#hazel d stone

[hazel-d-stone]

Poor Spheal didn't want to kill Moonpaw... :(

Here he is in normal colors again

#art #fanart #artist #digital art #drawfee #2023 #hazel d stone #digital #drawfee fanart #drawfee spheal #spheal #moonpaw #rip moonpaw #Drawfee Hunger Games

[punknicodiangelo]

Chthonic Kids Moodboards

This time including Walt Stone and some of Hermes' kids cause he's a psychopomp

IDs are in alt text and will tell you who each one is for

#pjo #chthonic kids #f slur tw #knife tw #nico di angelo #lou ellen blackstone #hazel levesque #alice miyazawa #clovis pjo #damien white #walt stone #julia feingeld #cecil markowitz #i will make this group happen so help me g-d #i am a jewish

[zwhoreo]

A fic of Luffy and Reader first meeting please 😍🙏 ( I love how you write Luffy)

tysm !!! <33 this turned out so cute i think

meeting him - luffy x gn!reader

fluff

summary: while watching the ocean on your front steps one evening, you meet a boy named monkey d. luffy. he tells you about his life as a pirate, and teaches you how to skip rocks in the sea

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Evening is just around the corner but the sky is still high enough over those clouds on the horizon that there’s warmth on your skin, golden and marinated. You’re sitting on the stone steps of your front garden and watching the waves crash on the white sand in the distance, because it’s warm enough that it’s still worth it to be here, letting the breeze weave your fingers.

Not many people are around at this time of night, the world is peaceful and still, but that’s why your head turns, in curiosity and focus, at the sound of wooden sandals on the sidewalk ahead, a heavy thwacking of aimless stumbling, the horizon bends with a silhouette of a boy walking down the cobble path and looking ahead, dazed, smiling over nothing.

You lock eyes. Large, brown, thoughtless and friendly eyes. You’re captivated and for some reason your heart folds in on itself in a way you can’t quite explain. His features are delicate, oddly beautiful in an unlikely sort of way, a hazel tan and greasy black hair blowing gently in the wind beneath an old, frayed straw hat. He looks like he’s been out at sea for a very long time, but although weathered he’s incredibly youthful, an older teenager, you think. He’s dressed like a pirate, you know this look well, they come into taverns drunk on cheap rum and leer at the young girls, picking fights, you didn’t think there were many good pirates left these days but something about this boy is so profoundly different. He’s not like anyone you’ve ever seen before, in some way you can’t place.

You watch him, keenly interested now, chin resting on your hands. Maybe this is why he comes up to you, crouching so close in front of you, no shyness present in his face. There’s an old scar under his left eye, tight and pale with age.

“Hiya!” His voice is raspy and loud. “You seen my crew anywhere?”

“Your crew? Mm, I don’t know. I haven’t seen anyone come by here for a while.” You find yourself talking differently than usual, not like you normally do with strangers, it’s something in your voice, your annunciation, that catches you off guard.

“Aw, really? There’s a lady with orange hair and this guy and he’s got green hair and three swords and-” He stops in the middle of a frustrated gesticulation when he sees your blank eyes. “Mm. Ok, I’ll go look in town.”

And just like that he gets up to leave. You’re saddened, but you find your words catching in your throat. Don’t leave.

But he pauses a few paces away, turning back after a brief consideration. “Hey, ya got any food? I’m real hungry.”

You look up, breath hitching. Yes, yes, this is something you can do. “Oh, yeah, I just baked some bread, actually. I’ll go get it if you wanna wait here.”

“Ooh! Sounds good. Hey, thanks!” he calls to you warmly, turning back, trotting to your front steps as you go inside.

The bread basket has been cooling on the windowsill, the crust is golden and steam wafts through the room and wets your hands as you pick it up to bring it to him. But when you come outside again he isn’t on your steps, or in your garden, you look around to find him but he isn’t anywhere, not until you step into the road and look over the rock embankment.

There’s the boy, he’s sitting in the white sand and playing with rocks, stacking them in lopsided towers with great intent. You smile when you see him. He isn’t gone. So you climb onto the beach and come to him, he grins casually, like you had been there all along, and his eyes light up when you set the bread in front of him.

“Ahh! This looks soo good!” Before his words are finished he’s already eating messily, he doesn’t care about the sand on his hands, he’s so focused.

You sit by him. You lean in, admiring his face, finally speaking, “I’m [name], by the way.”

“I’m Monkey D. Luffy!” he proclaims with enthusiasm, still not looking up. “It’s good to meet ya!” And he goes back to eating, as if this simple greeting has made you best friends and now everything is solved, but that name is familiar somehow and you like him so much already and you need to know more.

“Are you a pirate?” you ask with a tilted head.

“Mhm!” Luffy says through a mouthful of bread, “and I’m gonna be king of ‘em!”

“Pirate king, huh?” You raise your eyebrows, you’re charmed by him.

“Mm! Do you like the sea, [name]?” You feel like he’s been shifting closer to you, you hear him all around you now, his chewing remains consistent, loud.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s one of the prettiest things in the world,” you say honestly, the waves glitter in front of you, an infinite land-sky, glitter on pearl on galaxy-blue. Sunspots, stars, they twinkle on its surface.

“It’s real fun to be a pirate,” he chirps, finishing the bread and turning to you, his smile is gleaming and his voice is soft but gleeful.

“Yeah? What kinda stuff do you do out there?” You just want to hear him speak more, you realize.

“Ah man, everything! We go on tons of adventures, and we sing, and we get to make new friends wherever we go… and we look for treasure! We’re tryna find the One Piece!”

He returns your enchanted stare. He makes it all sound so easy, taming the cruel sea. His chest rises and falls, breaths heavy with excitement, his hands palm at the sand and hey, he’s really moving closer now, isn’t he? His eyes are so sparkly, it’s impossible to look away from him.

“Wanna skip rocks with me?” he asks before you have time to reply. He’s distracted so easily, reaching happily for his little tower, weighing the smooth gray stone in his hand.

Aren’t you looking for your crew? you want to ask. But you can’t let go of him yet, this mysterious, perfect boy. So instead you say, “sure, if you can teach me. I’m not great at it.”

“You live by the sea and ya can’t skip rocks?” Luffy laughs at you, tossing his stone into the sea with a snap of his wrist, it bounces once, twice, spinning in the air, a battle to fly from the ocean’s hunger, before it’s pulled beneath, disappearing into the surf.

Your hands touch as he gives you a rock, perfectly round and smooth, warmed from his palm. You throw it but your arm falters, it falls with a splash, gone before it could fly, a ripple of a memory left on the water, nothing more. Luffy laughs at you again.

“Nah, that ain’t it, you gotta flick your arm and keep it straight.” He moves close enough where you can feel his breath on your skin, hot and thick. “Mm,” he murmurs in your ear, voice low and ripe, “like this…”

He’s behind you, leaning against you, taking your arm and positioning you for the right sort of throw. His skin feels strange, like warm rubber, but your mind is so clouded with him, with his musky, overpowering scent and the tickle of his hair, you don’t notice much of anything. By accident, for the briefest moment, his salt-dried lips brush your shoulder, this is like lightning within you. But for Luffy this is nothing, it means nothing to him to be this close, it’s just what seems so natural.

You throw again, a smaller rock this time, aided by his hands on your arm. You’re so dizzied by his touch and you expect it to be even worse this time but to your surprise the rock skips once, a single heartbeat.

“See! Ya did it!” Luffy shouts joyfully, slapping you on the back, a little too hard, before pulling you in for a hug.

This is the best hug you’ve ever had. So tight, so warm, he buries his head in your shoulder, his weight nearly knocks you into the sand. You grab him back, by pure instinct, you want this closeness never to leave you.

But in an instant he’s pulled away again, unfazed by his own affection. He adjusts his hat carefully, looking back at the water, face content. He throws and skips one last stone.

“Mh, my crew’s prolly looking for me, huh?” Luffy stands up, dusting off his jeans, tilting his head at you. And then he offers you a hand, pulling you up with him, you’re face to face again and he places a hand firmly on your shoulder and says, “you can come if you want.”

“Huh?”

“On my crew. You can come be a pirate with me!” And again he has that way of saying things so simply. He doesn’t know you, how could he be so sure? But in his eyes you feel so incredibly, impossibly known.

He turns around, ready to walk away down the beach into the dying sunlight, and he turns to you once more and says, “you gonna be here tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I will!” you call to him, and he flashes you a broad smile, a thumbs-up, before running away into the horizon. You know he’ll come back.

Romance isn’t even in your mind. You just have this intense feeling for him, a certain kind of instantaneous love that goes deeper than any of that. You feel bonded, like you’ve never felt before, and you don’t know how it happened. You just stand there in the sand, dazed and misty eyed. You want so desperately to see him again. Deep breaths, calm your body, tonight you’ll have time to dream about what you’ll say.

You could see the world with him. You want to right now, very badly, so why not? Maybe it is that simple.

#luffy x reader #one piece #luffy #luffy x reader fluff #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #luffy x y/n #luffy x you #luffy fluff #luffy x gn!reader

[kellyvela]

Sophie's Hon

If you want to know more about the guy Sophie Turner is smooching lately, you know, that very tall, very very rich, British aristocrat with a fantasy novel name, this post is for you . . . . lol

His full name is The Hon Peregrine John Dickinson Pearson, but he goes by “Perry.” And the photo above is his company profile picture.

Born on October 27th, 1994, he's 29 years old and the future 5th Viscount Cowdray.

Perry is from Midhurst, West Sussex, and now lives in a £5million house in Chelsea, West London.

The Hon before his name means The Honourable, a title used for all sons and daughters of viscounts and barons. Hon also works for 'honey' and 'sweetheart', hence this post's title.

Peregrine may come from Henry Winston Peregrine Spencer-Churchill, nephew of former Prime Minister of the United Kingdom Sir Winston (Leonard Spencer) Churchill.

Yes, Churchill, you read it right! Perry's grandfather Weetman John Churchill Pearson, 3rd Viscount Cowdray, was the son of Agnes Beryl Spencer-Churchill, who was the granddaughter of George Spencer-Churchill, 6th Duke of Marlborough.

So Perry is distant related to Winston Churchill and Diana Spencer, The Lady D . . . . In fact, he has already introduced Sophie to some of the current Spencer-Churchills (they are cousins with Perry, I guess 🤷‍♀️).

Now, I have no idea why his parents opted to name him Peregrine over Weetman, since each of the four former Viscounts Cowdray were all named Weetman; but his peculiar fantasy novel/bird-like name inmmediately made me think of House Arryn and Harry Hardyng. More on this later.

But since he's not named Weetman, he fixed that by naming his own property investment and development company 'Weetman'.

John is for both grandfathers: Weetman John Churchill Pearson, 3rd Viscount Cowdray, and John Howard Cordle. 

Dickinson is for his great-great-grandfather: Weetman Dickinson Pearson, 1st Viscount Cowdray.

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Family

The seat of the Pearson Family is Cowdray Estate, Cowdray Park, Midhurst, West Sussex. The picture of the family above was taken at Buck Hall, the atrium of Cowdray House.

The name Cowdray comes from Coudreye, the Norman word for the nearby hazel woods.

Perry is the son and heir of Michael Orlando Weetman Pearson, 4th Viscount Cowdray, and Marina Rose Cordle.

His dad produced the documentary "Sympathy for the Devil," directed and written by Jean-Luc Godard, documenting the creative evolution of the song "Sympathy for the Devil" as the Rolling Stones developed it during recording sessions at Olympic Studios in London.

His mom is an artist, sculptress, interior designer and mindfulness coach, she's keenly interested in spiritual matters, she practises Transcendental Meditation (a form of silent meditation) and Qigong.

His parents separated in August 2023, after 36 years of marriage.

Perry has three older sisters and a younger brother:

Eliza Anne Venetia Pearson (born 31 May 1988). She married her first husband at 21. Later he left her for the Kate Winslet . . . . She remarried, had children and lives in Ibiza now.

Emily Jane Marina Pearson (born 13 December 1989). Tatler Magazine included her as one of the 10 perfect potential brides for Prince Harry . . . . She she studied Plant-based Nutrition and is one of the founders of the vegan restaurant "Farmacy" in Notting Hill.

Catrina Sophie Lavinia Pearson (born 13 March 1991). She goes by "Catty." She's a musician and a film-school graduate.

Montague Orlando William Pearson (born 17 May 1997). He goes by "Monty". Wee brother is 6'4. He's a helicopter pilot, enjoys flying drones and studied film production and graphic design. He was named after the former owners of Cowdray Estate, the Viscounts of Montague.

Perry also has an older half brother:

Sebastian William Orlando Pearson (born 1970).

As you can see, Perry is privileged to be the heir above his older half brother Sebastian, since he was born out of wedlock, and above his older sisters: Eliza, Emily and Catrina, since they were born women . . . . Where have I heard this before???

Sometimes I'm glad I'm an only child . . . .

As any other younger brother of three older sisters, he was annoying. According to Tatler Magazine, Perry liked to wind up his sisters (then vegan) by scoffing meat.

Perry is also an uncle, his sisters Eliza and Emily are mothers of cute babies, but sadly I can't show you pictures. He looks cute holding a baby tho.

Talking about cute babies, that little curly blonde boy sat in a chair next to his standing father in one of the portraits in the picture above, is Perry. His portrait was painted by Chinese artist Chen Yanning, who also painted Queen Elizabeth II's portrait:

Here a few more childhood pics:

That picture of of him as a baby peeing on a plant, is his Instagram profile picture . . . .

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Education

Business, Management, Marketing, and Related Support Services at the University of West London, UK.

Not Oxford or Cambridge? Shocking!

UX Desing at General Assembly in New York, NY, US.

Dear Perry, you can improve my user experience by making your instagram account public. That would do!

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Occupation

In January 2015, it was reported by Tatler Magazine that he was working for Aylesford International Estate Agents in London.

He also worked as an assistant site manager for Cordles, a London based contractor company founded by his maternal uncle Rupert Cordle.

He started working at Cowdray Estate in West Sussex, his family estate and heirdom, since 2016 to this day.

He's also the founder, partner and director of Weetman Developments, his own property investment and development company in London, since 2019 to this day.

Perry is also a Le Chameau – the wellington boot brand – ambassador.

As you can see, Perry is basically a nepo baby lol

But that doesn't mean he doesn't work, Cowdray Estate is huge (16,500 acre), and offers a vast variety of activities like golf, clay-pigeon shooting, fly fishing on the river Rother, walking, cycling, riding, polo, truffle hunting, hospitality at the farm shop & café, holiday cottages, tree houses, wedding venues, private stays and events at Cowdray House, filming locations (the Cowdray Ruins were used during the filming of Margot Robbie and Saoirse Ronan’s film, "Mary Queen of Scots"), among others, and Perry is/will be in charge of all of that.

According to his mom, back in 2019 he was pioneering aquaponic farming on a commercial scale [The Telegraph - June, 2019].

In an interview for The Gentleman's Journal, Perry said that he's working to pass the estate on to his heir in better conditions: “But the dream is to pass it on to my son or daughter in better nick than it’s in now. That’s the mentality when it comes to estates,” “You’re so grateful that you’ve been given this opportunity, you want others to have the same opportunity that you had.”

I don't know if Perry will try to change the primogeniture rules, but it was really nice to read that he thinks his heir could be a son or a daughter.

Perry's family was always wealthy (construction and petroleum in the past, publishing nowadays); but not always aristocrats.

His great-great-grandfather, Weetman Dickinson Pearson, was made a Baronet of Paddockhurst in 1894, then he purchased Cowdray Estate in 1909. Later he was made Baron Cowdray first, in 1910, and then the 1st Viscount Cowdray in 1917.

Viscount, is a European title of nobility, ranking immediately below a count, or earl. It is one of the five ranks of British nobility and peerage, which, in descending order, are duke, marquess, earl, viscount, and baron.

So, when Perry becomes the 5th Viscount Cowdray, he won't be on top of the british nobility; but he will be richer. At present, Perry's family is thought to be worth £224million, and one day, he will inherit all of that.

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Hobbies

Riding (Not Polo)

His family estate includes Cowdray Park Polo Club, dubbed The Home of British Polo, but Perry doesn't play Polo.

His parents never pushed him to, perhaps fearing that he could get hurt by falling from a horse. "Michael (Perry's father) never sought polo glory after a fall from a horse at the age of 13" [standard.co.uk - 2010].

In 2018 he said: “Cowdray is to polo what Goodwood is to racing and Glyndebourne to opera.” “I’m getting lessons.” “I grew up riding and over the next few years it’s something I can see myself doing a lot more” [The Telegraph - August, 2018].

Later, in an interview for The Gentleman's Journal, he joked by saying that "he’s not particularly good at it".

So far, I only saw him presenting Polo trophies and congratulating the champions, so I guess the lessons didn't work . . . . lol

Maybe is better that way, if he doesn't play polo he wont smell of horses. Sophie is asthmatic and allergic to horses.

Golf

He plays golf for some charity and corporate events. No idea if he's good at it.

Clay-pigeon shooting

Not sure if he really shoots at flying clay targets or he only modeled to promote the shooting school at his family estate.

Huntings

He likes to attend posh huntings wearing tweed, baker boy caps and suspenders.

He already took Sophie to one of those last December, but she didn't wear tweed, she defied the rules by wearing a Zara black jacket and a pair of acid washed jeans. . . . She would look great wearing tweed, tho . . . .

(There have been hunters in my family, so I can't judge much)

Here some pics:

Skiing

He seems very skilled at it.

Meribel in France seems to be his family favorite destination to enjoy the snow.

He already took Sophie to ski & “après ski” there, and they were having the time of their lives!

Going to the beach

Yeah!

Ibiza is a favorite destination for his family, his dad used to live there, and now his eldest sister established there with her own family.

Can't wait to see Sophie enjoying the sun in Ibiza next . . . .

Enjoy some pics:

Partying

Fuck yeah!

"Like all the Cowdrays, he loves a party" [Tatler Magazine, January 2015].

"(...) the Hon Peregrine Pearson (the Cowdray heir), known for throwing ‘wild afterparties’ at his house in Chelsea, which he shares with Ella (Richards)’s boyfriend, Sascha von Bismarck" [Tatler Magazine, March 2023]. 

Here abundant evidence:

Pottery

Perry enjoyed spending time in his mom's pottery studio in the garden: “We were brought up being quite creative – spending time in her studio was very bonding” [The Telegraph - August, 2018].

I would love to see one of those creative pieces made by Perry 👀

Meditation

Like his mom, Perry practises meditation as well. [The Telegraph - June, 2019].

From pictures, it seems he usually wears a silver Meditator pendant. The Meditator is a seated figure, with a pointed head, a heart and a hole in its middle. His mom designed it herself, as a reminder to live in the present moment, rather than fretting about the past or future.

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Previous relationships

His only known/famous relationship was with Princess Maria Olympia of Greece and Denmark.

He dated Olympia for three years, since 2020 to 2023.

She seemed really into Perry during the relationship:

But shortly after their break up was official, she was reported being in a relationship with an older, married with children man . . . .

His wife kicked him out of the house after the news. Good for her! [Read more about it here]

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So far, this is all I learnt about Sophie's Hon Perry Pearson. I love that he's so tall and the way he can hug her being so tall, I bet Sophie loves it too.

But I kinda hate that the press only uses his most unflattering pictures, when is easy to find public pictures where he actually looks good.

Also, my friend told me that he reminds her a bit of Paul Mescal, and now I can't unsee it . . . .

What more can I say about him after my research? Oh, maybe that he has met the Dalai Lama and sat next to Kim Kardashian and Kimora Lee Simmons at Paris Hilton's wedding lol

He also loves to wear sunglasses, even indoors . . . .

Anyways, now to the point of this post!

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Romance with Sophie Turner

Perry is a Scorpio and Sophie is a Pisces, like Scorpio Ryan Gosling and Pisces Eva Mendes . . . .

I have no idea how they met, where they met, or when they met, but we have evidence that they spent the last part of October 2023 together.

2023 was a rough year for both of them, with her divorce and custody battle, and with his own break up with his ex, and the separation of his parents after 36 years of marriage.

The first time we saw him next to Sophie, we have no idea who he was. It was during the Rugby World Cup final on October 28th 2023, just before Sophie unveiled the trophy:

Perry was there with Sophie, but we had no idea they were together until October 31th 2023, when a couple of pictures of them sharing a kiss outside Paris’s Gare du Nord train station were made public and got viral:

The pictures were taken on the same day as the Rugby World Cup final. It was reported that they arrived together in Paris from London via the Eurostar, and said goodbye with a kiss before meeting again later at the Stade de France.

When their Paris kiss pictures were all over the press, someone claimed that their friend had seen them together the week before:

So, if the Rugby World Cup final was on October 28th 2023 and Perry's 29th birthday was the day before, I bet the lovebirds spent his birthday together in London.

I wonder what Sophie got Perry for his birthday??? An appointment with a fashion stylist, I hope!

(Perry, honey, burn those double breasted suits in your closet, please! They don't fit your large body 🙏 King Felipe II of Spain, has a similar body and his tailoring is👌)

I also believe they spent the last days of October together in Paris, since they were seen all cozy during a romantic dinner at some fancy Parisian restaurant:

After that Sophie was seen back in New York on November 3th 2023. We don't know if Perry travelled with her to New York, but some anon claims he saw them holding hands in West Village:

Back in London, they were seen making out in a famous spot on November 2023 . . . .

. . . . And having dinner with friends on early December 2023:

Later, we have graphic evidence of them spending time together from the 7th to the 10th of December 2023, at least.

December 7th 2023:

They went to Hyde Park Winter Wonderland at night, where they walked around, hugged and kissed:

December 8th 2023:

They had brunch in West London and walked around hand in hand, eventually stopping so Perry could gently caress Sophie's face and kiss her:

That day, this also happened . . . . 🤨

December 9th 2023:

They attended a posh hunting weekend at Blenheim Palace in Woodstock, Oxfordshire, held by some of the current Spencer-Churchills: George Spencer-Churchill and his wife Camilla Thorp, Marquess and Marchioness of Blandford (they will be Duke and Duchess of Marlborough one day).

The event was full of Perry's aristocrat friends like Alexander Spencer-Churchill, Lady Jemima Herbert, the Earl of Pembroke’s daughter, and Eleanor Wellesley, the Duke of Wellington’s niece, among others.

So, Perry has basically already introduced Sophie to some relative and close friends:

Can someone please explain to me why is Perry wearing a pink ribbon around his neck in the last picture? Is a mystery I need to resolve in this lifetime.

Here a few more pics:

After that, I suspect they spent the holidays together in London, or, at least, that they saw each other for a few hours during those days. I'm not saying she introduced him to her family and daughters, but it's obvious that they are dating and Christmas and the New Year are festivities you want to share with the people you care for.

I wonder what Perry got Sophie for Christmas? A handmade ceramic vase? A basket full of hydroponic vegetables that he grew himself?Diamonds?

And most recently, on January 17, 2024, they were seen walking around London at night all cozied up:

I want her UGGS!!!

Also, are those really mini liquor bottles at Perry's hand??? At first I thought they were Sophie's nail polish bottles 💅🏼

Someone spotted them skiing in Meribel, France. It was reported on January 28th, 2024, but it was probably before that date. Deuixmoi titled the stories as "let's see what your fave celebs have been up to the past week"

She's having the time of her life with Perry? GOOD FOR HER!

OK, today January 29th 2024, Sophie herself posted pics of them skiing in Meribel together with a couple of Perry's friends:

Lol at Perry not looking at the camera in the first pic 🤭

So, I suppose they are official now, right? Maybe it's time to post this post . . . .

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Now, in the beginning of this post I said that after knowing Perry's fantasy novel/bird-like name, I immediately thought about ASOIAF's House Arryn and Harry Hardyng, you know, since House Arryn's sigil is a falcon, Harry Hardyng is dubbed the Young Falcon, and the peregrine is literally a species of falcon.

And since Harry Hardyng is the current Sansa's suitor in the ASOIAF incomplete series, I joked with my friends by saying that Sophie has entered his Harry Hardyng era . . . .

Perry also made me remember that passage in A Storm of Swords where Margaery's peregrine took a heron in full flight the day she and Sansa went hawking.

Peregrine is also the name of a ship that Arianne Martell boards in one of the few chapters of The Winds of Winter that GRRM released in advance.

Perry's name also reminds me of Pippin from The Lord of the Rings, since his full name is Peregrin Tuk, but this is a story for another day.

But if the Pearsons of Cowdray were a House from Westeros, they would be the Arryns enemies, since the Pearson's sigil is a gryphon:

And thanks to Sansa/Alayne we all know that the Winged Knight and the Griffin King were mortal enemies:

The Winged Knight was Ser Artys Arryn. Legend said that he had driven the First Men from the Vale and flown to the top of the Giant's Lance on a huge falcon to slay the Griffin King.  —A Feast for Crows - Alayne II

You know, in some ancient mythologies, the creature known as gryphon is depicted as fire-belching: "winged, tailed, and taloned dragon which spat fire." 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 Just saying . . . .

House Pearson motto is:

'Do it with thy might'

These words are carved on the stone fireplace in Buck Hall, the atrium at the heart of Cowdray House.

According to The Gentleman's Journal, Perry translates his family motto to simpler words: “Just do it — that might be a more modern approximation.”

But he's more into Adidas and North Star. Sorry Nike . . . . lol

Anyways, GRRM has the opportunity to do the funniest thing . . . .

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And talking about GRRM, it's time to tell you that Perry's family are the founders and large share holders of Pearson plc, a British multinational publishing and education company headquartered in London.

Pearson plc owns Penguin Random House, you know, GRRM's publishers, the ones that publish the ASOIAF series . . . .

And I recently came to know that Penguin Random House is going to republish Joan Hannington’s autobiography “I Am What I Am” under the title ‘Joan.’ And, you know, Sophie's upcoming project is precisely a tv series called ‘Joan,’ with Sophie taking the role of Joan Hannington . . . .

Some will say that this is part of the j word agenda, lol

Again, GRRM has the opportunity to do the funniest thing . . . .

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Finally, we need to answer an important question!

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So . . . .

A match made in heaven? Or maybe we won't see his face again?

Only time will tell. I only hope that he makes Sophie super happy as long as they are together.

I will probably update this post with time or make a part 2, because Tumblr doesn't let me add more pictures 😢

Thanks for reading!

#sophie turner #PP #i am half boredom half procrastination #already updated with some lil bit I missed when i posted this last night . . . . #thehonseries

[mikeysbabygirl]

Omgomgomg i love viegin reader and takeomi!!! But can you do it with Draken? It's cool if youre not taking request though. But it was amazing!!!!

Wrecking ball

Warning : 18+, MINORS DNI. Angst + comfort+ Sex , Explicit Smut, pussy drunk! Draken, unprotected sex, virgin reader.

NOT PROOFREAD : sorry... It's 5am and I was sleepy lmao

The angst is kinda hurting at first but I promise it's beautiful to see Draken's shell breaking.

SYNOPSIS : Virgin! Reader x Ken Ryuguji

WC : I swear one day I'll count

That night was supposed to go well.

It should have been one, if not the best of your life. Everything was planned from A to Z, the excitement inside you was a mixture of anticipation, stress and happiness, your hopes were up high above the sky, that night would be the night, your night.

Unfortunately, the unexpected happens. Sometimes in the form of a sudden bad weather, a storm, a tragic accident...

Or sometimes the storm has jet hair and hazel eyes.

Comes in the shape of all your insecurities packed in one single soul, a smile engraved in a knife stirring an old unhealed wound whenever she would smirk at your boyfriend.

Once upon a time, you met him. That is, three words, they were enough to turn your whole existence upsidedown. He was enough to.

You never believed in knight in shining armor, but he was the armor. Strong big arms sculpted to fight quickly learned to protect you, to hold you gently in order not to break you. A cold eye glance sharpened to scare any living human being softened around you.

It took you long enough, you had to take it on you sometimes, to put up with his distant and uncaring facade at first, but it was all worth it since now, he only shows he cares when around you.

He only had eyes for you.

Or at least that was what you thought.

Because that was months and months of hard work that you saw stumbling down, the minute you saw her hugging him from behind.

Like a bucket of water thrown on a fresh painting you watched the colors fading rather quickly, staining a white immaculate floor under your shaking feet.

You wore your rose-colored glasses until the last minute before the dark jet haired girl stormed in, as well as you wore the baby pink see through lingerie under your sun dress, waiting for him to be done with his work so you two could finally go home.

And to think it all started because you wanted to make him happy, to show him how much you were willing to give him...

The girls that he used to live with, which by the way were absolutely adorable with you, made it their own business to teach you how to please him, to find the ultimate perfect set of lingerie that would drive him crazy, and though you were slightly uncomfortable with it at first, that day passed by like a daydream only for you to wake up to the sound of the rose-colored glasses shattering, later.

She was one of his client's sister, you have been with Draken and Inupi the first day she came along with her brother when his motorcycle broke down in a ride they both were in. Even though she gave you the most sugar coated smile, you didn't missed the red on her cheeks when she talked to Draken, beside having no business with him since it was her brother's engine.

Like any good girlfriend, you just ignored it. You were used to it by now, it wasn't the first time your boyfriend attracted stares, but that didn't mean you had to lose your mind about it. In the end, no matter how many eyes were on him, his was on you.

The repairs of the motorcycle have been dragging on. You hadn't been there every time they came and strangely enough, you didn't see them anymore every time you came to D&D motors. You weren't so naive as to think that they didn't come anymore since their bike was still there, and you had heard from Inupi once that after a while her brother had stopped coming and that now it was only her who came to ask about the bike.

You watched through a cold stone facade as she stormed in the store, and made her presence known by hugging Draken from the back. You clearly saw as he stiffened, his gaze met yours for a split second before he peered behind him and pulled away quietly from her, starting to talk about the bike being almost finished.

Bitch didn't even paid attention to me, you had thought.

Usually it was you who kept the conversation going on the way to where his bike is parked, or from the parking lot downstairs to your apartment, he would just listen to you, get lost in admiring your face and respond in kind. Only this time there was something strange in the words you barely dared to utter, something different in the way your arms wrapped around him as he drove, an unattainable distance in your gaze the two or three times it met his.

As clueless as one could be, you were one of the very few people Draken cared about. He just wasn't comfortable with the idea that something way too big was going on inside your head, and he naturally started asking you what was wrong.

After many, many times when you dryly mumbled that you were just tired, you finally let it out.

-" She's so obvious, it's so embarrassing " you had scoffed, standing next to the kitchen counter while he was sitting at the table. You could feel his eyes burning holes on your back, piercing louder than any words you would die before getting. That was the main reason why you chose to hide the monotony behind a light laughter, he was so dense.

You gripped the kitchen counter harder, turning your back to him. You suffered silently, your soul was crying out, heart bleeding, the anxiety eating at your brain like a scavenger pecking at its meal. You loathed feeling the jealousy infecting your cells and fiber, rotting each tissue insidiously, a cancerization of your guts because it was not you, this woman with a heart envious of another woman. And the fact that it was the person who was supposed to give you butterflies in your stomach that caused it was execrable.

The stillness that lies between the two of you had kept you up at many nights, the silence screaming for so much more. You had fought with body and soul, ripped the skin off every bone and gave it all wrapped in soft gestures and everlasting smiles.

All for him to open up, he did, you really thought he did, but all those times deep inside you knew you were only getting fragments of him.

Fragments, breaks that only hurt you, and yet you kept holding on them with bare hands, watching the blood dripping and telling yourself it was okay.

It was okay, love is red.

No way in this world or another that you could have kept doing it now, those unspoken words flying around you gathered around your neck and started tightening, a rope of letters suffocating you.

-" Does she know we're together ?" You inquired, still turning your back at him.

He was not as clueless as you thought he was, he could feel the lack of joy in your voice, the lack of you.

Unexpectedly, he had a knot in his throat when he heard your fake laugh that you used to hide your pain. He could not help but act like an absolute moron, it was just that his barriers were too strong, the walls he built to not try again, to not have his life wrecked again with the loss, he would have wished to be courageous enough to let go for you.

-" why would she ? She's just a client ".

Your eyebrows arched and you pursed your lips in a smile, nodding gently.

-" Oh... Okay, I see. "

You loved him, you fell for him, but no matter how hard you tried, the shell was always stronger than your bare hands. Lately your heart have been breaking so much you have been crying in your pillow and wishing you wouldn't feel anything, it would appear exaggerated for anyone maybe, but being so close yet so far to the person you love leaves nothing in you, it cuts and leaves scars until you are dead inside.

His knuckles turned white, he gripped the table harder and tried to push himself on his feet, to get to you and reassure you, not leave you insecure, alone, and loveless. Why was it that hard ? Why was he sitting there and watching as he blew the best thing that happened to him so far?

-" Do you know what's killing me ?"

Unmoved. Stone cold, your tone has been. Void, your voice has been, head lowered while looking at the marble, he swallowed his anger toward himself, and winced when the words escaped his mouth because it was not what he meant.

-" c'mon, stop being dramati-"

He was cut off by the sound of glass shattering, Draken straightened and pushed back his chair, startled by the sound and looking for its source, only when you turned toward him that he saw the shards of glass embedded in your hand, his heart began to clench in his chest as he watched your blood run down the floor and over the counter against which you smashed the glass.

He frowned and stood up, taken aback. That was not you. You never got this angry, and if you did, you never went that far.

It is all you, your fault, his conscience blamed.

-" The hell-"

-" Do you know what is killing me ?" You insisted, and let go the counter to make few steps toward him, he lifted his chin and peered at your face, a frown in his, as he silently asked you to continue.

-" I don't care about what you do, understood long ago that I would die before getting a reaction from you. "

A stabbing pain in his chest, he fisted his hands on his sides and took the first wave of hurt, he deserved it, but hearing that " I don't care " was excruciating.

No, you care. Please, care.

-" But what's killing me " you whispered, and it was the second stab of the night for him, how your voice weakened contrasting with the absorbing void in your eyes. Your eyes once upon a time full of stars when you looked at him.

-" Infront of me ! How is it possible that this happened in front of my eyes ?"

-" I wasn't the one-"

-" you didn't put her back in her place. " You argued. " Did it even occur to you that you were hurting me too ? "

As someone who repairs bikes, mostly for people who had accidents, Draken always wondered what if felt to be propelled out of a motorcycle travelling at a hundred kilometers an hour. Yet he never asked for it, there he was, in the middle of a kitchen, he was hurting, he was bleeding, injured and damaged, and he felt that pain of being propelled out of something traveling way too fast for him.

You have been a whole rollercoaster, from the first minute his gaze met yours to that one precise minute. The dopamine of long night too fast rides with his old friends, the adrenalin of gang fights, you have been all that. You swept him off his feet, been the rest he needed after Emma, the noise to silence the mess inside his head. You came in a random afternoon, and have been a game changer, showed him what a heart can do besides pumping blood, you gave your all to him.

Little did he knew you have been planning to give him the last remaining piece of you before all of this happened.

He was sure you have never tried this hard in love. Stormed in like a wrecking ball and tried to break his walls only for him to be the one who wrecked you.

He felt dirty, unworthy, miserable, he bit the hand that fed him, he didn't deserve you.

And there he was, silent again. You scoffed, what were you waiting for, again ? All he ever gave was " it's nothing" and " I'm fine ", you had to steal the words out of his mouth, to learn how to deduce his feelings by his body gestures, too much hard work, and for what again ? To be speaking to a wall, too much for love, you were dead inside.

-" Let's end this. "

You tried passing by him only for his hand to fly to your wrist and catch you, on a fight or flight, he pulled you back infront of him, frowning.

He struggled to believe the words he had just heard were true. Please don't be true.

He felt the ground give way under his feet and his heart drop in his chest, his eyebrows furrowed, he exclaimed.

-" End-wait, shit ! Ya serious ?" You raised your eyebrows at him, he tightened his grip around your wrist when you tried to pull away. " D'ya need to go this far ? For a random bitch ? You know she ain't shit, I wasn't even the one-"

-" This far ?" You inquired. What stunned him was that your voice never rose, your tone was ice cold yet your eyes on him were burning him alive, god, even in through the worst, you were exactly what he needed, the calm to his storm and the fire to his ice.

-" It's not only about her. Not only you let her disrespect me that way, we ain't going anywhere, ken. You're barely giving me any crumbs of you, and I'm tired of trying when you're obviously not interested enough to try. "

No, you were wrong.

What you two had was not going no where, it was going far, it already did. It went as far as making him think about you as soon as he opened his eyes in the morning, and again at night before drifting back to sleep, seeing your face in every stranger, and missing your noisy laughter that he always asked you to lower.

-" I do am interested !" He argued, anger insidiously seeping through his pores, you tiredly wrinkled your eyelids, tilted your head to the side.

-" Oh really ?"

-" Yes really, c'mon, let's talk about this-" he tried to stop you again as you passed by him, yet you stopped by yourself and stiffened, turning toward him suddenly with your hair almost hitting his face.

-" Oh you wanna talk now ? " You exclaimed in a dry laughter, he sighed loudly and closed his eyes for a second as you looked away, you hated sounding so dramatic, but again, you have been suppressing months and months of unspoken words, this was the last straw.

-" You needed me to end it, to leave you to talk ?"

Leave you.

Another stab in the heart and he stopped counting, a dry laughter escaped his mouth while he ran a hand through his hair. He rarely felt this angry around you, and he rarely felt this hurt, the last time was probably since Emma, and that was when he figured out.

This hurt way too much, the thought of you leaving was one of the scariest things he ever saw, it was too strong, only one thing, one damn feeling could do this.

What a shame he needed this to figure it out.

-" So you're leaving ? "

You saw them standing again, tall and impressive, those guards you have been fighting.

You only wanted him to let you in, in the end you didn't win.

Though you could hear the hurt in his voice, his expression turned impassive as always and you hated that even in such a moment when everything was about to fall down, he still thought about his damn walls when your heart was literally bleeding inside your chest.

-" you never trusted anyone to stay anyway " you shrugged, feeling the tears starting to gather in your eyes while he dryly laughed, looked away from you and licked his lip.

-" Yeah ? Well, I thought you'd be the exception."

Please be the exception.

-" did you even treated me like one ?" Your voice slightly broke, before you cleared it. "what i mean is, i’m going to stop watering a dead flower, expecting it to grow again. it’s over, this is over"

A dead flower. A lost cause, undeserving, you ended up figuring out yourself. Yet another stab.

-" You never talk, I don't even know who you are, what you like, what you hate, what you fear-"

-" This. " He cut you off, turning around to face the kitchen door. " That's what I feared the most, this damn moment. The transition between having everything and having nothing but regret. "

Your heart ached for him, you knew he had lost, he never talked about it but he had that look in his eyes, the one you have when you went through hell and back.

He talked for the last time.

-" But yeah, go. Leave like everyone else. "

Please don't let me go.

You took the fall, watching as he angrily stormed out of the kitchen to the living room, grabbing his jacket and making his way toward the front door.

The door handle felt wrong in his hand, that was not what he should be holding.

And he heard you sighing, he heard his heart breaking.

His frown relaxed.

He always wondered, what would have happened if he confessed to Emma before... ?

And now that life has given him a second chance to be happy, a gift from the heavens, he was walking away, ending it.

She wanted it.

But she tried. he reminded himself. I didn't.

Too stuck in his own head and feelings to even think that you might be hurting, confused and lost. He didn't deserve you.

But he got you anyway, was it too late ?

You still were breathing, you still were there.

And he figured out better than anyone how life could be a gift, such a fragile one.

His hand slowly, dropped to his sides, leaving the door handle.

You have been the light to his darkness, gave him your time , love and care.

He turned around, head still lowered and buzzing, dropped his jacket back on the couch.

The best thing he had so far, and he was ruining it, leaving it, for someone else to take it, his chest hurt.

Your eyes widened when you heard his steps approaching, you quickly wiped away the few tears that escaped your eyes before looking away when he came back, avoiding his gaze. You startled when his hand found your injured one, tried to pull it away only for him to stop you.

-" I'll fix it".

His voice was stern, you looked at his face and your heart missed a beat when you caught him looking straight in your eyes, you swallowed thickly and answered.

-" I can do it myself, you were about to-"

-" I said. I'll fix it. ".

This tone, you knew it too damn good. It was the one he never used with you, the one he took with an annoying client, with someone that would let his eyes linger way too long on you outside, it was the one you should take seriously. He didn't left you much choice anyway, he was already dragging you toward the bathroom, where once there, he let you sit on the vanity while he grabbed the first aid kit.

You swallowed a thick amount of air when he came back to you, and his cologne invaded your nostrils. He ignored the tingling sensation he felt under your gaze and took your hand in his, starting to examine the wound. It was not a big deal, yet there was glass embedded in your skin that had to be removed, he knew it would hurt.

Once again, you were hurting because of him. He didn't deserve you.

His hand reached for the Aid kit that he placed next to you and grabbed a tweezer that he cleaned with some alcohol before coming back to your hand.

Not even in his delinquent era has he tried to take care of his own wounds, but it was you... He could change for you, he would.

Your hand showed a slight resistance when he approached the tweezer from it, Draken looked up at your face so close to his, getting lost in your glossy eyes and wet eyelashes, you had cried. He made you cry, you hated to cry. And you still were the prettiest for his eyes.

-" let me take care of things for once, yeah ?"

You shrugged, giving him the silent treatment and let your eyes fall to your hand, he sighed and went to start removing the shards, one by one, stopping from time to time to slightly take a look at your face to see if it was too painful before resuming.

After cleaning and disinfecting the wound, he began wrapping a bandage around your hand, and the soothing silence around you encouraged him to speak.

-" you're so full of light... and i'm terrified that i'll be the one who quenches it. "

Your heart started racing faster, you focused on his face, that was focused on your hand instead, truth is he was too embarrassed to even say it to your face. He was getting inside the field of his insecurities, opening up, and he wanted to get used to that idea before facing your whole world of eyes.

-" you bring the best out of me but i’m the worst for you."

It hurt to admit, yet it was the truth. You have been the light, the new era, you were like coming out for fresh air for him, a whole storm of smiles, laughters and ridiculous fights you never stood a chance against his tall and muscular body, a true tease. And he had put you in so much pain that you ended up hurting yourself tonight, he didn't deserve you.

And it made him angry, made him grip your hand tighter because he had wished and he would have gave his soul away not to feel that way, it was like an illness, feeling the pain but not being able to control anything.

He wished he was enough.

-" the world just... feels right. when you're with me."

Those words could have seemed not enough for anyone else, however you knew how much it was taking him from how tight he was holding your hand. Your other one reached for his chin, you lifted his head until his gaze met yours, and you got lost into his eyes where there was so much emotions passing by, for once.

-" why is it so damn difficult for you to believe you're worthy of love? "

He didn't deserve you.

Even after everything, you still pulled something like that. Were you truly a gift or a just a sweet torture to remind him of something he would never be able to keep ?

Under pressure, that is how he felt. Because he knew he wasn't good enough, and he knew he would ruin it, if not tonight, probably soon, he wanted to try, to move heaven and earth for it, still...

-" I'm afraid that I'mma fuck it up, fuck you up. "

-" then don't" you frowned, he scoffed.

-" Easier said than done. "

-" Why is it ?" You innocently tilted your head to the side, and he couldn't help but notice how beautiful you were, damaged, on the verge of crying, hurt, and still so pure , so perfect.

He wished he would have been enough... but he knew he would never be.

And there he was again, mistake after mistake, again. He punched the counter under you in an adrenalin rush, pulling his hair back when he caught sight of how you suppressed a startle.

You were so strong, much stronger than him. Strong in your own fragility, trying to cope with his shit in order not to make him feel bad.

You were too perfect for this world, even.

-" 'cause I'm a fucking coward. " He locked eyes with yours that made his guts stir. " cause you're there, with every breath I take and in every damn face I see. And I'm freaking scared of how deep I'm in love "

Fortunately, you were sitting on the sink, because if you were not, God knows how hard your knees would have hit the ground. For his words had knocked you off of your feet, making your heart beat even louder.

I'm in love, your eyes widened, his remained still, and glued to yours. Now that he said it, there was no coming back, and though your silence was frightening, the words allowed him to breathe better when they left his throat.

As for you, you struggled to believe you heard him well. Draken, Ken Ryuguji, the one you never even expected to tell you he appreciated you told you he loved you, no he had no right to move your world upsidedown this way.

-" are you saying this because I was leaving... ?" You inquired, In disbelief, he frowned and held your hand in his.

-" No, shit, no. I'll do something about that, I'll beg you, I am begging you, don't give up on me. Don't give up on us".

He hesitated, but staring through your softened eyes, he finally found the guts in him to slip between your legs, wrap his hands around your waist, and his head nuzzled in the crook of your neck.

He closed his eyes, inhaling your perfume and sighed, it smelled like home, the one he never had, the one he never knew. It smelled good, comfortable, and it was the place he would want to come back every night after work .

-" stop pushing everyone away, Ken. Especially me. " Your hand flew to his hair, caressing it as he breathed you in, you felt him nodding against your skin.

-" I will. " He pulled his head back to look at your face, your hand fell on his cheek, and he leaned in your touch. " I'd bleed my fucking heart out for you. Just... Don't go, I won't overcome it this time. Not you...".

He was not used to talk that much, neither to beg. Yet he couldn't help but wonder if it was enough, if you still were thinking about leaving or not, he couldn't help but tell himself he needed to add something, just in case you weren't convinced.

-" anything but not you... "

He was nothing more than a homeless heart, and you finally gave him his rest. Too overwhelmed to even speak, you leaned towards him and took his lips in yours, he had immediately kissed you back. This kiss was nothing like the ones you used to share, it was not a first one, but a real one, full of emotions, filled with all the unspoken words between you, with promises of love and attention.

When he tried to pull away, your hands found his collar to pull him back to you, deepening the kiss. The way your tongue slipped between his lips says it all, the moan he let out in your mouth said it all, about the tornado that assaulted him while moving his lips against yours.

Hands around your sides slide down your thighs, under your sundress slowly caressing the skin and feeling its softness, he felt lucky to even be able to touch you after how he acted toward you.

He felt himself stiffening, though, the minute you kind of jumped from the sink to wrap your bare thighs around his hips and your hands behind his neck, his hands supported your weight while still kissing you, thumbs rubbing circles over the plush of your thighs.

-" Babe- Babe " he panted between two kisses, pulling you slightly away to look at your bright eyes, heart crushing from how pretty you looked. " Some more and I can't stop, please, I can't".

He felt even dirtier, you two barely finished arguing and his thoughts already were spinning around you and your body pressed against his.

Not that it hasn't been nights that he started thinking about it... Lonely nights in his bed, wondering how good your body would look under him, wondering just how you looked like under those enticing clothes of yours, imagining that mouth that you never stopped running, closing around him... Only when the thoughts would start getting overwhelming, he would free himself from his underwear and start stroking himself, imagining your face, your hands, your cunt...

You two never made it past hot kisses and some wandering hands here and there, and he never asked for more. You were young, it has been only months since you were seeing each other, and he would give you enough time to start wanting it by yourself, he would never rush you.

But, he was just a man, and feeling your crotch rubbing against his in that position, feeling your chest against his and seeing them poking out from your sundress' cleavage as you two were pressed against each other, devouring your mouths... He had to stop before you could notice his hard-on and make a fool of himself.

- " and who told you to stop ?" You innocently tilted your head to the side, his eyes widened and his grip around your thighs tightened. Were you just aware of what you were implying? God, your doe-like eyes on him were making his pants tighter.

-" Take me, Ken. " You added, he felt the rug pulled beneath his feet. His heart started racing faster, your words, your eyes, your lips, a wildfire spreading through his body.

-" No. We're not using reconciliation sex, it's unhealthy- fuck !"

He groaned as you rode his hard-on, pulling yourself up and down by your hands on his shoulders, he gripped your thighs harder to steady you, feeling so full and heavy because of your sudden gesture.

-" 'm begging you to take me, Ken. " Your voice came up as a whine, and if this was not enough to make him moan, the second time you rode him definitely was.

-" you don't have to do this to make things better, I don't want you to think-"

-" No. I don't want you to think. " You stopped him, fierce gaze on him burning him to ashes. " I've been willing to give myself to you since days... I want you to fuck me, Ken."

-" Goddamn..." It was his turn to buckle his hips against you, pulling out a shaky breath from you and him as well.

The heat dyed clementine and twilight over your cheeks, and it seemed as if everytime you blinked, a new flower bloomed, and a whole full starry night shone through your eyes. You were art, raw, painful, and just like art was supposed to do, you were making him feel.

-" C'mon, am I really that bad ?" You joked in a nervous laugh, he frowned, pulled you even closer, how could you believe something like that when he wasn't even able to take his eyes off of you ?

-" No. I am. "

His voice was now a whisper, because the air pressure was already deafening enough.

The barometric pressure increased as if you were going underground, while the air began to run out as if you were going up in altitude.

You gravitate towards each other, like two planets without ever touching, and fighting against this invisible force that attracted you to each other started to be a hard task.

But after a while, when the force of gravity increased too much and the distance between the two planets shrank.

Collapse was inevitable.

Urges in his body, urges that was full of you, craving to possess every letter of your name, so he said " fuck it all" and finally broke the chains that kept you from crossing that line between you two.

He suddenly leaned and kissed your lips, and you couldn't wrap your head around the fact that he accepted, so much that you didn't even noticed he was already making his way to your bedroom, opened the door and closed it behind the two of you.

And there you were, laying on the bed, somehow your dress found itself on the floor, he was amazed by the raw poem you were.

He understood what you meant saying I was willing to give myself to you, now. You knew that baby pink was the color he liked the most on you, thus, the baby pink lingerie set. But did you knew what the sight of your breasts inside that bandeau embroidered bra did to him ? Did you knew the matching embroidered and cut out knickers had his cock dripping precum on his pants like a fucking teenager in heat ?

-" That's... Too damn hot. You drive me insane ".

You bit your lower lip and smiled, pulling him by the collar into a kiss as his knees sunk on each side of the mattress. You felt butterflies in your stomach when his hands came to meet your hips, bringing you closer to him.

His fingers dug into your skin, yours gripped his shirt which you pulled over his head, revealing his muscular torso, and you ran your hand over his left pectoral, where you felt his heart pump at a frantic pace. His skin was hot, almost burning, but you wanted to burn even more, to feel it even more.

-" If you ever want to stop, at any moment-"

-" I will tell you " you promised, he leaned in to give you another kiss on your lips, you smiled in that one and pulled away. " It's not like you scare me or anything, after all ".

The corners of his mouth tug in a smirk, his eyebrows raised, you nodded again, smiling.

-" Don't let your mouth get you into something that little pussy can't handle".

His horse voice send butterflies to your belly, without breaking the eye contact, he lowered himself to lick a stripe along your neck, the feeling making you shiver to the spine and pull him closer to you.

-" you have no idea what this pussy can handle ".

-" Hm, then what about you show daddy what his baby girl's pussy can handle ?"

You startled as his hands started sliding your panties down, the cold air hitting against your intimate parts and making you shiver, his eyes drank on the sight and he licked his lips, then peered back at your face.

-" I... You, I mean-"

Draken snorted and switched both your positions, therefore you found yourself now on top of him, as he lied down on the mattress.

-" C'mon, don't be shy now. C'mere and sit on my face ".

You were the most adorable, when your eyes widened, your lips parted from surprise, and that know-it-all expression faltered.

-" sit on your what ?"

Draken's frowned, then quickly, his mind registered everything and his eyes widened, his hands gripped your bare ass tighter, making you whimper.

-" Damn, seriously ?" A virgin, untouched beauty, his to claim, to take, you indeed gave him all of you. " Oh fuck, You're killing me"

His big hands directed you toward his face, ignoring your protests and pressed you against it, he let you fidget as much as you wanted, he was too busy inhaling your natural scent to even care.

-" Hey you " he smirked and brushed his nose against your clit, you immediately cursed and gripped his hair, starting to feel your cunt heating.

His calloused fingertips as a paintbrush traced every curve of your body, like an artist painting his best creation, hands gripping onto you like a musician gripping his guitare, while you orchestrated the softest sounds that could sing their way through your voice into his ears.

You were already dripping for him when he came to collect his due, goosebumps like braille as he swallowed your clit and made your eyes roll from pleasure. He alternates by teasing your folds, making vertical back and forth on it with his tongue until he curled that one inside of you and you let out a scream.

-" Can't believe " he mumbled against your insides, you moaned even more because of his voice vibrating through you. " This tight, this wet, and jus' f'me ".

-" Only you " you nodded fervently, eyes rolling back as he kept making orchestral manoeuvres. Your ashen skin glistens, moonlit and each curve of you like dunes led his parched lips to your oasis, where flowers blossoms and your sweet nectar flowed to quench his thirst.

Your taste, scent, view on top of him, soft thighs skin against his fingers, everything was too overwhelming, too good, he could have came untouched just because of it. Supporting your body on his face with one hand, the other flew to his underwear where he stroke his member two or three times, groaning while fucking his hand.

Feeling your high close, you whined and started moving yourself shyly against his face, his hand left his crotch to help you with it.

-" t's okay,m'pretty girl can ride my face 'til she's dripping cum ".

You didn't even needed more than Draken's deep voice, you started getting off against his mouth, quickly reaching your high and crying out on top of him, creaming in his mouth, he didn't let a single drop go to waste.

And you barely had enough time to come down from your first high that he already had you pinned against the mattress again, on top of you,and started playing with your tits after undoing your bra. He worshipped your body like he never did with anything else, you were too good, too pretty, you deserved way more than the attention he was giving to your chest.

-" Ken... 's a lot, need you inside " you breathed loudly, rubbing your thighs together and that meer sight made his cock twitch between his legs. He leaned to place a kiss on your lips, at the same time his hands parted your legs open, making a space for himself between them and lining his tip with your entrance.

He rubbed his leaking tip against your folds, you clenched around nothing making him moan your name while grabbing your hips.

It was slowly turning him crazy, how huge he was and how tight you were.

-" felt that, pretty girl ? No one but you can make daddy feel this way ".

You were too eager to even answer, he understood it, and soon, he couldn't wait no longer, started pushing himself inside you.

And God were you tight, God did he felt loved, being hugged that way.

-" Damn. This. I wanna die inside this pussy "

But he had to control himself, and he started peppering kisses all over your face, chest, and neck while you clung on his shoulders and breathed heavily. The sensation was not really painful, it was just kind of uncomfortable, and it tingled.

-" Did that hurt, love ? Want daddy to make ya feel better ?" Concern was audible through his deep contained voice, he was containing himself for you. You nodded, and his thumb flew to your clit, starting to draw circles over it which eventually made the stretch easier to take.

-" Shhhh, that's it, relax. M'baby is in safe hands ".

And you felt it, as strong as he was, you knew he was strong for you and not against you.

Draken found that sight addictive, the contrast, your soft skin against his rough one, your small body caged between his big arms and under his giant body, so cute, he couldn't help but think, staring at your half-lidded eyes and swollen lips letting out whimpers of pleasure.

-" Move, I got this... Handled"

He scoffed, because even in your most vulnerable state, you tried being cocky. You were really made to be loved by him.

The tingling sensation started to fade away, therefore he started pushing himself deeper and pulling out slowly, moaning in unison with you. He couldn't believe, he was making one with you, finally, after all the doubts and the insecurities, you let him inside your most private parts.

-" Goddamn, you feel amazing ". He praised, you furrowed your eyebrows and bit your lip, begining to move yourself against him as well, the building up pleasure was exquisite.

-" Can my pretty girl take all of me ? Yeah, you can and you will ".

He placed your legs on his shoulders suddenly, begining to push even deeper until reaching a point that had you rolling your eyes and clenching around him, which in his turn got him panting heavily.

-" Fuck, look how good you take it ... "

And you saw it, you finally caught the hidden part of Ken Ryuguji.

With every thrust, he was introducing you to his spirit animal; unreserved and untamed. He was showing you his most basic instincts, those who don't care who could hear your moans and his growls. He was being himself around you, unfiltered and off leash.

Yes, he was simply answering nature's call.

The finish was sublime.

Watching you as you rumbled, shaking to your bones, he felt strangled by the constriction of your vagina around him, and the exquisite pain that his pulsating member caused inside you. Your image thus, below him and completely hypnotized by your sensations only accelerated his arrival.

He looked intensely at you, while you were releasing your nectar for the second time that night, holding into his arms like you were afraid to levitate if you did not.

Few thrusts after, he came with a strained groan, as he filled you with his poison and heat spread between your legs, fully satisfied and nearly flying from the addictive sensation of being inside of you.

He nuzzled the crook of your neck and your arms surrounded him while your hands came to caress his hair, hugging each other out of the world. And for once, the silence wasn't heavy, incomplete. It was comfortable, pleasant, he was breathing you in, you were embracing him.

-" I meant it " he started, earning a curious look from you as you two came slowly down from your high. " When I said I'd bleed my heart out for you, I will. Now I'm about t'give ya my all, so don't you dare letting me down. "

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Anyway, guys, about your REQUESTS, do not worry, I'm working on each one of them and I'm not forgetting any, I'll do my best to finish them as soon as possible <3

Honestly ? Idk why I have to make a plot out of everything, I could just have made a smut, but... It was too tempting.

Credit @yuannaoi on Instagram, take a look at her art she's stunning!

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[yoga-onion]

Legends and myths about trees

Celtic beliefs in trees (6)

Ogham alphabet and tree calendar

The Ogham alphabet is the most ancient Irish writing script. There, every letter of the alphabet is associated with the name of a tree, and for this reason, ogam is sometimes known as the Celtic tree alphabet.

The ogham script was a secret means of communication for the druids and also a key to the spirit world.

There are roughly 400 surviving orthodox inscriptions on stone monuments throughout Ireland and western Britain, the bulk of which are in southern Munster. The largest number outside Ireland are in Pembrokeshire, Wales.

Details of the Celtic tree calendar are as follows:

B for Beth (Birch) - December 24th - January 20th

L for Luis (Rowan) - January 21st - February 17th

N for Nion (Ash) - February 18th - March 17th

O for Onn (Golden Gorse) - March 21st Spring Equinox

F for Fearn (Alder) - March 18th - April 14th

S for Saille (Willow) - April 15th - May 12th

H for Huath (Hawthorn) - May 13th - June 9th

D for Duir (Royal Oak) - June 10th - July 17th

U for Ura (Heather) - June 21st Summer Solstice

T for Tinne (Holly) - July 18th - August 5th

C for Coll (Hazel) - August 5th - September 1st

Q for Quert (Apple) - September 2nd - September 29th

E for Eadha (Aspen) - September 21st Autumn Equinox

G for Gort (Ivy) - September 30th - October 27th

Ng for Ngetl (Broom) - October 28th - November 24th

Ss for Straif (Blackthorn) - Samhain/Hallowe'en

R for Ruis (Elder) - November 25th - December 21st

I for Idho (Yew) - December 21st Winter Solstice

A for Ailm (Pine) - December 23rd Birth of the Divine child

Ph for Phagos (Beech) - all year around

木にまつわる伝説・神話

ケルト人の樹木の信仰 (6)

オガム文字と木の暦

オガム文字は、最古のアイルランドの表記文字 (アルファベット)。そこでは全てのアルファベットが木の名前と結びついており、このため、オガム文字はケルトの樹木のアルファベットと呼ばれることもある。

オガム文字はドルイドにとって密かな伝達の手段であり、また霊の世界に導く鍵でもあった。

アイルランドとイギリス西部の石碑には、約400の正統派の碑文が現存しているが、その大部分はマンスター南部にある。アイルランド以外で最も数が多いのは、ウェールズのペンブルックシャーである。

ケルトの木の暦の詳細は以下の通り:

B は Beth  (ｼﾗｶﾊﾞ) - 12月24日～1月20日 LはLuis (ﾅﾅｶﾏﾄﾞ) - 1月21日～2月17日 NはNion (ﾄﾘﾈｺ) - 2月18日～3月17日 OはOnn (ﾊﾘｴﾆｼﾀﾞ) - 3月21日・春分の日 FはFearn (ﾊﾝﾉｷ) - 3月18日～4月14日 SはSaille (ﾔﾅｷﾞ) - 4月15日～5月12日 HはHuath (ｻﾝｻﾞｼ) - 5月13日 - 6月9日 DはDuir (ﾛｲﾔﾙ･ｵｰｸ) - 6月10日～7月17日 UはUra (ﾋｰｽ) - 6月21日・夏至 TはTinne (ﾋｲﾗｷﾞ) - 7月18日～8月4日 CはColl (Hazel) -8月5日～9月1日 QはQuert (ﾘﾝｺﾞ) - 9月2日～9月29日 EはEadha (ﾎﾟﾌﾟﾗ) - 9月21日・秋分の日 GはGort (ｷﾂﾞﾀ) - 9月30日～10月27日 NはNgetl (ｴﾆｼﾀﾞ) - 10月28日～11月24日 SはStraif (ﾘﾝﾎﾞｸ) -サムハイン/ハロウイーン RはRuis (ﾆﾜﾄｺ) - 11月25日～12月21日 IはIdho (ｲﾁｲ) - 12月21日 冬至 AはAilm (ﾏﾂ) - 12月23日 神の子の誕生 Ph は Phagos (ﾌﾞﾅ) - 1年中

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[villiedoom]

Hello. I hope you're having a good day.

I think a couple of Vaerafes have come to visit me today.

I, by no means, mean to sound rude or sarcastic, I just thought that sharing this with you would be the right thing to do. I am one of those shy silent followers, I leave as much feedback as possible through likes and reblogs, but rarely (almost never) dare to write something to creators I admire. As a daydreamer (and a fellow gardener worlbuilder συσ), your blog always seemed especially fascinating to me, and I found great comfort in a thought that there is another person out there who is able to peek into different worlds, just like I do. I adore your worldbuilding and art, but I have always been just a watcher, not feeling that special connection to Vaerafes that you have (which I consider normal) and just tending to my own (not so) little place.

But I saw two of them today, just a couple of hours or so ago.

I often find myself thinking about death during this time, and recently, something happened that made me think about it again. I was in a car with my mom today, we were driving to my grandmother's place. I was in the front passenger seat, listening to music, when Chimeras by Tim Hecker came next in my playlist. For me, this particular piece of music sounds almost similar to death, the way I feel and perceive it. I recommend giving it a listen, it's terrifying but extremely beautiful and soothing at the same time.

I am generally able to "control" what I see in my head while listening to music, but what I saw next was involuntary. It was a cold place, somewhere in the mountains, probably, and the ground was made of black stone, covered by faint, grainy snow. There was a big black rock in front of me, and a Vaeraf was standing on that rock. He had short white fur (I somehow knew he was a male) and dark eyes – not pitch black, but rather brown, similar to my dearest friend's eye color. Her eyes are dark, but turn hazel when the light hits them at the right angle, and this Vaeraf's eyes were the same, I just knew that, though there was no sun and the sky was grey. He looked determined, but there was something cold and bitter in his expression. We stood there looking at eachother for five minutes or so, then his gaze softened and he walked away.

Then another Vaeraf appeared out of thin air. He did not walk, as the previous one did, he was motionless. He had coal black long fur, and his eyes were big, round and white, like two pearls. His face was quite long and slender even for a Vaeraf, looking more like a borzoi dog's muzzle. His expression was blank, he did not move, just observed me, but I sensed malice coming from him. His long fur ruffled on the cold, but damp wind.

He was still standing on that rock when this vision went away. Mild anxiety and uneasiness lingered for some time after that, but, as I'm writing this, I am at peace, more or less.

I'm sorry for this being so long and messy, but I feel like this experience is worth sharing with you. I don't think I'll be giving any special meaning to this (like considering it an omen), but I still admire this vision I had, and would be glad to hear your thoughts about it. Again, I'm very sorry in case I come off as rude and disrespectful to your creation, I did not mean that.

Thank you for being a huge inspiration for me and lots of people out there.

Wow, this is very interesting! Thank you for sharing this with me, it's really a very strange feeling for me when people say that they saw Vaerafes too, in their dreams or visions :D

It's interesting that you connected this vision with your thoughts about death (if I get you right?), because in fact I myself put a lot of such thoughts into my art.

The gray world without the sun, with black rocks and snow, is what I can associate with my "Eclipse" story, which is related to death and which I literally consider to be the reflection of my own fears and thoughts about inevitable suffering, loss and death, including also the death of such things as real and imaginary worlds... this story came to me in dreams (or rather, these were nightmares) and visions, I was obsessed with it and drew quite a lot about it, and it has significantly influenced my art and worlds. And in general, Vaerafes often were the ones who guided me when I fell into the abyss of total depression, filling me with a strange feeling that I can compare with something cosmic and otherworldly, sometimes evoking some kind of existential fear, but at the same time very... homely, caring and comforting. It's weird, I know, but it helped me a little to find motivation to continue to struggle and live.

Perhaps these images from my art somehow impressed you too, giving you such a vision. I hope it's not in a bad way, given how dark and heavy feelings I put into the Eclipse story.

I also really like the way you described the vision itself, I myself was able to imagine it quite vividly! The music also adds a lot to this (spotify doesn't work for me, but I found it on youtube), I really like it and it sounds so familiar, I'm sure I've heard something like that (and this one feels slightly similar, I guess?). In fact, this music really creates a strange feeling that reminds me of my worlds, and also a kind of nostalgia and longing...

Thank you!

I don't know if this has any deeper meaning, as imagination and visions are a very personal thing and only you can know if it means something and if it says something important to you. I myself perceive such visions as communication with myself and my subconscious, as a reflection of my inner fears, desires, or my hidden will and strength, whereas the Vaerafes, and just any of my characters that I communicate with, are a kind of my guides. Maybe it makes sense to you too!

And you are not disrespectful or rude at all! On the contrary, in your message you rather sound like the one of the very few who understood the language of my art and treated it with care. Thank you very much for that ~ 💙

#messages

[icey--stars]

Born For Tragedy: Part 14

Series Index

She was tragedy. Nothing except death, fear and pain followed in her wake. When she was young, she was beaten. Now she’s the one doing the beating as an assassin. A mysterious stranger comes to her, paying an absurd amount of money for her to kill Beron Vanserra, and protect the eldest son until the job is done. She stumbles across a story much similar to her own, and knows what must be done.

a/n: so, tbh, my motivation for this story has been dying (with less than 2 chapters to write? why brain) but im going to try and power through it and write the ending. anyway, figured id update yall lol i have up to part 17/20 finished, just gotta get 18-20 finished 😔😔

also ill be honest, i didnt expect the route this chapter took despite having it outlined. i just let it go lmAo and it turned out pretty good i think?

finally, im on vacation all of today (this is queued lol) until thursday so i won't be able to respond to your lovely comments until then! nevertheless, i hope you enjoy :D

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When Valda awoke, she practically launched herself out of the bed, breathing hard and eyes blown wide as she remembered what she had to do today. She had to get out now. She wouldn’t be caught dead in front of the High Lord of the Night Court. He’d snap and she’d be bloody mist.

So she quickly reached for the clothing she had on hand– all black and strapped on the weapons she’d had strapped on her for the ball.

There was a knock on the door as she finished the last tie on her boots and she practically leaped out of her skin.

“Come in,” Valda called, standing to glance around her to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything stupid. She’d winnow to her little hideout and gather most of her materials in the bags there and then go to Redwood and complete her task there before she came back to the House late at night.

“I’ll be honest, I thought you would still be asleep,” Eris drawled from the door.

Valda turned to look at him, already outfitted in fancy court attire. “I won’t be caught dead with that monster around,” she growled.

“Rhysand?” Eris asked. “I suppose that’s an accurate way to describe him.”

Valda felt near catatonic still being in the Forest House with Rhysand on his way. “I’ve got to leave, I’ll see you later tonight-”

“Wait,” Eris called as she moved past him.

She paused for a moment to turn back to him. “What?”

Eris smiled softly. “Stay safe,” he said. “And Rhys isn’t supposed to be here until noon. He’s only here for the afternoon. You’re okay.”

Valda nodded, taking one deep, calming breath. She felt more focused.

“Also, I think you’re forgetting a letter on the bedside table,” Eris pointed out.

Valda perked up and turned back before groaning. “I’m a dumbass,” she said as she retrieved the unmarked letter. Just a wax seal kept it closed, and even that was just black with no imprint. “Right, see anything else I’m forgetting?”

“I think you’re good to go. I’ll see you later,” Eris replied. “Stay safe.”

“An assassin’s life is never safe,” Valda said before she walked out the door. She marched herself out of the House, sneaking past servants before she was freed from the building.

A swirl of shadow distracted her and she narrowed her eyes as she walked down the side of the House. Then she saw a male. An Illyrian with hazel eyes and blue glowing stones. Valda held her breath as she recognized the shadowsinger of the Night Court. Fuck, she thought. She had to warn Eris about the spy who seems to not have noticed her yet, but also not get caught. This male, she knew, was a spymaster and an elite one at that. She didn’t want to get caught here, which might prove difficult due to a literal shadowsinger being here..

The male turned suddenly and Valda tensed, shoving her magic over her head like a hood.

The shadowsinger’s blue jewels, siphons, all seven of them, glowed threateningly. “Reveal yourself,” he ordered.

Valda glanced at the window to her right briefly, remembering a door that led into the room just around the corner and could be locked very easily. It might lead her directly into the guard’s lounge but she had no choice here.

Valda didn’t waste a second and turned and ran.

The shadowsinger didn’t shout but she heard crunching behind her on the leaves.

She opened the door, slipped through and then shut it. She turned the knobs for all three locks there. Then she turned toward the empty broom closet, glanced at the window beside the door where the shadowsinger was currently staring at her before sprinting down the hallway connecting the broom closet to the guard lounge.

As she barged into that room, there was a flurry of motion, but she got past them and continued sprinting as fast as she could, heading for the High Lord’s suite.

“It’s an assassin!” One guard screamed.

Not for Eris, she growled to herself as she gathered her magic. You should be more worried about the Night Court crony behind me.

“ERIS!” She yelled loudly as she barged past a group of servants. “GET OUT HERE ERIS VANSERRA!”

A familiar face finally popped out of Eris’s old room. The same place she’d left him. Her room now.

“What?” Eris asked. “What happened? Why do you have 10 guards chasing after you?”

“ASSASSIN!” The guards screamed.

Valda panted for a few seconds before managing to get out the words she needed to. “Shadowsinger. Night Court. Spying. Ran to warn you.”

Eris’s gaze hardened.

“Stop,” he ordered the guards barrelling down the hallway. “She’s not an assassin. She’s my spy.”

The guards paused. “Well why’d she come through the damn broom closet of the lounge?” One guard asked.

“Be more worried about the Night Court shadowsinger on the Forest House premises,” she growled.

“Secure the area,” Eris ordered. “Everyone on high alert and guards at every corner. Inside and out. Report any signs of shadows to me directly.”

“Yes sir,” the guards said. “If you’re sure those shadows aren’t a danger.”

I internally winced. I couldn’t take these off. My cover as Adira would be blown a bit too early.

“Not at all,” Eris replied. “Now go.”

Valda panted for a few more moments before chuckling. “Well that wasn’t the plan.”

“Where was he?”

“West side,” Valda managed despite her dry throat. “Mostly invisible because of those shadows, but armed with all seven of those damn siphons. Very clearly spying.”

“Did he say anything?”

“Wanted to know who I was,” Valda coughed out. “That’s all. I didn’t do anything.”

“Sir!” A servant came running, holding a paper. “A message from the Night Court.”

Eris hummed and took the letter, tearing it open.

Valda peered over his shoulder curiously.

Eris,

I see you found my friend. Tell me who yours is. I’m coming earlier than planned.

- Rhysand

Eris scoffed. “His mind powers are truly interesting to navigate,” Eris mused. “It seems Azriel was here and Rhys told him to do it. Now he wants to know what kind of Night Court High Fae I have here.”

“I need to leave,” Valda cut in. “Just tell them a short story about Adira. It doesn’t say when he’s going to be here. I need to leave.”

“And if he finds you?” Eris asked. “Azriel is likely still near.”

“Once I’m out of the damn wards, I can winnow wherever I want and get my actual materials,” Valda said. “I’ve been chased before. I know what I’m doing.”

Eris tensed a little before sighing. “I’ll glamor you until you’re out of the wards. Walk with you.”

“Fine,” Valda allowed, despite not needing it.

Suddenly, she felt a heavy blanket of magic wrap around her and she stood up straighter, humming.

“So that’s an invisibility glamor? That sucks,” she joked.

“Careful, you can still be heard,” Eris warned and began walking down the hallway.

Valda quieted, stalking in the wake of Eris’s footsteps. Eris sent off a few more orders as they walked, but made it outside. She felt a dramatic increase in the magic of the air and sucked in a breath.

It smelled like burning.

“I’m just strengthening the wards,” Eris whispered. “Meant to do it today before Rhys appeared, but it seems Azriel has taken advantage of the ones my father left.”

Valda didn’t reply, but inwardly wondered how much stronger Eris would be in comparison to Beron if his wards were that weak.

The end of the wards came soon and Valda reached for her magic.

“Stay safe,” Eris told her sternly. “And come here if you get attacked. No matter what.”

Valda briefly nodded, wondering if Eris could see through the glamor briefly before she winnowed straight to her hideout.

She felt the glamor slip away and took a few deep, calming breaths in the wake of the morning’s events.

That shadowsinger better not fuck around with her when she manages to get Eris to let her winnow through the wards. She could snap and he’d be gone.

“Right,” she muttered to herself and scanned the little treehouse before she began rapidly packing things into a backpack. Mostly weapons, some clothing and some other random materials. The treehouse was clean in a matter of 20 minutes.

Not wanting to linger, she pulled on her hood and winnowed to the general location she knew of Redwood. She’d only briefly walked through there for some food while on a brief scouting trip, but it was enough to get her close enough.

She squared her shoulders and marched toward the town, locking her darkness away under a veil inside of her. The town started out as a few stray wooden cabins, but quickly grew into a thriving residential area before she made it to the market square.

There were people talking everywhere and she saw many interesting signs.

A few were calling for Eris’s death and a few in celebration of Beron’s. A very diverse opinion of the lower class so far. Someone suddenly tore down one of the posters for Eris’s death and she blinked as she beheld the small, dirtied boy who’d just plucked it down.

A lord was in the center of the chaos, yelling loudly and dressed in all sorts of finery.

“He must be stopped! He didn’t even search for the assassin who killed him! Eris must be killed!”

“Get him!” A peasant female screamed. “Put him behind bars! Eris is spreading good!”

Valda wasn’t expecting this level of chaos already. Damn, she thought. It wasn’t a riot, but it was more of a mob against the lord of Redwood.

Valda pulled one of the males at the back to the side who’d been yelling briefly and asked in a kind, curious tone, “What’s happening sir?”

“This lord thinks he can call for the death of our High Lord!” The male shouted.

“You like Eris?” Valda asked.

“Of course! He’s lowering taxes for us and paying us more! My family isn’t starving anymore! And this lord thinks he can take it all away from us!”

“Well that’s certainly not fair,” Valda agreed. “Does this entire group like Eris then?”

“Yes!” A female beside the male piped up. “Eris is our savior. For once the farmers and merchants can live in peace!”

Valda grinned. “That is a wonderful thing.”

“Who are you?” The male asked.

“Oh, I’m a messenger for Eris,” Valda said. “The High Lord was looking for some feedback on his new laws. It seems that it’s held high in the hearts of the lower class.”

“Hell yeah it is!” The female shouted, grinning. “You tell that male he’s doing good that’s long since overdue.”

Another person who’d looked back rushed to speak to Valda as well. “My daughter, my daughter! The High Lord has saved my daughter from starvation. He’s-” The rest of what they said couldn’t be heard over more and more people vying for Valda’s attention.

That was all she needed before she winnowed onto a nearby roof, cloaked in darkness in the shade of a large tree.

The mob’s attention refocused on their original goal.

As she relaxed her shield of darkness when she wasn’t spotted, someone spoke to her from the left.

“Eris’s messenger, huh?” A male asked.

Valda jumped, balancing on the top of the roof with an unsheathed dagger in her hands.

“Hey, hey, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he placated. “Chill out man. I was curious.”

Valda narrowed her eyes before settling back down. “Yes, what of it?”

“What’s your name?”

“Classified,” Valda replied on impulse. “Yours?”

“Same,” he chuckled. “Tell me, why were you here?”

“I had a task that’s none of your business.”

“So you’re reporting to Eris tonight then?”

Valda was suspicious of this male. Very, very suspicious. “You don’t need to know what I’m going to do tonight. Leave me alone.”

“Hey, I didn’t do anything,” the male said, using a hand to use a placating hand gesture. “I was just curious about one thing.”

“What?”

“Who killed Beron?”

Valda’s jaw snapped shut. “An assassin,” she ground out. “Goodbye.”

She winnowed away, farther into the forest. She’d gained the information she needed anyway. Now she just had to wait out Rhysand’s visit until night came.

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Waiting seemed like it took forever, but she left the letter on the edge of the Autumn Court with a quick winnow. So it wasn’t all wasted. It just felt that way.

While she waited, she watched the Forest House from the outside before catching sight of those damn shadows within the meeting room. Then she left, resolving to hike through the red, orange and yellow forests instead. Only one person on horseback decided to attempt to question her on why she was there, but she merely swiped a dagger from her thigh and held it visibly while explaining to the person that she wouldn’t tell them and could stay where the hell she pleased. They left. Valda couldn’t help but chuckle a little. People were sometimes too easy to scare.

For a brief second, the thought that Eris wasn’t scared of her flashed her mind. Eris wasn’t afraid of her like the others were. And that little thing felt so prized to have with her.

When the moon hit its height for the night, she finally dared to return to the Forest House.

However, she saw a lot more guards than usual, which wouldn’t have been a problem normally, but some were dressed in black, which wasn’t typical. It was suspicious.

An entire group of black dressed people suddenly darted around a corner and a guard pointed briefly towards them.

Shit, she swore. Invaders? Assassins? Who are they?

She needed to know and needed to stop them. So she threw her pack into a tree and stalked forward, unsheathing her curved blade from her back and holding it tightly in her right hand.

Valda watched the group of enemies grow larger. The guards were mostly unaware of the gathering forces. Valda lunged forwards over the short fence, feeling the wards slide over her. No winnowing out now, she supposed.

“What was that?” One patrolling guard asks his partner. “Did you see someone-”

“Who are you?!” The other yells in my direction.

She holds her breath and stays still behind the bushes.

“Call backup,” one mutters. “We don’t know whether it's an assassin or not and Eris demanded full coverage of anything suspicious.”

“You go, I’ll watch.”

Valda internally growled in frustration. Back up for her and not the group of enemies where the group was almost thirty!? Damn it.

She carefully manipulated her power, placing a small sound barrier between her and the guard before covering herself in the darkness of the night and leaping out of the bushes, onto the grass. Not wanting to waste magic, she removed the sound glamor and lowered her darkness to the ground, knowing her black clothing was enough to cover her in the less lit area.

The enemies now stood tall and faced the Forest House. She saw a glowing magic start at the fingertips of one of them. Fire, she recognized. Autumn Court? But-

A huge fireball was shot at the building. The guards shrieked but Valda ran forward. She covered herself with a magic shield and then took down one person- then a second before they noticed her.

All of them jumped at her. Valda grunted as flame hit her shield from all sides. It wasn’t as bad as Beron’s, but it was wearing her down fast from all the winnowing she’d done for the day. It was fucking midnight. This was insane.

“Get them all!” One guard shouted.

Shit, Valda thought. She was lumped in with the black clothed people. That meant literally everyone was against her. Damned idiot, she thought to herself. She was an idiot. A complete and utter moron.

She yelped as someone shoved against her shield. The tiniest trickle of fear began to boil in her stomach. She’d long since taken her fear and buried it down into the depths of her soul, but she’d fucked up. Badly.

She drowned the area in pure, rolling darkness and escaped the people that caged her in even as swords clanged and people screamed in pain. She threw her darkness around herself as she leaned against a nearby concrete pillar, groaning.

One- no… three people came running at her with a sword swinging. She rolled to the side just in time, unable to muster the energy to shield against a sword. Maybe fire for a while longer but this… this was getting too close. She still had more than 20 people to get out of the area and she was too close. Not as close as Beron had brought her, but too close for comfort.

A dagger was thrown at her and embedded itself in her thigh as she stood. Valda groaned, fear flooding her senses more strongly now. She needed to get out. She’d messed up.

She shoved a shield of darkness around her again, using their lack of senses to her advantage but then-

“IT’S THE SHADOW!” Screamed one guard.

Valda swore.

“EVERYONE GET THE ASSASSIN!” Another shouted.

People sprinted for her as they unified temporarily against her. Motherfuckers.

Fear edged her senses as she turned and sprinted for the end of the wards in a desperate hope to escape. She could winnow somewhere. She could-

Another dagger embedded in the back of her shoulder and she screamed, falling down. The fear was endless now.

But then there was silence.

Silence wasn’t normal.

She turned, possibly thinking she was dead, but then she saw flaming auburn hair and nice court clothing. Then a deep blue fire in the palm of Eris.

Eris, who stood between her and her attackers.

Eris, who was willing to go against his own guards to do that.

Eris, who was protecting her.

“Funny,” Eris drawled. “I’m pretty sure half of you aren’t supposed to be here.” He glanced at the people in black. “And the other half is chasing after… who?”

“She’s the Shadow!” One screamed. “Kill her!”

Eris glanced back at Valda.

“Guards,” Eris commanded. “Shackle those dressed in black and take them to the dungeons for questioning.”

One went toward her.

“Not her,” Eris growled, the fire in his palm glowing even brighter. That growl sounded possessive, protective and downright aggressive.

“But High Lord-”

“Leave the assassin alone,” Eris snarled.

The guard reluctantly turned back.

Within seconds, the enemies were locked up. Not one of them had tried to run, which surprised her to be honest. It meant they’d had some other goal in mind.

Eris finally turned back to her, leaning down onto the balls of his feet. “Valda,” he said gently. “I’m going to take you to the healers-”

“Why?” She interrupted him.

Eris blinked. “What?” He asked, confused.

“Why did you protect me? In front of everyone?”

Eris opened his mouth, but hesitated. Then a piece of her chest yanked. A string connected to her heart. It yanked so hard she almost lost the minimal balance she had and stabbed her shoulder even worse than before.

Then it glowed golden.

Valda then felt emotions that were foreign to her. Fear, hope, and something along the lines of must protect.

She knew what that meant. Any fae knew what that meant.

“You’re my mate,” she whispered.

Eris didn’t breathe in.

Her eyes widened and she felt unbelievable terror fill her and she suddenly turned and sprinted for the wards.

Eris called after her but as soon as she was free- she winnowed away.

She landed in the frozen wastelands from her training, running for the entryway she knew all too well. A place she went to fear unafraid, because she was forced to not be.

That terror in her chest wasn’t fear for herself anymore though.

The dread was for Eris. This… mate bond would interfere with everything. And she would hurt him. She could never go near that male again. She would not let him get hurt. She must not.

As she stood in that same throne room in the Masters’ Underworld location where she killed them all.

She shivered as she leaned down to remove the dagger poking out of her thigh and then from her shoulder. No danger from either of them. They were not ash nor ash coated. She healed quickly and set out to make a plan.

A plan to protect her mate and to keep herself away.

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[greekstar]

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

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Yarrow- suggested

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

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

I will get to suffixes soon I promise.

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

[edgelordfinalboss]

🌊OF SHARP STONES🌊

SECTION ONE: OCEAN 

POV: Kimora

Chapter: Chapter One

Fandom: The Lost Boys (1987)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Blood, Violence, Witch hunting, Witch burning, Witchcraft, Trauma and Character death.

Summary: A coven of witches living on the beach of Santa Carla have to deal with the death of their leader after a lethal witch burning that leads to the bounty hunting of both them and their romantic partners, the notorious lost boys of Santa Carla. Yet, something more terrifying lives in Santa Carla and it's the spirits of those killed by the hunting, begging for revenge.

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"Yes!"

I swing my hands in the air, stealing the water vapor from the atmosphere with little more than a thought and the pain of overexertion. A flare of white forms in the air, creating a cloud that aims itself toward the well-toned girl only a few footsteps away. Her hair, long and the deep shade of coconut is mixed with pure white highlights that shimmer and shine like the works of a very bad glamour magic attempt.

Her familiar, a chow chow lays in the sand, watching as the event unfolds between us.

A clap and a whistle from one of my biggest fans forces me to bite back a smile as I barely get away from the witch's hand. She's fast but I'm stronger and bigger and the only way that I'll win this battle is to use that to my advantage.

Eyes the color of a rare blood moon gleam at me as the cloud slices through her weapon, a wand made of pine wood and tarnishing copper. I arch back as she darts at me, her fist outstretched for my jaw but only finding my shoulder. I wobble backwards but stay afoot, moving away from her next blow.

Reaching for her wrist, I bury my nails into her skin and drag her onto the sand with a snag. The girl's eyes widen, the red glamor leaving them for her natural hazel with a blink and a yep for help.

"Conclude!" The referee, a young girl about seven years old runs to stop us, her raven black braids flying behind her. Her eyes, two large brown balls of light look between us with worry.

"Heard, Zefra." I say, offering my arm to Hannah, the sun-kissed girl who drags herself up from the earth.

"You owe me another wand." Hannah grins, dusting herself off. "You might have won the fight, but I won a new stick."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I snort as she reaches for my arm.

Before I can jerk away, my knees give away and the scorching ground burns my arms with unrelenting viciousness. Hannah says something under her breath as I lay in the sun with Zefra asking me a hundred times if I'm alright.

"I'm fine, Zefra." I huff as my skin starts to sting. "Just disappointed in myself."

"But you won." The dark-skinned girl looks at me with a soft sadness.

"I know."

"Then why are you disappointed?"

"Because I'm not perfect. One day I will be but right now, I'm gonna give myself hell until my form is undefeated."

"I thought you were great! And that cloud! You aren't even a storm witch and you did that with ease! Maybe you could teach me, Kim!" Her hand finds mine and I pull myself up to give her the illusion that her strength has grown.

"Maybe I'll be your mentor when the time comes."

Her smile grows so big that it makes my heart leap in my chest.

"Maybe you'll find your familiar too." I stand up as she says the very thing that I've been trying to forget.

Even after the horrible event of the destruction of the bluff's coven and the death of Ruth, my coven's leader, my familiar hadn't come to me. Things had gotten worse for us witches, as we had been forced to reduce our training and day-to-day lifestyle.

Even the waters had become agitated, forcing the human dominations to ban the surfers and the fishermen from taking to the waters. The spirits of the bluff's witches ran to the sea, finding comfort in the waves but even within the cobalt, their anger bubbled and raged.

Rightfully so.

"Yeah, maybe." I dust myself off with one hand and keep her hand in the other as we cross the beach towards the gathered witches.

"What do you think they'll look like?"

I shrug. I always imagined the creature would be bigger than the common snake, fox, or rabbit.

"A bloodhound."

"Why?"

"So I can hunt down those men who killed our friends. I want to hunt them like them like the animals that they are."

I don't tell her about the plans that Paul and I had conjured only a few nights after the tragic event. About the ideas that the rest of his lair mates and my coven had thrown in. It shocked me that even the vampires had felt the rage that we had, but alas, Max knew that an attack on us would mean an attack on them.

"Oh. Aren't you scared?" Her bright eyes warm my soul.

"Yeah, but we all are. We have to be to survive." I say, wishing that I could be as strong as the words coming out of my mouth, to be as sure as my steps.

The water hisses from behind me, smacking into the stone wall of earth rising above the waters. Jutting rock shelves hang like swords on a shelf, protecting the upper world from the crashing waves. The saltiness of the ocean fills my every sense, stinging my nose but reminding me of the magic that lives within it.

Zefra looks up in fear as the waves retreat without a body in tow, their hunger for revenge left unquenched.

"How can we please the spirits?" Her small voice asking such a big question catches me off guard.

I don't know.

"No one knows."

She holds my hand tighter as we walk closer to the gathered covens.

"Maybe they're hungry." She whispers.

"You think so?"

The small girl shakes her head. "I know so."

I freeze at her words but before I can clarify just what she meant, she breaks away from me and runs to her coven leader, a pale woman with a heavy amount of black eyeliner and lipstick, her eyes hard on me with something that ranges between distrust and curiosity. Then again, who could blame her?

Any good coven leader would question my motives. It was I who had found the charred remains of the witches with a vampire companion. It was also me who had been too wrecked to help place the bodies to rest before the humans could stump on our sacred lands and destroy what was left of not only our but their dignity.

I wave and dip my head low in respect.

The coven of the twilight hour.

The symbol of a half moon on the leader's arm in the form of a black tattoo clarifies that.

A pigeon pecks at her head, digging its beak in her huge bat's nest of a hairstyle but she seems not to mind it, her gaze locked on mine as she reluctantly returns the gesture.

Her cold expression fades as Zefra embraces her, replaced with a rather soft laugh. I take it as my cue to break the stare, moving off to where my coven of two stands huddled like they've seen a ghost. Even the outgoing Angel, a beam of sunshine seems to be bothered by something.

"Somebody died?" I joke.

"That's not funny." Darla steps forward, her Led Zeppelin shirt stained with its fair share of grit and sand from defeating challenge after challenge except for the last she lost to a girl as fast as lightning.

"Not that it was serious, Darla." I hold my ground as her frown grows deeper.

"Or something I want to bring up." She remains hard.

"Well, I assume that you two are gonna let me know why you're both looking like somebody kicked a puppy." I cross my arm, trying to look tough despite the sun using my head as a target practice.

Angel speaks first, her downward expression forming into one a little better but still quite worrying for her.

"They've been talking about us." Angel keeps her statement short.

"You in particular, as they have for the last weeks-." Darla raises her voice as she keeps going.

"And I should care, why."

"More like why you shouldn't care." Darla snaps. "Let's see, you were seen with a vampire."

"We all date one, keep going." Her pale eyes outlined in dark liner she took from my vanity could rip me apart.

"But you were seen with him in broad moonlight"

"-discovering bodies. If it wasn't for me following my intuition into the woods where their coven is located, who knows what those coven hunters could have done? They should remember the broadness of our situation."

"But they don't see that, Kimora." Angel's voice sounds like a plea. The wild colors of her maxi dress make it hard to focus on her dark brown eyes only a few shades darker than her complexion. "They see what they want to see."

I fight back the shutter in my stomach.

"I don't need to care what they see because I know my intentions. I know what led me there that night and if any of those twilight hour witches try to claw at my name, I'll ask the real question. Why didn't they hear anything, why did our leader have to die when they should have been the first combatants."

"Why are you so adamant?" Darla grabs my arm, the rosary around her neck worn as both a travesty and an attempt to fit in with the humans as a protection cold against my skin.

"Why are you so afraid?" I spit. "We are of the coven of sharp stones, we were never the biggest and now we're the smallest. We can't let them kill off what's left of us."

Darla is never afraid to fight but in front of the other covens would be pure stupid. I hope with the stillness and quiet anger burning in her gaze, something inside of her head is thinking about how right I am.

"Stop it." Angel forces her way between us.

Angel's name is more than fitting if you're relying on the image that comes to a human's head. She is indeed the stereotypical image of the humanoid figure of perfection and love, her beauty and kindness unmatched.

Her heavyset features only add to her goddess appearance, not a blemish on her skin as her stringent self-care routine and perfected glamour magic had paid off.

"Kiki is hungry and if I don't get home, she'll destroy the house." Angel starts, worry edging in her voice for the bobcat.

"You didn't feed her?" I ask.

"No, because if I feed her, she'll still destroy the house trying to find some more food." She lifts her finger. "And today is Laddie's birthday so I have to find him something, we all have to find him something."

Angel narrows her eyes with solemnity. She has come to love the kid almost as much as Dwayne does, if not more. I'm not quite sure who loves him more, Dwayne, Angel, Star, or Paul. Marko is much like David and Darla, silent around the boy with not much to say to him besides a simple, "Hey Kiddo."

"Of course." I nod. "How could I forget."

Only half vampire, like Star, I wonder just how long David or Max would allow Star and Laddie to stay that way.

"You never forget." She pats my hand. "But you-."

She pivots her eyes to the sulking Darla who's already leaving, her copperhead climbing out from the inside of her vest colorful with patches and iron-ons.

"Never mind her." I close my eyes against the sunlight. "Sorry about everything."

"It isn't your fault." I flick my eyes to the now empty beach, the humans only specks farther out towards the mainland closer to the boardwalk.

"There are so many eyes beating down on me, you know what I mean. I want to be perfect, I want to be that girl who holds her punches and laughs it off. The girl who participates in everything and makes everyone feel at home."

"But you aren't that girl. You're the girl who's better at defense magic than memorizing incantations and makes a mean sigil when she needs to. You're the girl who we'd send to walk through danger because your brain completely rotted in the fear department."

"I know and they fear that."

"That's what we love about you. That's what this coven needs." Her lips twitch as she tried to fight back a smile. "That's what Ruth loved, why she let you join with nothing but a stupid Crowley book, a welcome to California notebook, and some herbs which you still have in a box."

My throat trembles as I try to hold back tears and cover it up with more laughable memories.

"She set the Crowley book aflame."

Angel chuckles. "A good choice to be honest. She always knew best."

I try to keep myself as composed as Angel does.

"I miss her."

"Me too." She looks out at the ocean which rears up yet again and strikes, but this time at the humans, dragging some form too close to the warning line of red tap away.

Angel quickly points but I remain tranquil as the people scream and cry out curses to the waters, some running away while a few of the brave dart out to the water to retrieve a man long gone.

When the spirits strike, nothing is left.

Ruth's deep voice rattles through me. I feel it with every fiber of my being.

"We should go." Angel takes my hand. "We need to go."

I shake my head, happy that she said just what I was thinking. "For sure."

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THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT!

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[hazel-d-stone]

Hatsune Goth!

Tried my hand at the art challenge of turning Hatsune Miku into horror characters or creepy pastas that's been going around on twitter.

And idc if you don't count Bella Goth from the Sims as a horror character but for my younger self the cryptic story surrounding her was the scariest thing I could have imagined. The girl went through a lot ok-- I'm still bitter they basically removed all of the earlier storybeats in Sims 4...

#art #digital art #artist #hazel d stone #woman #fanart #digital #Sims #Sims1 #Sims2 #sims fanart #bella goth #hatsune miku #hatsune miku horror #miku creepypasta #art challenge #2024 #hatsune fanart #hatsune goth #missing #bella goth missing #sims bella goth #sims3 #sims4

[ourdramaqueen]

In Vivo | Fan fic | Wednesday Addams x Tyler Galpin

Rating: General Audiences Fandom: Wednesday Pairing: Wednesday Addams/Tyler Galpin Summary: “Well, I may have done a little digging on you after reading the rumors on Enid’s vlog.” Notes: Written for Weyler Writing Week Day 2: Tyler Attends Nevermore

“Yo, Enid! You’re not gonna believe the dirt I heard about your new roommate. She eats human flesh. Totally chowed down on that kid she murdered. You better watch your back.”

Enid stepped aside to reveal Wednesday to the foolish boy who had clearly not seen her stand behind her taller roommate, and she simply couldn’t let this occasion go. “Quite the contrary. I actually filet the bodies of my victims, then feed them to my menagerie of pets.”

He was left gaping, and Enid said in a gratingly exaggerated sweet tone, “Ajax, this is my new roommate, Wednesday.”

Ajax stared at her as she turned to face him. “Whoa. You’re in black and white. Like a living Instagram filter.”

“Ignore him. Gorgons spend way too much time getting stoned,” Enid said, clearly uncomfortable, then added, “Excuse me for a minute, I’ll be right back!” all the while shoving Ajax ahead of herself.

Wednesday heard a chuckle from behind her. “Do you think he’d be more or less afraid of you if he knew that you didn’t murder anyone but you put piranhas in a swimming pool instead?” 

Wednesday whirled to face the boy who had spoken. He was slouched against the wall next to the closed doors she and Enid had been standing in front of. Tall and lean, he had caramel curls and hazel eyes, his conventionally handsome face still showing his amusement at the exchange he had just witnessed.

At her surprised look, he shrugged and added with a tiny smirk, “Well, I may have done a little digging on you after reading the rumors on Enid’s vlog.”

“And how come you found out about the piranhas, but the author of the ‘number one source of Nevermore gossip’ didn’t?”

“Well for one, she spelled your last name with one d instead of two. And my dad being the Sheriff does have one advantage.” She detected a hint of anger in his voice underneath the casual tone. Bad blood between father and son? Clearly this boy was an outcast, but was his father, too? It would be unusual to find an outcast Sheriff. His mother, then? Intermarriages between normies and outcasts were not unheard of, but still rare. Interesting.

Wednesday filed that thought away for now and raised an eyebrow. “You hacked the police database? Impressive.”

“Don’t give me too much credit. It’s not hacking when you know where he’s written down the username and password.”

Wednesday hummed. “You know who I am, but you haven’t told me your name yet.”

“Tyler. Tyler Galpin.”

She tilted her head as she studied him more closely. He seemed relaxed, but there was a subtle air of danger about him, of power that could be unleashed within a moment’s notice. Students who walked past them took a wide berth around them through the open area with the picnic tables at the center of the quad. At first Wednesday had attributed it to her reputation based on Enid’s vlog, but now she thought maybe it was him. “You don’t belong to one of the main cliques.”

“No. And I’d rather not tell you quite yet what I am, because I actually enjoy having a conversation without the other party reeking of fear for once.” He frowned, studying her in his turn. “Then again, you’re not like anybody else here, either.”

“No. I’m not. And I don’t scare easily.”

There was a pause as they looked at each other, and Tyler seemed to come to a conclusion as he straightened up from his slouch. “Have you ever heard of a Hyde?”

Her eyes widened. “Actually, I have. They’re exceedingly rare. My uncle Fester met one once, during his stay at the Zurich Institute for the Criminally Insane. I am pretty certain that they had a... fling.” She scrunched her nose, then looked him up and down. “So you’re a Hyde? Tyler Galpin, you might just be the only remotely interesting thing at this school.”

His face broke out into a bright grin that took up his whole face, almost making her blink at the transformation. “I could say the same about you, Wednesday Addams.” He sobered when his eyes briefly flicked over her shoulder. “Your roommate is coming back; I better go,” he said wryly. “Will I see you around?”

“Probably.”

“Definitely.”

With a final smirk, Tyler turned away and walked the way she and Enid had come from earlier, just in time to avoid Enid’s scandalized voice demanding to know what she was doing talking to Tyler Galpin. It was easy enough to tune her out.

For the first time since learning that she would be forcibly enrolled at Nevermore Academy, Wednesday thought that maybe she should reconsider her escape plans. After all, this might be the only chance she would ever get to study a Hyde in vivo.

#weyler writing week #day 2: tyler attends nevermore #canon divergence #meet cute #weyler fic #wyler fic #wednesday x tyler #no beta we die like rowan

[vintagegeekculture]

The oldest big fandom brawl I can clearly remember in the internet age would have to be in the alt.fan.dragonlance USENET group, in 1992, after the release of the Tales of the Lance boxed set. I don’t think people quite understand how ferociously passionate people used to get about their favorite AD&D settings. 

Some context: Dragonlance was unique in that it was an AD&D setting that never got an official boxed set where everything was all set down in a definitive fashion until a full decade after it started publication. Remember, the world was introduced through a series of adventure modules, followed by tie-in novels that were a hit. Tales of the Lance in 1992 was going to be the big setting box. There’s more, though. The Tales of the Lance boxed set was extra contentious because the original creators of Dragonlance (Hickman and Weis) were forced out because of all kinds of backstage machinations. In other worlds, there was an aura of cold, ruthless commerce and illegitimacy about it all, from an organization that already ousted Gary Gygax from his own company only a half decade before. TSR was also hyper invested into Buck Rogers XXVC, which nobody liked but which existed to be a borderline illegal money pipeline out of TSR (sufficed to say, we are leaving the world of fandom complaint, and entering the world of white collar crime). In other words, the fanbase had some trust issues with TSR. 

So, when Tales of the Lance came out in 1992, which not only set down in stone a world that already existed in everybody’s heads for a decade, but was also defined by a vision that wasn’t the original creators’, put out by a company the fandom didn’t trust...well, there were bound to be problems, and the reaction was disproportionate. Honestly, most of the critiques of Tales of the Lance sounded like the ultimate in nerd nitpicking, back when fandoms were way less concerned with ‘ships and way, way more right-brained (though even then, people loved to speculate if Tanis Half-Elf was gay or bisexual). An example of the kind of mistake they brought up was that the boxed set said all Silvanestri elves have hazel eyes, when probably the intent was that was just the line of Silvanost. Yeah, okay, that’s just the telephone game in operation, but...does it matter that much? But in 1992, AD&D fans were really willing to fight over very, very minor things like that, that’s how real all this was in people’s heads.

#dragonlance #AD&D #internet history #usenet

[sleepysak]

The Bingo Boys* of 2X80- the futuristic D&D and homebrew mashup of a world @samusthedude is DMing!

From left-to-right and top-to-bottom

Daniel's (no tumblr) Stone the Genasi (aka Jasper aka The Rock Dwayne Johnson)

@quaxorascal's Jax the Dwarf (aka Centurion aka "fucking CHUCK?")

My Pétra the Dwarf (aka [REDACTED] aka The Worst Warlock)

@subcorax's Vivian the Half-Elf (aka "oh good he's seventeen")

*(gender-neutral) Descriptions under cut! (Thank you iz!!)

[ID: four full-colour digital portraits of D&D characters, drawn in a style that is evocative of paintings. The first portrait is of Jasper Stone, an earth genasi man. Stone stands in front of a chain link fence at night, looking forebodingly at the viewer. He is wearing a dark grey jacket that covers his entire upper body, with a black hood over his head and a dark grey respirator mask over his mouth and nose. An automatic rifle is held to his back with a black cross-body strap. His short-cropped hair is black, and what little skin is visible is grey and subtly cracked like stone. His eyes are brown, including the sclera. A yellow-toned spotlight shines above Stone, illuminating him and the dust that floats around him.

The second portrait is of Jax, a dwarf man. Jax leans one arm against a wooden bar. The wall behind him has bottles and barrels of various alcohols on shelves. Jax is has brown hair with an undercut and a bun, light skin, bushy eyebrows, hazel eyes, slightly pointed ears, and a full beard, with a braid starting from his cheek and the whole beard bound together with two brass-coloured metal bands. He has lots of dark hair elsewhere on his body as well. He is wearing a black shirt under a blue flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, with the front of his shirts tucked into black denim pants; he is also wearing a dangly brass earring, as well as subtle blue eyeliner and black nail polish. Jax is cleaning a beer glass in his hands with a cloth, his chin raised to listen and watch around him.

The third portrait is of Pétra Carpenter, another dwarf. They have their arms folded on a table; the angle of the drawing is as if the viewer were sitting at the table next to them, and they are looking toward the viewer. They have long dark brown wavy hair worn loose down their back, bushy eyebrows, brown eyes, a round nose, slightly pointed ears, and a short beard. They also have dark body hair on their arms. They are wearing a black denim jacket with the sleeves ripped off, over an old white t-shirt, and fingerless gloves; they are also wearing a black stud earring and a grey trucker hat with text on the front that reads: "in dog years, I'm dead". Pétra grins at the viewer and flashes a peace sign over the bicep of their other arm. Warm light filters into the room from over their shoulder; meanwhile, a shadow in the rough shape of a person looms behind them where the light doesn't reach

The fourth and final portrait is of Vivian Renée, a skinny half-elf teenage boy. He is standing in front of a convenience store at night; a neon sign in the window says "open". He has unevenly-cut straight brown hair with a stark white streak, brown skin, thick eyebrows, green eyes, a long and straight nose, and pointy ears. He is wearing a white cropped jacket with orange trim and rolled-up sleeves, over a black 100 Gecs t-shirt. He is holding his phone close to his face with both hands, and looking at the viewer with an annoyed expression. /end ID]

#sleepy-art #idk what the fuck else to tag it #but hey its these assholes!!! #if youve seen me tag anything 2x80. petra. or van gang. its regarding these guys!! #van gang is petra and their npc besties tho from their backstory #but ya once again thank u iz for yelling at me to actually post them #as u can see by the date on the signature #its been over a year #oops.

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HoO things I have headcanoned/au'ed for my canon divergent version of the story (most take Percy and Annabeth out of the story lol):

Leo and Piper meeting before the Wilderness School. They became begrudging allies to friends while hanging out in the streets, causing mild vandalism, and shoplifting chocolate. turns out a born-to-be-public speaker with a healthy hatred for authority and a hyperactive homeless kid with an arsenal of scrap metal make an incredible duo against police

They were both worried about going M.I.A since they had no proper way to call eachother before being spontaneously thrown into the Wilderness School. then they got excited that they ended up together! Man, what luck is that :D (it was Hera lmao)

Piper met Aphrodite on Cyprus and finally had a chat one-to-one about everything and her place amongst the team

although Lupa raised Jason like a pup, she wouldn't let him forget just how human he still was. She'd always tell him to straighten up, or to use his hands rather than just teeth. She'd teach him to skin animals by himself with sharp stones. Still, she warned him not to be too human, too mortal. "human weaknesses" such as crying would not be tolerated.

Jason then had to relearn how to be human by trying to copy the members of Camp and interpreted them how Lupa taught him. The demigods didn't help him as much as they would've due to his parentage, so he was always awkwardly trying to fit in and adapt. He spent ages trying to associate names to facial expressions and it made him upset realising he didn't recognise that many anymore

Hazel and Gaia almost always fought for control over the earth. Hazel eventually pried the land out of Gaia's control just long enough for the others to escape a collapsing cavern & teams up with Piper's charmspeak with her power over the Mist

HAZEL CONTROLS OPALISED FOSSILS. I think she should have gotten the chance to summon opalised skeletons, especially since they were by the sea a lot of the time

Frank was always clumsy because his body was always twitching to shapeshift. Once he unlocked his shapeshifting, he'd instinctively transform to continue his stride. when not paying attention or too tired, he'd still stumble and trip

Frank and Hazel took over when Percy and Annabeth (without them it'd probably be Leo) fell into Tartarus. Jason advised them, but was glad at not needing to lead

All of them (again, without percabeth) learnt at least one way of supporting the ship when Leo wasn't available or too exhausted! Jason would send winds into the sails and navigate at air, Piper learnt a few of the controls and which ones opened up to secret storage and etc, Hazel was in charge of retrieving metal and noticing damages to the structure of machines, and Frank was the main strategist that ended up being really good with the ballistae. They still couldn't match up to Leo, but they managed to get the ship stumbling to its destination

Jason doesn't give Frank Praetorship until the final fight against Gaia, where the Romans have a chance to agree or disagree and all that, but he takes the position of team leader after Jason steps down (Hazel is his second in command + co-leader)

more time between books, arching within 2 years at least

also a possibly hot take: the sacrifices should've been Jason and either Piper or Hazel cause they have more thematic weight to them other than "they're the oldest and most annoying" or whatever the original reason was

#as cool as they are assume Percabeth aren't involved cause I personally believe that the story would have worked better without them #sorry for taking the faves but at the same time I can't stop thinking about how cheated the other characters felt in comparison #the new guys should've gotten the chance to develop more cause percy and annabeth already have a series dedicated to them AND spinoffs #just my au though! it's still just one of my favourite series to explore :)

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Most Anticipated November Reads

The year may be winding down, but the YA scene sure isn't! As I head into the holiday season, I've been keeping an eye on some books I've been looking forward to all year that are coming out in November. Here are my top three, most anticipated November reads:

Braiding Sweetgrass for Young Adults: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants by Robin Wall Kimmerer, Monique Gray Smith, Nicole Neidhardt (Illustrator)

Out now!

Drawing from her experiences as an Indigenous scientist, botanist Robin Wall Kimmerer demonstrated how all living things―from strawberries and witch hazel to water lilies and lichen―provide us with gifts and lessons every day in her best-selling book Braiding Sweetgrass. Adapted for young adults by Monique Gray Smith, this new edition reinforces how wider ecological understanding stems from listening to the earth’s oldest teachers: the plants around us. With informative sidebars, reflection questions, and art from illustrator Nicole Neidhardt, Braiding Sweetgrass for Young Adults brings Indigenous wisdom, scientific knowledge, and the lessons of plant life to a new generation.

Whiteout by Dhonielle Clayton, Tiffany D. Jackson, Nic Stone, Angie Thomas, Ashley Woodfolk, Nicola Yoon

Out November 8th!

Atlanta is blanketed with snow just before Christmas, but the warmth of young love just might melt the ice in this novel of interwoven narratives, Black joy, and cozy, sparkling romance—by the same unbeatable team of authors who wrote the New York Times bestseller Blackout!

As the city grinds to a halt, twelve teens band together to help a friend pull off the most epic apology of her life. But will they be able to make it happen, in spite of the storm? No one is prepared for this whiteout. But then, we can’t always prepare for the magical moments that change everything.

From the bestselling, award-winning, all-star authors who brought us Blackout—Dhonielle Clayton, Tiffany D. Jackson, Nic Stone, Angie Thomas, Ashley Woodfolk, and Nicola Yoon—comes another novel of Black teen love, each relationship within as unique and sparkling as Southern snowflakes.

Bloodmarked (Legendborn #2) by Tracy Deonn

Out November 8th!

The shadows have risen, and the line is law. All Bree wanted was to uncover the truth behind her mother’s death. So she infiltrated the Legendborn Order, a secret society descended from King Arthur’s knights—only to discover her own ancestral power. Now, Bree has become someone new:

A Medium. A Bloodcrafter. A Scion. But the ancient war between demons and the Order is rising to a deadly peak. And Nick, the Legendborn boy Bree fell in love with, has been kidnapped. Bree wants to fight, but the Regents who rule the Order won’t let her. To them, she is an unknown girl with unheard-of power, and as the living anchor for the spell that preserves the Legendborn cycle, she must be protected.

When the Regents reveal they will do whatever it takes to hide the war, Bree and her friends must go on the run to rescue Nick themselves. But enemies are everywhere, Bree’s powers are unpredictable and dangerous, and she can’t escape her growing attraction to Selwyn, the mage sworn to protect Nick until death. If Bree has any hope of saving herself and the people she loves, she must learn to control her powers from the ancestors who wielded them first—without losing herself in the process.

What are your most anticipated reads for this month? Share with us!

#ya lit #braiding sweetgrass #bloodmarked #legendborn #whiteout