#tiger in the mist au

[yarrayora]

thinking about my old bsd x khr crossover where atsushi and kokuyo gang came from the same orphanage where shibusawa took interest in all four of them. it was great for the orphans at first but then shibusawa started losing interest in the other three as atsushi was the only one who showed progress for his experiment, clueing them that shibusawa was not a good man and would eventually harm them

they tried running away from the orphanage only for atsushi to realize shibusawa would never give up on him so he apologized to the three kids and went back to shibusawa to give them a chance to escape

unfortunately there was no way for kids like them to survive the streets of yokohama in the first place. port mafia captured them and sold them to estraneo, kickstarting the tragedies that will eventually happen in both bsd and khr canon

#bungou stray dogs #katekyo hitman reborn #nakajima atsushi #rokudo mukuro #kakimoto chikusa #joshima ken #bsd atsushi #mukuro rokudo #chikusa kakimoto #ken joshima #yarra draws stuff #tiger in the mist au

[nightlight-doodle-corner]

some collection of doodles I’ve done over the past couple months, some from my normal account that I still enjoy some images including a very dear friend of mine by the name of @p1pm0nster​

and a couple of my oc

#tiger salamander #ln oc #nightlight sona #bee children #humus #humy #messenger dragon baby #strange eerie dragon #mist colors #eyestrain #stardew valley #tiger #fighting ring au #even though the au was on my main blog #gonna use it here too for anything

[blazingstarrewrite]

Tiger Claw

Tiger Claw! One of Thunder Colony’s senior warriors and Totally Not Evil :)

Name changes: Tiger -> Tiger Claw

Pronouns: he/him/his

(Former) Mentor(s): Thistle Claw

(Former) Apprentice(s): Dark Stripe, Raven

(Ex-) Mate(s): -

Family Members: Flash Nose, (Maternal great-grandmother on grandmother’s side), Swift Breeze (Maternal grandmother), Adder Fang (Maternal Grandfather), Patch Pelt (Maternal uncle), Leopard Foot (Mother), Sweet Briar (Paternal grandmother), Star Oak Claw, (Paternal grandfather), Birch Face (Paternal uncle), Freckle Wish (Paternal aunt), Star Pine Heart (Father), Night (Sister and littermate), Mist (Sister and littermate). Members shown in italics are deceased as of the start of into the wild.

Tiger Claw in the blazing star AU comes from a long line of leaders. He despises his father for leaving, and believes he is owed a rightful place als leader because of his heritage.

#warrior cats #warrior cats au #warriors #warriors au #wc #wc designs #wc art #tigerclaw #tigerstar

[hexonthepeach]

a gentle tongue breaketh the bone | 0: prologue

pairing: fem hybrid fox omega!reader/hybrid Alpha!nct 127

tags: reverse harem, non-traditional omegaverse hybrid! cyberpunk au, pack dynamics, polyamory, slowburn/slowbuild, angst & hurt/comfort, heavy content warnings inc. torture, graphic violence, suicidal ideation, explicit sexual content

summary: the year is 2127. decades of eugenics and warfare have led to the rise of designated populations: the ruler Alphas and their rare, prized omegas sequestered from the Beta population. in the aftermath of the War of the Two Tigers, New Goryeo ushers in an Imperial dynasty determined not by birthright but by the alliance of the Syndicate's clancorps to choose the best pack of your generation. you are destined to take your place within the Imperial harem as a queen, and–perhaps–Imperatrix herself

but you have a secret, written into your skin and bones–one that could easily kill you, depending on who finds it out

ten years ago you chose your Alpha and their pack in a fateful meeting

now, you must make them choose you

[masterlist & glossary] [read on AO3]

It was always your mother's plan to escape the Dome when flood season began.

You think, maybe, the heavens had taken her prayers far too literally.

The rain had begun the moment you'd stepped foot on your commandeered fishing boat–forced to steer into the mist towards the neon skies so far off, away from the slums built up against the Dome’s seawall.

She’d guided your control on the craft rather than steer, barking orders at you over the buffet of waves. Over and over again she's told you the plan–the destination. The standard issue wrist agent with your seasonal background blinks with the coordinates she'd encrypted into it.

It hadn't been the first indication that she knew she might have to abandon you.

You wanted to be home. In two days you were supposed to attend your confirmation–the Imperial robes laid out in ceremony in your quarters, adjustments made up until the end.

They'd taken special care to incorporate your grandmother's engagement gown into the design, hand-embroidering yards of silk and transparent tulle to mimic the tail you had yet to fully grow. Your ears were just beginning to migrate, covered in hair in the awkward transition from the side of your skull to where a fox's should be.

This was supposed to be your moment. You were to be a Queen, finally allowed the freedom and company you’d been promised for so long.

Instead of a debut you're faced with a century’s storm, your hands torn to bleeding from hanging onto the rust-and-barnacle coated bars of an ancient fire escape as gale force winds try to tear you off.

A new gust of wind blasts you weightless as an NSMR autodyne explodes into view. Its searchlight darts from the abandoned boat smashed by the waves below to skitter across the decimated side of a neighboring building, swinging inevitably towards your mother’s feet as they disappear above.

"Hurry!" You hear her shout.

"Wait!" you scream out but it may as well be a whisper. Adrenaline propels you up–up–up–light cutting through the horizontal sheet of rain towards you, just as you're gripped and pulled into the nearest broken window.

"Down," your mother yells, pushing you to the floor. You lay prone against broken glass and debris, clinging to her arm as the bluish eye of the aircraft appears outside.

Mannequins are illuminated a ghostly white, green lasers criss-crossing their eyeless faces. When the searchlight passes, you both flatten against the wall, eyes shut against the dust from the tail rotor.

It feels like an eternity before the thunder of the aerodyne's blades recede, the ancient department store dark once more.

"We can't stop moving," your mother says, checking the sky before dragging your exhausted body up to your feet. "They'll be back soon."

"Where can we go?" you shout, terror making you combative. "We're trapped here. We should just turn ourselves–"

Her hand strikes your cheek hard, ringing your head. "If you go back, you die," she repeats for the thousandth time. "No matter what happens, you run."

And then she's rushing off again, leaving you nodding at her back as she heads deeper into the abandoned floor, a blur even after you've wiped the tears into your soaked windbreaker.

Deeper inside the building the screaming winds are replaced by the echo of water streaming down from points above, into an open space where escalators disappear into the darkness below. The grid is offline, but solar powered striplights outline the floors, shadowed by nature overtaking them. The central atrium is a veritable jungle, waterfalls from the leaking roof splashing on dinner-plate size leaves and hanging vines.

It's strange to consider that this place was once inhabited and purposeful; now it's a neglected cemetery stripped of everything valuable. The signs have been extinguished for half a century. Eerily dark storefronts like caverns encircle a central tunnel leading to the flooded waterline below.

"Do you hear that?" Your mother tilts her head, and your fox ears follow suit, perking forward. You grip the railing to peer into the chasm, seeing nothing but a deep void surrounded by concentric rings of blue fading into purple.

"It sounds like a river," you say.

"It's an old subway station.” She ignores your querying look, bringing up a map on her agent. “We're elevated enough to access a line that's not submerged. It's dangerous, but it's safer than being out there. We just need to find an emergency exit–"

"Wait," you interrupt, tilting your chin up as you look out from under your hood. A pulsing sound, like a heartbeat, grows louder, approaching. For a moment, you fail to understand the change in texture on the ceiling, a lightening of the green-black like the sun has emerged.

Then the thick, translucent layer fractures like ice, caving in.

The flooded rooftop's water appears to freeze in midair, refracting into a million rainbows from the searchlight of the autodyne hovering above it.

The illusion shatters as the break widens, a sinkhole in the sky.

There's no escape this close to the deluge of water and debris collapsing from two floors above. You're thrust against the guardrail as it buckles, plummeting into the darkness below with a scream that's engulfed by the roaring water long before you reach the bottom.

Breaking the surface is surreal. Your eyes remain open as you're plunged deep into the black depths feet-first, twisting your body to land with as little surface area as possible, immediately fighting to find up once the shock recedes.

A horrible cascade of broken sections of rooftop sink around you, trails leading from the silver plane above. You follow, lungs burning, almost losing your entire breath at the whump of impact as something huge and heavy hits, pushing you down.

Every muscle burns as you swim, swim, swim to the edge of the concrete block–climbing up and over until it's beneath you. The vacuum left in its wake sucks you down, but you keep kicking until you're free, finding the remains of an escalator to cling to and pull yourself up, using the thick roots entwined around its broken handrail.

You’re out of the worst here–just the patter of water broken by plantlife filling your mouth and nose as you cry out for your mother.

She's nowhere to be seen, or heard.

Something else answers your call.

A white light appears overhead, shadows scattering. The gusts from the hovering autodyne blow down, blinding you as the water is pulled into heavy chop.

"This is a NSMR rescue, stay where you are–" A robotic voice orders, distorted by the chamber.

You duck down underwater. This time you can see the horrible debris field beneath you, lit stark by the slanting rays of light.

The mossy bottom is closer than you imagined, brought near by a fresh layer of translucent plasticine and concrete. Air bubbles roil up, and you scan any of them for her–

–there, amidst the moon-like rubble, a white hand emerges along with a fall of dark hair.

You don't think, you act–taking a deep breath and diving back down. You’re tugged by an underwater current sucking you into it until you can grab onto a length of rebar from the section of roof keeping your mother trapped in the deep.

What you thought was just her hair is also a ruddy cloud seeping from a laceration across her forehead. Her mouth is ajar, spewing bubbles.

You have hope still, seeing that blood flow and that air.

All you need to do is get her out and force the water out of her lungs. She’s all you have left in this world, and though you’d resented her for ripping you from the comfort of your life you can’t imagine returning to it without her.

And so you work to free her, the seconds ticking down in your mind. There’s no give when you pull her arm. You crawl beside her, using your back and burning legs to push with all your might against the slab pinning her body.

You feel the slightest movement behind you, adrenaline powering your efforts to widen the gap as you readjust and push again, tugging on her clothing to try and loosen her.

It’s such a struggle that you don’t register the shadow of death falling over you both.

Suddenly there's something–someone–in the water, between you and the light.

You turn to see nothing that makes sense, darkness smothering you as an arm wraps around your neck and arm and pulls you up. You have to stifle the urge to scream, instead fighting back–clawing and twisting like a dying fish as your rescuer struggles to hold onto you.

Your immature frame is no match for an adult, male captor–not as you're pulled free and dragged towards the surface, hand splayed towards the blurring image of your mother's dying body.

There's only animal instinct driving you when you let water gush into your mouth, opening it underwater to bite, hard, into the pale flash of wrist encircling your chest.

Your teeth are sharper than most, your hybrid's jaw even stronger. You can feel the bone crunch as you choke.

You have a moment of blissful relief, suspended, before your oxygen-starved brain tries to breathe in one last time. The delicious taste on your tongue is washed away by brick-heavy, icy water.

And then you drown.

Dying feels strangely calm, in the face of everything else. Your vision goes red-to-black as you're swept deeper, that riptide current of an underground river dragging you away.

One last glimpse of your mother is captured in your mind's eye, as if a hallucination: her arm outstretched towards you, eyes open and unreflecting, beckoning you into the dark.

And beside her, something inhuman–monstrous–reaching to embrace you in her stead.

Blue-violet light seeps between your eyelids, your ears muffled.

You're drowning again–this time in air as you vomit up the fluid in your lungs. Your body is wracked again, and again, by its will to survive.

Gloved hands hold your face to the side, tugging wet strands of hair away and pressing against your pulled-back ears. It takes you a long time to realize that you’re being soothed like you were a child, this time by a stranger.

You can't help but cry, disoriented.

"Eomma, eomma," you repeat when you can speak, voice burnt away from choking.

"She's alive," someone says, handheld light arcing over your blinking eyes. “Good, less paperwork.”

“Shut up,” the person holding you says, voice bitter. “I need you on patrol in case he comes back.”

“He was fine before you shot at him–”

“I’m not worried about him.”

Your chest hurts so much, cold and stabbing with each breath. Your mouth tastes like you've sucked mud from a copper coin. Something other than bile burns your nostrils. It's a new scent–not the mildew and construction smell of the mall but frighteningly natural.

You've only recently come into your designation, you have yet to build your canid scent memory, but this is something utterly alien to you–green and citrus and–

"She'll make it,” the other man says.

The man holding you cradles you, rubbing your back as you splutter up what feels like another lungful. "Can you hear me, ____?"

At the sound of your name you twitch against his hold, kicking until he lets you go.

Run, she’d said. She’d told you to run.

You scramble in a layer of loam and dead leaves until you’re at the edge of the light, at the lip of the moss-coated pit. The water has already receded a few feet below, dark and calm.

"She's gone," the man grabs onto your shoulders to keep you from throwing yourself back in. "I'm sorry. We'll bring her home too, I promise."

You sob wordlessly, body folding into a circle as reality crashes down on you again along with the fierce pain flaring in your right shoulder, radiating into your skull and spine.

"I need to treat her. Arm with boosters and stay alert."

"He couldn't have attacked her. He did life support. It had to be an accident–" The man standing over you has a scratchy voice, deeper and more threatening as he protests the accusation.

"I don't care. If the kid doesn't bleed out she's at risk for bacterial infection. I have to treat her. You keep an eye out for Suh and dose him again on sight or I'll–"

"Or what, Moon? Last time I checked, Lee was in charge."

The man holding you trembles with rage. "Or I report this incident."

"You wouldn't dare."

"You know what the penalty is for going feral. And no anti-shift? At all? Just shut up and follow orders for once."

The other man goes silent, dropping the light to the ground and moving away from you both.

Your rescuer gently repositions you in his lap, exposing your neck and face to his scrutiny. At this angle you can see he has a serious but kind face, military haircut and NSMR name badge visible in the floodlight. Moon.

"Am I dying?" you croak out, raising your hand up to grip his vest as he rummages through a field kit.

"Not even close. But I need you to be a good girl and hold still. It's going to hurt."

"No," you say, eyes welling with tears. "Just let me go. I can't go back."

"Be strong for me, alright?" He holds your hand with his left in a textured glove, pouring something on your cheek. Suddenly you're burning alive from the outside in.

Even with your ruined voice, you're able to shriek.

The sound pierces the building, echoes disappearing into the static of flowing water. The fire in your skin rages with each new wash of antiseptic, the bottle emptied over you.

"Good girl," Moon soothes, his hand still in yours as he dabs away what feels like pure flame. He carefully unloosens your vise-like grip, setting you down to pull more supplies out.

"The worst part is over. We're going to bandage you up now. I may have to do stitches but I'll give you something for the pain first, okay? You're very brave–"

Tick-tick-tick.

You barely register his words, ears flicking towards the source of the sound–something rumbling overhead. Your gaze follows a moment too late as the shadow falls down from the thick foliage, shaking the ground when it hits.

"Fuck, Na–" Moon lets out a muffled yell as something huge descends on you both.

"No!" You croak, watching the medic swept bodily into the brush.

Bright flashes illuminate something terrifyingly large, moving at an otherworldly speed as it disappears into the leaves. More shots are fired, from another angle–somewhere overhead. The underbrush explodes with the return of the monster.

If the attacking creature was angry before now it's frenzied, rushing forward to swipe over you at the other man. You can't help but curl into a ball, afraid of the white flash of teeth and claws passing by overhead. Loam peppers your raised arms as you protect your fragile body.

And then, quiet. The breathing of the creature is inches from your nose–ribs expanding under an ocean of dark fur, as it stalks forward.

You brace for your end, knowing you can't stay quiet if he attacks you next.

"Stop. It's me." The other man shouts, voice changing pitch as he moves back. The gun clatters from his hand against a hard floor. "We're helping her."

The monster doesn't follow, crouched over you and snarling. You can see the flattened ears and broad-skulled profile of a large cat–not some jimseung hybrid form like in the war archive footage but fully animal, eyes slitted in rage.

The red tufts of tranquilizer darts emerge from its heaving side and neck. It doesn't appear to be going down anytime soon, roaring a final warning before turning its attention to its true prey.

You.

Instinct has you frozen, whimpering softly as that giant skull bends down to push your shoulder–testing if you're alive. You stay limp, shivering involuntarily. There's a hot chuff of breath on your exposed neck, and then the horrible sandpaper rasp of a tongue dragged across it, revealing wounds you hadn't even known were there.

There’s no way to stop from crying out at the new sting, the sound weak with the lack of energy left in your body.

Miraculously, the predator pulls away, giant form cringing. Through the slits in your closed eyes you watch it favor its right paw, licking at something shining in the LED’s glow.

"Dose him again." Moon's voice is a croak, the brush swaying a few meters away. You can’t help but be grateful he’s still alive.

“It could kill him.”

"I don't care." Moon says, exhausted. You hear a louder rustle as he drags himself back, the clicks of an ammo check and the cocking of a gun making your anxiety spike.

The cat snarls in his direction, collapsing beside you.

"Look. He's not hurting her," Na says. "He's protecting her."

You have no idea what's happening but the cat has settled beside you, choosing to lick your exposed forearm guarding your head. That warmth seeps into your frozen skin, threading deep into your pain-wracked limbs.

For reasons yet unknown to you, your body relaxes, tension easing by degrees as the animal that is your true self realizes there's no danger. Something else is making you act against any rational instinct, a hazily recognized similarity infusing your senses.

Protection. Home. Safety.

That green scent, bright with each rattling inhalation.

It's coming from him.

Agony and grief fade away, just background noise, as you move carefully to look up. The huge cat stills, mouth open. His amber eyes are mostly pupil with the infusion of drugs, unreactive to the bright glow of the lamp.

That alien gaze looks into you, something recognizable trapped within. You raise your hand, nails black with dirt and blood, quivering with the effort to stay calm.

His inky nose twitches forward, sniffing.

It feels like the answer to a question you hadn’t even asked when he pushes forward to rub against your offered touch, whiskers scratching your open palm.

The cat’s face rolls against your hand, dragging a hot lip and the edge of a thumb-sized fang to your wrist. You trace the dense fur over his dry nose up to the ridge of his forehead. Here the hide is softer, lighter and a different shade of black where rosette spots emerge.

You watch his eyes close in a vaguely human expression of pleasure. He makes a deep sound, that same rumble you’d heard before, minus aggression.

"Careful–" Moon warns.

"I'm fine," you say–knowing by the hollowness in your heart that you aren't, will never be.

At least this is within your control. Like a vignette from one of your leather-bound fairy tale books: the maid and the beast who’d decided it was better to serve her than eat her by some enchantment.

What enchantment? Something your mother had instructed in all those obtuse lessons about their methods of control–an easy thing that seems so hard to grasp with the pain and fear thundering within you.

When everything else fails, put them to sleep.

"You can sleep now, okay? Please sleep,” you urge the cat.

His purr seems to be an affirmation; he collapses in slow-motion, swaying a little as if fighting to the end. His head comes to rest beside yours, steam rising in the light with his breath–each more shallow than the last.

"Did you see that?"

The cat wakes at the voice, lip curling to expose yellow-white teeth again. A slow blink meets you eye to eye as you stroke his browline, soothing him into quiescence with the lightest of touches.

"We have a much bigger problem," Moon says, suddenly behind you. "I'm sorry, princess."

Something sharp pierces your neck, but you’re too tired to fight–too focused on staying quiet so the beast doesn’t stir.

There's a snarl but no movement besides the twitch of a paw, claws extending.

"Please . . ."

"What?" You have a glimpse of Moon's bloodied face. By the stinging in your own jaw you're a casualty of this encounter, too.

"Please . . . don't hurt him," you plead.

"No," Moon says, glancing at the body beside you. "We won't hurt anyone."

The other man appears over his shoulder, blurred by the sedative–eyes reflecting green in the dim.

"If you want to protect him, you'll keep quiet." The stranger says.

"Stop–" Moon says.

"You tell anyone and he dies, do you understand?" You know he's speaking to you, something flaring inside your belly. You can’t let anything happen to him–not your beast.

Your beast.

You nod, tears streaming from your cracked eyelids.

"Good girl," he says.

Movement in the corner of your eye surprises you, distantly aware of a rush of heat in the chill of the dank space. Your head lolls to the side, unable to register what you’re seeing–a drastic change in the hulking form before the floodlight is snuffed out.

His profile is burnt into your vision like an old photo negative, human shoulder dipping with each exhale, and a hand that was once a paw curled next to your own, as if reaching to hold it.

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[hcdragonwrites]

Letters (a @journey-to-the-au Drabble)

I made another thing (yeah I couldn’t help myself but this one is shorter I think. I hope you like it!) I just. Brain fire.

Inspired by <a href="https://www.tumblr.com/journey-to-the-au/722003448742248448/may-we-hear-about-the-yaogui-attack-0-apologies" >This Post </a>

(Also I suck at linking things I’m so sorry.)

Liu crossed out the line on the parchment before him, splashing ink onto the stone beneath his feet in an frustrated spray.

“No that doesn’t sound right either!” He gritted his teeth, growing frustrated. General Liu, one of the Four great Generals of Flower- Fruit mountain and friend to its King Sun Wukong, had a dilemma.

He set the brush down, still getting used to holding it in his hands. Wukong makes this look so easy! But things of the unmonkey nature came easily to Wukong- how could they not ? He had mastered the mysterious arts that had given him such power, had defeated the demon who had first claimed Water- Curtain Cave in his absence (and more beside.) Wukong had walked among the men of the world and had claimed treasure from dragons.

Wukong would be able to hold a brush with ease and write words with a steady hand. The general tugged at his fur and looked about himself. Rolls of parchment lay about him like discarded rinds of watermelons. All the failed attempts to transcribe what his heart was trying to speak. He tugged more, hairs coming free.

When Wukong spoke of his experience in the world abroad their mountain, he had mentioned how the important people within that strange world of mortals and immortals would communicate through scrolls and parchment.

“It was too quiet at times for my liking!” He reminisced once, splashing some wine as he gesticulated upon his throne. “What silence! What needed to be written that couldn’t be communicated with a clear voice?” He would then call for one of the troop of his subjects to retell a story, for Wukong loved the telling of a yarn through voice and act.

Liu had understood why one would want words written down however. The things he wanted to say- to tell- either fled him like mist before the sun or stuck in his throat like a peach stone. The Marshal scratched behind his ear, brushing the notched edge and remembering. Remembering her.

Rin Rin.

Liu had never been one for such deep hesitation as he was now. In all the Aolai country, among and betwixt the unicorns and the phoenixes who preened and called themselves the most beautiful, where the leopards and the tigers roamed and boasted their own majesty, Liu had faced all that threatened his home with bravery. He loved this mountain, from every blade of grass to every luminous stone deep in Water-Curtain Cave. He thought none of the beasts or birds or celestial bodies in Heaven was more beautiful than his home.

Except Her.

He wanted to tell her. Tell Rin Rin how she rivaled all the clouds in heaven for her softness. How no flower could compare to her eyes and how they shined like the sea when the sun hit it. Her smile could make the trees cry and her anger could chase the stripes off a tiger.

Liu was afraid. Not afraid of her. Afraid to miss this opportunity! His tail lashed and sent a bit of paper skittering over the stone floor, knocking into several stone bowls of almonds.

The mountain was a paradise. The waterfall that crashed beyond, the pine forests that dotted the slopes where their needles spiced the air. He had faced tigers and demons, fought and thrown himself into situation after situation of danger without a second thought for himself.

Now he was hesitant. He acted as he had on that day Wukong had found Water- Curtain cave: hesitant. Marshal Liu had not been hesitant since that time- so why had he returned to this state ?

Liu looked down at the paper and groaned.

“I just want to tell her how beautiful she is…”

Steps approached from outside Liu’s room.

“So this is where you’ve been!” Wukong called, stepping into the room with a frown on his face. “I have been waiting for you in the Throne room for hours! Sentries have spotted what look to be the makings of a camp. We have a troop of creatures lurking in the shadow of our mountain and I need my Generals— what is all this stuff ?”

Liu didn’t bother to cover up his failings- he just lay his head on the stone table and glared at the brush.

“You only called for a meeting a few minutes ago, my king.” He replied from the table.

“Minutes- hours. It has been too long! What have you been up to in here?”Wukong picked up a paper scroll, the feathered crown on his head bobbing.

“You are as pretty as a … hmm. You never finished this one Liu!”

Liu moved his face to flatten into the stone table, feeling his cheeks burn and his ears itch. Of course my king would start reading them.

Shuffling paper noises sounded again as Wukong picked another scroll up.

“My heart becomes a candle when you are near—“ he frowned. “You crossed out the rest in a mess of black.”

Liu wished he could dissolve into the stone.

“You smell as sweet as a magnolia flower- your eyes are the shape of stars —“

“Please My King.” He begged. “Spare me.”

“You wrote them Liu! I am only reading.”

“And I ask for mercy, please.”

“Seems you’ve had trouble finishing whatever you were trying to say.” Mused the Sage.

“None of the words formed well enough on the paper.” Marshal Liu sighed. There came a shuffle and a brush beside him. He lifted his head to see Wukong had crossed his legs beside him, a shoulder companionably against Lius. The Monkey King twirled the brush between his fingers, unrolling a new scroll of parchment.

“If I help you Write your love poem to Rin, Will you stop mooning so sadly ?” Wukong cocked a brow at his general, side eyeing him in a way only a friend could.

Marshal Liu felt his pride pricked, just a bit. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Liu- you have been my friend for countless years. Longer than most monkeys usually live.” Wukong dipped the brush into the inkwell, checking the ink stone and grimacing at its diminished size. “I know you from the tips of your ears to the ends of your fur. We have fought and bled side by side. You may be a master at strategy and planning but. My friend.”

Wukong turned his whole face to stare at Liu. “You suck at hiding how in love you are with Rin Rin.”

The Marshal sat up, opened his mouth to defend, to deflect —

Wukong, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, waited. His face set in a neutral and very are you really going to argue with me? expression.

Liu closed his mouth, tugged at his fur and set his chin on the stone table. “She makes me feel so—-“

“Mhm.”

“She’s so—!”

“Mhm…”

“I just can’t get the words out!” The Marshal admitted finally. “Each time I start to tell her, I freeze. I’ve tried so many times!”

When Rin and He had shared a sweet patch of strawberries he had tried to say how he loved her.

When Rin had been tending to a scratch on his face, chiding and reprimanding him for his recklessness again. Her anger had made him want to hold her and reassure her that he was fine.

When they had decided to stay out late, tails curled together as they counted the stars. Liu had wanted to compare her to each one.

And each of these times his words had either fled him or had refused to come out.

“And you thought to write them out because they keep getting stuck.”

Liu nodded.

“Give me the words and I’ll write them down.” Wukong set the tip, ready. “If I write this for you, then will come and put your mind back to keeping our mountain safe?”

Guilt itched beneath his fur. “My King i'm sorry—“

A affectionate rub of Wukongs head against his own shut the general up as the king tugged at his ear in play.

“Liu. I may not understand the power of what you are feeling,” Wukong cut off, tail thumping against the Marshals “but that doesn’t mean your feelings aren’t important. And … seeing you so distressed makes me distressed. I can help my friend in this simple task at least.”

Liu felt a warmth well from him. For all his Kings boasting and prideful proclamations, Wukong cared for each of his subjects - even in the face of his incomprehension. He would do what he could to ease his friends, his subjects, his families struggles. Wukong began to write as Liu began to speak, his face warm and his hands slowly beginning uncurl from his fur.

After just an hour with Wukongs transcribing and Liu describing, the confession was complete. Liu clutched the scroll and strapped it to his side.

He had been able to attend the Council with a lighter heart and a smile on his face. The discussion and the plans to increase patrols along the pine forest to the west of Flower Fruit Mountain had been unanimously agreed upon as the troubling information came to light.

The scouts' reports had indicated that there had been activity - a half made campfire kicked over and cold with bones from what looked like a small deer- not a few leaps and bounds from the slopes. Liu had frowned at the description of the tracks- five footed, fur and the scent of musk in the air. Another band of Monkeys … but they seem to be scouting us as well.

When Liu had this brought to attention, an immediate patrol had been sent out to gain more information on how many may be circling their home. The unspoken kept being danced around but all in that council chamber had a suspicion. Demon Monkeys….

Until they knew further who and what they were facing, Wukong wouldn’t risk a war troop to prowl the nearby hills and leave the rest of his family and people exposed.

Liu had a bit of time beneath the growing moon of night to find Rin Rin now. Before his nerves left him. Wukongs handwriting had made the words look better, flow better, feel better to the Marshals eyes. His King had sat through his flowery language, and had written it all diligently if with a little bit of snorting at times. (“Don’t compare her to pine nuts!” “But she smells of the pines and the wood and everything I love!” “…. But pine nuts ?”)

If his words failed him, Liu had them written down. If they stuck in his throat, he could pull them apart with the help of his letter. His heart was thumping, his fur was sticking out a bit as electric nerves rolled on his skin. Liu was in full armor having come from council, and it jangled softly in the night air. But it was a comforting jangle- a separate staccato rhythm against his body.

As the moon rose outside of Water-Curtain Cave casting the spray in silver light, Liu gazed out. Some other monkeys mingled in the cooling air enjoying the clear night. Tending to loved ones by either grooming fur, sharing ripening fruits from the many orchards across the vast mountain, or cuddling down in the soft grasses to gaze upward. Liu greeted each in turn, butting heads or brushing hands. Pride welled in him, making Liu stand taller. This was his home- his family. The peace they lived in was hard won and protected by their King and his Marshals- and that peace was precious.

A small bundle of babes shot past, one carrying a lychee fruit as a prize to be kept from the others. A pair of older simians gazed into the waters of the pool, leaning into each other. Liu would fight a thousand demons, all the celestial beings in the world, to keep this peace. He would tame dragons and pull the moon down from its boughs in Heaven to preserve this peace.

Liu turned, green eyes seeking. There, just beneath the pomegranate tree overlooking a mossy spray of water, he spotted the cloud gray of Rin Rin. Even in the shadow of the tree he could see her moon flower perched behind her ear, the fur perfectly groomed in wonderous swirls. He wished he had a bouquet of moonflowers to bring her or a cup of tea to present to her. He wanted to come bearing gifts and to tend and tidy her hair and weave flowers throughout it.

He came bearing his heart instead.

Said heart thumped against his chest. Steady Liu.

Liu took a moment to groom his finger through his fur, his tail, and to dust at his armor. He grabbed at a small patch of pine needles, snapping them between fingers and briefly rubbing the tips over his fur. He wanted to look his best to smell his best to be his best.

Then, gathering himself and tapping the scroll's top at his hip, Liu straightened and stepped forward.

He would tell her how much she meant to him. He would show her how much she was worth to him- between the words he had been able to wrangle and place onto a page.

Liu would never get the chance to unwind that scroll however. The night air that had been full of gentle chatter and warm conversation was broken by screams as the mountain's peace was shattered into a thousand screams of fury and fear rang off the mountain.

#hcwrites #writing stuff #I Hope you like it ! #this was a bit more difficult because I kept looking at RinRin and Liu art of him giving her his cape flower #like. it kept melting my heart #very dialogue heavy #Marshal Liu is a boy with heart eyes for only one girl #rin rin #jttw au #jttw monkey king #for journey to the au #this one may not be my best only because I wanted to write more but I didn’t want to imped on what was already created #I Like filling in the blanks inbetween because it’s fun to make connections #drabble stuff #I may have made Liu a bit too obsessed with pine needles #had to pull down my big old Journey to the West book to see how many fruits and details they list for Flower fruit mountain #THEY HAVE A LOT OF FRUIT WTF I DONT REMEMBER IT FROM THE FIRST TIME READING #but again that was years ago #I’m reading a shorter version and then will be diving into that four book translation #this was fun to write because I was able to take from the book itself to give dimension to the mountain #I love adding dimension and culture to writing it jsut makes me want to go there and see and touch and feel and smell everything #if you need me to edit anything I can do it though! like if I didn’t get yer boy right I don’t mind fixing it ! #hcfanfics

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Blackthorn Ch 12 | M.YG

Pairing: Crown Prince Dragon!Yoongi x Crown Princess Impundulu!Keena  Genre: Soulmate AU | Arranged Marriage AU | Fantasy AU | Fluff | Angst  Word Count: 7.9K  Warnings: Magic | Shifting | Mention of Dead Bodies | Blood | Hints to Murder | Mentions Main Character Death | Depictions of Greif | Talks of Reincarnation | Kissing | Teasing | Cliffhanger Rating: PG16

Ginkgo Spirit - The Prince returns to the palace with Namjoon safely but he is missing one person.

a/n: As always thanks to @sailoryooons for being my beta and making the banner. Character asks and the taglist for Blackthorn are always open! Minors do NOT interact with my work, please and thank you.

a/n 2: Shout out to @colormepurplex2 for the wonderful Namjoon edit!! Also, the taglist is still open as well.

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Tears had long since stopped rolling down Namjoon’s face as he sat on the forest floor surrounded by dead bodies and blood. His robes were soaked, stained so badly he knew he wouldn’t be able to wash the blood out. Koya flew down from the trees and landed on Namjoon’s shoulders. The bird chirped and nudged at Namjoon’s temple before Namjoon sighed and looked down at the tiny sleeping ginkgo tiger in his lap.

“I’ll be okay, Koya. We’re fated after all. I’ll meet him again in another lifetime.”

The wind picked up and the air around Namjoon vibrated with power. He glanced upwards at the treetops and Koya flew off his shoulder. The bird went up above, high in the air and circled around until the black dragon in the distance roared. 

It was enormous, all back with two large matte black horns that sat atop its head, just above its long curved ears. Small, black spiked horns framed large golden eyes and ran down the sides of its jawline. Its nose was long and had two large, slitted nostrils and there were black crystal-like growths on its chin. Rows of sharp teeth poked out from the side of its mouth and showed a glimpse of the terror hiding inside.

Agust’s golden eyes locked onto the familiar bird that belonged to Namjoon and went off in that direction. On his back, doctor Hyungwon clung onto one of the black spikes that ran down the length of the dragon’s body, starting from the base of his long neck. The man’s face was slightly green and he kept his eyes squeezed shut tightly to keep from seeing the world so high above the ground. 

Hoseok was perched on Agust’s back as well. His eyes were rolling flames, orange and red that shifted in the light while his skin glowed with a blue-yellow tint. His black hair whipped around his face and steam rose from the very stands. As Agust got closer to Koya, Hoseok stood up and rolled his shoulders. He looked at Hyungwon and called out to the doctor.

“Let’s go. He’s going to shift!” Hoseok picked the man up by his armpits and wrapped his arms around Hyungwon’s chest. “Hold on.” 

Agust’s body rippled with a golden glow before it started to shrink and morph into a more human form. Hyungwon shouted as the solid body under his feet disappeared and he hung in the air. Hoseok would have laughed if he wasn’t so worried about Namjoon and Jungkook. Heat surrounded his body and smokey, mist-like wings carried him in the air as he descended towards the ground. 

Agust’s giant leathery wings were angular, the inside almost entirely see-through, especially when viewed from a distance. Curved talons grew from each wing, ending like giant scythes. They shrunk in size, but did not disappear as the treetops below got closer and closer. There was nowhere to land and as Agust opened his mouth to burn the trees, they started to sway and shift. Agust and Hoseok hovered in the air, the latter confused as they watched the trees move out of their way. Koya chirped from down below and Hoseok clicked his tongue.

“The God of the forest must be here…”

Agust grunted and continued his descent to the ground with Hoseok and Hyungwon right behind him. As his feet touched the forest floor, Agust felt a powerful presence. It was all around, in the air, under the ground, and protected every single organism in sight. Hyungwon’s legs gave out as he touched the ground and Agust huffed out a thick plume of black smoke.

“Where did the bird go?” Agust scanned the area and found no trace of Koya. A power not his own swirled in the back of his mind like a distant memory and Agust found his feet moving east. He did not care for his lack of clothing nor the eyes of any creatures lurking in the distance.

“You feel it too?” Hoseok questioned as he lifted the doctor up by his armpits once again. He kept an arm around the man’s waist and helped him walk. “There is a very old and very powerful presence here with us.”

Agust inhaled and licked his lips.  His forked tongue flicked out quickly before he hummed, “Blood has been split.”

“We need to hurry.” Hoseok tugged on Hyungwon and the doctor picked up his pace. He knew that lives were on the line and he was there to save them.

As they walked farther in the forest, the scent of blood and flowers mingled together thickly. The green grass started to darken, and as Agust took another step forward, the squish of mud under his bare feet made him pause. His eyes zoned in on a gathering of red spider lilies and he growled lowly.

“When did the gardener become a God?”

“What?” Hoseok stood by Agust’s side and looked at the red spider lilies. There was a haze that surrounded the area, something hidden in plain sight with old magic. “Namjoon isn’t a Go-” Hoseok’s word died on his tongue as the haze started to clear and there in the center of red spider lilies sat Namjoon, only his appearance had changed. 

His standard robes were replaced with flowing white that had green and blue flowers stitched into the fabric. The white was now soaked a deep red, his hands were tinted from the blood that he wiped off on his chest and his face was flawless. His subtle imperfections were gone, replaced with smooth skin that glowed from within, a soft green color. 

“N-Namjoon?” Hoseok’s voice was just above a whisper and carried on the wind.

Namjoon’s head turned and they could see the dried tears on his face, his brown eyes now completely green and Hoseok felt the sorrow seep into his bones.

“I-I couldn’t save him…I was too late,” Namjoon spoke and smiled sadly. “Jungkook had such a beautiful and pure soul. He tried to save a tiger that was being hunted.”

Agust watched as Hoseok and Hyungwon walked over to Namjoon. Hyungwon crouched down and carefully checked Namjoon’s face to make sure he wasn’t hurt.

“Were you injured at all, Namjoon?” Hyungwon stared at the man in front of him, knowing that it wasn’t the Namjoon that he knew. “May I see your hands?”

Namjoon looked down at his blood-tinted hands and swallowed thickly. “Do you know what a ginkgo spirit is, Hyungwon?”

“A ginkgo spirit?” Hyungwon thought over the question and a lesson from his childhood came to the forefront of his mind. “It is when an animal is wrongfully killed and its spirit is led to a ginkgo tree by the wind, correct?”

Namjoon nodded his head and smiled but it was anything but happy. “You are partly correct. The spirit of the animal is led to the tree of rebirth, a ginkgo tree, by the guardian of the forest. Power from the leaves grants the spirit the chance at a new life with the tree’s blessing.”

“I never heard that version before,” Hyungwon admitted and Namjoon looked at him. His green eyes were dark and murky, like the seaweed that washed up on shore. “Namjoon…where is Jungkook?”

“Jungkook?” Namjoon looked down at his lap and carefully unfolded his arms before he placed them at his side. There in Namjoon’s lap, a tiny gingko tiger cub slept peacefully. 

Hyungwon stared down at the tiger cub and Hoseok dropped to the ground beside him. Namjoon’s lower lip quivered and Hoseok’s eyes started to burn. Namjoon didn’t have to speak anymore, everyone understood that Jungkook had given his life to protect the tiger and in the end, he was granted rebirth through Namjoon.

“Is-” Hyungwon cleared his throat and took a deep breath before he spoke again. “Is there anyone still alive?” 

Namjoon scoffed and shook his head. “Those who clung to life, I snuffed out. Souls with such malice are not given any mercy.”

Hoseok’s hair no longer smoked, his skin no longer glowed, and his eyes were a sparkling amber once more. The adrenaline in his blood no longer ran red-hot, and as he stared at the sleeping tiger cub, he frowned.

“What are you going to do with the cub?” 

“I was unsure of what to do with him,” Namjoon sighed and he looked behind Hoseok to Agust, who had watched them silently. “I think the Princess would accept him as my engagement gift, don’t you agree, Agust?”

Agust narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue. “If you wish to grant the Princess such a little beast as a gift…” Agust glanced at the sleeping cub and crossed his arms over his chest. “I suppose it’s as good a gift as any.”

“You would really have the Princess raise him? Why not keep him yourself?” Hyungwon wondered and Namjoon shook his head.

“Our time together in this world has passed. Jungkook will do well to keep the Princess safe.”

“I fear that the Princess will not accept the cub once she learns that it was born from Jungkook’s soul,” Hoseok voiced and Namjoon picked himself up from the ground.

“No one is to tell the Princess the truth…well the whole truth.”

“You wish to lie?” Hoseok stared at Namjoon with wide eyes.

“Not lie. We will tell a half-truth.”

Hyungwon and Hoseok glanced at the sleeping cub and sighed. “Do you think that is wise?”

“For the sake of the cub and to spare the Princess from any feelings of guilt, yes. It is our best option.” 

“Agust?” Agust narrowed his eyes as Namjoon called his name and stared unblinking. “I need to speak to the Prince.”

As gold shifted to black, scales melted away and the wings that sprouted from Agust’s back flattened once more into their correct space like they were never there. Prince Yoongi stood in place of Agust, bare as the day he was born and stared at his friend with watery eyes. He knew Jungkook well. The young man was extremely talented and funny. However, he could not ignore the question that Agust didn’t ask.

“Namjoon.”

“Your Highness.”

“I think we need to have a nice conversation with drinks? Don’t you agree, Hoseok?” 

Hoseok wiped at his damp eyes and cleared his throat. “Drinks sound wonderful, Your Highness. Doctor?”

Hyungwon nodded his head with a sigh and looked around at the blood soaked ground. “A drink would be much appreciated.”

“Let’s head to the nearest river to wash. Namjoon I packed new robes for you.” Hoseok motioned to the bag that Hyungwon carried and Namjoon nodded his head in thanks. "Yours are in here as well, Yoongi."

It was early the next morning when Byulyi woke the Princess and hurried her into a thick spearmint green robe and slippers. Wheein quickly wrapped her hair into a neat high bun before they led her to Aga and Mingi, who waited outside of the Prince’s chambers. The Princess was confused but the look on Mingi’s face let her know that something had happened. Their footsteps were quick. Silver started to spill into the Princess’ eyes, and before she could start to worry about what was wrong, she saw Prince Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon all standing out in the courtyard. The palace gates had slammed shut behind them and the Princess’ ears rang.

She chirped loudly and all three men’s heads snapped in her direction. Her eyes flooded with tears and she sprinted across the stone pathway. As she slammed into the Prince’s chest, she cried and he held her tightly in his arms. The Prince whispered soft words and squeezed her body tightly to his. Their hearts beat together frantically, and when the Prince pulled away, he smiled.

“Sorry, we kept you waiting.”

The Princess shook her head as the Princes wiped at her tears with his thumbs. Their faces grew closer and closer until their lips touched. Namjoon quickly turned his back while Hoseok sighed and rolled his eyes.

“We weren’t gone that long, Princess.” Hoseok’s voice was teasing with the warmth of understanding laced in. He had felt the same way when he thought Namjoon was hurt.

"Sa ase," Aga spoke up and the Princess pulled away. She bit her lip as heat warmed her face while the Prince simply licked his lips and smiled.

“I believe Namjoon has something to tell you.” He stepped out of the way and Namjoon stood before the Princess with his hands and arms tucked away in his sleeves.

“Are you well, Namjoon?” The Princess searched his eyes and then slowly counted the men in front of her, there were only three. “Where is Jungkook?”

Namjoon frowned and shook his head. “You will have to forgive him, Princess. Jungkook is a free spirit. Good, warm and pure…”

The Princess saw the way Namjoon’s brows pulled together, the way his eyes misted and his face flushed. She reached out and placed a gentle hand on his bicep. 

“Jungkook will not be joining us. He um-” Namjoon cleared his throat and blinked his eyes quickly. “He stumbled upon a group of poachers that were hunting a tiger. He fought well but there were too many of them.”

“Oh, Joon…”

Namjoon slowly pulled his arms from his sleeves and held a tiny tiger cub in his hands. “This is a ginkgo tiger. He is what came of Jungkook’s sacrifice and I wish for you to have him.”

The Princess stared at the tiny cub. The cub had green and yellow ombre fur, starting from the head and going all the way down to its tail. It had pale yellow whiskers and its tail fanned out at the end like a large ginkgo leaf. The Princess found herself smiling sadly. She knew how ginkgo spirits were created and she sent a silent prayer to Jungkook for his valiant sacrifice. 

“I-I think you should keep him..her?”

Namjoon smiled and stretched out his arms. “Jungkook would have wanted you to have him. He knows I’m not the best with animals.” 

As the Princess started to disagree, the tiger cub opened its eyes and stared right at her. She was surprised to see that the cub had heterochromia; one eye was pale yellow and the other was a deep brown. The cub whined as it wiggled in Namjoon’s arms and before it could fall to the ground, it leaped into the Princess’ arms.

“Oh!” She hugged the cub to her chest and giggled as it licked at her chin. "Ki jan ou dous, ti bebe a." She cooed at the cub and nuzzled into the fur at the top of its head. Prince Yoongi stepped beside Namjoon and patted his shoulder before he walked over to the Princess’ side.

“I will talk with the head builder and have an outdoor-”

“You will do no such thing!” The Princess hugged the cub closer to her chest and glared at the Prince. “He will stay in my room. There is ample space for him.”

“My gem.” The Prince placed a hand on the Princess’ lower back and kissed her temple. The Princess stared up at him through her lashes and he sighed. “As you wish, Princess.”

She turned her attention to Namjoon who watched them with a fond smile on his face. Princess Keena stepped up to him and rested her forehead against his chest. Namjoon chuckled and wrapped his arms around her lightly.

"Si ou se yon bon moun menm apre lanmò ou renmen tonm."

“What does that mean?” Namjoon questioned as the Princess pulled away and stared up at him. The cub started to purr as she stroked the top of its head and Namjoon watched.

"If you're a good person, even after death your grave is loved."

Namjoon closed his eyes and tears silently streamed down his face. “He was one of the best people…he is very loved, even now.” Namjoon whispered as he thought about the rock and flower grave he made in Jungkook’s honor in the middle of the red spider lilies where his and the tiger’s body were reborn. Namjoon scratched under the cub’s chin and sniffled before he opened his eyes. “What will you name him?”

“I’m sure he will tell me in due time.”

“Tell you?” Namjoon raised an eyebrow and the Princess grinned.

“As the guardian of the forest, you should know that everything in the world has its proper name. Animals are no different and this cub will tell me his, in time.”

Namjoon looked at the cub and he saw that teasing fire behind the multicolored eyes. Namjoon laughed- he knew that look anywhere. “Take good care of him, Princess.”

“You can visit him whenever you would like, Namjoon.”

“We should head inside, Princess,” Aga cut into the conversation as attendants started to mill around the outside. The Princess wasn’t dressed properly and he refused to have anyone stare at her. The Prince removed his outer robe and placed it on top of the Princess, even though she wore a robe already. 

She bowed her head as the Prince tucked her underneath his arm and they headed back to his chambers. Hoseok crossed his arms over his chest as he watched the young royals leave and he sighed.

“Do you get the feeling that she knows?”

Namjoon looked after the Princess and shrugged his shoulders. “The impundulu is old and holds a lot of power. She may only understand birds but animals talk to each other regardless of species. Jungkook’s spirit is a part of the tiger, so I wouldn’t put it past him to show his true self every now and again.”

“What are you going to do about the butterfly house?” Hoseok dared to ask and Namjoon tugged at his ear lobe in thought. 

“Hyunjin is a skilled painter.”

“The carpenter’s son?”

“Mmmhmm. He hides it from his father but I’ve seen his work. I had planned on having him help Jungkook…but I’m sure Hyunjin will be fine on his own.”

“Very well. I support your decision. Let me know if there is anything I can do to help out.”

In the Prince’s chambers, Princess Keena sat on a plush rug while the cub scampered around, sniffing at everything. The Prince disappeared into the bathing water to wash the grime from his body and Aga sat on the settee with his elbows resting on his knees as he watched the cub.

“When will you leave His Highness’ chambers? You cannot stay here forever.”

“I am aware of that Aga, thank you.” The Princess giggled as the cub found the tie of her robe and started to swat at it. She waved it around for him to play with and glanced over her shoulder at Aga who sat with a frown on his face. “I will speak with the builder today and inquire about a bed and playpen for the cub. I would think that such a project would not take too long. I will resume my lessons tomorrow, now that Yoongi is back.”

Aga stared at the Princess as she played with the cub. He had not missed the way she called the Prince by his first name. “And the cub?” Aga inquired, choosing not to comment on the Princess’ familiarity with the Prince.

The Princess thought about what to do with the cub and she grinned. “He will join me!”

Aga grunted and rubbed a hand down his face. "Poukisa ou teste m konsa?"

The Princess’ laughter filled the air and Aga fought the smile that wanted to settle on his lips, “All the best guards are tested daily.”

As the day went on, the Princess spent her hours with the head builder to discuss a proper living habitat for the cub. While the Prince had the time, he sent Hoseok away under the guise of needing something from the Emperor and the stable hands. He had not forgotten what he had worked on before he left to help Namjoon and he wanted to bring his focus back to his surprise. While Hoseok was away, the Prince left a message for him with the guards at his door. He found his way to the butterfly house with no issues. Kai and Wonho bowed low at the sight of him. 

“Where is the kitsune?” Prince Yoongi questioned and Kai informed him that San was stationed at the main entrance of the butterfly house inside. The Prince turned his attention to Wonho, who had yet to speak. “If anyone asks, this one went to relieve himself.” Before Wonho could respond, the Prince grabbed Kai’s arm and pulled him inside of the main gate. He walked briskly to the main entrance of the home and San bowed low.

“The both of you will come with myself and the Princess at sundown in a fortnight.”

“Your Highness-”

“Tell no one and make sure you both fall ill.” Prince Yoongi looked between the two guards. “Do I make myself clear?” His eyes flashed golden and they both nodded. “Splendid. Now, here is a list of items that you need to get before then.” The Prince shoved a folded paper into Kai's hand and took a step back. He smoothed out his robes and looked around.

The green haired guard unfolded the paper and read over it quietly with the kitsune beside him. Kai’s eyes widened and he looked at the Prince. “Y-Your Highness-”

“We’re going over the wall?” San was excited and a little worried. How did the Prince know that they often snuck out before they became the Princess’ guards?

“If there is anything that I missed, do not hesitate to acquire it.” Prince Yoongi pulled a blue, black and gold duru-jumeoni from his robes and handed it to San.

The two guards shared a look before the kitsune spoke up, “Your Highness…if I may?” The Prince nodded his head and San continued. “I may know how to pass through unnoticed but I know nothing of the town.”

“Likewise, Your Highness.”

Prince Yoongi frowned. “Where do you go when you leave the palace walls?” Both San and Kai’s faces heated up at the question and the Prince sighed. “The Vine…” Prince Yoongi was at a loss, he should have known. He remembered visiting the town when he was younger but quite some time had passed since then. He didn’t want to take the Princess out and risk getting lost. If Kai and San could not help him in town then who could?

“I have seen Minho in town,” Kai spoke up and the kitsune nodded his head in agreement.

Minho? The Prince didn’t recall ever hearing that the older man left the palace. 

“I have never seen him in-” San cleared his throat and Prince Yoongi rolled his eyes. “The Vine, but it seems like he knows his way around the town.”

“Three is more than I would like to have,” Prince Yoongi muttered to himself and Kai handed the paper to San.

“I will stay back and make sure that no one suspects a thing while San and Minho act as escorts.”

“Very well.” The Prince nodded his head in agreement. “Have Minho enter the fifth garden, there will be instructions for him to follow. He will know what to look for once he is there.”

“Yes, Your Highness!” The guards both bowed and Prince Yoongi walked away with his head held high. Kai followed behind him, five steps back and the Prince bit his tongue. He was excited for his engagement announcement now, since some time together at the night market would be his gift to the Princess.

As the Prince entered his chambers, he found the Princess on the settee fast asleep with the cub curled into her side. He smiled and dragged the back of his knuckles down the Princess’ cheek before he leaned down and kissed her temple. As he pulled away he noticed that the cub had woken up and watched his every move. Not wanting to have the Princess wake up from her nap, he scooped the cub into his arm and walked over to his desk. He placed the small fur ball on the desk and sat down. “What will she call you, hmm?”

A knock at the door made the Prince frown and the door opened shortly after. A maid entered with a covered tray. When they noticed the Prince, they bowed low and he motioned for them to place the tray on his desk. The maid bowed once more as they set the tray down and hurried out of the room. Prince Yoongi glanced at the Princess’ sleeping form and sighed. It seemed she always requested snacks. He lifted the lid and small butter cookies were stacked neatly on a plate along with two dragon fruit jelly mooncakes and a nice selection of flavored croissants. 

Beside him, the cub whined as it looked at the food and the Prince scratched his nose between his thumb and index finger. He picked up a butter cookie and held it out for the cub. The cub sniffed at the sweet treat and nibbled at it quickly.

“Slow down, little one. You will give yourself a stomach ache,” he warned with a fond smile on his face. The cub gobbled down three more cookies before the Prince covered them back up. “If you eat anymore, you will turn into a cookie and my gem will be very irate with me.”

The cub looked at the Prince with wide, wet eyes and nuzzled into his hand. “Hummm…cookie? That’s not a bad name. What do you think?” The cub was a nice shade of green that reminded the Prince of matcha cookies and it just so happened to be one of Jungkook’s favorite snacks. He picked the cub up and held it up to his face. “Cookie?” The Prince tried the name on the cub and it looked right at him. He smiled and nodded his head. “Very well, from here on out you will be called Cookie.”

When the Princess woke up, it was to voices whispering and when she sat up, the Prince was sitting with a woman that she had never seen before. The woman was older, with a wrinkled face framed in thick, grey ringlet curls. She wore a simple pleated grey skirt with a bright green ruffle blouse tucked in at the waist. The Prince caught the Princess’ eyes and he smiled before he motioned for the woman to pause the conversation.

“My gem, come. Join us.” 

Princess Keena stood from the settee and smoothed down the skirt of her cognac colored boubou before she walked over to the desk. The woman bowed low in her seat and the Princess bowed her head.

“This is Duttu. She has worked with the royal family for generations.”

“It is an honor to work on your request, Your Highness.” 

The Princess was confused. What request had she made? The Prince rested his hand on the back of Princess’ upper thighs as she stood by his side and she noticed that the cub was sound asleep in the Prince’s lap.

“I called for Duttu to design a collar and name plate for your little one.”

“Oh, thank you, Duttu.” Princess Keena bowed her head once more and Duttu smiled as she nodded her head. “But, I have not figured out a name-”

“Ah,” the Prince chimed in as he pointed to the tray on his desk. “It would seem that the cub is quite fond of cookies. He nearly ate them all and would have left only crumbs had I not stopped him.”

The Princess giggled and noticed that the cub had tiny cookie crumbs on his mouth and some had fallen into the Prince’s lap.

“I thought it was only right to name him, Cookie.”

“Cookie?” The Princess repeated the name and the cub in the Prince’s lap peeked its eyes open. “I think that is a very handsome name for such a grand being.”

“Would you like to see the design?” Duttu asked and the Princess shook her head.

“I will leave this matter in your hands, Duttu. I trust His Highness’ judgment.” Princess Keena picked Cookie up from the Prince’s lap  and brushed off the crumbs from his snout. She bit her lip when the Prince squeezed the back of her upper thigh. “I will take Cookie outside for some air. Please, excuse me.” She walked away from the Prince quickly and once outside of the chambers, she smiled at Chan and Jooheon.

“You seem happy, Princess,” Chan raised an eyebrow at the cub in her arms.

“He has a name! Would you like to guess?”

“Matcha?” Jooheon offered and Chan stared at him confused. “What? It’s a ginkgo tiger, he’s green!”

“No, but you are close.”

“Jade?”

The Princess laughed and shook her head. “He wasn’t named for his color.” Chan and Jooheon shrugged their shoulders and the Princess smiled. “Cookie! His name is Cookie.”

“Cookie?”

Jooheon reached out and scratched under Cookie’s chin making the small cub purr in delight.

“It’s a fine name, Princess.”

“Are you going out?” Chan wondered and the Princess nodded her head. “We will escort you.”

She nodded her head and started to walk off. Two guards that the Princess didn’t know took up the post in front of the Prince’s doors and she wondered where they had been before. Once outside, she placed Cookie on the ground and the little cub ran and leaped from place to place as he chased butterflies and got lost in the tall flowers. 

“Chan?”

“Yes, Princess?”

“Where is Aga?”

“He is with Lieutenant Jung at another war council.” 

“And my maids?”

“At the butterfly house preparing for Hyunjin to paint.”

“Hyunjin?”

“Yes, Princess. He is the royal carpenter’s eldest son.” 

Princess Keena nodded her head and squatted down as Cookie ran back to her. The little cub climbed into her arms and she stood up right with a smile on her face. 

“I want to show Cookie my garden. I think he will like the flowers.”

Chan and Jooheon followed the Princess to the seventh garden and they stood guard while the Princess sat underneath one of the blackthorn trees and Cookie ran around. It was a peaceful lull in their busy day of training and standing guard. It was a break that they always enjoyed when in charge of the Princess’ wellbeing, and with Cookie now by her side, the two of them were sure that their days as the Princess’ guards would become filled with a lot more excitement.  

In the morning, it was announced that Lady Zarrin was out for the time being due to a sudden emergency that needed to be handled. With that news, the Princess’ lessons were put on hold for the day. The lessons were to be taken over by another tutor and the Princess was curious as to who would stand in Lady Zarrin’s place. 

The lesson schedule was altered since the new instructor was a teacher for younger noble women and the school was unable to find a suitable replacement. The Empress understood and the other tutors were flexible with their time. The schedule for the following month was to be followed in order: species studies with Kenigo, language arts with Wen and civics with Saina before the Princess had her lunch with the Prince. Afterwards, the lessons would resume with history taught by Tempus, etiquette with the new tutor and the day would end with Kwangseon and Ellarian who taught music and dance.

The morning of the lessons, the Princess was dressed in a kaba for the day, which was made of an orange blouse with a carmen neckline that hung slightly off the shoulders. The blouse was patterned with pale yellow and green diamond shapes with two-inch white lace that hung from the bottom of the blouse. A matching mermaid skirt that had four inch slits up the side with white lace stitched inside completed the outfit. The Princess didn’t want her hair styled much today, so Hyejin kept it simple as she pulled the Princess’ braids back into a large bun that sat at the base of her neck and attached diamond encrusted gold clips to the braids that were spaced out neatly and evenly.

The lesson room was filled with fresh flowers from the garden and Cookie napped on a blue cushion in the warmth of a sun spot on the floor. The Princess waited for Kenigo, the naga, to enter the room. Kenigo was from a smaller tribe that sat on the border of two neighboring towns and he was a proud creature. The naga were known for their strength and quick reflexes as well as their ever present snake bodies.

Kenigo was not like most of his kind from what he had told the Princess. He was soft spoken and had the kindest yellow eyes with rounded pupils instead of slits with thick black and blocky eyebrows. Red scales under his eyes and on his cheek bones framed his face along with his short wavy black hair that always seemed to be in his eyes. 

Kenigo had four black antennae with teal tips at the back of his head, that laid down but rose when angered or threatened. He was over six feet in length. From the top of his head to the tip of his tail, he was ten feet long. He had wide upper shoulders, four muscular arms (two came out on either side of his ribs) and a red underbelly that complemented his black and teal tail that had red scales going down its length in large circles. Kenigo’s lower body was beautiful in the Princess’ eyes. She liked that when Kenigo wore his open kimono, she could see the black and teal scales that went along the side of his ribs; plus his abs were hard to ignore. 

The Princess had thought that Kenigo would be strict and stern but he was easy going and answered all her questions without any trace of judgment. The door of the room slid open and Kenigo slithered into the room with a smile on his face. He bowed and Princess Keena bowed her head in greeting.

“Good morning, Princess.”

“Good morning, Kenigo.”

“I have spoken with Wen and we would like to have our lesson together today, outside.” 

Kenigo’s black and grey kimono swished around as he motioned to the door and the Princess rose to her feet. The weather was inviting enough and she had been itching to spend the day outdoors. “Since Wen is an Oni and we are discussing the demon species, he offered to give a more personal insist on the topic.”

“That is very kind of him. I wish not to keep Wen waiting much longer…will you both be okay if Cookie joins us?” The Princess motioned towards the sleeping tiger cub and Kenigo’s laugh was soft as he nodded his head. She lifted the cub carefully into her arms and kissed the top of his head before she followed Jooheon out the room with Kenigo behind her.

The three stepped outside and Kenigo kept to the Princess’ side as they made their way to where Wen was waiting in the bamboo rock garden that was a mid way point between the butterfly house and the palace. Wen was dressed in his usually flamboyant and colorful hanfu. Bright greens, red and pinks made the Princess smile because Wen resembled a rose bush. Kenigo lowered himself closer to the ground which made his normally eight foot height drop to seven and again the Princess smiled.

She watched how Wen’s hazy orange-red eyes brightened at the sight of Kenigo and he tucked his hair behind his ear before he took a step closer. Kenigo was no better in the Princess’ eyes as the half serpent inched his way in front of Wen and lowered himself to the ground even farther so that he was only about half a foot taller. 

“These colors suit you, Wen.”

Wen’s eyes darted to the Princess and he was quick to bow before he offered a smile. “Princess, Good morning. Oh! We have a new guest with us today?”

“Good morning, Wen, this is Cookie!” The Princess handed the sleeping cub to Jooheon and turned her attention back to the Oni. “I didn’t know you and Kenigo were close.”

Kenigo crossed his lower arms across his chest while one of his upper arms scratched the back of his neck, “We’re not t-that close,” Kenigo stumbled over his words and Wen just smiled.

“Shall we get started on today's lesson, Princess?” Wen moved the conversation to a more important topic and the Princess let it go.

The Princess’ lessons moved quickly one by one and soon it was time for lunch. Jooheon led the Princess to the seventh garden with Cookie, where she had started to have lunch with the Prince daily. Today was no different, however. The Prince was dressed in a black cross collared robe that had gold beadwork stitched along the thick collar. A black leather belt was wrapped around his waist with gold buckles and he wore a black silk robe over top with wide sleeves that had a gold dragon on the ends of the sleeves with red ink clouds. His hair was pulled away from his face in a half updo that had the top half twisted into a single neat braid with a golden clip attached to the end.

He stood upon the Princess’ arrival and watched as Jooheon pulled the seat closest to him away from the table. Once the Princess was seated, Prince Yoongi dismissed Jooheon along with ordering him to take Cookie away and sat in his seat with a smile on his face. 

The table was filled with seafood today, since at their last meal the Princess had expressed how she missed the fresh fish from her homeland. Garlic lemon shrimp with broccoli, blackened salmon with avocado salsa and a spinach salad topped with fresh strawberries, raspberries and  blueberries, feta cheese crumbles and a sweet poppy seed dressing acted as the main course. To round out the meal, medium rare steak bites with roasted potatoes and baby carrots were on the side in case the Prince wasn’t satisfied with the seafood. 

“I hope you enjoy today’s meal. I spoke with Aga to find out a few of your favorite dishes.”

The smile on the Princess’ face was worth it. Before she could decide what to start with, the Prince grabbed her empty plate and put an equal amount of the salmon and shrimp in the center before he filled the sides with broccoli and salad. The plate was set before her and she watched as the Prince zoned in on the steak and potatoes. Other dishes such as rice, enoki mushrooms with garlic and scallion sauce, beef noodle soup and jukkumi bokkeum were within the Princess’ sight and her eyes flashed silver. The Princess wanted the stir fried octopus more than anything on a bed of rice with the enoki mushrooms on the side.

The plate before her was removed and replaced with the jukkumi bokkeum. She looked over and saw that the Prince had her original plate in front of him and he was already digging into the salmon. Princess Keena picked up her chopsticks and carefully pinched a piece of steak between them before she held her hand out to the blonde beside her. The Prince said nothing as his face heated and he took the offered food. He chewed slowly, savoring the flavor of the meat that was suddenly doused in deep affection from the Princess. As he swallowed, he licked his lips and smiled as the warmth in his stomach slowly spread towards his heart.

“Gamsahabnida.”

“Cheonman-eyo." 

The Princess responded, knowing that the Prince had thanked her in old Laibic language. Prince Yoongi’s eyes widened slightly. He knew that the Princess was learning proper Laibic, but he hadn’t thought Wen would teach her the old language as well. He was impressed and proud of her.

“Are you enjoying your lessons today?”

“I always enjoy my lessons.”

The Prince rolled his eyes and the Princess narrowed hers as she popped an octopus into her mouth.

“Mother tells me you will have a new tutor for etiquette. Are you excited?”

Princess Keena shook her head softly. “I fear that Lady Zarrin went easy on me. I have heard that the new tutor is older.”

Prince Yoongi huffed, “I doubt Lady Zarrin went easy on you. She points out mistakes and works with you to correct them. There is no need to berate or belittle someone if they make a mistake. As a royal, it is our duty to move with grace and show no flaws before the people that we lead.” The Prince took a sip of his wine and cleared his throat lightly. “However, the only thing that separates us from the masses is the title our blood grants us. Outside of that, we are the same and we make mistakes.”

“You are full of wisdom today, my Prince.”

A smile tugged at the Prince’s lips and his gaze dropped down to the plate in front of him. He picked at the shrimp and lifted one to his mouth before he glanced at the Princess beside him. “I do share the soul of a very, very old dragon.”

The Princess giggled and nodded in agreement. “Should I give thanks to him?” 

The Princess’ words were teasing but Agust stirred deep within the Prince’s being. His eyes melted into golden orbs and Yoongi clicked his tongue.

“Be careful Treasure…”

The words were low and rumbled like a storm at sea, it made goosebumps cover the Princess’ skin and hair rise on her arms. A warning within such a jest was a warning still and the Princess took a slow sip of water from her cup. 

“My thanks would have you-”

“The food is going to waste,” the Princess had interrupted Agust’s words and the blond beside her narrowed his eyes. “Have some, steak. You seemed to like that just fine.” Again, she pinched a piece with her chopsticks and held her hand outward towards the man who had started to lose the battle with his dragon inside. “Come now my Prince, it’s getting cold.”

Golden eyes glanced down at the meat and when he licked his lips, the Princess noticed that the tip of his tongue had become a deep indigo color. The man before her wasn’t just the Prince but Agust and she knew to take the warnings that surrounded him seriously even if he acted softer in her presence. 

“Ahhhh.” She smiled and twisted her wrist around, the steak at the end of her chopsticks moved this way and that.

A plume of smoke fell from Agust’s nose as he huffed and he was quick to snap his teeth around the end of the chopsticks and close his lips. Golden eyes locked with brown and as he pulled back, his tongue flicked the ends of the chopsticks. He sat back in his seat, crossed his arms over his chest and chewed silently. Slowly, gold gave way to inky black and the Prince was once again before the Princess.

“Did he cause distress?”

The Princess shook her head and smiled once again. “It seems he was more interested in me than the meal.” 

The rest of the lunch went by without further incident and the two royals walked back to the butterfly house, arm in arm while Cookie darted around their feet. At the gate, Chan and Minho both bowed before the royals and opened the doors. Cookie scampered off ahead and as the Princess had started to walk away, the blond reached out and grabbed her wrist. His hand fell to her palm and their fingers laced together. The Princess turned to face him and smiled as she squeezed his hand lightly.

“Don’t fret, Princess. Have faith in your abilities and everything will go smoothly.”

“Was that your dragon or-”

Prince Yoongi growled and pulled the Princess into his arms, their entwined fingers pressed between their chests. “You enjoy stoking the flames, Princess?”

She stared at the man before her, wide eyed and quiet before she tilted her face upwards and pressed her lips to the underside of his jaw. Black scales, firm and slightly cool, caught the warmth that seeped from her lips. Before the Prince could respond, the Princess pulled away, slipping through his fingers like sand and disappeared behind her gates like smoke in the wind. He stood outside of the butterfly house, frozen. Jooheon cleared his throat from behind the Prince and that pulled him back to Earth.

“K-Keep up the good work,” Prince Yoongi grumbled and walked off in the direction of the palace. He had a meeting with Duttu about Cookie’s collar and he planned to surprise the Princess with the finished product.

In the late night when the moon was at its highest and smothered by clouds, two figures cloaked in darkness sat in the farthest corner of the Marmota tavern. It was a hole in the wall, filled with unknown patrons that made deals with devils and sold their souls for a moment of happiness at the expense of someone else’s life. Smoke hung in the air like a veil while drinks slushed and spilled onto the floors from careless cheers and fists slammed against table tops.

A barmaid carried over to pints of eastern blaze mead and set them on the table as she smiled at the two cloaked figures. The taller of the two nodded his head and the barmaid dashed off to deal with another table.

“W-Why did you ask me to come here?”

“You chose to come here.”

“There was a note folded in with my belongings with no signature…”

The man grabbed his cup and raised it to his mouth before he took a long sip and set it down. “You were wrongfully dismissed. Banished from the palace for what? Trying to save that woman’s reputation.”

The woman across the table pulled the hood of her cloak down. Brown eyes were bloodshot, dark bags sat under eyes and a deep frown rested on her face. Thick white bandages were wrapped around her throat and tightened as she talked. “I did everything Her Majesty asked of me and she threw me aside like common waste!”

“You served Her Majesty well.”

“It’s the Prince’s fault! He…he’s a monster!” The woman touched her neck tenderly and flinched as she remembered the way the Prince’s nails dug into her skin.

“And that is the future ruler of the Empire, how horrid.” 

The man pulled a small scroll of paper from his robes and slid it to the middle of the table. The woman looked at the scroll and reached out, her fingers touched the man’s and she gulped. As the man pulled his hand away, the woman wrapped her fingers around the scroll and tucked it into her own robes. 

“What is this?”

“The young Prince wishes to sneak out of the palace to the night market…do what you will with that information.” He downed the rest of his drink and stood. “The future of the empire is in your hands…Yongsun.”

Before the man could walk away, Yongsun grabbed his robes. “Who are you? Why are you helping me?” She tried to see under the hood of the man’s cloak but all she saw was the start of a mask that covered the man’s nose and upper face.

“I am no one. Just following orders.” As he spoke, the man pushed Yongsun’s hands off his robes and disappeared from sight.

#yoongi smut #yoongi fic #dragon yoongi #yoongi x oc #bts fantasy au #bts soulmate au #daechwita yoongi #blackthorn ch 12

[madamealtruist]

The cast for my Mortal Kombat high school AU, Mortal Kombat: Skool Days! The artwork for this series will be handled by my amazing friend @laismoura-art, so thank you so much! This project has been a long time coming, so I hope you all enjoy!

STUDENTS FROM EARTHREALM (1ST YEAR)

Xiuying Oniro/Frost, younger cousin of the Oniro Brothers and novice cryomancer (ice). Would never admit it, but she has a huge crush on Cassie.

Cassie Cage, younger sister of Johnny Cage and huge smartass. Social media addict.

Jacqui Briggs, younger sister of Jax and tough as nails techie. Has a dorky crush on Takeda.

Takeda Takahashi, strained younger half-brother of Kenshi and Hanzo’s best friend. Is completely oblivious of Jacqui’s crush on him.

Hanzo Hasashi, “apprentice” of Kuai Liang and unpredictable umbramancer (shadows). For reasons he doesn’t want to explain, he doesn’t trust Bi-Han.

Kung Jin, younger cousin of Kung Lao and talented archer. Openly gay, but doesn’t let the haters drag him down.

STUDENTS FROM EARTHREALM (2ND YEAR)

Tomas Oniro/Smoke, adopted brother of Bi-Han and Kuai Liang and incredibly sneaky typhomancer (smoke, mist and vapors). HUGE dork.

Raiden Watanabe, humble optimist and focused electromancer (lightning). Liu Kang’s teaching assistant.

Fujin Watanabe, Raiden’s twin sister and unpredictable aeromancer (wind). Easily embarrassed by Kung Lao, who she has a dorky crush on.

Kung Lao, eagle-eyed dreamer and owner of a razor-rimmed hat. Too cocky for his own good.

Kurtis Stryker, son of an Earthrealm police chief and loyal friend. Hopes to one day join the police force.

Jaime Kabal, former Black Dragon lackey and speedy smartass. Has a specialized mask and apparatus as an asthma inhaler (he thinks it’s cool).

Erron Black, mysterious loner and owner of the “Big Boot” fighting style. Held back at least twice.

STUDENTS FROM EARTHREALM (3RD YEAR)

Kuai Liang Oniro/Scorpion, second son of the Lin Kuei’s Grandmaster and skilled pyromancer (fire). Has ways of making you get over here.

Bi-Han Oniro/Sub-Zero, first son of the Lin Kuei’s Grandmaster and master cryomancer (ice). Bit too ambitious.

Harumi Shirai, Earthrealm’s first Umgadi student and owner of a supernatural garden. Part of a polycule with Hanzo and Kuai Liang.

Johnny Cage, former child actor and social media star. Ladies man waiting for the perfect girl to fall for him.

Sonya Blade, daughter of a Special Forces commander and Johnny’s crush. Has a strong hatred for Kano and ALWAYS suspects he’s onto something.

Jax Briggs, Sonya’s best friend and moral support. Incredibly defensive and loyal.

Kenshi Takahashi, rebellious son of a Yakuza leader and a blind swordsman. Owner of a magic sword that helps him see.

Sullivan Kano, leader of the Black Dragon and Sonya’s number one target. Particularly repulsive.

Sektor Zheng/Nine-Tee-Nine, son of the Lin Kuei’s Master Armorer and owner of an incredibly strong robotic suit. Hopes to take over the Lin Kuei.

Cyrax Braam/Four-Dee-Four, daughter of a Lin Kuei enforcer and owner of an incredibly fast robotic suit. Weary of her best friend’s actions.

STUDENTS FROM OTHER REALMS (1ST YEAR)

Reiko, adopted son of Shao and newcomer to the sports team, the Wu Shi Tigers. Massive superiority complex.

Aylkra/Skarlet, adopted daughter of Shao and horrific gothic blood mage. Has been known to terrify most newcomers with a single glance.

Dairou/Havik, Seidan cleric and known anarchy fueled troublemaker. Despite his appearance, he’s not completely evil.

STUDENTS FROM OTHER REALMS (2ND YEAR)

Zeffeero/Rain, Mileena and Kitana’s cousin (on Sindel’s side) and talented hydromancer (water). Gifted mage and will not let ANYONE forget it.

Nitara, Vaeternian femme fatale and has a particularly loud shriek. Beyond bitchy.

Ashrah, older sister of Sareena and repentant demon. In a loving relationship with Syzoth.

Sareena, younger sister of Ashrah and a demon attempting to repent. Has an obsessive crush on Bi-Han.

STUDENTS FROM OTHER REALMS (3RD YEAR)

Mileena, older twin of Kitana and heir to Outworld’s throne. Has to take medicine to control her Stage One Tarkat, or risk going feral.

Kitana, younger twin of Mileena and heir to Outworld’s army. Is aware of Raiden’s crush on her, but is waiting for him to act.

Syzoth/Reptile, Zaterran loner and excellent observer. Uses invisibility to avoid bullies.

Goro, Shokan prince and captain of the Wu Shi Tigers. The kind of jock you want to be friends with.

Jade, Umgadi student and best friend of Kitana. Hides her depression behind cheerful optimism.

Tanya, Umgadi student and lover of Mileena. Carries some of Mileena’s Tarkat meds with her at all times, just in case.

Baraka, Daybreaker student and has Stage Two Tarkat. Loyal till the end to those he trusts.

FACULTY

Sindel, current Empress of Outworld and caring to all those under her care. Headmistress.

Liu Kang, fire demigod and infectiously optimistic. New history teacher.

Shao Kahn, general of Outworld’s armies and plays favorites. Gym teacher.

Shang Tsung, pretty shady alchemist and skilled sorcerer. Science teacher.

Quan Chi, mysterious former mortician and Eldritch sorcerer. Science teacher.

Li Mei, Sun Do’s guardian and former leader of the Imperial Police. School resource officer.

Sheeva, Shokan queen and proud soldier. Gym teacher.

Madame Bo, kind old soul with a feisty attitude. Owns the Teahouse on campus.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 (2023) #mortal kombat skool days #high school au #fanfiction #why am i so fucking weird #on second thought don't answer that #subscorprumi

[greekstar]

Warrior cat name Ideas Prefixes - A-Z A Acorn Adder Amber Ant Apple Arch Arrow Aspen Ash Asher Alder Amber B Badger Bark Beech Bellow Birch Berry Bird Black Blizzard Brave Breeze Bright Brown Bell Bug Beetle Bluebell Blue Bounce Brindle Brush Bush Buzzard Buzz Bee Bumble Bass Basil Bubble Brine Beaver Bison (I feel like this only goes good with ‘horn’ or Bisonpelt/fur.) Bat Bone Butterfly Burdock Broken Bramble Bracken Bay Brisk Blossom Briar Boil Branch Bud C Cloud Cloudy Crystal Cold Cricket Cliff Cardinal Crying Cougar Coyote Cobweb Chick Cow Cave Cheetah Carrot Coral Cactus Claw Cedar Cherry Cinder Clover Copper Creek Crooked Crouch Crow D Dew Dewy Duck Dusty Dust Dune Down Dagger Dodge Dolphin Daisy Doe Dapple Dappled Dark Dawn Dead Dove Drift Dusk E Eagle Ebony Echo Egg Eel Ember F Fallen Fallow Fawn Feather Fennel Fern Ferret Finch Fire Flame Fleet Flint Flower Flow Fly Fox Freckle Frog Frost Furze Fuzzy Foal Falling Fall G Gale Gust Golden Gold Goose Gorse Gorge Grass Gray Green Grass Goldfish Guppy Ghost H Hail Half Hare Hawk Hay Hoot Hazel Heather Heavy Hollow Holly Honey Honeycomb Hummingbird Horse Happy Hornet Hound Heron I Ice Ivy J Jagged Jay Joy Jaguar Jackdaw Jump Juniper K Kestrel Kink Koi L Lake Larch Leaf Lark Leopard Lichen Lightning Lily Lion Little Lizard Log Long Lost Loud Low Lynx M Maggot Mallow Maple Marsh Meadow Milk Minnow Mint Mist Misty Mole Moon Morning Moss Mossy Moth Mottle Mouse Mouth Mud Mumble Mink Muddy Moonlight Mountain Mushroom Monkey N Nettle Needle Nut Newt Night Nimble O Oak Oat Odd Olive One Otter Owl Orange Ocean Orca Opal P Pale Perch Pool Pike Peak Prickle Pounce Pine Petal Petal Pebble Pear Patch Pirate(kittypet or loner) Polar Peach Panda Pond Pigeon Plum Q Quail Quick R Rabbit Rain Ragged Rat Rattle Root Raspberry Reed Red Robin Rock Rose Rowan Rubble Running Rushing Rush Russet Rust Rye Raven Raccoon Rustle Rattlesnake Ravine Rapid S Sage Short Sheep Sedge Shrew Slate Slow Snail Sneeze Sorrel Soot Spider Spruce Sun Sunny Swallow Shallow Shade Sharp Scorch Sand Sandy Sky Silver Smoke Snake Soft Snow Sparrow Speckle Splash Spotted Squirrel Stalking Stalk Stalker Starling Stone Storm Stumpy Stump Sweet Swift Shred Sloe Shell Seed Shimmer Shimmering Skunk Spirit Squid Shy Sound Summer Sapphire Spiraling Spiral Shark Saturn T Tall Talon Tooth Timber Tiger Twig Tumble Thorn Thistle Thrush Tawny Tangle Ting Trout Torn Toad Tiny V Vine Vixen Void Vole W Wasp Weasel Web Weed Wet Whisker White Whale Wild Willow Wind Wolf Winter Wisteria Whisper Whispering Water Wave Waver Whisper Watermelon Whistle Wood Y Yellow

Yew

Yarrow- suggested

You guys DONT WANNA KNOW how LONG this took. I’m crying. And I might’ve missed some so feel free to send me messages in chat to request me editing it and putting it in some (not like messaging but the. Chat in this post lol.)

@cryptidclaw I also did this for our Au to help us with renaming.

I will get to suffixes soon I promise.

#Greekstar’s Suffixes/Prefixes #name ideas #Prefixes #suffixes #Just some name suggestions.

[janadog]

could u draw nightkit and mistkit if tigerkit was the one who died and they both grow up and play that villian role that tiger did? I just imagine them as the creepy ass twins and its so funny lmao

I call this “night in the mist” au! (Thank you for the request!)

I’ll explain the story under the cut! Redtail,Dustpelt,and Brindleface designs are by @cat-cemetery @cryptidclaw and @voiddesigns-wc

Leopardfoot has her kits as normal,but sadly one by the name of Tigerkit dies.His sisters Mistkit and Nightkit are determined to become great warriors of Thuderclan in his honor.Moons and moons later they get their warrior names Nightshade,and Mistheart,but they also get new apprentices Ravenpaw and Dustpaw! The sisters believe they are chosen to lead thuderclan one day but some think otherwise.During the battle for sunningrocks Nightshade seizes to secure her chance and kills redtail,but she doesn’t know someone else saw her. Nightshade and Mistheart eventually find out that ravenpaw knows what she did,but they decide to spare him in exchange for promising not to tell anyone. Ravenpaw decides to become a medicine cat instead of a warrior (he receives his name Ravenflight).During all of this a kittypet named Rusty joins the clan. (All stays the name for him except that Longtail trains him,not Bluestar.) Nightshde and Mistheart team up and mange to kill bluestar,but Longtail and Fireheart kick them out of thuderclan. That’s when they join shadowclan and Nightshade becomes Nightstar. Then they advance their plans by Mistheart luring dogs near the camp and killing brindleface. Soon shadowclan teams up with bloodclan to defeat thuderclan once and for all. But Scourge decides he doesn’t want to fight now and in lack of patience ,Nightstar attacks scourge and dies the same way Tigerstar would have.Mistheart runs away as the clans engage in battle and becomes a kittypet. Eventually she meets a kittypet named Sasha and tells her about her life. This sparks Sasha’s interest and one day she decides to go find the clan for herself.

Hope you enjoyed reading this!

#jdog’s art #warrior cats art #warrior cats #wc #jdog’s warrior cat designs #night in the mist au #longtail’s apprentice au #nightkit #mistkit #leopardfoot #tigerstar 1 #tigerkit #ravenpaw #dustpelt #bluestar #brindleface #redtail #dogs #sasha wc #sasha #scourge #scourge wc

[zexalmonth]

The prompts aren’t late, time is moving imperceptibly faster.

On August 1st to the 31st we’ll be welcoming in to our 6th Zexal Month! Under the cut is the new set of prompts, based on the Four Seasons. This year, Mod Iris has cleverly made the alternative prompts as the titles for each prompt. So, for example, if you aren’t vibing with Day 12′s prompt, you may do a prompt based on the word ‘Mixtape’, even if you don’t follow the question/prompt attached to Day 11. Keep an eye on this blog and the #zexal month 2022 tag for the event!  

Week 1: Beginning with Spring!

1st: Seeds (The beginning)

Looks like Kotori is planting a garden! 

Who are you and what seeds will you bring to help her out?

2nd: Sprouts

As per Takashi’s calculations, the sprouts have emerged just in time! Gotta love a student who applies his knowledge. 

Who is your favourite character and what makes you like them?

3rd: Buds

Alit and Gilag’s Tiger Lilies and Spider Lillies miraculously budded together. It’s like they’re best friends just like their planters. 

What are your favourite friendships? 

4th: Flowers

Astral loves the flowers. Even though they bloom and scatter in a short amount of time, the memory remains long in the envoy’s mind. 

What are some of your favourite memories and scenes from Zexal? 

5th: Fruits

Tokunosuke is stuffing his face full of cherries and praying his neighbours don’t find out. Unfortunately, they do and he learns a lesson in communication. And the consequences of stealing. 

What lessons has Zexal taught you? Alternatively, what consequences do you wish some characters faced up to?

Week 2: Diving into Summer!

8th: Sunshine

After much cajoling from his brothers, Christopher finally got out of the house and went to the beach. It’s not bad, he supposes. It’s pleasantly warm, even. (If only he didn’t get so easily sunburned). 

What parts from Zexal warmed you up? Create something heartwarming.

9th: Sea

Ryouga likes to visit the sea to gather his thoughts and relax. The locks at low tide are an added bonus. It’s nice… until IV and his alarmingly sunburned brother show up. 

Zexal characters going on vacation. Where are they going and what would they pack?

10th: Barbecues

Uh-oh! Looks like Gauche messed up all the patties at the BBQ he was so excited to have. Luckily his friends brought their own things! 

Show us something involved with recipes or food!

11th: Mixtape

Unfortunately, Vector is going through a Soundcloud rapper phase. (He says he’s special because he mixes it with 2000s Punk and alt). 

What’s your fave Zexal Soundtrack and why? Produce something while listening to it if you can!

12th: Summer Reading

Durbe loves borrowing books from the library and then reading them under the summer sun so much that he usually falls asleep reading. 

What’s a book that reminds you of a Zexal character? Alternatively, combine books you’ve read/are reading with Zexal (Isn’t a certain vampire popular at the moment?)

Week 3: Falling into Autumn

15th: Sweater Weather

Rio loves to curl up with her favourite movie playing in the bg and a cup of coffee in her hands. She’s got a keen eye for fashion and loves to wear her sweaters inside the Barian mansion. 

What’s the ideal watching environment for you? What episode would you rewatch?

16th: Falling Leaves 

Walking through Heartland’s parks during the fall is a lovely sight. Tetsuo thinks maybe he could enter his school’s photography contest this year. Hayami Shuta’s been #1 for 5 years straight but the imagery here might give him a run for his money.

Talk/show us some of your favourite/cool places/scenes in Zexal!

17th: Back to School

After a long summer break, Yuma is late for school again! Scrambling out of bed, he dreads the long lessons but looks forward to meeting his friends again!

What kind of student do you think your favourite character is/was? Is it time for a Middle/Highschool/University AU? 

18th: Pumpkin Spice

Black Mist never got the hype over pumpkin spice until he stole a prep’s body and tried some. Now it’s all he drinks and he thinks he’s starting to turn orange. 

Give your favourite a pumpkin spice… thing. What happens? Does anyone die?

19th: Trick or Treat

It’s Thomas’ favourite holiday and he doesn’t care Heartland City doesn’t officially recognise it. He’s going to be the COOLEST Destiny Leo anyone has ever seen. It’s going to be a sight for his fans. 

Redesign your favourite Zexal character! Alternatively, give a Zexal character a cool outfit/costume. (Or… are they the costume?! Cosplayers, if you’re waiting for a sign, this prompt is especially for you).

Week 4: Winter

22nd: Snow

It’s Anna’s first snow in Heartland and it’s colder than she expected. Maybe she will have to buy that coat and apologise to Kotori for calling her weakling. 

It’s unexpected friendship/shipping day!

23rd: Holidays

During winter break, Kaito and Haruto like to go out to the countryside villa and watch as the snow slowly falls. Alone in the snow, the two brothers realize that home is wherever your family is. Even if your family includes a robot nanny.

What holidays do you think the characters in Zexal celebrate?

24th: Cold

“Achoo!” Every winter, Micheal catches a cold and ends up having the entire Arclight household fussing over him as if he were a young child. He likes the attention, he supposes, but did the medicine have to taste so bad? They’re living in the future for crying out loud! At least he has time to organise the things in his room…

What does your fave’s bedroom look like? Design a room for them if you can. Also, we apologise to every artist in advance for asking them to draw backgrounds today.

25th: Moon in the river, plum wine in my hand, I weep for the stars

Thus goes a poem from Mizael’s diary. He only shares his poems with very close friends, which is a pity because they’re all wonderful. 

Write a Zexal poem/ode/limerick/haiku or whatever your heart desires.  

26th: Do you want to build a snowman? 

No! Not like that! Vector’s entry for Heartland’s snowman building contest is…concerning to say the least. There’s no more red food coloring in the pantry is all I can say. 

It’s a snow day! How does your character spend it? Or, how does your favorite character build a snowman?

Week 5: New Years

29th: New Years

The Tsukumos walk to the shrine. It’s almost midnight, you see, and they’re going to ring in like the new year like they always have. After reminiscing on all the fun times they had throughout the year, ending it surrounded by their loved ones, it’s a perfect conclusion. 

Goodbyes and Zexal fandom love letters. Share your open letters to the Zexal fandom in general!

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As usual, feel free to do whichever prompts you like. These prompts are a guideline, rather than a hard rule, and you can make art, write fanfiction, make amvs/animatics or just talk about it! Just do what you can manage! No need to do all of them if you don’t want to.

Sorry again for the late prompt list. Mod Iris got into their dream uni and I’m nearing the due date for my PhD thesis! Rest assured, Zexal Month 2022 will run smoothly in August!

See you all then! Please share this around and spread the Zexal love!

#Zexal #zexal month #yugioh zexal #Yu-Gi-Oh Zexal #zexal month 2022 #zexalmonth #zexalmonth2022

[yarrayora]

WIP TITLES GAME

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs ←the last part is the devil talking do not do that

i have fanfics, fancomics, and originals

Fanfiction:

Happiness in a Box

BSDxOuran

BSDxConan

Tiger in the Mist

dazatsu hospital fuck with touch starved dazai

Here's How AkuAtsu Is Achievable

Ryuji ACTUALLY gets dicked

tachiatsu smut

A Trickle of Blood

alicein mikuni's inconvenient first crush

tsurumahi pet play

A Sakura Blossom Sprouted From The Judas Tree

Sessrúmnir

A Life After The War

Corruption of Childhood Garment Kink

flynn asked nanashi to protect kiccigiorgi and you wont believe what happen next

kenji is from the boonies

New DLC: Corpse Groom

Overlord's Second in Command

the terrible slice of life high school au of psychological drama and tragedy

Fanart:

meeting ryoheis fiance

polycule propaganda

death in venice

Originals:

The Necromancer's Traveling Morgue

Chosen Ones Anonymous

trans prince

The Princess' Rogue

#yarra speaks

[vergilberg]

i'm not in yakuza mode right now, which is unfortunate bc i love Happier Than Ever'verse! so have some fuckin . snippets or something 😭 im literally only capable of writing dialogue for this AU

[id: Haruka — “I buried you! I buried you, and I thought you were dead, and for the longest time I thought you were never going to come back and right when I started accepting that, you did. I just — I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep seeing you leave and come back like it’s nothing, because it is something - to us, to me. You’re here but, to me, your feet are still in the grave. And you — you won’t let us pull you out of it.” /end id]

-

[id: 1969 is not the year of the tiger, but it is the year that Shintaro Kazama meets Futoshi Shimano /end id]

-

[id:

“It’ll be less if we leave now and if the police aren’t looking!” Sohei laughs, “you know how I drive.”

What was it Sohei used to say? He drives like how he fucks: hard and fast? Ugh. Shintaro was going to die.

/end id]

-

[id: If Kazama, Nishiki, and Yumi are dead, then Kiryu is a ghost - lingering too long around their graves, in the early morning mist and the light smoke from the burning incense. In a more literal sense, it’d be easy to mistake Kiryu for some kind of spirit, with his longer, greying hair, and tired eyes - not to mention the fact that, legally, he is supposed to be dead. /end id]

-

[id:

Shimano — “Look at this place. What the hell are you doing Kazama?”

Kazama — “You won’t — you won’t understand anything even if I told you.”

Shimano — “Really? Try me. Explain.”

Kazama — “An orphanage —“

Shimano — “Yeah, I know—“

Kazma — “For - for the children of … of those I’d killed. I … figured I’d save them. Give them a chance at life, and, you know, I could try to be—“

Shimano — “Try to be what? A good person?”

Kazama — “I … yes. Yes. To be a good person.”

Shimano — “Hah. That’s fucking funny. You think just … taking them in is gonna erase the fact that ya killed their parents in the first place? Ya think you can just…. atone fer yer sins by helpin’ the people ya hurt?”

Kazama – “What did you want me to do?! Abandon them?! Leave them to the wolves?! Is that what you wanted from me?!”

Shimano – “Nah… that’s not it. What I wanted was fer ya to own up to your shit, Shintaro. Ya think yer doin’ good, do ya? Ya think yer a good person, doin’ all o’ this?! Well, yer wrong.”

Kazama – “At least I’m better than you are. You probably would’ve killed them too.”

Shimano – “Nah, this isn’t about me. Now – are ya? Are ya really better than me? At least I have the fuckin’ balls to own up to the horrible shit I’ve done fer the clan. You – yer tryin’ to be noble to cover up the fact that yer a goddamn murderer. Bein’ noble doesn’t mean shit if ya ain’t got anything to back it up, and ya sure as hell don’t. Not with how ya keep yer hits all hush-hush nowadays.”

Kazama – “What are you trying to say then? That you’re the good person between us? That you’re noble? Don’t make me laugh. You – you revel in the blood, the violence, the death that we live in. You’re a fucking monster.”

Shimano – “Yeah? Well, yer not a good person either, Shintaro. I dunno how ya got it into yer head that ya were, but yer fuckin not. Yer a yakuza – we are yakuza – but yer hands…. they’re bloodier than most. How many people have ya killed? And how many o’ those kids of yer’s aren’t gonna know their parents ‘cause of you? Some o’ them? All o’ them? There ain’t a difference - not in the world we live in. Spilt blood is spilt blood, all th’ same. Ya have the damn gall – the nerve – to say I’m a monster? I have some fuckin’ news for you then. Yer a monster too, and I ain’t gonna let ya forget it.”

/end id]

-

[id:

Majima — “What’s worse, d’you think?”

Saejima — “Hm?”

Majima — “What’s worse? Th’ fact that he keeps leaving or… the fact he keeps coming back?”

Saejima — “Hm. Yer accent’s slippin’.”

Majima — “My — for god’s sakes, just answer the damn question.”

Saejima — “Sometimes people jus’ come an’ go like that, Majima.”

Majima — “And him? You call that just ‘coming and going?’”

/end id]

#yakuza #rgg #yakuza fanfiction #haruka sawamura #shintaro kazama #futoshi shimano #kiryu kazuma #goro majima #taiga saejima #kazuma kiryu #majima goro #saejima taiga #shimano futoshi #kazama shintaro #happier than ever verse #v writes things #KNOWING HOW TO CHARACTERIZE PEOPLE? WHAT'S THAT? (starts screaming and crying)

[joethetoonfanandoutcast]

My Top 15 Favorite Universal Couples (currently)

Made in February, these are my (current) top 15 favorite Universal Pictures pairings (or at least ones enough to fit the slots):

15. Frankenstein's Monster and his bride

14. Leo and Ulla Inga Hansen Benson Yansen Tallen Hallen Svaden Swanson Bloom (The Producers (2005))

13. Sophie Sheridan and Sky Rymand (Mamma Mia)

12. Marty McFly and Jennifer Parker (Back to the Future)

11. Doc Emmet Brown and Clara Clayton (Back to the Future)

10. Beethoven and Missy (Beethoven)

9. Clay and Ruby Calloway (Sing 2)

8. Scarlett and Herb Overkill (Minions)

7. Herman and Miss Crawly (Sing: Love at First Sight)

6. Felonious Gru and Lucy Wilde-Gru (Despicable Me)

5. Meena and Alfonso (Sing; I still don't like to parade them around though)

4. Norman and Rosita (Sing)

3. Johnny and Ash (Sing; though I'm not keeping my fingers crossed for it)

2. Fievel Mousekewitz and Cholena (An American Tail: The Treasure of Manhattan Island)

Honorable mentions:

Woody and Winnie Woodpecker

George and Lorraine McFly (Back to the Future)

Tony Toponi and Bridget (An American Tail; I also ship Bridget with a same-age-as-her Fievel in an AU) Tiger and Miss Kitty (An American Tail: Fievel Goes West) Littlefoot and Ali (The Land Before Time IV: Journey Through the Mists) Grandpa Longneck and Grandma Longneck (The Land Before Time) Brom and Littlefoot's Mother (The Land Before Time) Balto and Jenna (Balto) Rex and Elsa (We're Back!: A Dinosaur's Story) Farmer Arthur and Esme Cordelia Hoggett (Babe) Bob and Zootie (Babe: Pig in the City) Ted Shackelford aka the Man in the Yellow Hat and Maggie Dunglap (Curious George) Donna Sheridan and Sam Carmichael (Mamma Mia!) Bruce Banner/The Incredible Hulk and Betty Ross (The Incredible Hulk) Ted Wiggins and Audrey (Dr. Seuss's the Lorax) The Grinch and Martha May Whovier (Dr. Seuss's How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000)) Eggs Trubshaw and Winnie Portley Rind (The Boxtrolls) Monkey and Beetle (Kubo and the Two Strings) Mike and Nancy (Sing) Fred and Wilma Flintstone (The Flintstones (live-action)) Barney and Betty Rubble (The Flintstones (live-action)) George and Jane Jetson (Jetsons the Movie) Judy Jetson and Apollo Blue (Jetsons the Movie) Dudley Do-Right and Nell Fenwick (Dudley Do-Right (live-action))

Boris Badenov and Natasha Femme-Fatale (The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle (2000))

Porsha Crystal and either Ryan (Sing 2; yeah, no interaction whatsoever, but it sounds like a cute idea, what with my love of male cat-female dog couples) or Nooshy

and though destined to be sunk,

Buster Moon and Suki Lane (Sing 2)

#top 15 #favorite couples #canon #non canon #universal pictures #sing illumination #moonlane #jash #back to the future #despicable me #minions #herb x scarlett #beethoven #universal monsters #frankenstein #mamma mia #the producers 2005

[mallowstep]

Mr. Mallow, I just finished all of your human Misty AUs (it's really good!!) And I was wondering if Reed/Pike (they're the two youngest ones, right?) Had lived would they have been pulled into Tigerstar's cult as well? And would Tiger use them to torment Misty like he did Feather? Or would Blackclaw being there not allow Tiger easy access?

thank you so much! i'm glad you enjoyed it.

god the uh. the thing about olwptm + associated properties is that i explicitly established mistyfoot's litter to be reed, pike, prim, and perch, which is something i would later set up to be not true. (see: "like sleep to the freezing," and "what immortal hand or eye.")

but the double thing is, when i wrote (morning mist and things we aren't saying), i implied that mistyfoot had three children: primrose, pike, and perch. it's not established within (mm), but primrose and pike are twins, and perch is younger. pike and perch both die in a car accident, primrose dies later of an unspecified illness.

so anyway, if any of her kids had lived, they...maybe would've been pulled into the cult, maybe would've been punished. tigerstar doesn't care about them, so it's really more a matter of how he could use them most effectively against mistyfoot.

i think i'd have him turn them against her? i like that. i like them learning to hate her and think of themselves as above her and sure, they have to work for their places, have to show that they have honor, but they've repented and been remade. their mother refuses to submit to the will of god.

yeah, i like that. just. like.

She sees Pikepaw and Perchpaw sometimes. They never look at her, never stop and talk to her, but she seems them, knows they're alive, knows they're doing okay. That's enough, that's supposed to be enough.

"They're really doing well in their studies," Tigerstar says, curling his arm around her waist. (She tries not to shudder.) "Now that you're not poisoning the well, they're learning a lot faster."

The question burns on her tongue. Can I see them? Can I talk to them? Can I hold them? Do they know I love them?

"Maybe we could arrange a little meeting," Tigerstar says. "If you can show me you won't cause them to slip back in their studies, perhaps we can have lunch together."

Mistyfoot swallows and nods and shoves everything down to the deep, low part of her that she doesn't think about. The part that holds everything she can't let herself feel yet. She can play the part of a dutiful wife as long as Tigerstar needs her to, if it means she'll get to see her sons again.

(But it doesn't matter. It's a month of being the painfully submissive ornament she doesn't know how to be, of letting everything claw at her insides instead of fighting out, of wondering if keeping Featherpaw close to her was hurting her chances, and when her sons step in the same room, they grimace. Pikepaw holds Perchpaw's hand, and they only look at Tigerstar, and Mistyfoot wishes there was a God who would listen to her scream.)

#ask #anon #mine #human misty au #cults #cults tw #mistystar #tigerstar #pikepaw #perchkit

[dailystraitsdotcom]

Clothing Retailer Fined 

An Australian online clothing label and retailer A&S Labels Pty Ltd which has been trading publicly as Tiger Mist has been fined AU$26,640 after the Australian Competition and Consumer Commission (ACCC) issued it with two infringement notices. #Australia

Follow us on LinkedIn, Instagram, Facebook, YouTube, Twitter Sydney, May 13: An Australian online clothing label and retailer A&S Labels Pty Ltd which has been trading publicly as Tiger Mist has been fined $26,640 by the Australian Competition and Consumer Commission (ACCC) for allegedly misleading consumers about their right to return faulty items.Tiger Mist made statements on its website…

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#Australia

[thepixelelf]

SEVENTEEN masterlist

Favourites: ❤

All works are gender neutral unless specified

Multi

and the universe said,

ot13 When soulmates are suddenly thrust upon the world, you are one in a million who wishes they weren’t – and that’s before you meet the person (people?!) making your life much harder than it needs to be. And before someone asks you to sign an NDA.

The Recovery Files: Rewind 2017

ot13; individual Lee Chan comes across a box of old cassette tapes, but when he expects to hear music, he finds some long lost stories instead.

Ah! Love

95 line (feat. baby doremi line) Where you live with your three boys and your three boys, and damn, life is good.

bits ‘n’ pieces a tag for short unofficial posts such as headcanons or unedited drabbles or discussions of fun aus, ideas, etc!

S.Coups

First to Fall (social media au) - completed

What happens when two friends who are ‘bad at love’ want to prove each other wrong?

Bouquets for a Friend (From a Friend)

Your boss gets flowers quite often. This time, when he does, he wants to get rid of them, and who are you to turn down free flowers?

Huff, Puff

When an injured vampire shows up at your door, you're of course there to help. But your werewolf partner is more than a little wary of this vampire's intentions.

Even If

On a typical scouting, Jeonghan and Chan find more trouble than they initially thought.

whatever u say (smau oneshot)

wherein Seungcheol is just trying his best, okay?

Blurbs:

[bright-eyed]   [why are we doing this?]  [wearing green to a funeral]   [the colour of anticipation and new love]   [being jumpy is just a concept]  [unconscious crimes against humanity] [sooo, what did I miss?] [in another life]

Featured in: Ah! Love as one husband of three Oh Baby, You as the ambitious CEO

Jeonghan

Blurbs:

[who cares baby] 

Featured in: Ah! Love as one husband of three First to Fall as the only friend with a brain Even If as the tired, half undead leader

Joshua

Blurbs:

[the colour of i’ll-never-forget]  [nights before] [the amnesia card always declines]

Featured in: Ah! Love as one husband of three First to Fall as the unknowing love square member

Jun

Wrecked

There are many things that come with the beaten up android you find on the corner of fifth and march.

Blurbs:

[the crossover no one was asking for]  [stay here with me]

Hoshi

Bluff and Nonsense ❤

Soonyoung never thought one bluff could lead to so much nonsense.

She/Her version - He/Him version

Bonus: Fluff and Context Bonus bonus blurbs: [a fate of my choosing]  [pick a struggle] [hank, the (ten-foot) skeleton] 

Blurbs:

[spoken or not] [love pop!]  [get a taste]  [a warm welcome to the tiger prince]

Wonwoo

25¢ Magic

Wonwoo needed a little magical intervention. Definitely not for you. For his eyes. Yeah. His eyes.

Oh Baby, You (social media au) - ongoing; female reader

The birth of your son three years ago was what caused your breakup with Wonwoo, your longtime (and at that point, long distance) partner. Now, you're getting concerned that Orion is starting to look a lot like his dad, but that's not your only problem. Wonwoo is back… and he's living across the hall.

Blurbs:

[static shots] [of cold touches] [it’s all days of love]  [hear me now] [mr chosen one]

Featured in: Please Linger as the non-soulmate s/o

Woozi

Hold Me; Heal Me

In a world where a soulmate’s touch can heal any wound, you would think you’d have no worries. But after your soulmate told you he didn’t want to be exactly that, you set your heart aside. It shouldn’t matter anyways, you reasoned. What need does a vigilante have of soulmates? 

part two: Find Me; Fear Me

A Poorly Constructed Metaphor

After the accident, Lee Jihoon builds an android.

Blurbs:

[little white lies] [lavender mist] [warm refuge] [shakespeare’s words] [what happens on floor 17]   [oh don’t be such a fool] 

Featured in: Bluff and Nonsense as Soonyoung's best friend and voice of reason Wrecked as the hoverport mechanic/friend

Dokyeom

The Only Way to Get a Good Sleep

Seokmin misses you lots n lots part two: How to Harvest Sunshine

Blurbs:

[to still a beating heart] (title swap game with @kimsunwoodz​) 

Mingyu

Please Linger

In a world where a soulmate’s touch can heal any wound, Mingyu knows his own soulmate can only heal so much.

[coincidence? I think yes]

You need a husband, and Mingyu, well, Mingyu is there.

Blurbs:

[forget what I said] [brains on the brain] [forget me not] [sunset pursuit] [a little something something] [how about this]  [good night, mr kim]

Featured in: Oh Baby, You as the best friend

The8

Blurbs:

[gift of hypocrisy]   [wedding planners]  [leave the leaves alone] 

Seungkwan

Mission Possible

One of Mr Boo’s students sees his brand new engagement ring.

Blurbs:

[midnight opinions]  [the folly of the pumpkin spice latte] 

Featured in: Ah! Love as one son of three

Vernon

Or, Would You Rather it be Me?

A detested soulmark, a friendship over a decade in the making, and an unexpected proposal from one friend to another... what could possibly go wrong?

Expecting (smau oneshot)

Wherein vernon wants to give his friends a very special announcement

implied female reader

city boy, ilyyy (smau oneshot)

where there's a bug in Vernon's apartment

Blurbs:

[roses sometimes wither]  [where the night sky meets the sea]  [it’s the great pumpkin, vernon chwe!] 

Featured in: Ah! Love as one son of three

Dino

Pansy

Over the years, you learned that being a Pansy wasn’t so bad.

Blurbs:

[rejection for hire] [watch closely] [midnight alarm] [mis-magicked]  [fatal floral flaw]

Featured in: Ah! Love as one son of three

Main Masterlist

#seventeen masterlist