions of years of existence in a you are what you eat sort of way.

she’s drawn to the sun/moon drops (and vice versa) because the drops are remnants of jinarche and zhan tiri is a cursed reincarnation of jinarche, sort of; a cosmic parasite that became. if she were to acquire both drops that would essentially sort of... burn out the corruption / fuse them all and flip them to just being jinarche for all intents and purposes. the drops do not want this to happen. zhan tiri also does not want this to happen but her solution is to acquire human vessels for the drops, like oven mitts.

demanitus imprisoned her in a void dimension a thousand years prior to the story and since then she’s been reduced to the cosmic equivalent of shoving her fingers through cracks under the door. her cults and those few disciples who escaped being killed or bound by demanitus have been busily weakening the boundaries ever since, with the ultimate goal of eroding it enough for her to break free completely.

demanitus

was the scion of minor coronan nobility and grew up during the peak of the sun cult’s power. became obsessed with the legend of the sundrop and determined to find it. was nineteen when he met a saporian scholar and learned just enough about the divine ternary to get himself into trouble by following the logic of: these people call their weird demon patron flower-maker -> she must have something to do with the sundrop flower -> i will summon her to help me find it What Could Go Wrong

(everything. everything could go wrong)

zhan tiri wasn’t opposed to helping at first because: oven mitt, but demanitus, being a youthfully stupid nineteen year old aristocrat, treated her like a servant instead of a powerful being he was petitioning for help so she was like; knock it off you brat, and ripped half his face off.

cue bad decisions tango. after he seals zhan tiri for the first time (in the mountain beneath his family home, the dummy) he tries to settle down to raise a family but eventually the spreading corruption and his horrorterror eldritch vision gets to be too much so he fucks off into the night to become a vagrant warlock/artificer. gets obsessed with the moonstone and sundrop again. the drama with his trusted pupils betraying him and unleashing zhan tiri again happens when demanitus is in his sixties and his quest to figure out a way to get rid of her Forever puts him on the path that leads to him making himself a lich and triggering the desolation of aphelion.

he has a big book of eldritch lore that he wrote over the course of his first century which he passed to his eldest grandson when he “dies,” to ensure that corona is protected by his legacy even when he’s not around. this gets handed down from parent to child for generations until it eventually ends up in the hands of his distant descendant, xavier.

the disciples

sugracha il pchela, tromus matthiaos, and calanthe gothel were demanitus’s pupils and the only ones he trusted enough to bring with him to his ancestral home while searching for the sundrop. this backfired on him spectacularly when sugracha stumbled through the half-rotten magical bindings that kept zhan tiri imprisoned beneath his house, ended up haunted and sort of obsessed, and dragged matthiaos and calanthe down with her. sugracha and matthiaos were and still are extremely loyal; both of them like the power, sugracha sees zhan tiri as something of a muse, and matthiaos has a more classic scholar-patron relationship with her. calanthe on the other hand wanted immortality, decided the price zhan tiri demanded was too steep, and dipped as soon as she found the sundrop.

#rta #tts #bitter snow #[rambles about lore for nine pages] this is fine

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imnotdoneyet-forreal · 4 years

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Deals with the Devil- 11

Author: Amanda Preston

Summary: A need to fill a void and an encounter to start something new, Elijah and Katya never knew that a simple one night stand would wind up into a love affair filled with family drama and side deals gone wrong.

Deals with the Devil Masterlist

“Where’s the fire and how do I put it out?” Marcel greets as he enters the conference room. He was dressed as handsomely as ever and caught a few admiring looks from a few editors as he walked by the cubicles.

Katya couldn’t help but laugh at him having grown accustomed to his dramatic entrances and the lingering stares in his wake.

“I really need to destroy that knight-in-shining-armor mentality you have when it comes to me,” Katya responds. “I think it’s going to your head.”

Marcel just shrugs as he settles down into his seat.

“Where’s D?” he asks as he looks around the vacant room. “Thought she’ll be here.”

“She’s getting her sketchbook,” Katya answers. “I told her she’ll need it.”

“You’re finally getting her off the bench,” Marcel notes with a grin. “That’s good.”

“The girl deserves it,” Katya tells him. “Plan on hiring her the moment she graduates.”

The conversation comes to stop as Davina enters the conference with her tablet and sketchpad. The excitement of the unknown task ahead very evident on her face.

“Ok let’s get started,” Katya states as Davina takes the seat next to Marcel. “I’ve gathered all of you here today because Vikings Co. has decided to dump a very big and important project on MoonStone: Online Publishing.”

“Understood,” Marcel responds. “But why am I here for it?”

“Because I need your networking skills to get me the best of the best when it comes to Web Design,” Katya answers. “I need a web guy.”

“You already have one of those.”

“I have an IT guy which is a completely different playing field,” Katya clarifies. “I need a web expert that has experience from design to coding.”

“Alright,” Marcel acknowledges as he pulls out his blackberry and starts to scroll through it. “I can put out some feelers and see who reaches back.”

“Oh, I… I think I know of someone,” Davina speaks up.

“Who?” Katya asks.

“He’s a friend,” Davina answers gaining a bit more confidence. “His name is Josh and he used to be the TA in one of my classes.”

“Used to be?”

Davina’s nerves come back at the question and shrugs.

“I mean… he hacked into our school system and got asked to depart on his own account,” Davina explains. “But I swear, it was for a good reason.”

Katya couldn’t help but share a look with Marcel who just shared her amusement.

“And what was this reason?”

“A student identified as non-binary but the school refused to change the gender specification on their transcript. Josh did so easily but he got caught.”

“And what is this Josh up to right now?”

“He’s bartending,” Davina states. “But he was just shy away from graduating, at the top of his class too, and I promise he’ll be on his best behavior. That is… if you give him a chance.”

Katya can’t help but share a look with Marcel again. They were both enamored with the headstrong girl and it was hard to resist her request.

“Alright,” Katya gives in. “Let me meet him for myself and if he fits the MoonStone mentality then we’ll go on a week trial to see if he can keep up to our standards.”

Davina tries to calm her excitement but it was evident through her smile.

“Ok, I’ll reach out to him,” Davina answers. “I promise he won’t let you down.”

Katya chuckles at the girl’s promise and nods.

“Onto the next order of business,” Katya states. “I have no idea what the next step for this is so I was hoping someone might clue me in?”

Marcel chuckles and nods.

“I can do some research on the legal side of online publishing but that’s about it,” Marcel offers. “I could probably start on some patents for the name MoonStone and it’s affiliation with Viking Co. but it seems to me that as long as you don’t have your web engineer, then you’re stuck.”

Katya sighs and nods.

“Yeah… that was what I was afraid of.”

“I can start making some mock-up designs for the website?” Davina offers up. “I just need some insight as to what direction you want me to take.”

Katya nods at Davina’s offer as her drive returns once more.

“Alright, well… I was thinking we keep to our origins,” Katya states. “Our colors, our logos, our language. This is still MoonStone so we have to represent ourselves online as we are in person.”

Davina takes in the notes and is quick to start sketching out ideas. Katya’s mind roams free as her creativity flows endlessly. Marcel remained silent as he watched two of his close friends glow beautifully as their passions took over them.

The business day was already done but Elijah remained in his office working. Gia had bid him goodbye a while ago but he couldn’t recall how long ago that was. Elijah ignored the glaring clock on his desk and continued to read through his paperwork allowing that to fill up his time and mind.

A soft knock breaks him from his concentration and he looks up to find an unexpected guest.

“Mother?”

“Hello, son,” she answers as she steps into his office. She looks around the space analyzing the decor and ambiance before her focus returns to Elijah. “Like what you’ve done with the office.”

Elijah finds himself fixing his tie as his mother’s stare landed upon him.

“Thank you,” he answers. “How did you find me here?”

“Oh, I called your assistant,” she states as she takes her seat across from him. “She told me you were still at the office.”

Esther removes her gloves and tucks them into her designer purse. She doesn’t smile nor does she frown as she picks her next words.

“Nice girl, your assistant,” she comments. “Wonder why such a thing would put me on hold all day when I’ve been trying to reach you?”

Elijah refrains from sighing knowing the hidden accusation from his mother’s words.

“Mother, I…”

“No, need to explain,” Esther cuts him off. “Children grow up. They don’t need their mother’s looking over them.”

Elijah knew there was no excuse he could use to appease her. She would hold this betrayal over his head before she found another source of power.

“What can I do for you?”

Esther takes her time to respond even though Elijah already knew what she was here for. Her eyes stray to the window behind Elijah that illuminated the other buildings around Viking Co. She hums pensively before looking back at him.

Even though they were both seated at equal height, Elijah couldn’t help but feel like he was being looked down upon.

“I assume Niklaus came to speak to you on my behalf,” Esther states. “He came by the house for a quick moment before disappearing again.”

“Yes,” Elijah answers. “He paid me a visit. Told me that something was going on with Kol.”

“That boy,” Esther sighs out. “I’ve done everything I can for him and he remains ungrateful. He’s gotten kicked out of Stanford for selling answer sheets. He did the same thing at UCLA and now he refuses to go to Yale after I made a very impressive donation. I told him I could get him into whatever school he wants but he refuses to go back. I’m at my last wits which is why I need your help.”

“I can try to speak to him…” Elijah starts to offer but his mother is quick to interrupt him.

“Oh, dear, noble Elijah,” his mother responds. “Speaking to him won’t help him much. Kol needs structure. The kind of structure you gained when you came to work with your father when he ran the company. I need you to give him that and perhaps that will stick.”

Elijah was at a loss of words.

Kol was a hurricane of a person. He created disorder wherever he went. There was no stopping him.

A characteristic that came from their very stubborn mother.

“He needs this, Elijah,” his mother pleads.

Those words were the final nails to his coffin as Elijah had no other choice but to agree.

“I’ll take him under my wing,” Elijah reluctantly states.

“Good, I thought you would,” Esther praises as she starts to pick up her things to depart. Now that she had achieved her goal there was no reason for her to stay any longer. She slides her gloves back on and stares down at her son as she rises from her seat.

He looked tired. A little worn out. Too much work and not enough life could do that to you.

A soft gaze crosses her face at the thought but she’s quick to diminish it.

“You work too much,” she comments with a scowl. “Perhaps that’s why Katerina left you. Such a good girl, that one. Very well connected, good genes… Should have tied her down when you had the chance.”

Elijah doesn’t respond not knowing that the truth would only serve as ammunition to his mother to shift or change him into what she wants him to be.

“We weren’t a good match.”

“Hmm,” Esther hums as she turns to leave. She stops by the door and lets out a sigh. “Gia, your assistant, she’s a pretty one. It’s cliche to marry the secretary, I know, but the girl’s got potential.”

“Mother…” Elijah sighs out.

“Alright,” she mutters. “I’ll stop… for now.”

The threat lingered in the air as she left leaving Elijah drained at the potential future meddling fro his mother. It didn’t help that his mind was soon occupied to the incoming presence of his brother Kol.

The workday had certainly grown longer in the span of five minutes.

#elijah mikaleson #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson x oc #elijah mikaelson x ofc #the originals au #the vampire diaries au #tvd au #elijah mikaelson fic #elijah mikaelson fanfic #elijah mikaelson x you #fluff #angst #tvd #deals with the devil masterlist #deals with the devil part 11

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gwenhvvyfar · 4 years

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I AWOKE FROM MY DEEP SLUMBER, the winter air sharp, fresh, lingering in my lungs. I knew why I had awoken, long before I need open my eyes. He had returned, that ghost of mine. That phantom from the abyss, a shadow that possessed my heart in my youth. That shadow which had vanished in my yearning for life and freedom and existence beyond the pale. My fingers twitched, coming alive along the scabbard of my blessed sword. I drew breath into my lungs and held it till I could no more discern the scent of sweet winter and blood. Held it until my lungs protested, reminding me that I lived. That I breathed. That I was awake.

And I wondered, if only for a moment, if Maria felt so in her Nightmare bound eternity. Did she always sit so properly, even slouched like a corpse? And when she stirred in her unlife, did she hold her breath until her lungs begged for release?

How amusing that I would live as a shadow of her, the grand Lady Maria. Or, perhaps, that was not so. Perhaps I was more like an echo. Some homage to her. No, as truly amusing as that might all be, that was not what my children had in mind. They wanted me living and able. For how long I did not know. An eternity? Separated now from that watery curse, and from Flora’s terrifying might. They wanted me to live, to be able to live out my grief. To be able to live out my guilt-ridden existence, constantly wondering if I was the last of my kin, or if, at the very least my sister Gwenhwyfach still lived. If she had escaped the curse of the blood, if she had been able to have a family and love and all that entailed.

How I prayed such might be the case. That she was free while I remained in this frigged prison. Unlike I. Unlike our deathless queen.

And now He.

He stood tall as I had remembered, perhaps taller still. (When had I opened my eyes to look at him? ) Moon pale skin, hair long and dark as the midnight sky. He was as beautiful as I remembered, angular jaw and sharp features. I wish I could see his eyes, shadowed as they were by his low brimmed hat. But I knew, I knew them so well. His eyes had always reminded me moonstones rimmed in darkness. Pray that hadn’t changed, even as he was now, a BEAST in the flesh of familiarity. He had been such a beautiful knight, even when he obscured his face with the ornate mask of those below his station, dressed in the beauty and antiquity of our King’s Guard. A position I had longed for in youth, for no woman had ever been able to guard our King so far as I had been told.

Our dead king, silenced before I had been deemed full grown.

❝ Medraut? ❞ I asked, my own voice a quiet whisper, somehow carrying over the winter chill. I yearned for the sound of his voice, so very low, very dark. Reminding me of the loving bass my husband had adored before he left my side. ( My fault. I had poisoned him. ) I stood at last, my body moving with a mechanical grace, like a delicately crafted puppet on spider web strings. He shifted, and all the spines and spikes and tails moved with him, dark shape spilling across the snow slick roof. I could see it. See Him. The real Him, who had chosen to consume and change and evolve and become greater than Flora. Greater than Ebrietas and Rom and all the rest.

And who had he done this for? Not for I, nor our Queen.

❝ I haven’t been called such in so long. ❞ He spoke at last, the words rippling in the air as though they traveled across water. His voice made my soul quiver, made my chest tighten as though my corset had been pulled too taunt. Until my ribs felt like they might shatter. His presence was different from my twins. My deep sea prison guards. He was older than they, than I could perceive. He had traveled through that cycle far longer than any other I had seen, perhaps to the surprise of Gehrman. How long had he suffered to become this? How many times had he torn through Great One over and over again, every fragment of their existence within the spiraling dungeons and the hellish Dream? The Nightmare?

And, at long last, I knew fear. I could perceive what could severe the ties binding myself to those children. I could perceive what could kill me if the whim struck it.

And I could not speak. I remained still, watching him through the crystals which decorated my lashes. He was so terrible, so beautiful. He stepped closer and I could see the burial blade in his possession, as heart stilling as it had been in Gehrman’s gnarled hands. ❝ And I knew you. ❞

❝ Yes, long ago. ❞ I nodded slowly, snow falling loose from my own hat, my hair. He had known me once, long ago, pigtails and corkscrew curls. Elaborate gowns which never stayed pure for long. He knew me, clumsy in dancing shoes, unsteady with a blade. He knew me, as awkward as a duckling, or a new born fawn. And he had been patient with me. And he had overseen my slow progress into a knight. And he had seen the Queen lay sword upon my shoulders, and my lips upon her wrist. Did he recall it as I did? Did he see it in that murky light of yonder year? My hands remained poised over my sword, ready to draw forth my chikage. Ready to attempt to face off against Medraut. The phantom of my past.

We were relics now of what once was, and could never be again.

#♕ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶰᵉᵉᵈᶦᶰᵍ ʰᵉᶫᵖ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʸᵒᵘ ─── drabbles #♕ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵃᶫᶫ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᶜᵒᵘᶫᵈ ˢᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ─── 【 the white phantom 】#long post |#[ I wanted to write that meeting between Great One Jacob/Medraut and Host Gwen.#That moment where she realizes that the past cannot be escaped #but it cannot remain as picture perfect as we want it to be. ]

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