#all that emotion grows into a ✨tree✨

[shanastoryteller]

happy pride!!! much love!!! can we PLEASE have more zaggy boy? ✨🌺🌿

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Meg is in the middle of torturing several disobedient souls when Thanatos appears at her side. “I must speak with you.”

He outranks her, so she’d have to listen to him regardless, but the urgency in his normally flat tone is enough for a spike of worry to shoot through her. The only one able to pull an emotion from him besides irritation is Zagreus and he hadn’t even had this level of suppressed panic when he’d found out that Zagreus was attempting to escape to the surface. What could be worse than that?

She dismisses the souls and turns to him. “What’s going on?”

“Not here,” he says, and edge of nervousness around him that’s nearly enough to send her into an all out panic. They are alone, the only one able to overhear them is Hades if he’s paying attention and possibly Nyx, but that has never stopped him speaking freely before, or from assisting Zagreus on his escape attempts, something that is far more likely to catch Hades’s attention than the two of them having a conversation. He grabs her wrist, which she thinks is the first time he touched her since they were children. “Come with me.”

She doesn’t resist, letting him guide her through the levels of the underworld and then past them to the surface, which makes her nervous. She is a being of the underworld and unlike Thanatos, has no reason to venture to the surface. She is allowed, only because she’s never bothered before and so Hades has never had a reason to forbid here.

Meg is expecting Thanatos to settle them at the entrance of the underworld, out of reach of Hades’s eyes and ears but close to home.

Instead she finds herself in the middle of an orchard.

“Why are we – what are these?” She steps closer in fascination, the apples growing thick and fat amongst the branches, but not any sort of familiar hue. Instead they gleam silver in the afternoon sun, not like any apple she’s heard of on either mortal land or in Olympus. Strange yellow flowers crowd around the base of each tree, the grass soft and a vibrant green beneath her feet. “How? I thought – aren’t the mortals stuck in winter?”

“There is a god that stands against her,” Thanatos says.

Meg turns disbelieving eyes onto him. “Are they mad? Not even Zeus has been able to persuade Demeter to relinquish her grief. She even destroyed Dionysus’s vines and has driven the nymphs into slumber. When she find them, she’ll kill them, and no one will be able to stop her, just as they’ve been able to put an end to her winter. Who would be that foolish?”

Thanatos stares at her for one beat, then two, and by the third Meg can feel denial and desperation crawling up her throat.

“That’s impossible,” she snaps. “Be realistic. You said he couldn’t even escape under his own power, but you think that he can do this?”

“We are not the Prince’s Court,” he says. “It’s a real place, a piece of the underworld where Zagreus’s followers congregate after their death. Hypnos has been covering for him for years, ever since Zagreus’s first worshiper died and the Prince’s Court appeared on his scroll.” He visibly hesitates, then adds, “It’s beautiful. Even more so than Elysium.”

“No,” Meg says. “That’s impossible.”

“He has a blessed high priestess, and many more holy men and women, and temples, and this is one of the many orchards grown in his name,” he continues. “The call him Prince. They don’t even know his name. He’s – he’s done all this, and they don’t even invoke his name!”

Names hold power. Prince is a title, not a name, and so Zagreus has done all this nameless. Has cultivated a power of his parents but separate from them, building himself into the type of god that gets a throne on the pantheon without using the name his parents gave him.

No one has ever done that. Even Dionysus leaned into his status as his father’s son.

“You’re sure?” she asks. “It could be some other god, using Zagreus as a cover, to keep from attracting Demeter’s ire.”

Thanatos plucks one of the silver apples from the tree and presses it against her mouth.

She bites into it, the sweet flesh bursting against her tongue and the magic making her teeth rattle familiar and also achingly unfamiliar.

Zagreus’s magic causes strength to flood her body, one bite of an apple feeling like a god of Olympus granting her a boon.

She’s going to kill him.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #jesuisnilunnilautre #hades game

[wooataes]

Real Eyes, Fake Lies (Part Two)

Pairing: soulmate!Lee Jihoon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: angst, Hanahaki!AU, mentions of death, mild suggestion of self-harm but nothing happens, swearing, lots of crying and feelings , lots of plot this chapter.

Summary: What do you do when you find out the one person that was created by the universe to be yours doesn’t want you back?

A/N: Thank you all so much for all the love on part one! I do apologize at how long it’s taken for this one to come out, it’s been a hectic last few weeks with Svt’s anniversary and my birthday 🥰 I hope you all enjoy and please feel free to send me an ask to talk about the fic if you’d like! - Tae 💜✨

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Jihoon’s ears hadn’t stopped ringing since he left your place 30 minutes ago, and although his home is only a 5 minute walk from yours, he couldn’t find it in himself to go home just yet. He had paced around the block twice and walked to a nearby park to sit under a tree and let his thoughts marinate. His stomach was in knots, hands shaky, and he couldn’t stop the tears from falling down his cheeks. To make himself feel better, he believed that this was because of your overwhelming emotions, not his. The weather was in his favor, the rain hiding the fact that he was crying openly in public. He had let his eyes wander at the new world around him as he gathered his thoughts in an attempt to remember the simple colour theory he learnt as a child. The grass was green, the sky was blue, the roses were red. His mind was sent into overdrive, still being unwillingly attacked with your heavy heart and heaving sobs rising up his body, but he knew he just had to bear it.

Jihoon was knocked out of his thoughts when his phone vibrated for the upteenth time. He sighs out of pure frustration as he looks at the screen, wincing internally as he reads through the barrage of texts from Soonyoung and one of his 3 housemates, Wonwoo.

Wonwoo🎮: yo where you at? min and soonyoung are here, we’re gonna do a game night.

Wonwoo🎮: soon said you were walking y/n home? I’ll save you a spot in the next round of Uno.

Soonyoung 🐯: hey, is everything okay? y/n shot me a text and said she left early. where are you?

Soonyoung🐯: you were supposed to be back at yours 20 minutes ago?? wons is getting worried.

Soonyoung🐯: okay if you don’t answer me in 5 minutes I’m coming to look for you.

Wonwoo 🎮: where are you, jihoon?

Prettyy/n✨ wants to send you a message.

Jihoon feels his heart jump at your Instagram request, and swipes away all of his texts to check the request. Oh god, what if you’ve outed him? What if you’re going to go on a plot of revenge to get back at him for breaking your heart by telling everyone that he’s your soulmate? What if-

Prettyy/n✨: nothing happened. you didn’t walk me home, you didn’t even meet up with me at the working bee. I texted you and told you that I had to leave early and I ran into my soulmate on the way home but they wanted nothing to do with me. you and ji-ah are safe, I won’t tell anyone. I promise. if soonyoung pesters you, tell him you didn’t even see me today. your relationship is safe, nothing will be spilled, just like you want. bye, jihoon.

Prettyy/n✨: and please stop feeling bad. it’s making me feel sick.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Jihoon simply likes the message sent by you to acknowledge that he’s seen it and silently thanks you in his head and starts to wipe his slowing tears. He frowns slightly when he feels his stomach twist again, but he chooses to ignore it. He can put this whole thing behind him now and focus on his relationship with Ji-ah, soulmates be damned. Should he feel bad for breaking your heart? Absolutely. And don’t get him wrong, he does, but you can get over it now and grow from it. Now you both are blessed with a world of colour, you can both benefit from it, he thinks to himself.

“Where the hell have you been?!” Soonyoung is on Jihoon as he steps into his house, shaking off his jacket and placing it on the coat rack by the front door.

“You know I like the rain, Soonyoung,” Jihoon lies easily, shaking his wet hair over him to get him to back off successfully. “Why are you even here, anyway?”

“Minnie had to work on a theatre assignment with Jun, so I thought I’d hang with you and the lovebirds while they worked.” He smiles as Jihoon looks down the hall to see the lovebirds in question, Wonwoo and Mingyu, sitting by the coffee table in the living room setting up playing cards. Jun and Seokmin are at the dining room table in an intense brainstorm session, writing down their ideas onto a book placed in the middle of the table.

“Sorry for not warning you I’d be back late, Wonwoo.” Jihoon calls out as he walks into the living room, standing close to the fireplace to warm himself up from the cold rain. The house looks weird now he can see what it looks like in technicolour, he thinks.

Wonwoo simply waves him off as Mingyu stays comfortably nestled against his soulmate's side. Jihoon eyes them for a moment before Seokmin and Jun make their way into the living room, talking about a well deserved break from their 20 minutes of brainstorming.

“Hi again, hyung!” Seokmin waves with a smile, settling down on the couch beside Jun comfortably. “Are you going to play this round?”

Just as Jihoon is about to respond, Soonyoung’s phone starts to ring.

“You start the round without me, it’s Cheollie hyung.” He smiles and Jihoon feels his stomach drop instantly. Oh, fuck. Soonyoung presses the phone to his ear with a cheery “hyung~” as he steps out of the room, his voice trailing into the front room as he walks.

“Actually, you guys start without me too,” Jihoon stammers out, suddenly feeling sick. “I need to go shower and warm up so I don’t get…”

He trails off as he watches Seokmin’s face begin to change, a look of fear covering his features. His gaze follows where his soulmate has walked off to, and he starts to rise from his spot on the couch. “Something’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong?” Mingyu asks quietly.

Jihoon feels a sense of dread wash over him as Soonyoung steps back into the room, immediately rushing to collect his backpack.

“Darling, what’s happened?” Seokmin is at his side in a flash, Soonyoung’s breathing increasing rapidly.

“I-I don’t know. Cheol just said th-that something’s happened to Y/N,” he throws his backpack over his shoulder. Jihoon winces, holding his stomach as the overwhelming urge to cry comes back to him in full force. “I gotta go to her.”

“I’ll come with you!”

Soonyoung is quick to take his soulmate’s hands in his own. “It’s okay babe, you need to study with Jun anyway. Cheol said she’s really overwhelmed right now and he thinks only I can help.”

“I hate that you’re right,” Seokmin whined, giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Text me when you find out what’s happened?”

“Of course. Sorry, guys, I’ll join next time.” He waves quickly before rushing out the door and running in the direction of your home.

“Oh god, I hope she’s okay.” Seokmin sighs as he slumps on the couch, Mingyu now sitting up beside him.

“What do you think has happened?” He asked quietly.

“Honestly?” Seokmin frowns to himself. “I don’t know. I haven’t felt Soonie feel that worried before in a long time. The last time he was that bad was when he couldn’t find Y/N on the 3 year anniversary of her mother’s passing.”

“Passing?” Jihoon looks at him. “How did she pass?”

“She never really told us much…” he sighed. “All she would say is that when she was eleven, her father got caught by Seungcheol cheating on their mother with another woman and he just upped and left. According to Cheol, their mother fell apart, she was in love with him for over 20 years, how could you not?… and on top of that, she got Hanahaki.”

A soft gasp from Jun was the only thing that could be heard in the hushed room, Jihoon’s teeth sinking into his bottom lip. He only thought Hanahaki was a myth, a silly story told by people to scare them into loving their soulmates.

“That’s why Soonie’s family took them in.. their mother only lasted 3 months after he left them. Y/N was the one who found her. Cheol said she didn’t sleep for days, and whenever she did, it was only for a few hours at a time. She had recurring nightmares that he and Soonie would help her through.”

“Poor girl. I guess that’s why Soonyoung has always been so protective of her.” Wonwoo mumbled thoughtfully, hand slipping into Mingyu’s and squeezing.

“She literally loved that man so much and he just threw it all back in their faces and legitimately killed his soulmate.” Seokmin grumbled, staring at the table in front of him. “And he didn’t even want Cheol or Y/N after everything. He’s a selfish bastard.” He hissed. “Fucking coward. That’s where Y/N went on the third year of her passing. She left to go to her fathers house to tear him a new one. Fucker deserved it, too. I don’t really know what happened, but all Soonyoung tells me is that he had a new family. She never tried to look for him again after that.”

Jihoon sinks quietly to the floor by the fire, hugging his knees. All he feels is shame, and now, dare he says it, worry for you. He really fucked this up, and it only had just begun.

A gentle knock sounds through your bedroom as you laid your head back against the wall tiredly. It had been an hour since you discovered the migraine of the brightly coloured world around you, and you still sat in the dark corner of your bedroom, albeit more quieter now than the last time Cheol had checked on you. You had stopped crying half an hour ago, now only feeling numb inside. When you insisted to your brother that you were fine and wanted to be alone, he had respected your wishes and left only after giving you a hard hug, and the promise that he’d be with you in a heartbeat whenever you called.

“What?” You mumble, eyes closed.

“It’s me.” You hear the door close behind Soonyoung, his footsteps drawing closer.

“What do you want.” You keep your eyes shut, knowing you’d fall apart if you saw your best friend in front of you. “Why aren’t you with Seokmin?”

“Bug…” he ignores your question, your body almost recoiling back in shock as his warm palms gently rest over your wrists, turning them over for a moment, seemingly checking you for anything abnormal before placing your hands gently into your lap. “Please look at me?” Soonyoung’s hand softly reaches up to cradle your cheek. You shake your head quickly, feeling the tears well up behind your eyelids.

“You should be with your soulmate, S-Soon.” You stutter, hands reaching up to rub over your eyes aggressively. “W-why are you even here?”

“Bug, what happened?” His thumb swipes over a stray tear that slipped down your cheek. Your eyes finally open to be face to face with your worried best friend, his big brown eyes filled with worry.

You hiccup, take a heavy breath, and open your mouth. Soonyoung waits patiently, still holding your cheek. As you attempt to speak, all that leaves your lips is a hard sob before your arms snake around his waist, your face burying into his shoulder. His hand reaches up to run through your hair, the other rubbing soothing circles up and down your back.

“Oh, Bug..” he sighs, squeezing you to his chest. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

“You shouldn’t.” You whimper, the shoulder of Soonyoung’s shirt growing damp. “You should be with M-Min.”

“But then no one would be here for you, silly.” He cooed, brushing your hair through his fingers delicately.

“Exactly.”

“Don’t be silly.” Soonyoung tries to lift the mood, jostling you in his arms slightly. “Until you get your soulmate, you are stuck with me.” You only sob harder, gripping his sweater tightly as he slowly stops his movements, his mind slowly catching up. “… Bug? Did you…”

“They didn’t want me, Soon.” You whimper, squeezing him closer.

“I swear, I’ll kill whatever fucker who did this.” Soonyoung had left your room after letting you cry in his arms for two hours, eventually letting the exhaustion finally catch up with you and drift you off into a dreamless sleep. He was now pacing in the kitchen, anger growing inside him.

“I’m right behind you.” Seungcheol growled, sitting at the dining table with his chin resting against the top of his intertwined hands. His leg was shaking under the table, watching his friend pace in front of him.

“How the fuck could they do that to her?” He barked, hitting his fist on the breakfast bar. “All the girl has ever wanted was to be loved, and the one fucker who was literally made to be that person to love her doesn’t want her?!”

“Did she tell you who it was?” Jeonghan asked quietly as his hand gently rubbed circles into his soulmate’s back. He could feel Cheol’s anger bubbling inside him more and more as the time went on.

“No. She’s protecting them. I don’t know why. Fucker doesn’t deserve to be protected.” Soonyoung grumbled.

“Being angry isn’t going to solve anything, babe.” Seokmin sighed, leaning against the bar. “All we can do is be there for her and support her.”

“What if she gets..-”

“She won’t.” Seungcheol rises quickly from his seat. “We won’t let it happen. It only happens if she’s in love, she’s nowhere near that stage yet.”

It’s late in the middle of the night and no matter how hard he tried, Jihoon just couldn’t get to sleep. The pain in his stomach had finally settled for a few hours, and he concluded that Soonyoung had caught up to you, calmed you down and helped you finally fall asleep. Seokmin’s words about your life kept repeating in his head and ate at his mind until he finally couldn’t take it anymore, reaching for his phone and wincing at the brightness as he opened up his search bar.

“What is Hanahaki?”

What? He frowns deeply to himself, as if trying to reason with his soul. Whether I like it or not, she is going to be a part of my life. I might as well learn now.

“Hanahaki is a disease contracted due to an unrequited romantic love. It is manifested in the form of flowers, which root themselves against the victim’s lungs that cause them to cough up petals and in some extreme cases, whole flowers.”

Jihoon’s thumb slowly scrolled through the information page, coming to a stop at a subheading.

“What is the Cause of Hanahaki?”

“The main cause of Hanahaki is when a victim’s soulmate does not reciprocate the romantic feelings harbored for them.”

“Is There a Cure?”

“In extreme cases there is a possibility that the victim is eligible for surgery to remove the blockage in the lung. The consequence to removal is the victim losing all feelings and memories in regards to their soulmate, and to never be able to feel romantic love ever again. As cases recorded show the victim’s refusal to lose their love, most cases result in death.”

That’s why her mother passed. Jihoon frowns to himself. If she had the surgery, she would have lost all memories of her kids.

He should be safe. You’re not in love with him. You have always known of Jihoon but never have had to spend time with him. You’re not gonna die from this. Who knows? Maybe Jihoon could find a way to get you two to be friends. He has known of some soulmates who keep their relationship platonic and it working out. He could try in a few weeks to press the idea to you.

A tightness builds in his chest, confusing running through his head. It’s - Jihoon checks the time on his phone - 3 in the morning, what is going-

He hiccups and feels tears start filling his eyes. In a matter of seconds, he’s feeling the urge to once again start sobbing and seek comfort.

This is going to be a long night.

Jihoon grows concerned when it has been over a week and he hasn’t seen you around campus. He keeps a subconscious eye out for you in common areas where you’re known to be with Seokmin or Soonyoung, but he only ever finds the two soulmates together. Soonyoung has been more withdrawn, Jihoon notices, but whenever asked by Wonwoo or Jun in passing, Soonyoung just waves them off. Jihoon wouldn’t tell anyone he knows the real reason.

Over the course of the week, like clockwork, Jihoon gets woken up in the middle of the night to pains in his chest and wet cheeks. It doesn’t take him long to figure out that you’re making sure he is asleep before you let out all your pent up emotions, which makes him feel even worse.

Ji-ah doesn’t notice anything wrong with her boyfriend, or if she does, she doesn’t say. She spends every lunch break at Jihoon’s table they share with Wonwoo, Mingyu, Jun and Jun’s classmate from dance class, Chan. Jihoon puts up a good front when with Ji-ah. He can’t walk on eggshells around her or she will get suspicious and he can’t lose her for a girl he barely knows. He smiles with his arm draped over his girlfriend’s shoulder, eating a mouthful of rice when he almost chokes on his food as he sees you walk into the cafeteria for the first time in over a week.

Soonyoung and Seokmin are on either side of you, talking animatedly about something that Jihoon can’t quite hear. He frowns when he takes a good look at you. You look paler than normal; even with his new perspective with colour he can tell you shouldn’t be this white. You have bags under your eyes and your hair is pulled back in a high ponytail atop your head, a pink ribbon tying it together. His eyes follow where you’re looking to see theater majors Boo Seungkwan and Yoo Jeongyeon at a table two spaces down from them.

“Finally!!” Seungkwan grins excitedly as he jumps up from the table, meeting you halfway as he pulls you in for a tight hug. “I’ve been dying without you in class. There’s only so much Lee Seokmin you can tolerate.” He whines as you let out a soft laugh.

“Imagine living with him.” You giggle as Seokmin responds with a ‘Yah!’ and a swat to your arm.

“Are you feeling better?” Seungkwan leads you to sit down beside him, Soonyoung flanking your other side and Seokmin joining Jeongyeon. “You still look pretty pale, Bug.”

“Ah, I’m getting there.” You feigned a laugh, waving him off as Jeongyeon reaches across the table and takes your hands in hers.

“I’m so glad you’re back.” She cooed. “A week is too long to be ill. I’ll hurt whoever gave you the flu and make sure they never do it again.” She smiled.

“I missed you too, Jeongs.” You smiled as you glanced at Seungkwan. “Fill me in on what’s happened in class. Have I missed much?”

Jihoon forces himself to stop listening then, shaking his head slightly before trying to tune back into the conversation his table was having, which currently was a discussion between Wonwoo and Chan over a certain video game that was just released.

“Okay, so, I’ve got some dress ideas I’m going to get made for Formal and I need a girl’s opinion.” Jeongyeon grinned, passing her iPad over to you.

You take the iPad and look over the 3 options of dresses with scribbles and annotations all over them as Seungkwan waves his chopsticks.

“Yah! I told you the style of number 2 would look SO good on you! Why do you need someone else’s opinion?”

“I don’t trust your judgment.” She glares as Seungkwan gasps and smacks his chest.

“Oh heaven forbid I can’t give a good opinion!” He whines as Soonyoung covers his mouth with a low chuckle, clearly not wanting to be involved in the bickering.

“I think the red suits you best.” You speak quietly. “The blue clashes with your skin tone too much and the dark green looks too wedding-y.”

You’re met with a prolonged silence from the table as you come face to face with your two classmates staring at you as if you’ve grown a second head.

“What?” You deadpanned.

“Are you telling me..” Jeongyeon whispered.

“It happened?” Seungkwan gasped.

“Mm.” You mumble, pushing the iPad across the table. “It’s not a big deal.”

“UMM?” Jeongyeon balked. “Not a big deal?! You’ve only been dreaming about this day for the last 20 years of your life!” She squealed, taking your hands tightly. “I’m so happy for you!”

The commotion at the table draws the attention of Jihoon’s housemates, who turn to look over at you, who is now sinking down in your seat, Soonyoung’s hand pressing on your back.

“What’s happened?” Mingyu called over.

“Y/N can see colours!” Jeongyeon responds excitedly.

Jihoon’s stomach drops, and he knows that it wasn't you this time. His knee starts to bounce slightly as he keeps an eye on you, the others at his table getting up to congratulate you.

“It really isn’t a big deal, guys.” You mumble.

“Are you kidding? This is amazing news!” Seungkwan cheered, Mingyu joining him.

“We know how much you’ve wanted this, Bug!” Mingyu smiles, ruffling your hair. “Tell us everything!”

“There’s nothing to tell.” You look away, reaching to take a bite of your sandwich.

“What?” Jeongyeon frowned, trying to get in your line of sight. “What’s gotten into you? I thought you’d be excited about this..”

“I would’ve been excited if they wanted me back.”

“Oh.. Bug, I’m-”

“Yeah, so forgive me if I’m not happy about being rejected by my soulmate.” You hiss bitterly, feeling the sting of tears burning your eyes.

“Oh the poor thing.” Ji-ah whispers to her boyfriend, eyebrows furrowed. She leans her head against his shoulder, and Jihoon just watches on.

“So what?” Seungkwan’s question shocked the others as you looked back at him in surprise.

“Huh?”

“So your soulmate doesn’t want you.” Seungkwan takes your hand in his. “You don’t need them now to see the beauty around you. You have us, don’t you?” He nudges your side. “And you have been blessed with seeing all of the world with new eyes.”

“He’s right, Bug.” Seokmin urged, smiling at you.

“I don’t see how this is supposed to help me, Boo. You haven’t even found your soulmate yet, so you wouldn’t know…”

“That’s irrelevant, Bug. We aren’t talking about me, we’re talking about you.” Seungkwan smiled and draped his body over yours dramatically. “Here, let’s change the subject, okay? You’ve been able to see colour for a while now, right?”

“Uh.. right..” you mumble.

“So, you have to have a favourite colour by now, right?”

“Oh..” Your lips purse slightly as you look up at the ceiling. “I never… I never really thought about it before.”

“Well, think about it now!” He chirped as he watched carefully for your thoughts.

“Uhh… well, there is one colour that I’ve been drawn to.. but you’re gonna laugh at me.”

“No we won’t, Bug.” Soonyoung soothes, smiling sweetly at you. “C’mon, tell us.”

“Well.. it’s brown.”

“Brown?” Jeongyeon frowns and tilts her head as you nod in confirmation. “What about something like pink?”

“It was the first colour I ever saw.”

Jihoon winced. He knew what was coming next, and he didn’t want to hear it.

“It was the colour of their eyes.”

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[taraneeno]

Self-growth ⭐🌟✨ I'm growing. Finally. I can exist with all these pieces and parts that I have collected and stitched and mended together. I am not here to look pretty for you. If you don't like what I have made of myself, you can close your eyes and move on. I will not pull myself apart for you, nor will I twist and fold myself into some familiar shape for you, one that may be easier to digest. My existence is a field, and the grass is overgrown and wild with flowers, and the trees are tall.

MATERIALS Faber Castell Polychromos colour pencils Colleen Traditional Colours Faber Castell Goldfaber graphite pencils Fabriano Schizzi/Sketch 90gsm paper Gold foil paper scraps

This is my personal expression of 'self-growth', and the process thereof. There are so many levels to growth, personal or not. Physical, emotional, spiritual growth. Artistic growth. Everything is a process, and the process is different for each individual. My goal is to trust and enjoy the process, and see where it takes me. With the lunar new year upon us, I thought it would be a great opportunity to reflect on growth, but more so on how I want to grow. What do you think? What's your idea of self-growth, or just growth? How would you want to grow this year? I'm always eager to hear your thoughts. And let me know what you think of this one. I enjoyed playing around with the shadows and light. Happy Saturday, folks, and happy new year! 🐉✨

#art #artists on tumblr #illustration #sketchbook #drawing #alternative #traditional art #art blog #short poem #poetry #poem #words #self growth #deer #creature art

[frodo-with-glasses]

More Reading Thoughts: The Prologue

I will never not love Tolkien’s framing device of “my fantasy epic is 100% a translation of an ancient historical book like Beowulf, it’s totally real, you guys, definitely”

“[Bullroarer Took] was surpassed in all Hobbit records only by two famous characters of old; but that curious master is dealt with in this book” is an incredibly intriguing line to me. You’d think it refers to Frodo and Sam, because of what they did to destroy the Ring—but the rest of the hobbits didn’t really care all that much about that. They saw Sam as just another mayor (if a very tenured one) and Frodo as a strange recluse. I think this line refers to Captains Meriadoc and Peregrin, actually, for their courage and leadership during the Battle of Bywater.

“To the last battle at Fornost with the Witch-lord of Angmar they sent some bowmen to the aid of the king, or so they maintained, though no tales of Men record it.” This cracks me up. First of all, the fact that hobbits claim to have sent some aid to the King’s war, but either they’re lying or mistaken or they’re literally so small and unremarkable that everyone completely forgot they were there. Secondly, this is the first and not the last time hobbits are gonna be a pain in the Witch King’s butt

“They were, in fact, sheltered, but they had ceased to remember it” is a line that goes so hard bruh

Today’s vocabulary word is “ramify, v: form branches or offshoots; spread or branch out; grow and develop in complexity or range.” So “large and ramifying tunnels”, in this case, paints the picture of the hobbit holes sprouting rooms and hallways that branch off like tree roots. Fascinating.

The fact that Merry probably has some Stoor blood in him still makes me giggle because they’re the only hobbits that could grow any sort of beard. I still maintain the headcanon that Merry has three (3) hairs on his chin, and he shaves them regularly and is inordinately proud of them.

“Sometimes, as in the case of the Tooks of Great Smials, or the Brandybucks of Brandy Hall, many generations of relatives lived in (comparative) peace together in one ancestral and many-tunnelled mansion.” That little interjection of “comparative” was not mine, it’s right there in the text, and it has me cracking up X-D

Merry’s little personal asides in “Concerning Pipeweed” are absolutely darling—including the shade at Breelanders, the almost wistful descriptions of how much better the plant grows in Gondor, and the fond way he speaks of Gandalf.

Okay so I once claimed that the book never refers to Frodo as Bilbo’s nephew, only as his young kinsman; but here at the end of section three he is actually called “Frodo his favorite ‘nephew’”, with the quotation marks and all. So the idea is already planted in our minds that their relationship is sort of avuncular (throwback to that old vocab word!) before we start the story.

“With [Thorin’s company Bilbo] set out, to his own lasting astonishment…” 🤣🤣🤣

Boy I still need to do Bilbo-With-Glasses someday

Tolkien taking several pages of prologue to explain the inconsistency of the riddle game in The Hobbit will never not be funny

“And no one else in the Shire knew of [the Ring’s] existence, or so he believed.” Except for Merry, who watched him put it on to escape the Sackville-Bagginses that one time.

It’s called the Red Book of Westmarch because it came from Undertowers!! Guarded by the Fairbairns!! ELANOR’S KIDS!! HI HELLO I’M HAVING EMOTIONS

“The original Red Book has not been preserved, but many copies were made, especially of the first volume, for the use of the descendants of Master Samwise.” I AM HAVING ✨EMOTIONS✨

PIPPIN BROUGHT A COPY OF THE RED BOOK TO GONDOR WHEN HE WAS OLD

AND THEN ARAGORN HAD IT COPIED AGAIN

AND THAT’S THE ONE THAT WAS “TRANSLATED” INTO LOTR

HELP

The fact that Merry wrote so many books and Pippin wrote none is honestly so in-character for both of them

And Merry frequently visited Rivendell!! You guys I cry

#chapter review #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing

[evansbby]

Hello, merry christmas to everyone who celebrate! ✨🤍

My question is how omega steve and rosie spend Christmas this year? What Santa will give to babygirl

and what Steve got Omega and Omega got Steve?

I hope you well 🩷

Awww thank you! Merry Christmas to all who celebrate! ✨✨✨✨

Steve, omega and Rosie spend Christmas at the big Rogers’ mansion with Steve’s parents! It is Rosie’s first Christmas so everyone dotes on her and she has a whole room full of presents! (Seriously, they have a gigantic tree but they couldn’t fit all of Rosie’s presents under it, so in one of the guest bedrooms, all the rest of Rosie’s gifts are stockpiled, filling the room to the brim).

Rosie is the centre of attention as omega and Steve and the grandparents all dote on her and take pictures of all her reactions! She receives a ton of baby toys, picture books, colouring books, dolls, playsets, clothes and more! Rosie is enjoying everything despite her being only about a year old. She even gets a life-sized doll house and a little Barbie car to drive around in! (She’s too small so she just sits inside and looks happy while Steve pushes her).

Omega is very happy to have such a lively Christmas atmosphere as she didn’t grow up with this sort of thing. It makes her emotional to see Rosie get all the love that omega did not get while growing up. She takes a dozen pictures of Rosie on her Polaroid camera (she’s dressed Rosie up in a cute red frock with white patterned leggings for her chubby legs and shiny black shoes!) and she adds them to her scrapbook “Rosie’s first Christmas” 🥹🥹🥹

As for omega’s gifts… well, Steve goes all out. There’s a second guest bedroom that’s stocked full of gifts for her too. Expensive clothes and jewellery, shoes, everything! He even hand paints a portrait of omega and Rosie and frames it and gives it to her and she loves that, she loves how Steve draws her. Steve’s mom gifts omega a solid gold bracelet that is a Rogers’ family heirloom that has been in the family for generations. Steve’s dad gifts her a monogrammed journal with her initials on it and some expensive pens. Omega has never felt so loved 🥹🥹

She gifts Steve a scarf she knitted for him all by herself. It’s become a tradition for her to do that and he loves it and puts it on straight away. She also buys him a new three piece suit because she has good taste and knows what will match his eyes best. She also gives him a special private gift in a special private costume 😌 and Steve loves that too. 🩷🩷🩷🩷🥹🥹🥹🥹

#anon #poyt ask

[lxstfathier]

Midnight Sky

Master! Luke Skywalker x Padawan! Reader

Summary: noticing a sudden change in your behavior, master Luke decides to have a private talk with you at night. But it turns out way different than expected.

Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, mutual masturbation, age-gap, slight angst, Kylo being a bully.

A/N: this is not canon, i just wanted to have fun without worrying about timelines and all that. Luke is supposed to be in his late 40s and the reader in her early 20s, but you’re free to choose any age you want. Hope you all enjoy this!! 💗✨

Jedi training is hard. Specially when you’re a padawan under the wing of the one and only Luke Skywalker.

All of his students are expected to be perfect in every single aspect; from the impeccable robes, polished boots, well groomed hair, and clean lightsaber hilt, to the excellent behavior, calm and elegant in any situation, never faltering with fear or anger.

Everyone is just like that. Except you.

Ben Solo likes to mock you almost every single day for that reason, laughing at your shyness and weak combat skills. And you try you best to find a justification for it. Maybe it is because him, and all the other students, come from powerful families with a strong jedi bloodline, and you’re just a random girl from a far away planet who happened to be born force-sensitive for some weird reason.

Or maybe it’s because you’re not meant to be a jedi. Who knows, whatever it is, you can’t help but feel a little bit upset seeing all your classmates improving while you’ve been stuck in the same place for weeks.

That’s how you ended up here, sitting under a tree at lunch time like you always do, sharing a meal with Grogu, away from all the other loud teenagers around the bonfire who can’t stop laughing at their own stupid jokes. And if it wasn’t for the little green kid, you would feel completely alone.

But you’re really wrong if you think that Grogu is the only one who cares about you.

Master Luke has been watching you for a while, sensing your negative emotions and troubled thoughts, growing worried with that sudden change in your demeanor, thinking about what would be the best form to approach and help a young girl like you.

“Patu?” Grogu says, offering you the last roasted frog, pulling you away from the deepest corner of your mind.

“For me? oh, thank you so much Din Grogu, i appreciate it” you say with a smile, taking the little frog snack that is supposed to be only for him, but you put it in you mouth anyway, savoring the weird taste and crispy texture.

And you’re too into it that you don’t even notice Luke walking in your direction until a pair of black boots appears in your peripheral vision, scaring you slightly, feeling you heart beat faster as you lift up your gaze to look at your cloaked master.

Are you in trouble? you don’t think so, but before you can ask something he speaks first.

“I want you to meet me at midnight, by the pond. It’s not necessary to wear you robes or bring your lightsaber, i just want talk. Understood?”

Oh hell, you’re definitely in some trouble now.

“Yes, master” you answer, trying to stay calm as your mind overthinks all the possible scenarios. And after hearing those affirmative words, he turns around to go back with the rest, leaving you there with teary eyes.

You know that you’re not his best student, so you’re probably getting expelled from his Jedi Academy. Everything is ruined and your effort has been in vain. But you don’t want to upset Grogu and cry in front of him, so you do your best to hold your tears and fake a smile, letting him eat the rest of the food while you just sip on your drink.

After that, the evening goes fast, doing your usual routine of meditating alone, read on your holo-pad, take a quick shower and brush your teeth. Still with the horrible anxiety sensation in your chest.

When midnight finally comes, you just put on an oversized shirt and small shorts, adequate for the warm weather. Why would you care about wearing something nice if you’re getting kicked out anyway?.

So you get out of your room, walking under the moonlight, admiring all the pretty luminous insects flying above the grass as a way to distract yourself from your own nervousness.

Once you get to the pond, master Luke is already there, sitting on a fallen log. And you feel even more anxious than before, but you need to stay calm under any circumstance, remember?, so you take a deep breath, reuniting the courage to walk up to him.

“Take a seat, young padawan” he says, motioning for you to sit on the ground in front of him for a quick conversation.

You follow his orders, getting comfortable on the soft grass, playing nervously with your own sweaty hands until he finally decides to speak again.

“Do you know why i told you to come here?”

“To expel me out of the jedi academy? maybe?” You answer in a low voice, accepting your fate.

But he just smirks. Something he doesn’t do often.

“Why would i do such thing? you’re the best student here.”

For a moment you can’t believe what you just heard. He called you his best student. And you don’t know how you’re supposed to feel, your emotions are mixed, you’re happy but extremely doubtful at the same time.

Maybe he’s saying it out of pure pity. There’s no way that you’re the best when all the others have an excellent conduct and fierce combat skills that could put yours to shame.

“I don’t think so” you say, shaking your head. “I’m behind everyone else here. They all see me as an easy target, and Ben likes to remind me everyday that i’m too weak and fearful to deserve being trained by his uncle.”

Suddenly, that friendly smirk on his face disappears and a stern expression takes its place, noticing the way he clenches his jaw, along with a tightening of his gloved fist, clearly unpleased with the way his nephew has been treating you.

“Don’t listen to those teens. They’re still kids, they talk hurtful nonsense just for fun” Luke says, with his elbows on his thighs, leaning forward to make eye contact. “And they also have a lot to learn from me. All of them are reckless and aggressive most of the time, thinking that their worth is only found in how many combats they win. But not you. You’re different. You’re quiet and mindful, and that’s what makes you a great jedi. So please, don’t believe their words.”

Out of everything you thought he would tell you tonight, this definitely wasn’t it. And before you know it, a warm tear is rolling down your cheek.

You don’t know what to tell him. Perhaps you don’t need even need to, cause soon you feel him getting closer, with a big hand cradling your face as his thumb wipes the wet trail.

It’s weird. But you like it, you crave more, getting lost in his gentle touch and beautiful facial features illuminated by the pale moonlight, awakening some sort of new emotions in the depths of your soul.

“I want you to have this” he speaks again, this time offering you a rose gold lightsaber. “It belonged to my sister, princess Leia Organa.”

You’re hesitant about it, but you take it in your hands just to feel its heavy weight, cold in contrast with your skin, admiring the beautiful shiny hilt. All while wondering why would he want you to have such an important piece from his family.

One thing for sure is that, if everyone sees you using Leia’s lightsaber instead of your own, it’s going to cause jealousy, specially in Ben.

“Thanks, master. But i can’t accept it” you give it back to him, finally feeling brave enough to tell him what’s been going around your mind for days. “Actually, i think i would like to take a break from my jedi training, at least for a few months.”

Luke never thought he would hear those word come out of your pretty lips, even less after seeing you so worried thinking about getting expelled. But he understands you, better than anyone. His training can get quite demanding sometimes, and if you need some time to recover from it, he will give it to you without a second thought.

“As you wish, young padawan” he answers, with a kind smile to make it clear that he’s not mad at your decision. “You’re free to go away and come back whenever you feel ready again.”

No. You don’t want to go to any other place, you want to stay here, in a beautiful planet, with Grogu… and him.

“I never said that i wanted to go away” you whisper, looking directly at the ocean of his eyes. “I want to stay here with you.”

Maybe it’s the heat of the moment. Maybe it’s all those years of pent up yearning. But you act by instinct, closing the gap between the two of you, pressing your soft lips against his.

It feels great. You could swear there are real buzzzers inside your stomach. However, you regret it immediately, thinking that he might reject your romantic advances, not wanting to get involved with one of his students who is way younger than him.

To your surprise, that doesn’t happen, and before you can push away, he puts a hand on the nape of your neck to pull you closer, deepening the kiss.

You tongues dance in sync, tasting each other, feeling that burning desire grow stronger with each movement of your mouths.

It scalates pretty quickly, leading to something more. So you climb into his lap, straddling his hips, immediately feeling a pair of big hands caressing your bare thighs in such a delicate way.

You move your lips to his jaw, and then his neck, biting slightly as you start moving your hips back and forth, humping his clothed bulge, desperate for some friction.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy” Luke tells you, in a low husky voice that you had never heard him use before, playing with the hem of your shirt as if asking for consent to take it off.

So you allow him to read your thoughts, letting him know that it’s ok, that you want this as much as he does and that you can’t wait to get your body claimed as his.

Giving in to your most passionate wishes, he helps you take off your shirt, letting his hands roam every curve of your waist and back until he finally finds the clips of your bra, unclasping it effortlessly, admiring the way your gorgeous breasts are set free in front of his eyes.

You throw the clothes to the ground, and he doesn’t waste a single second, squeezing your soft tits, slightly pinching your nipples, sending waves of pleasurable pain straight to your core.

As he has his fun, you work on his black pants, unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper, just enough to take out his cock, realizing that it’s a little bit bigger than you thought.

He’s fully hard, hot and heavy at touch, already dripping beads of pre cum, twitching notoriously when you run a finger over his prominent veins and sensitive pink tip.

You wrap a hand around his thick cock, pumping it slowly, and then you feel it, his warm mouth licking and sucking one of your nipples, making you gasp at the delicious sensation.

“Master, please” you whine, unable to resist more teasing.

“Please what, pretty girl?” Luke asks as he moves a hand between your legs, pushing your shorts to the side to explore your wet folds with two of his fingers. “Use your words.”

“I need you to fuck me already, please. I’ll be good, i promise. ”

You have no idea how he’s still calm and collected while being jacked off, and you’re there, being a total mess as his fingers barely stimulate your sensitive clit.

But he enjoys it nonetheless, smiling at the way you’re shivering at his touch, begging for more.

“Who am i to deny you, hm? go ahead and take what you want” he says, stopping his ministrations on you before leaning back, licking his own fingers to have a taste of your sweet juices.

You get off his lap, hurriedly getting rid of your shorts, and then straddle him again, this time guiding his cock to your entrance, slowly sinking down on it, whining as he splits you open so nicely.

Luke grunts when he feels you too, so tight and warm around him, squeezing your soft ass with his hands as a distraction to not cum in that exact moment.

“You’re too big, master” you say shyly, holding on to his broad shoulders. “I don’t think i can take it all.”

“Yes, i know you can” he answers, gripping your hips to push you down, sinking deeper into your cunt until he’s fully sheathed inside.

You could swear he’s all the way up to your guts, but you tough it out, fulfilling your promise of being good for him. And once you get somewhat adjusted to it, you start moving your hips at a steady pace.

Your mouths find each other again, kissing sloppily as you ride him, with his hands on your waist and yours tugging at his now disheveled greyish hair.

A minute later, you’re bouncing on his cock, just like one of those pornstars that you used to watch on the holo-net, letting out obscene moans when you feel him hit that soft spot inside you over and over.

The squelching noises are also pretty loud, your arousal being enough to take him easily, causing a creamy ring to appear on the base of his cock, slowly dripping down his balls.

It feels too good. Both of you are already close to your orgasms, drunk on each other, chasing your own releases, getting messy, rough, and absolutely nasty.

“Cum for me, love, come on” Luke says with a raggedy voice, using his gloved thumb to rub your clit, bucking his hips to fuck you harder.

The way he’s ramming into you, stretching out your tight hole, and his fast movements on your bundle of nerves are enough to make you come undone.

Without a warning you clench hard around him, moaning his name as you squirm and dig your nails on his black clothes, almost euphoric on the immense pleasure he just gave you.

Luke follows right after, releasing with a deep grunt, twitching hard inside your tight heat while he spills his seed as deep as he can, stuffing you full of hot sticky cum, not caring about the consequences.

After that, you go limp on his arms, riding the last waves of bliss, with your cunt still spasming around his softening cock, just hiding your blushed face on the crook of his neck while hearing his heavy breathing.

What you just did was out of the Jedi code, but neither of you regret it, specially not him, who had been dreaming for a moment like this since the first time he saw you on your home planet, so beautiful, young and innocent.

“Luke? am i really your favorite student?” you ask him in a low voice, exhausted and already sleepy.

“Yes. And my favorite girl too” He answers kindly, running a hand along your bare back.

Those words are enough to make a stupid smile appear on your lips, happy to hear him say what you’ve been longing for years, finally closing your eyes as you rest your head on his shoulder and your fingers trace at his black robes, not taking much to fall asleep like that, with your bodies still connected.

And even though you’re on a planet with a hot weather, it gets a little chilly at night, so Luke wraps his cloak around your exposed body.

He swore to protect you forever since you became his padawan, didn’t he?… so now more than ever he’s going to take care of you, it doesn’t matter if he needs to fight a damn exogorth to keep you safe.

But, in this moment, he only needs to let you rest and keep you warm, preventing you from catching a cold. Just holding you close as the stars shine in the dark midnight sky.

#luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker fanfiction #luke skywalker smut #star wars smut #star wars fanfiction

[dc418writes]

•Baby’s First Hanukkah•

✨Pairing✨: Ari Levinsonxblack!reader

Summary🪄: A surprise visit leads to an emotional first day of Hanukkah (Operation:Rekindle addition)

⚠️: Ari (😏….y’all know lol), bit of angst in this one, fluff, mention of pregnancy

A/N🎙️: ✨Happy belated Hanukkah and Merry belated Christmas to those who celebrated! And Happy Holidays to everyone who doesn’t celebrate✨! I intended this to be out wayy earlier but here we are lol also I hope the explanation I have for Hanukkah is correct, but if there’s something I need to change please let me know☺️

*Disclaimer!: although collage was made by me, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found on Pinterest*

“Not celebrating Christmas?,” your mother asks with arms crossed and a raised perfectly arched brow. Clearly not pleased with the words that just slipped past your lips.

“I didn’t say that. I just said we’re not gonna make it to the party this year. We wanna stay in and be with ourselves instead you know? We’ll still come Christmas Day.”

“Which is perfectly fine,” your father interjects before your mother could say anything more. “Right Tori?”

You knew this would happen. It’s exactly why you planned to call her the night before with your fool proof excuse of having caught a stomach bug and needing to stay in. No one would get hurt and you could freely spend that evening with Ari. Plus you wouldn’t have to dance around the actual reason you were skipping your family’s annual Christmas soirée.

However, your mother’s perfect timing and knack for pop up visits sent that down the river in a fiery pile of ashes.

“Well, could’ve fooled me with all the Hanukkah decorations and lack of Christmas tree,” she retorts waving her hand back and forth emphasizing the decorations you already set.

“I still have to put it up,” you answer focused on making sure the menorah was properly centered on the island. Or maybe it’d look better on the other table? “And, as I’ve told you before, Ari is Jewish. So these decorations are for him, and to make it feel like his place just as much as it is mine.”

“Mm..and where is Mr. Ari so he can help?”

“He’s still sleeping-,”

“And leaving you with all the work.” A humorless “tuh” huffs from Tori’s lungs as she turns towards your father. “Some boyfriend huh Howard?”

“He was up late studying,” you state finally facing your parents standing in your living room. Your facial muscles working overtime trying to keep your annoyance and anger hidden.

Unknown to you, Ari was wide awake on the other side of the wall in your bedroom hearing every word since your parents stepped over the threshold. Heartbeat already elevated on where this conversation would go.

“Look, I know you’re in love with him-,”

“Tori,” your father tries to warn, but you both knew nothing was stopping her.

“But that doesn’t mean you have to do everything together. Couples can have separate lives sweet girl.”

“I know, and we do-,”

“So it’s settled then! You’ll rightly be with us, you’re family, for Christmas as usual and he’ll be with his,” she smiles. “Which then leaves New Years for you two spending time together.”

Ari didn’t have to be out there to know you were growing frustrated. He could already see your jaw tick and nostrils slightly flare. Feel the heat radiate from your skin to the surrounding air.

“Ari’s my family too.”

“Yea you’re close, but-,”

“No, because he’s my husband,” you reveal in a flurry of words; exasperated with the idea of this conversation continuing.

“That’s sweet of you to claim him for your future-,”

“I’m not talking about the future mom, I mean now! We..we got married in July. At the courthouse.”

Unsurprisingly, there’s a long silence as your parents stand blinking at you. Their expressions unreadable and solely trained on you even when Ari quietly strides by your side in his college tee and sweats.

Your mother’s eyes eventually drift to your hand where your ring prettily sat on your finger. It was simple with just a single diamond that some would consider small, but it was all you needed. And you loved that ring because of the man that gave it to you.

“So that’s not a promise ring like you said,” she calmly states. Everyone around could feel her rising anger though.

“Well technically it is. Just for a..legally binding promise,” you nervously smile. It quickly falls at the sight of their disappointment. “This wasn’t how I wanted to tell you.”

“After five months it seems like you weren’t planning to tell us at all Y/N!”

Ari desperately wanted to come to your rescue and try to calm everyone, but what could he really say to help? He’s tried before when he felt your mother was being too tough on you while in school scolding you on what you should be doing and when. How you needed to be putting yourself out there in as many clubs and organizations as you could to network and possibly get an internship. Maybe even a job right out of college.

“She’s doing really well and always trying her best Mrs. Y/L/N,” he states standing across your mother on the opposite side of the kitchen island. However, she’s more concerned with perfecting the cake batter in front of her than to look him in the eyes. “I-I get you want the best for her-,”

“Exactly, I want the best for my daughter as any parent does their child,” she calmly replies - scarily calm in fact - lifting her head to finally meet his nervous blues. “Something I know you wouldn’t fully understand seeing as though you have no children. Correct?”

“Right..”

“So until that day comes- actually no, even if that day comes, I suggest you refrain from trying to suggest how I parent my daughter. Understood Ari?”

Nervously shifting from one foot to the other, he agrees with a quiet, “Understood,” and a slight tip of his head before his presence is ignored once again by your now sweetly humming mother.

Since then, he’s kept his interactions with her short - and she’s pretty much done the same on her end.

“I’ll be in the car,” she says after the most tense moment of silence any of them had ever experienced.

“Mom I’m sorry.” Your apology falls on deaf ears as she continues forward striding through the door and letting it slam with a loud thud that rattled the wall. “She hates me.”

“No she doesn’t,” your father sighs stepping close enough to give your shoulder a sympathetic squeeze. “Neither of us could ever hate you. We’re just hurt.”

A lone tear falls as he places a kiss to your temple and you feel your heart ache. You knew the consequences of your actions all those months ago as you stood hand in hand with Ari in front of the judge. Nothing could have prepared you for actually having to endure those consequences though.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of mom sweet pea. We’ll see you guys on Christmas,” he painfully smiles before making his way out the door as well.

But not without Ari close on his heels catching him halfway down the wooden steps outside your door.

“Mr. Y/L/N it’s my fault. I’m the one who brought up the idea of getting married,” Ari admits with guilt etched into his strong features. “Be more upset with me than you are with her.”

Your father can’t help the small smile that forms on his lips at your husband’s attempt to make things right. Since their first meeting, he could see how he’d gladly do whatever was needed to make you happy. How protective he was and completely enamored by everything that was you. It warmed his heart that you found someone who loved you possibly just as much as he did.

He realized then his prayer for you to be taken care of by a good man had been answered.

“Ari this is no one’s fault, alright? You both are grown, so if you want to get married you have every right. As far as us though, that’s our little girl who we dreamed of walking down the aisle and giving away. Gifting her with a big wedding where we could all celebrate that next stage of life with her and her husband. To not even be invited or told beforehand what was gonna happen it’s..,” he sighs briefly letting his eyes wander trying to find the right words, “it’s as if someone slapped us right across the face before the punch to the gut.”

Ari’s face falls in shame putting himself in the older man’s shoes. Of course he didn’t regret marrying you, but looking back he should’ve pushed more for you to be open with your parents. To not be afraid of their reaction and firm in that this was your decision.

Instead, he went along with your promise of telling them later so clouded by the joy and excitement of being wed to the love of his life.

“It might sound dramatic, but if you decide to have children you’ll understand.”

“No, I-I get it..and I’m sorry.”

Your father nods appreciatively, “Just give us some time son. We’ll be okay.”

Son. That was a good sign right?

“Happy Hanukkah Ari. And take care of my baby girl.”

“Of course sir,” he smiles. “Thank you.”

With a final wave goodbye, he watches your father descend the steps joining your mother in the running car; definitely still upset from the scowl twisting her face as she gazed out the passenger window.

He can hear your sniffles as he re-enters the linen scented space quickening his feet until he can sit next to you on the couch rubbing circles in your back and kissing your forehead.

“That’s definitely not what I wanted you to wake up to,” you half heartedly chuckle wiping your watery eyes.

“Hey don’t worry about that. I’m just sorry I even put you in the situation in the first place when I brought up getting married at the courthouse.”

Your fingers find his jaw softly scratching the bit of scruff lining it as you carefully shift to sit in his lap. “It was still my decision though. And yes I should’ve told them sooner..but I wouldn’t change how and when we got married,” you smile leaving two kisses, sweet as honey, on his lips. A beat of comfortable silence falls over the two of you while he holds you close to his chest gently rocking back and forth. Both of you taking in the sounds of birds and children outside for a few minutes as he occasionally pecks your temple and your heartbeats mold into a similar rhythm.

“Now,” you begin, sitting up to clear your face of any remaining streaks and tears, “I distinctly remember you promising to teach me all about Hanukkah. And cook me every dish until my stomach feels like it’s gonna pop.”

“Sweetheart, it’s okay you don’t-,”

“A promise is a promise Ari!,” you dramatically state with a poke to his well built chest making his lips curl in a light chuckle. “Plus I want to. Like I said you’re my family too, and I wanna learn and explore everything about you.”

When he thought he couldn’t love you any more than he already did, there you were adorably making him fall even harder.

“Okay…so there was once a king named Antiochus, who ruled over Syria and lived outside of Israel. Now this king was horrible and so absorbed with himself, he ordered everyone in the countries he conquered to worship the Gods he did and abandon their usual practices. Eventually, he made his way to Israel where he enforced that order on the Jews and even went as far as commanding his soldiers to destroy our temples if the people weren’t willing to convert them. Unfortunately, this included the most beautiful of them that was in Jerusalem.”

Your attention stayed glued on the man with his arms around you, looking up with an adoring smile to see his eyes sparkle and how his lips moved filling your living room with a deep voice full of passion and animation. You didn’t have to ask to know he was the favorite among his little cousins for storytelling.

“Some followed the king’s orders to avoid trouble, but there were others, like Judah Maccabee, who stood up to him. He and his brothers formed an army to go against Antiochus and the Syrian army to take back their home and free his people from the king’s rule. They were outnumbered, I’m talking like middle schoolers up against a professional team, but they won! They reclaimed Jerusalem and everyone was thrilled, however when they entered the temple in Jerusalem, everything was ruined. The floor was cracked, gold pitchers tarnished, and most importantly, there was no oil to light the menorah. They found a little while cleaning up, but knew it’d only last through the night. Instead though, they were surprised to watch it stay lit for eight days and nights, which they took as a sign that God was with them. So in remembrance of that miracle and our own reminder of how God is always with us, we light a candle on the menorah each night for eight total nights. Plus we spend time with family, eat food, and play games as part of our complete Hanukkah celebration,” Ari smiles brushing a loose curl behind your ear. “Didn’t bore you too much did I?”

“Of course not. I loved it honey.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you peck his lips before nuzzling your face against his warm skin taking in his wood and sage cologne. “I can’t wait until you get to tell it to our kids.”

“Me either, but we still got a good while for that beautiful.”

“Or..it might come sooner than you think..”

“Maybe,” he shrugs.

“Like this summer,” you add being met with silence as you felt his head tilt. Something he tended to do when in thought or confused.

Gently lifting you from his chest, the sight of you nervously biting your lip is all the answer he needs as his expression morphs from confused to disbelief and finally shock. “B-But wait..how- when-?”

“Halloween and our um after party when we left your cousin’s. I’m nearly two months so I just did the math in my head and figured.” Thinking back, he remembers how both of you seemed to be unable to keep your hands off the other as soon as you walked through your apartment door. Him being in some type of hypnotic, aroused trance after watching you play with his toddler cousins and you after just seeing him with his family period. How you couldn’t wait to give him one of his own.

“I-I know it’s not part of our plan right now, especially with you in grad school and me figuring out my stuff-,”

“But it’s okay. We got this.” You hadn’t realized you were crying until you feel his thumb brush along your cheeks. Having kept your stress hidden for all this time, and what happened with your parents earlier, it was probably time to get your emotions out whether you wanted to or not.

“I just hope I live long enough to meet little bug,” he chuckles pressing his nose to your cheek before resting his forehead on yours. “You know your parents are definitely gonna kill me when they find out.”

“They won’t, but if they try I’ll just stand in front of you. They wouldn’t hurt the pregnant lady carrying their grandchild.”

“We might need to be handcuffed together for the rest of your pregnancy then.”

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[theultimaterealitysurfer]

🧚‍♂️✨🌿🍂🍄Magical Forest DR Script🍄🍂🌿✨🧚‍♂️

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• [ First Name: Cosmo ] • • [ Middle Name: None ] • • [ Last Name: None ] • • [ Species: Fairy ] • • [ Age: 120 ] •

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• [ Pronouns: He/It/Xe/They ] • • [ Gender Identity: Genderfluid Genderflux Enby TransGuy ] • • [ Romantic Orientation: Aromantic ] • • [ Sexual Orientation: Myrsexual (Neurosexual, Nebulasexual, and Merosexual) ] • • [ Other Orientation(s): Ambiamorous; Homoalterous; Omniqueerplatonic; Panexteramo; Pansensual; Panaesthetic ] •

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• [ Parent(s): None ] • • [ Sibling(s): None ] • • [ Other Family Member(s): None ] • • [ Partner(s): Darcy ] • • [ Best Friend(s): None ] • • [ Friend(s): Everyone ] •

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• [ Description: Human-sized fairy; 7’0”; Dark brown horns that curve downwards; Huge wings that look like luna moth wings; Pale fair skin; Clear skin; Oval face; Lean, masculine/muscular body; Brown eyes; Round spectacles; Pointed ears; Top and bottom surgery scars ] • • [ Style: Shirts and trousers made of silks spun by Fire Spiders and leaves woven by beavers; Silver, casual armor pieces made by Centaurs; Necklaces, earrings, and rings made of stars and the finest jewels, gifted to me by the Centaurs and Dwarves; A necklace of a half moon ] • • [ Personality: Same as in my CR ] • • [ Abilities (natural and learned): Elemental Manipulation; Potion-making; Antidote-making ] •

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• [ Personal Items: Several Potions for wounds, stomachaches, headaches, and other illnesses; A small painting of Darcy ] • • [ Extra: Hate does not exist; War does not exist; Humans do not exist; Everything is 100% peaceful and harmonious; There are no enemies; Every magical being is immortal; I am immortal; No one dies; There is nothing to give anybody, myself included, any type of emotional, verbal, physical, or psychological trauma; Darcy and I both are expert climbers and know how to make medicinal potions; Darcy and I both speak every language and can communicate with animals; There is no such thing as transphobia, homophobia, acephobia, arophobia, queerphobia, sexism, racism, etc.; Darcy and I both cannot and do not grow bored of being in the forest, although we can become bored; Darcy and I both know how to weave baskets, bracelets, and necklace cords; Darcy and mine’s wings glow in the dark; Darcy and I can’t get bug bites, poison ivy, poison oak, etc.; It never gets too hot, but every plant, flower, tree, etc. that needs hot weather in CR can survive and thrive without that heat in this DR; Nothing dies or goes away and can thrive and strive when winter comes; All wildlife are friendly to Darcy and I ] •

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• [ Our Place (Mine’s and Darcy’s) ] •

Darcy and I live in a gigantic tree. It’s not by the ground, but a little more than half way up. There is one bed, a side table, a couch, a “kitchen”, and an art area. The furniture is made from sturdy branches and vines, and moss and leaves as cushioning. Nothing rots. Darcy hung up tons of strings of dried glowing mushrooms, so there’s always light in there. There’s also tons of glass jars of immortal fireflies, too, so that adds light. Plus, we also have a few giant luminous mushrooms growing in there, either from the walls or in pots. We have several plants in pots all over, most of them sitting on the sturdy mushroom caps growing from the walls. It’s covered in moss and ferns, and we have to trim it often. The art area is a small corner that is splattered with paint and pollen. The paint is made from ground leaves, petals, and roots. Darcy mostly makes the paint since it’s his expertise. We have lots of shelves that we nailed into the walls using some handmade nails made by the Dwarves. We keep dried foods, canned foods (in jars), and our knickknacks on them, as well as the natural luminous mushrooms that grow out of the walls everywhere. 

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• [ Magical Beings That Live In The Forest ] •

• [ Wood Nymphs: ancient, beautiful and youthful tree women, who keep the forest flourishing and who like to dance with the Fauns ] •

• [ Fauns: half human, half goat people, who enjoy playing musical instruments such as flutes and harps, and dancing around bonfires at night, and collecting honey and berries ] •

• [ Centaurs: half human, half horse beings who are incredibly intelligent and are master astronomers ] •

• [ Dwarves: short fat people, who always have beards, and are very good with gems and mining ] •

• [ Fairies: small to human-sized horned and winged beings who are known to be mischievous and are expert climbers and potion masters ] •

• [ Giants: gigantic people who live in caves or under particularly large trees and by very large pools of water, they are incredibly good at fishing and are very friendly ] •

• [ Orphinki (an original creature made by me!!!): small beautiful dragon-like creatures who are usually wise and live in hammocks in most trees ] •

• [ Dragons: giant lizard-like creatures with wings and venomous spit, they are gorgeous and shiny and sweet and nice and are known to be lovable and gentle to all ] •

• [ Water Nymphs: ancient, beautiful elegant water women who love to dance with the water fairies and spirits ] •

• [ The Four Spirits: water, fire, earth, and wind are the four spirits, and they’re friendly little curious things that are everywhere and nowhere at the same time, sometimes they transform into a specific form, but most times they are simply there in the water or in the fire or in the ground or in the wind ] •

• [ Griffins: half bird, half lion beings that love swooping around under the trees and herding flocks of birds ] •

• [ Mermaids: half human, half fish people who live in the many pools in the forest, they sing beautifully and love to braid water nymphs’ hair ] •

• [ Wisps: glowing beings that mimic the forms of others, they’re friendly and curious little creatures that are as ancient as the Earth and know far more many things than you may realize, usually they take the form of stags or rabbits, but when they are interacting with someone specifically, they’ll usually mimic them ] •

• [ Pixies: tiny, mischievous fairy-like beings, who are all purple, indigo, and dark blue, they are known to play pranks and gang up with dwarves and fauns for a game of fun ] •

• [ Elves: tall, elegant and beautiful human-like immortal people, with long curving horns coming from their heads and pointed ears, they usually wear either silks and jewels, or leaves, moss, and acorn jewelry ] •

• [ Flying Horses: large, beautiful horses with huge feather wings, come in all colors, and are known to be very friendly, they love flying in between trees and searching for a nice clearing to lay and roll in, Elves usually are seen riding or befriending them ] •

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• [ Some Wildlife ] •

White-tail deer

Reindeer

Butterflies

Dragon-flies

Beetles 

Tigers

Lions

Bears

Honey Bees

Bumble-bees 

Rabbits

Hedgehogs

Birds 

Trout

Bass

Moths

Foxes 

Snakes

Worms

Isopods

Horses

Raccoons

Monkeys

Leopards

Owls

Mice

Rats

Frogs

Snails

Insects of all kinds 

Tortoises

Turtles 

+ tons more

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• [ General Description of The Forest ] •

• [ An endless forest, full of magical beings, underground caves, clear water pools, huge to tiny trees, and animals of all kinds, all living in peace together, totally harmonious. ] •

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• [ Me in this DR (Picrew Form) ] •

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[arcanemoxhi]

✨My Firelight 💚

Vi x Fem Reader!

//✨Short Story✨//

Warning: fluff, cuddles, rekindled love, reuniting, emotional, first kisses, embraces

"V-Vi...? Is that really you...?"

You stand in your room in the firelights tree. You exhale sharply as you watch your childhood friend stand and stare back at you. You know you didn't drink any alcohol and you're not sleepy to be hallucinating. Your body shivers as you gaze at your now grown friend. You move from your desk as you slowly walks over. Ekko stands behind Vi, but he eventually leaves for this tender moment for you two.

You hear Vi exhale in relief and you can visibly see her beginning to tear up. The last thing she can remember from her childhood that brought her happiness is still here. Vi drops her head and begins to sob a little. You hurry over to cup her face and make her look at you. "hey, hey. I'm here, I'm right here," your heart beats faster knowing that you are touching Vi once again. Vi smiles as she sniffs, she wraps her arms around your waist effectively pulling you closer. Her face buried into your neck as she just takes you in. You embrace her back tighter. This is a great moment and a great break for you both. You start to smile and laugh as you embrace her in. "Look at you, so tall and shit," Your comment earned you a laugh from Vi. Vi moves her head to look at you. "What can I say? I gotta grow big and strong, right?" You laugh a bit excited, you know this is real and you haven't felt happiness like this in a long ass time. Vi's hands still rest on your hips as your hands cup her neck. You trace her tattoos. "You like them, (Y/N)?" Vi hummed as she nuzzles your hand on her neck. "yeah, I like them a lot." You smile as you get closer to her by Vi's efforts. Vi smiles as she lifts you high up and spins you around. Vi pulls you back down as you laugh a bit uncontrollably. It reminded you when she bench press you to prove to you that she could. She adores your hyper laughter and will do anything to make you happy. Once Vi pulls you back to her, she gives you a kiss on your cheek. This was just a bold move made out of excitement. You two kinda stare into each other's eyes with bright red cheeks after Vi set you down on the ground. The brawler is fidgeting her hands and scratching her head all nervous at her actions.

"I-I uh.. I just got, y'know how.. Uhm..." Vi is trying gather her words from malfunctioning. You stop her halfway by gripping her red leather jacket with a kiss on the lips. Vi accepts with no problem applying pressure back. You two share your first kiss and it was a magical moment for you two.

Vi wanted to kiss more, but you needed to breathe so you moved back, and Vi held your face. You pant a little for oxygen so was Vi. Vi smiled at you, "there goes my first kiss." You giggle at Vi. "Yeah, same here." Vi grins as she picks you up and wrap your legs around her waist.

"well look at you being a little firelight, huh? My little Firelight~" Vi puts on your couch as she gives you more romantic kisses. She sits next to you and you immediately lay on her. She laughs as she holds you close, just like when you were younger. Ekko knew you two would eventually date each other, but he is upset knowing it took this damn long.

A/N: idk thought it was cute, could always use some sfw but got some smut coming out and working on Knight x Princess Reader Part 2!!

#arcane vi #vi x reader #arcane #vi x you #vi x y/n

[brandyy0moss]

What are your favourite aus/headcanons for hermits that have kind of fallen out of popularity or weren't really popular to start with - for instance, watcher!Grian wouldn't count, but, idk, phantom!Grian would.

Hope this is the sort of question you were asking for?

What a great question! I’m gonna have to come back if I think of more but here are the ones I can think of

I really enjoy meremaid/man Scar where people have turned his breathing channel into a way for him to breath on land as well as his wheelchair for moving on land- it probably came from aqua Scar but I haven’t seen it very much so 👁 👁 artists

I’ve only seen dragon Mumbo once- but I love the idea of his volt being his special stash and he took a long long nap in there during his break

As well as stiffyck’s enderman Mumbo- I might even have to drop my vampire Mumbo for that headcannon it’s so charming, especially with ender man’s obsession with grass blocks translating into him carrying Scar around all the time (my hc being that Scar is a walking plant)

I’ve been drawing that hc since forever- and other people started drawing the same thing with him growing flowers based on his emotions during Scars tree elf ark- I adored seeing it! Though it’s sort of calmed down now (the plant part) so if anyone want to bring back scars head of flowers please indulge!

I really like all Grian headcannons, but when ever I see any that aren’t him being bird related I love to stare, not that there’s anything wrong with bird Grian, I draw him like that too it’s just very popular- I can’t think of much enough but someone drew Cod Grian and mwah ✨

I don’t know if this one isn’t popular but I adore alien Pearl, need I say more.

Thank you for the question! It was fun to ramble

#brandy induced rambles #goodtimeswithscar #grian #Mumbo jumbo #pearlescentmoon #headcannons

[lycheeteeni]

✨✨✨

Cosmic Dance

⭐️💫✨🌙 🌖

In the dance of love, a delicate sway,

Two souls entwined in night and day.

A push and pull, a tender flow,

In this symphony, emotions aglow.

Like waves upon a moonlit shore,

Hearts retreat, then seek for more.

A push away, a gentle breeze,

Yet drawn back in, like leaves to trees.

In the garden of love, emotions bloom,

With fragrant roses, banishing gloom.

A push, a pull, a delicate play,

In the tapestry of night and day.

Embraced by stars, in the velvet sky,

Two hearts entwine, never asking why.

A push and pull, a cosmic dance,

Guided by fate, in sweet romance.

Through twists and turns, the journey wends,

With each push, a pull attends.

Yet in the end, when all is said,

Love remains, a timeless thread.

So let the push and pull ensue,

For in the dance, our love is true.

With every ebb and every flow,

Our hearts entwine, forever to grow.

JI

04-03-24

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[dreamsofminnie]

“500 years... And not once did I forget you.”

{Dainsleif x Reader} Part 1

Part 2 <(Link will be open once its posted

Summary-> These centuries, these years apart. Khaenri’ah was cold but your heart felt much colder. The forgivable sin Dainsleif left had left imprinted deeply into your flesh. Then why do you feel this overbearing longing for his pressence once again? Years of therapy, self-reflection, and vividly horrid night terrors; couldn’t stop this ache when you lay eyes upon him once more.

Notes-> This took several months to write and plan </3 Originally for my bestie for her birthday but I thinks it’s too well written to not share. I hope you like this lighthearted, horror+mystery, a lil comfort, then hurt & angst—in that order <3 @wraitingyou

Taglist Open to anyone✨

Tags-> DainsleifxReader, Angst, Slow burn, We die in vain, mystery, genocide, Tighnari, Alhaitham, Reader is from Khaenri’ah, Khaenri’ah lore, reader is from Khaenri’ah, repressed memory, the cataclysm | fall of Khaenri’ah, pre-cataclysm Khaenri’ah, mutual pining, childhood friends, hurt no comfort, pain and suffering, angst and humour, slight gore, horror, body horror, decimation, the abyss, abyss order, reader is not traveler, betrayal, Rhinedottir, mentions of alternate universe, comfort, pining, fluff to angst, implied/referenced character death, genshin plot, Royal guard Dainsleif, reader was a royal guard, nostalgia, suffering, harsh language, heartbreak, no love, delusional dreams real, memory lost, regaining memories

Word Count-> 5.6k

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“See you later! Have a safe trip, except for you Wanderer. I hope you trip on your way out and get buried under.” Running farther away from your friend and the pest, you had really prayed for your dear friend’s safety with that gremlin of a puppet.

The inn you all were staying at was starting to get less packed with the huge rainstorm passing. Sumeru surely was a rainforest of region, much more comforting out of all the places you have traveled so far.

Faint drips of rain plopped onto the windows. Soothing yet setting for a melancholy atmosphere. Not that it’s needed, you don’t ever get sappy for anything.

“Therapy session for this month check. Controlled anger issues check. Resistance in making crude jokes.. hnn, check i guess.” I should be good for another few months…”

“I must prepare to leave early tomorrow morning.” Diving into bed is the best parts of the day. No need to waste energy on minuscule thoughts.

Except, innsomnia is a tired person's worst literal nightmare.

“Agh, the kitchen would be closed at this time of the night. Snacks are a nope. Fresh air then, stars are always mesmerizing, maybe they can hypnotize me to sleep.” Irritation laced your words, not thinking much of them.

Curse the devil for allowing innsomnia.

Slipping into a coat you walk out your room and onto the large public balcony.

The inn you were staying at was in the main Sumeru city. Twisted into the tree trunk, the rooms carved into the tree while the balcony stuck out with marble flooring. The usual white spiral ramps gave the inn exits either going up or down.

Though to you, Sumeru is one of the nicest places to enjoy scenery. Aesthetic in all ways. The stars this night didn't fall flat of this statement.

Truly

Something to admire

Or

Something forgotten

Leaning on the balcony railings the gentle breeze took some leaves for flight and your eyes followed suit.

Till they landed on a silhouette standing ten feet away looking in the opposite direction. His back was broad and he stood tall. His hair paled much more in the moonlight and clothes rustled with each growing breeze. The breeze acted like it was setting a mood as it grew a bit harsher.

A twinge in your nerves caused you to walk towards him.

Strange emotion pileing up for this unknown man.

Then it dropped.

You couldn’t believe you thought that was someone who would stir such emotions. Your head thought it was a person your heart has longed for. But a person you have no idea of. Who? Who did you think it was?

Thinking now, the breeze wouldn’t be able to set a mood even if someone were to sober it. Not that there needs to be mood setting.

“Don’t you have a home and a broke man to accommodate to.” Snarky remarks at 4am is exactly what a man needs to hear to crawl back home. Except it doen’t work on pricks.

“And what pleasantries do we have here.” He taunted and turned around his face cold as ever.

“I don’t understand your feeble scholar upgraded language. Shut the fuck up. My insomnia can’t handle pricks.” Alhaitham closed his thick study books and used it to tilt your chin up.

You were standing two steps apart. Well, one step for him since long legs and all.

“Tighnari has smelling herbs for insomnia. Did your puny brain not tell you of that prick either.” You huff and push his book straight back into his chest. “Unlike you. He is much more welcome in my bubble of friendship. Dried up cactuses don’t get a say in my life.”

Alhaitham tucks the book under his arms and turns towards the ramp going down. “Then I guess this dried up cactus will fuck off as you said.” He took five steps before slightly turning back at you.

“Insomnia herb. Get it tommorrow.”

Then he disappeared from view.

“What the fuck. He sounded like he ordered one for me already?! I’ll make sure he didn’t tomorrow morning. Hhuu. That exchange made me exhausted.” With groggy eyes you drag your feet back into the inn.

Upon entering your room once again, you hit the sack faster than you took off your bulky coat.

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“AAUUCK!! fak.” You bolted up. These Sumeru bed’s are truly something. Though there were sheets and blankets for comfort, the main part of the bed has grass and leaves atop the wooden base inside. They leave you pretty sore for people who have never slept on a hard surface like these.

You groaned and rubbed your eyes.

“Time to get that medicine i guess. And check out of the Inn.”

“Archons bless you Tighnari. Lifesaverr, your the bestt!!” You placed all the stuff he gave you into your travel bag securely.

“No problem. Those should be able to last you for a month or more. Just as you don’t overdo your state.” He crossed his arms in a knowing stare.

You avoid his eyes, then recalled an annoying swirling voice in your head. “When did you prepare this for me..?”

“I really hope it’s not…-”

“He put in the order.”

“HOW THE FUCK! When did that bastard get the time to message you in that short time I talked to him yesterday night?! What is he watching my every move or something. creepy.”

“Creep sent a messenger bird late at night.” Your bewildered and irritated sigh battled your disgust to fight him right now. So you settled with another direction. Slapping a piece of paper on the floor you scribbled a rushed “thank you” letter.

“Please send this to Alhaitham the creep, as my condolences to his creepy ways.” You mocked his formal speech and handed Tighnari the piece of paper with a drawing.

“What the fuck.” Tighnari stared at the drawing in dumfoundedness and a slight tinge of amusement if this was sent.

“It counts as two things, see? One could represent a middle finger then the other…well, those two spherical structures are the things he doesn't have. He doesn't have those to fight me" (balls to fight me)

“I wish I could see his reaction to this then. I guess I’ll send it to him for you.” You smiled to Tighnari in gratitude. You could always count on your sassy gay friend.

“But anyways, don’t you have to get going, it’s reaching noon soon.” Tighnari looked in the sky and back towards you.

“Ah! Of course of course… Hiking is the most terrible sport…can’t believe people do this for fun.”

Tighnari crosses his arms and moved along with his wight shift, deadpanned. “I do that for a job. Get used to it, hiker.” Pointed his thumb towards the hills.

“Sheesh. Well then I’m heading off. Thank you for the weed, bye bye.”

You could hear a loud bewildered huff merged with a laugh, while you ran off.

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By the time you reached the edge of Fontaine the sky grew dark. Good thing Tighnari suggested you take one of his makeshift tents. Inns won't be available on the outskirts of the city so it will take a while to hike further.

Light rain hit the tent in pitter patters. Soothing.

You take the paper package of the medicinal herbs out. “Ah. How did he tell me to make this again? Where’s the ball.” Rummaging through your bag you took out an incense ball. A similar one to what Tighnari has but yours was darker in tone and in dull blue and black.

You hung the ball from a short wire off the ground. Opened the top and sprinkled in half a handful of the herb. It closed shut and you shook it around a few times. A bit of water from your bottle was tossed in this concoction. The incense ball’s scent soon filled the tent.

“So fast and effective..” A yawn already erupted from your mouth.

Droplets of rain. Therapeutic.

✨

The tent folded back and incense packed you headed off once again.

To the heart of Fontaine.

You really were getting tired of inns. The amount of money you have was starting to lack. You pondered if you should just take some simple requests from small villages along the way. You gain money, and they gain help.

You nodded to yourself and paraded to nearby villages.

You followed a pathway toward the houses keeping your eyes aware of anyone that seemed in need of help.

A man standing a few feet away seemed distressed while he paced back and forth anxiously.

Your curiosity peeked as you came closer. “Hello sir. Are you okay? You seemed terribly stressed” You heard that Fontaine was a place of formalities so speaking the part was no problem.

The man hurriedly looked up expectantly. “Are you perhaps a mercenary?! You’ve got to help! Oh, it’s a hell of a mess!! He’s-he might die. Surely will pass away! Theft, murder, moronic fool!!”

You lower his arms from flailing around in erratic movements in his panicked stupor. “Uh. I’m not quite catching up sir..” You would have thought it would take much more just to get a request.

The middle-aged man gulped in large breaths to smooth his emotional turmoil.

“My cousin, Guillaume, has been recently been in debt as a treasure horder. He is quite skilled but truly reckless. He fought a bunch of Abyss mages that seemed to be in a middle of a ritual... Treasure of course was engraved in his skull. So when he picked up a heavy object from the scene, it made him crazed. He became hostile to every person who comes near him. Injured many. Not only that, but the occurrence enraged the abyss and he is getting hunted by the Fontaine police as well as the Abyss. From that, he started kidnapping people into his hideout and they too become crazed… I know I should trust the officials but.. their pride is too high to even adknowledge my input.”

He wasn't fidgety anymore and remained calm. This series of events seemed bothersome to you now. Too much work for you who just wanted some quick task. Intriguing of course, but eh.

“As well as the fact that the Fontaine officials were here moments ago and left as quickly. I was merely aggravated when a gentleman came by to ask questions about this incident. He hurried when I gave all my information on the location. I worry for the gentleman. I can’t help to stress. As well as…I know that Guillaume is deeply in dispair. He has this small window where he is sane and…He sent me a few letters..”

You took some time to ponder all the information. The abyss is after the man who stole something, the thing has changed him and everyone around it. They seem like they became, monstrous—ugh!

Your hand was deeply clenched at your scalp head throbbing so loudly and throat dry.

“Dear me! Are you alright!! Apologizes to the hefty load!” He hurriedly sat you down on a short stone fence and fetched water from the well a few feet away.

The sounds of splashing water seemed much more distant than 5 feet away.

‘It's so dizzy..’

Red fizzled and flashed in your head. Red flags that encouraged you forward. A terrible way to go but who knows. Maybe, just maybe, solving this can make those nightmares that lead to your insomnia go away. Bloodshed. The cause of why you see bloodshed in these nightmares has always bothered you so bad.

“…iel, Iel! Hello?! Are you well?! Drink drink, water” You release your tight hold on your head to take the large cup. The water was cool and slide down as a semblance of relief. The reflection mirrored your pained expression, your frowned. It was not a good look for you. But cracking jokes at this time, wasen’t wise.

“..thank you for the water. I don’t know what happened just now. But. I will help with this, for the gentleman and for your cousin. If he still can be helped…” The man relaxed at your conscious state and nodded.

“I will provide you more details.”

✨

Rest was not an option in this tight knit issue. Anything could formulate in the span of a whole minute. And your dread never faded the whole time you thought about this.

Let’s see, the man said Guillaume would take the villagers at midnight when the stars are high up. In the daytime, he isn’t crazed and sits in solitude in despair. He is responsible for dozens of people he has dragged.

You feel sickened. The letters you got to read by Guillaume were heart-wrenching and explicit. However, it could only be judged on the rule of the scene.

Some crucial details in the letters were his descriptions.

“The crystal shines so luminescently venomous.

It burns as well as attracts……

I can’t take it.

Please please. Hel 𝓹

Your leetrs that say you will save me from this hell is false!

The feel of gasoline ignites my fingers to my core.

Though I feel it welcome me……

The ghastly scars leave residue atop my skin. Horrific.

Black.

All ash

My vision has been narrowly obscured.

How I am able to pick up a pen is beyond my imagination.

Is my brain really intact?

Hah.

I think someone is comi. g into the room. Annoyance……

I think— I shut up their cries……

Do I-know them?

Haha…she is trying to plead with me……

She remi nd.s me of m. y wife..

FUCK. WHA T HAVE I DO Ne. SHE- *incomprehensible scribbles and a slight dried dampness*

The human has given in to the crystal how astounding……

Haha. Her screams have filled the room……

The stars are approaching. It will be time again…….

How thrilling……

A feast is due……

Ps. [___] power lets us fly too. Did you really think I used a carrier pigeon…….

Stars stay alight in farewell…….delight……”

The letter gave you the shivers. This was the third one that was sent. And out of all the three letters, this contained the most insanity inducing mentality. You highly doubt Guillaume will live a normal life after this concludes. Poor guy. Debt changes a person.

On the contrary, this bloodbath piques my interest. It’s not every day you get to investigate manslaughter. You feel like detective Heizou. No wonder he likes to run off towards danger.

Information about the gentleman assisting was only brief since I was to hurry to the site before the next day. “He was tall and built more alike a soldier. He also wore blue and black clothing. He never gave me his name…” Your thoughts had fiddled when he had told you, but a numbing pain seized your brain functions into hyper-focus.

You rub your temples, eyes focused on the route he marked on your map. Leg day has really been your everyday. Super exhausting.

Blood and skin drew ice as your breath hitched. Strangled cry, sharp inhale of breath, hands clawing at your neck and chin. Despair induced your vein. The scream intensified something inside you. Airways in the throat barely letting a breath passby. Water pools your eyes in distraught and pain. Glued to your spot, the ominous descending cave gurgled back shouts and thumps. Muttered curses escape as you try and hold your ground. Saliva formed in the clogged airways and raining down by your feet. This all felt like you were strangled, punched, and overall scoured all over, in charcoal.

If you had regretted anything in your sad life, it was this. Taking this commission. Talking to the distressed man. Stranger danger real. Regret for ever stopping by that village…and the regrets have only started.

The next thing you saw was pitch black.

************************

The weather these past few days has been horrid. Snow storm after the other piled the streets with 1 foot of snow. The roads and streets are accessible to your relief. How else would you be able to see your sweet boyfriend.

The chime of a café door rang as you entered hurriedly from the biting winds outdoors. You cupped your hands together and attempted to heat them up with your breath. The shop was quiet besides the old love songs and occasional emo rock songs playing from the speakers. Owl city was one of his most liked songs.

You perched on the counter ringing the small bell near the card scanner.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding—

“Okay. Okay, I hear every one of your calls Y/n.” He came out from the break room and leaned in from across the counter where you sat.

You smiled at Dainsleif. “How are you Dain! Was shoveling the snow all by your lonesome hard this morning?~”

He huffed. “It was fine. But next time you're accompanying me.” He grabbed your waist and dragged you over to the worker's side of the counter, swinging your legs around as well so you're still sitting.

“It’s still midday so let me make you a cup of something warm.”

You watch him, your elbow on your knee and chin in your palm. Dainsleif manages this café and is the best drink maker there is. He unintentionally shows off some skills when making them, that’s why many girls come here for the show. Not that he pays attention to.

“Kaeya has told me to indulge you in more romantic lines. Would you like to be humored?” Dainsleif brought the mixing bottle up to the side of his head and shook it thoroughly as a bartender would, while glancing up at you.

When he does that every time it makes you swoon on the inside just a little.

“Kaeya is a terrible influence. Which makes life more bearable.” You shoot Dain a small finger heart in which he stops for a while in confusion but recovers a few seconds after.

“What does it feel like to be the most gorgeous person in this room?” Dainsleif plops toppings into the drink, adding more of your favorite ones.

“Bleh, I’m the ONLY person in this whole building, try again.” You kick your legs a bit, secretly enjoying these terribly cheesy pickup lines he always stores for you.

“Hm. If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put U and I together.” He achieved a faint breathy laugh from you, you argued that it was just because it was so so old and overused.

He snapped the lid onto the steaming cup and walked back to you handing it over.

He hesitated on his next line as you blew on the liquid through the hole and took a nice warm sip. It melted your insides in warmth.

So did the pickup line.

“Just wondering if your lips taste as good as they look.” Dainsleif’s eyes were awkwardly averted, wondering how you would react.

But you sat there, mouth agape, ears flushed from the pickup line. “Didn’t expect that one.” You mumbled into the cup, eyes unfocused staring at your favorite toppings floating to the top.

Dain carefully placed both hands on either side of your thighs. “...it wasn’t answered.”

Your eyes tilt up from the drink sitting on your lips. “It wasn’t a question.”

Your rebuttal made Dain purse his lip, which you intensely stared at. “Then….may I kiss you?”

Your inner thoughts were racing, the reflex of wanting to push him away was itching, but the thought of a kiss sent you into a spiral. It’s not like you haven't kissed before, you have…a rare few times.

“Aha ha, ah uhm. Get out of that ugly sweater first then we’ll talk.” You jab one finger into his chest only pushing him away by a few inches.

Both of you are terrible at this romance thing that's why it's so awkward to initiate. You back out of close contact, and only stick to flirting, and he spews pickup lines he learns from Kaeya because he’s confused about love but also respects your boundaries. All your friends suffer seeing this awkward couple at group gatherings.

“What’s wrong with my sweater?” He pulls the sweater and looks down. He wore a black shirt and over that was a black-green-brown button-up sweater, adorned with pictures of owls, bears, acorns, trees, and bushes. Very nature-y for your star-loving boyfriend. But honestly, it looked like it was made for a grandpa on a chilly evening stroll.

“The nature documentary show would like its background back.” You wheeze at Dain’s blank-faced reaction, so done with you, but he’s never over you.

Dain gently sneaked a kiss on your cheek to satisfy himself with your stunned silence cutting off any jokes lining up your defense.

He backed away from the counter and took his jacket off a hook ready to depart with you. “Our friends are waiting. Let’s head out now, I bet they are frozen solid outside since I was supposed to supply the hot drinks.”

That caused you to snap back as you cackled at Hutao, Yelan, Heizou, Tighnari, and the rest, chilled to the bone buried in the deep snow. You latch onto Dainsleif’s sleeve slipping your hand into his warm pocket and holding his curled-up thumb and pointer finger. “Let’s go wifey! Onwards to the ice sculptures!!”

*********************

The darkness had enraptured you at every turn, you didn’t know if you were sitting down, laying down or even face down digging into the dark ground. Your senses were so hazed and really failed you more than normal today.

“I always knew this is what hell was like. Dark cold and numbing on my ass.” Your voice was meek and raspy but they held the same sharp tongue you brought.

A breath hitched when you spoke. So you weren’t alone, in relief your body sunk from its tension. “This place would most likely be a hell. But it's all been cleaned up now..” The voice gave you a tingling feel, almost familiar if not for your impaired and dazed hearing.

“Whoes,” Your words have slurred with the throbbing of your head, a light pressure stroking it, not sure if it was your hand or the other persons. “I didn’t want you to see this mess. Also because that thing on your head is a protection of sorts.” Your mind was too out of it to immediately process his information.

“Was I drugged and potato sacked. I still can’t feel my ass.” The voice had an airy chuckle which echoed through the space. It must be a cave, orrr the internal abyss of the hell he called.

“Well that’s because you fell on a large sharp rock when I first saw you near the cave entrance.” Ah. made sense. “Once your senses are back and you start wiggling around, will I free you.” That made you suspect you were tied down somewhere. You just hoped it was spacious and clean enough so you could indeed roll around.

A sound of shuffled occured after a while and the footsteps faded, assuming that the person beside you had left the area. Once he came back it would be war against his, oddly pretty voiced most likely pretty man. How dare he potato sack you.

Fingers twitching to life, you didn’t know how many hours were spent on body recovery. The crackles of your bones that were stiff the entire night bounced off the walls. You could now feel that your body was in fact laying down, fabric carpeting you.

Footfalls came steadily back in your direction. “I knew you’d come back to me mysterious man” The tugging of the fabric around your head lead to pangs of sense recovery. You hear much more sensitively after being blocked for so long. The fabric finally coming around to uncover your eyes. Vision still impaired as the lights and darkness desperately tried to balance out. The haze in your eyes remains an issue even when the smell of the fabric was soothing.

A blur of a hand reached out to you, which you took graciously, limp as they were. You were hauled up to him as he held you close to steady your shaky body. “Get used to walking. Then we will scour the rest of the cave.” his voice sent a chill covering your spine, it was very nice.

Head limp on his chest you could see his black and blue fitted outfit. Even knowing you were short, his shoulder was still higher than your whole height. Plus the glimpse of a sword by their belt drew you to a hazy conclusion. He was the gentleman you were looking for.

However, a sense of dread and conflicting longing rang off in your ears from never ever wanting to look up into his face. So you did just that.

Your head stayed pressed against his chest as you figured out how to move the limbs helplessly called legs. Every time your legs wobbled too much, he would grab onto your waist to steady you. And every time you clutch onto his shirt too tightly in nerves rattling, he would pat your shoulder and let you put your feet on his so he could walk for you. Hours have passed and you got the hang of your body, with a little shake you managed to walk from one wall to the other.

“Pardon me for asking but, why am I so disabled like this in the first place?” Your voice was quiet but steady, unlike the time you talked when just waking up to potential hell.

“And in all fairness, you could’ve left me to disintegrate and die. Would’ve been better. Instead of nursing me.” You forcefully mumbled that out in a murmur. And you ready didn’t have to look up at the man’s face to feel the intensity of a sharp glare for a reason unknown.

Pacing in large circles and looking down to watch your feet, the man stood at the doorway. “It was close the time to midnight. The smell radiating off the cave entrance bewitched you and destroyed you. It closed off your nerves. I had prepared something beforehand to help elevate this phenomenon, which was the fabric I wrapped around you, acting as a cocoon. I then brought you inside, took care of the dangers lurking, and...secured the premise.” He failed to mask his hesitation on hidden information, due to what he knows about this situation than you do. You slowly nodded as you stare at his shoes, intimidatingly facing you.

“This cave is enormously large. Would you like to venture through the tunnels. If your legs are up for it. I won’t leave your side, case you fall and never get back up.” His words couldn’t help but put a sting in your heart while chasing it faster. And you who inadvertently let his attempted joke pass your head.

You nodded again which you could only do with a swift tilt up to not disclose your obvious hiding.

The gentleman luckily leads you, tailing behind clutching a corner of his cloak. It gave you more leverage to see more since he covered his own face from you since he’s tall.

As you both moved around the dirt-painted halls, the tunneling seemed handmade instead of natural. Claw marks etched into the surfaces, the ones on the wall grow even deeper and bigger the more your trembling legs take you down the hall. Some openings that led to other rooms littered the narrow tunnels, they were all empty and vacant. The only signs of life once in the rooms were the many elemental traces and or scratches from either weapons or nails. A dark murkiness painted the walls and floor—not wanting to ever know what it really is—but the stench that followed was hazy and metallic. The winding tunnels seemed endless. No wonder people came to be insane down here.

As your thoughts subsided, so did the unending tunnel.

A much broader room greeted you ahead. It must have been Guillaume’s place of residence. Half the room was bookshelves, scrawled-up papers, and scrunched-up scrolls, a large desk faced the other side, ink spilled from the table to the opposing wall. The vacant space looked more than inhabited, save for the etchings on every inch of the wall, ceiling, and floor surfaces. Many drew blanks, symbols, and incomprehensible languages. Stars were the most repeated shape. You didn’t know when you had let go of the man’s cloak, since you were too drawn to the walls of Guillaume’s self-asylum.

Your digits brushed some of the symbols, they curved neatly and were well-written. And familiar. One symbol you could read was—Cataclysm.

The jolt of electricity from touching those words provoked you to snap your neck to…

The man who stood in the same spot you left him before you let go. Him who watched you mindlessly draw your finger against the carved wall trying to work your brain. Him who—walking through the hallway—peered behind when you weren’t noticing, gauging your reactions. Him who, had to do a double take when he first saw you on the outskirts of the cave.

Dainsleif who,

missed you dearly.

Who always speculated if you were alive or not.

. . .

Traveling to Fontaine was genuinely; the WORST choice you could have ever done.

“Fuck.”

.

.

.

You really didn’t want to do this ontop of every other terrible occurrence this night. Your brain couldn't, hence the deep crease in your brow following your pained expression too well. All your senses weakened from your mentally solely. You knew him. You recognize him. You liked him.

.

But you hate him.

Many years of your continuous mental and physical health checkups, insomnia plaguing your attempted sleep, unresolved hatred. All to shield yourself against this man. To conceal the centuries with him.

Now all in vain. Crumbling beneath your feet at this very dreaded moment. The way your vision blurs, the shakiness in your foothold, your clammy hands, throat strained, all in response to a simple unimaginable presence.

The one presence your heart missed dearly. Your legs told you to run. To a remote place. But he blocked that path. As he did before, once again stuck in this in-between.

One step. Another.

A predicament you had placed yourself in. The wall that soothed your back has never felt as cold as it did now. How you would rather it envelop you into those eerie symbols. Engraving you to the mystery of the universe.

He was one step away now. Galaxy eyes bore into your evading ones. “Y/n…”

You refused his beckoning. But that wouldn’t make him leave. It wouldn’t get him to disappear from your existence. It only hurts more now that you know he is alive and healthy.

“umh. If we’re done here, then I have things to do somewhere else.” You burned your eyes anywhere else but near him. He couldn’t escape the slight view you had of him at the corners of your sight. His fingers twitched as if he wanted to reach out to you, to find that once solace you gave him.

“Avoiding me won’t get you anywhere. I thought you weren’t one for not returning favors. I saved your life. Don’t you owe me something?” You scoff. It repulsed you on how observant he is of you.

“I had a dream with you in it. It was in a different world where we were… Happy together. I wish I was in that world currently instead of this shit.” The words you spewed were venomous, if not for the slightly fond tone you laced in. Dainsleif’s face contorted, he was now glad you refused his eye contact, for his eyes downturned in remorse.

Remorse; that's all he ever felt towards you for many centuries when you were apart. And the times when remorse wasn't present, he was deeply coated in affection for you. Those, however, were in the early childhood days. Too far gone in the past.

“I’m sorry I can’t live up to those expectations.”

“But now you have to repay me. …And forgive me.” His firm but gentle hold on your chin forced eye contact. His blue eyes shone with the diamond in them; just like how your eyes sparked with that diamond. His words however gave you the will to slap his hand away.

“You think apologies will reconnect us? After all those fucking centuries? Those actions were effectuated by you!! You festered this effect upon me! How could I ever, ever!! forgive your inapt causes?! You’re VILE!” You ended up hitting his chest and shoving him away which sent him 6 feet apart. He took every physical contact from you, the sting was apparent and long-lasting.

Your unquenched fury bubbled to the brim. And you now approached the silent man. Your hand was now tight against his collar, the obvious trembling of his dismantled your voice in cracks. “What was the reason?! You should’ve kept me in that sword. After you fucking decimated everyone with me. Why the fuck would I ever want to live after all that. Everything and everybody was a mess. You the most.” The intensity of your diamond-shaped eyes never faltered.

You stepped back as the grip on his collar loosened. “Khaenri’ah’s downfall… Couldn’t even be saved by any form of guard..” Your mumble cast your gaze away from his unnerving eyes.

Silence blanketed the room, no thoughts were presented or conjured. You both just allowed the atmosphere to sink in, head empty beside the presence that would have normally set your heart racing. Not this time; nor ever.

“It’s past midnight right? I’ll take a nearby room to rest in.” You didn’t require his answer, so you left just as quickly. Leaving behind the downcasted remorse filled Dainsleif stiff in his spot where you left him.

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Author notes-> Reshare’s and likes appreciated <3 I hope it was heart wrenching—so i can collect tears to my jar >:D

#genshin fic #dainsleif #dainsleif x reader #angst #slow burn #mystery #khaenri'ah #genshin lore #Fall of khaenri'ah #Mutual pining #Hurt no comfort #abyss order #rhinedottir #genshin au #genshin plot #Royal guard dainsleif #astronetwrk #genshin impact #genshin dainsleif

[zelda-without-a-licence-plate]

Ocarina of Time: The Sacrimonial Elegy

Chapter 3 up now!

It is raining. The stone walls are slick from it. It washes away everything but the wreaths of fire that enshroud the parapets. The moat swells and rises to swallow a gasp and the last whisper. Poison-purple smoke pours out the doors of a grand temple and stains a child’s fingers red. White flames overtake the summer-green prairies and winter-blue forests. A bell tolls, the one-too-many clangs sinking into the earth and splitting it open. When the world cracks apart it does so with the cry of a man. "A true friendship; a feeling in the heart that grows stronger over time. The passion of friendship will soon blossom into a righteous power and through it, you will know which way to go." -Sheik, LOZ:Ocarina of Time A complete retelling of a beloved piece of Zelda history, this not the Ocarina of Time you know, but it is the Ocarina of Time you love.

They left the torched remains of the nest, all the eggs inside reduced to ash, veins of venom incinerated, all deep below the ground. The Kokiri emerged from the tunnel stained with sweat, dirt, and what Mido would insist were not tears. Their bodies were heavy from exhaustion, but their souls were light from the relief of their success as the little band of heroes fanned out into the clearing. 

“Great Deku Tree, we did it!” Mido exclaimed as they turned to face the Father of the Forest. The Deku Tree didn’t respond, only remained silent and still. It was like even the leaves on his branches were no longer affected by the breeze, the absence of their consistent subtle rustling with the minute movements of the Deku Tree unnerving and jarring. It was a sound they never even realized could go away, and now the clearing was eerily silent. 

“Great Deku Tree…?” Saria called out, her voice wavering from anxiety.

Nothing.

Navi flew slowly up close to the Deku Tree’s face. His face was like stone, and his bark had lost the colour of life, appearing now fragile and ashen. “He’s… gone. I’m sorry, children…” Navi said, her words barely audible. 

A heavy silence fell over the young forest spirits. The air was sucked out of their lungs. The whole world was holding its breath. 

Link felt frozen, the storm of emotion roiling in his chest twisting down through his belly and down his legs, wrapping around his ankles and anchoring his feet to the earth. His throat felt too tight to breathe properly, and what weak breaths he could take trembled as they passed his teeth. His hands clenched to fists at his sides, so tightly they shook, and his shoulders tensed, so deeply it was painful. 

Saria approached the Deku Tree with halting steps, sitting down and curling up against one of his massive roots. Her back was to them, and Link couldn’t see her face, but she was quivering like a sapling battered by high winds. Link had never seen her sad like this before. He had never felt sadness like this before. He didn’t know what to do.

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Read the rest of the chapter over on ao3! ✨🤘🧙‍♂️👇

#mod car #loz ocarina of time #oot rewrite #oot:tas #oot link #saria #loz oot

[azurityarts]

✨ For the weirdly specific artist ask game! ✨

Lmao sorry I have a few for you haha

5. Estimate of how much art keep to you post online Vs keeping to yourself

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously

10. Favourite piece of clothing to draw

11. What do you listen to while you draw?

19. Favourite inanimate objects to draw

Not a problem at all! ^^

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

If I were to give a ratio, maybe 30/70 nowadays? Back in the Daily Doodle days, it was probably something like 80/20, but now a good chunk of what I draw are practice sketches n what not, which are all done traditionally ^^;;;

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously

aw this is gonna be a stretch, but when it comes to animating, the old stick figure fights by Hyun's Dojo probably still inspire me- I used to watch a ton of their collabs growing up, and they've definitely been a part of why I make the animations I do!

10. Favourite piece of clothing to draw

(joking aside it's probably a tie between scarves and hoodies lol)

11. What do you listen to while you draw?

I don't wanna drop a whole paragraph of bands or songs so I'll try to generalize this lol-

I try to listen to something that matches the atmosphere/tone of whatever I'm working on! Sometimes I'll just be listening to whatever's stuck in my head or some "get shit done" tunes though. ^^;; But overall, when the goal of the piece is to evoke a certain feeling, I think it's good to have that emotion in mind when making it!

19. Favourite inanimate objects to draw

Do special effects count? They're sometimes hard for me to make, but I still like adding the ~pizzazz~!

Aside from that uhhhhh trees can be really fun to draw! depends on the tree tho ngl

#azuritalks #art #doodle #ask #ask game

[kishusachan]

KINTSUGI✨🪞🏯

THE BROKEN PIECE OF MIRROR being put together patiently

Who was I? Oh… just a broken piece of mirror, Why would I ever be someone's dearer, I can never be someone's seeker, Afterall life has been bitter like liquor, but this grass turns out to be greener, oh, this glimmer, the sunshine looks like glitter, is this all real or a filter, someone loving me alongside the river, Don't you worry you'll drown?

GLUING THE PIECES creating an even stronger and more beautiful piece

Why does he love me so much.? even I don't know... but now I just crave a hand touch, I'll go with the flow, and show him how love grow(s).

APPLYING THE GOLD POWDER accepting one's emotions.

How I always felt like hiding things and feelings was the only key, even right now at some points if things get hard, I always felt hiding is the only way to be free, and then a random text from you which I see, I try to resist it all under the tree, but then a convo sparks with you and it all goes like wee...

WASHING EXCESS [removing unneeded things] Accepting one's imperfections and flaws

It's funny how I don't need to think twice, before speaking in front of you... my despise, my voice, my advice. and you listen to it all otherwise, and I couldn't believe. you prioritize, and it all just feels like a PARADISE.

ADMIRING YOUR HANDIWORK loving the person from depth of your heart

I know I haven't admired you, as long as you've admired me, but trust me, I'll love you more than you could think of it to be.

19-03-2024 with love from -Kishu♡

#love poem #poetry #poem #kintsugi #lovers #love poetry #life #feeling #love and deepspace #i love you

[akesdraws-blog]

You need a hug

I recently finished seeing the turtles from 2012, and it's funny how seeing them at this current age that I have, it just hurt a lot.

It made me want to go inside and give them a big hug.

⭕Clarifications: He handled the turtles and his team as adults, in my mind they continued to grow naturally⭕

💙✨💙✨💙✨💙✨💙✨💙

Leonardo was finishing the training session as usual, his brothers and friends, now his students, left to continue with their own activities, while Leo took advantage of his time in peace to continue with his own self-training.

Although while he was working on the Katas he easily felt the change in energies.

-Good morning Y/N, how was your day?- the young master in blue spoke with a small smile

-How did you know it was me? I even took off my shoes before entering- since you met the turtles it was impossible to surprise them, especially Leonardo

-I could feel you since you arrived at the lair- he spoke calmly while he left the wooden sword on the shelf and walked towards you

-Besides... None of the boys wear your perfume- he added a little amused to his last comment

-Seriously? I didn't think it smelled that much- you said with surprise as you sniffed at the neck of your blouse

-So... Did you come to listen to another story? - asked Leo to sit on his haunches in the center of the dojo

-Obviously, but you know that I don't listen to them like that- you told him to walk towards the tree of the dojo and be able to sit at the base

-Come on, your brothers left recently, come- you encouraged him while you patted your legs

Leonardo let out a little laugh so he could get up and go to where you were sitting, and once he was next to you he leaned back on your legs, it was as if even his soul would rest at that moment.

-Let's see, do you want to listen to the time we were sent to the feudal world?- Leo spoke as he felt how your hands caressed his head.

-When did they meet the samurai rabbit? It's one of my favorites- you told him with a big smile while your hand outlined some marks on the turtle's tired face.

I could still remember the first time you met them, it was a cold day in the city and unfortunately you were being chased by the Purple Dragons, it had been a while since there had been any activity from that criminal group and now they were coming back after so long, it was already destined to that they will take everything from you, although it did not happen, it was when you met your saviors, four strange ninja turtles, before arriving in New York City you heard rumors of the mysterious mutant heroes, although your reaction was surprise, it was more than anything a fanaticism, you had heard so much about them that you were excited now to have them in front of you.

The relationship ended up being a very good one, you used to see them both on the fire escapes or even on the rooftops where you sometimes wasted time doing your favorite activities, over the years you were able to see their lair, you found it so interesting, they also had so many stories of their adventures, every time they told you, you wished you had met them before, little by little you met their friends and allies, they were all amazing and the stories of each one of them were like a dream.

But the more you knew, the more you knew that they had lost something, the closeness with each of them became special, especially with the young master, the leader of the team of heroes.

You admit that when you saw him the first time you were intrigued, so many battle marks and that willpower, you were simply fascinated, you could feel that he had his own feelings locked up with a big padlock, but with patience and love you were able to get to know him little by little, until that let you see some feelings.

You could spend hours listening to him and seeing how he did his katas, it was something that simply took your breath away, and story time was the best, Leonardo had a way of telling them that made you emotional, but when he told you the story of how The sensei of his brothers returned, he changed the image you had of him.

-How did I become the Sensei?- he repeated the question as he saw you nod quickly, he felt how the memories hit him hard and he just let out a sigh

-Well, make yourself comfortable because... It's a bit of a complicated story- I look at his only katana with nostalgia to begin to tell you his story

You listened attentively to every detail, but as you listened to it, your look of emotion was deformed into a grimace of surprise, regret, and pain.

All the scars that were left on him, not only the physical ones from the battle, but also the internal ones.

Everyone lost so much that now it was just like they felt lost, without any specific objective, and it was Leo who should have taken the place of leading the team, and now not only in battle.

Being now the "Sensei" of HIS BROTHERS and FRIENDS.

You realized that this boy who was telling the story of him grew up so fast that he didn't even have enough time to enjoy his time, he had to take the most important role in the family.

-Losing our father was hard for everyone, and since I was his "best student", I guess I had to keep going- he stopped for a moment when he noticed your sudden silence

-Too much... Maybe you'd like to listen more when we went to space- I rub his neck somewhat embarrassed

But you didn't let him speak anymore, you hugged him tightly, you felt you had to, because otherwise you'll regret not doing it.

-Sorry... you looked like someone who needed a hug" you said quickly as you patted his shell.

-He is very kind of you, but it is not necessary- Leo dared to speak while he enjoyed the warm sensation

-They went through so much... And you... You had to grow up so fast- you spoke again surprising the leader with your words

-I wish I had been there too so you could take away that pain- your hug was strong and sincere that you simply caused something in the leader who had not been able to feel, you allowed him to be able to take out all that pain that he had saved for so many years.

Leo didn't even remember when he cried for his father, I'm sorry for his loss, but he didn't remember crying for him as he must have.

No one would know what happened that time in the dojo, only you two, only you would know of the moment you offered your arms to the leader to be able to get rid of that accumulated pain and suffering.

Since that time only with you allowed himself to be genuinely, not the leader, not the Sensei, not even the hero of the city.

It was just Leonardo by your side.

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