#sweet therie

[gallusgalluss]

evil art style challenge >:]

#this was a REALLY fun lil quick thing to do :] #whenever i look at that first drawing i just go ''Who drew this wtf??? Did i get possessed??'' #rip to strixstrixx universe Dizzy's neck floof and big ol chompers and weird hand wings 💔💔💔 #art #drey draws #drey's ocs #Dizzy #sweet therie #if u know why i went with ''Strixstrixx'' for the alternate signature im smiling and grinning at u

[funkbun]

i should talk about my therie characters more often here, look at this Boy, he's rude and has powers

#he doesn't play a huge role in the story im putting him in. he just shows up and scares Stella by being a teenager with powers #(Stella. another sphinx i have who i Need to mention more here i luv her) #what's my sweet therie tag on this blog uhhhhhh #therie stuff #i think #almost everything in that tag is probably outdated lol

[starrytect]

does anyone ever think about the fact that like. when mc first fused with their legion it was purple to indicate it was Not Stable and then when they fused again it was blue because it Was stable but then when akira first fused it was red from the start. like we all know akira was fucked up in that scene so it's crazy to think that the first time they fused they were in full control (I say control because of the color, they were still in a state of blind rage)

but tbh it could just be because of the fact that akira's sync with their new legion is kind of artificial? like we see that they get the red hair and pronouns from it similarly to mc but they mention feeling "really in control" when talking to mc about it and that is, Hmmmm because, That Is Not How It Works

legion sync rate goes both ways, it's not about having control. it's about trusting your partner. something that akira very clearly does not understand but that mc does.

anyway I'm saying that because I'm 99% sure that the akira we see from file 06 onward is not the original so the fact that they have "perfect sync" with their legion just kind of implies that that bond is fake, because yoseph would have designed the ravens and the black legions to be in perfect sync from the start. that relationship wouldn't have come together on its own. but of course akira doesn't know that!! :)

#akira. my sweet summer child. you do not know anything #but seriously though legion fusion as a concept is INSANE #IT HAS A LOT OF IMPLICATIONS #astral chain #platinum games #akira howard #oh that? that's the autism #shush theri

[beantothemax]

this is near the beginning btw :3 i'm adding stuff

“...I’m gonna wake Sir Olberic. Mind gettin’ H’aanit?” Alfyn’s voice cut into his thoughts like a dagger, and he got up silently to nudge the huntress awake. 

“Hm? What dost thou want?” H’aanit asked blearily, sitting up. 

Therion folded his arms, bangle clinking. “It’s your turn for watch. I’m going to sleep. Wake me up when it’s time to go.” 

He crawled into his bedroll, forced his breathing to even out, and waited. He waited until H’aanit had engaged in conversation with Olberic before slipping out of his roll, leaving the map behind.

Therion wandered among the rocky outcrops for a while, breathing the crisp mountain air. It was acrid and harsh, but it felt nice. He could almost imagine he was with Darius again, and they were taking a stroll after a successful haul. 

Yeah, he thought bitterly, kicking a stone off the mountainside. Like that’d ever happen again. 

He sat down a safe distance away from the edge, watched as the sun began to rise- and listened as shouts began echoing across the valley. 

There were cries for him, voices shouted his name. The chasm before him echoed it like a melody, singing softly to itself. Therion felt his blood turn to ice as he remembered that same song being played to the tune of his terrified screams. He remembered his own voice echoing off the walls of a ravine, the sounds of Darius’s cold laughter ringing loud as a church bell. 

“Therion! Theeerriiiiooonnn!” 

Tressa’s voice was growing nearer. He stayed where he sat. Maybe if she didn’t sense any movement, she would turn back. Give up. Let his presence pass like a ghost in their group, fleeting and temporary. That was how he intended for it to be, anyways. 

He even had his shawl and scarf with him. There was nothing behind at camp that he needed to get. He could leave right now, if he truly wanted to. 

But then Linde came bounding up to him, yowling and tackling him, and he twisted away from the direction of the chasm, old scars twinging with the memory. 

“Therion! There you are! We were looking all over for you!” Alfyn cried, rushing over and hauling him to his feet.

Therion wanted to cry. Whether it was from shame at considering abandoning the group so soon or embarrassment for being caught, he wasn’t sure. There was dust everywhere, and he was dry-heaving, and next thing he knew he was back at the campsite, sitting on the grass with a bowl of soup in his lap.

mav what if I died right fucking now

#THERI REMINISCING ABOUT DARIUS. THINKING FOR A MOMENT OF LEAVING THE OTHERS BEHIND. BEIJG UPSET WITH HIMSELF AFTERWARDS. LINDE. SOUP. #I AM GOING TO SCREAM #MAV THIS IS SO FUCKING SWEET AUH……… #going to be thinking of this a lot tonight… #asks #adventures-of-turnabout #inbox fic

[sugume]

COMING HOME TO YOU w/Jujutsu Kaisen

More: Fem!Reader. Soft JJK boys have my heart. Toji is stern and suggestive ‘cus he can’t help himself. unedited.

Featuring: Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru & Toji Fushiguro

☾ NANAMI KENTO

Nanami lets out a long sigh as soon as he steps into your shared apartment. Today felt never-ending and he was glad to finally be back home. He just wanted to eat whatever leftovers you left for him and then dive head-first into your arms and never leave. After he hangs his suit jacket up, he walks into the kitchen and as predicted, when he opens the fridge he sees a plastic Tupperware with a small note that says ‘Hurry up and eat, I need my cuddles’ he smiles for what feels like the first time since he left you this morning–it probably was. As the note says, he quickly eats as much as he can stomach before cleaning up after himself and heading towards the bedroom. He thought of taking a quick shower before hopping in bed but the thought immediately leaves his mind when he see’s how comfortable and soft you look. Head on his side of the bed and comforter wrapped around your waist, you looked like an angel, specially made for him. Stripping down to his boxers he slowly crawls into bed, careful not to wake you. Once he’s settled it doesn't take long for you to subconsciously move yourself halfway on his chest. “Goodnight beautiful, I love you.” He whispers into the dark before planting a kiss on your forehead. 

☾ GOJO SATORU

You look up from your phone, trying to catch a glimpse of white hair for what feels like the hundredth time. Where is he? He was supposed to be home by now and your start to worry that something went wrong. He hasn;t answered any of your texts either. You start to type out another text before you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your torso and a hard stomach press into your back. “Hi, Love.” He whispers in your ear. “Toru!” You jump in surprise, before turning around and throwing your arms around him. Satoru wraps his arms around your middle once again, squeezing you so hard you start to weeze. “Sorry I didn’t answer your texts, phone died and theri was an accident in the freeway” He whispers into you next before catching your lips. “Don’t worry ‘bout that Toru, ‘m just glad you made it home safely. Love you.” You mumble against his lips. He smiles. “I love you to pretty girl. You miss me today?” You peck him again before nodding. “So much.” “I missed you too.” He grins, walking the two of you backwards. “I know you did, you text me every hour ‘bout how much you miss me.” “Can’t blame be pretty girl, I want to be in your skin,” he leans down to kiss your nose, “Now what should we make for dinner, hm?”

☾ GETO SUGURU

Suguru felt as if world was punishing him, it had to be. After a week-long mission away from his favorite person, all he wanted was to come home and get some much-needed couple time. But the world must hate him because you weren’t there when he got home, matter of fact he doesn’t know where the hell you are. You haven’t answered your phone the entire time 20 minutes he’s been home. Just as he was about to call you for the ninth time, he heard the door unlock and a few seconds later he saw your figure emerge from the small corridor. “Sugu?” You jump back in surprise. “Where were you?” He shouts before flinching at the sound of his voice. He didnt mean to shout, he was just worried.  “Down in the lobby, helpin’ some old lady bring a few packages upstairs” You frown. Suguru cusses inwardly before walking up to you and pulling you into his warm chest. “Didn’t mean to yell sweet girl, jus’ was worried ‘bout you, you werent answering my calls n’ I thought something bad happened. I’m sorry.” He rubs small circles into the small of your back. “S’okay and i didnt answer my phone because I left it in the apartment.” You explain, relaxing into your boyfriends chest. “I didn’t know you were coming home today?” You change the subject. Looking up at Suguru. He had dark eyebags underneath half clothed eyes. He looked like hell. “Me either, thought I’d was staying for atleast another week, but we got down earlier than expected.” He mumbles as he cups the side of your head. You stare up at him and smile. He leans down to catch your soft lips. “Missed you,” he whispers before capturing your tongue. “Missed you s’much, baby.”

☾ TOJI FUSHIGURO 

“Babe?” Toji shouts as he looks for you around the house. “m’ in here!” You yell back from the living room and Toji sighs in relief as his feet carry him to you. He’s been waiting all day to see you and almost drops to his knees when he sees you smiling up at him from the couch. “Hi baby, how was work?” You open the blanket you are under, inviting him in. He drops his entire body onto you. “Was okay, uneventful as always.” He playfully bites your next before leaving his head to kiss your pouty lips. “You miss me sweet thing?” “Missed you s’much I thought I was gonna come up there and beat your boss if he made you stay overtime again.” He laughs. “I was gonna kill him if he kept me there for another hour too.” He caresses your face before gripping your jaw. You blink up at him. “What did you spend your day doing lazy girl?” “Napped and scrolled on social media all day, as always.” “As always.” He micks before capturing your lips again. You moan when he starts grinding into you. “Missed that too.”

#𐙚 ࣪ ˖ sugume writes #𐙚 ࣪ ˖ domestic journal #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo fluff #geto suguru #geto x y/n #geto x reader #geto x you #geto fluff #jjk nanami #kento nanami #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu kaisen #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami x y/n #toji fushiguro #toji fushigro x reader #toji fluff #toji x reader #toji x you #toji x y/n

[medu-inthefade]

<sweet talker>

Full body practice! (but I was lazy to draw theri staffs)

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dai #dragon age solas #dai solas #solavellan #solas x lavellan #solas x eva #inquisitor lavellan #art #my art #digital art #fanart #dragon age fanart

[melanirana]

Hi, I do not know if you are still updating your mer AU of Sun and Moon, but if you are and are still answering questions- I've noticed that you've mentioned Sun and Moon's father being Eclipse, and also that some of their features are due to their mother- which we have yet to see. So my question is this- who is their mother, why haven't we seen anything of her, and if something happened to make this be the reason we haven't seen her, what happened to her, and how did it happen? Covering all of my bases here, because I'm very curious ok bye- *quickly leaves due to social anxiety*

Hi, sorry for the long wait.

I am still updating Ocean Symphony Fiasco, just got a lot of assignments so I'm focusing on that a bit more.

The reason why you haven't seen Sun and Moons Mom is simply because she isn't really important to the story of Ocean Symphony Fiasco. OSF focus is on Sun and Moons relationship with y/n and theri predicament. (Also I dont have a design for her yet but I'm working on it)

Howerver she is important to Eclipse, I am playing with the idea of writing something just for the two of them. Let me tell you, you dont know but they are sugar sweet.

As for what happened to her, you can read this which explains why they split and for anything after that, you'll have to wait and see.

#ocean Symphony Fiasco #ocean Symphony Fiasco au #fnaf sun and moon #fnaf au #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #mermaid au #mermoon #mersun #ask me #OSF ask

[spacebarbarianweird]

Get to know your OC

I was tagged by @kelandrin to complete this challenge and decided to make the same list for Alethaine, Astarion's dhampir daughter. Her mother Tiriel is here

(younger and older versions made by picrew.me)

Alethaine Ancunin | Hight-Elf/Dhampir | Sorcerer/Necromancer| She/her

Alethaine Ancunin's...

favorite weapon: Necrotic Magic (but she won't hesitate to use her fangs).

style of combat: Casting as many dark spells as possible from the shadows.

most prized possession: A Sussur Dagger. Many years ago, Tiriel gave it to Astarion and, when Alethaine was 19, Astarion gave it to his daughter.

deepest desire: She desires to find a place to call her own where se will be accepted as a dhampir.

best-kept secret: She has ugly scars on her back and stomach, left with a silver dagger. Since Alethaine always wears black covering clothes, no one ever saw the scars (including Astarion).

greatest strength: Problem-Solving. She is a great diplomat and can make a devil make peace a mindflayer.

fatal flaw: She tends to be cold-hearted and distant, never giving her full heart to anything or anybody.

favorite smell: Chocolate.

favorite spell or cantrip: Fear and Hold Person.

pet peeve: Stupid people.

bad habit: Laziness.

hidden talent: Very good with kids. Once, Alethaine saved a five-year-old girl turned into a vampire and spent almost a year taking care of her before giving the vamp-girl to the Gurs for adoption.

leisure activity: Reading. She learned to read in the age of 4 and feels "getting dumber" if she hasn't read for a while.

favorite drink: Hot Chocolate (and different sweet monstrosities you can buy in big cities)

comfort food: Sweets.

favorite person: Theris the Bard.

favored display of affection (platonic and/or romantic): Alethaine isn't fond of PDA (probably, the direct result of her parents being really affectionate to each other) so she usually shows her affection with actions - if she suddenly offers you a cup of tea or help with some intricate spell, be safe to invite Alethaine for a date. She won't bite.

fondest childhood memory: Alethaine had a happy childhood and she can't choose just a few memories. One of the brightest was when Tiriel managed to return home before Winter Solstice despite snowstorms even though Astarion warned Alethaine mother wouldn't be back till spring (and Alethaine was really attached to her mother growing up).

#alethaine ancunin #dhampirs of the sword's coast #meet the dhampirs #dnd dhampir #dhampirs #dadstarion

[itzgruvia]

Gruvia fanfiction: hurt/comfort, sad and a little bit of fluff by the end.

Warning: mention of self-harm, depression, anxiety, bullying, and blood.

Original posted in AO3

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Juvia was never one to indulge herself into someone's personal business, unless she was asked for.

She was private herself, and she never wanted to ask for help or advice concerning her anxiety disorder, even if she deeply wanted to seek their comfort, but this isn't about Juvia.

it was about her only lover, her sweet man, and compassionate boyfriend.

Through out their intimacy and romantic relationship-which was still developing- they always tried to share their problems, their insecurities, it has been difficult for both, especially for a person like Gray, always wearing a ghost-like shield to separate his friends from his life.

Juvia could say the same thing about herself, mostly because she doesn't want to bother people.

But they went through this, they discussed about it and how they'll try to lean on each other when it gets too hard, and so far they have been showing a little bit of vulnerability.

At least that's what Juvia thought.

It was a late afternoon, Juvia was finally done with her classes and ready to join her friends in the FT salon room, and end the evening with a nap, she can feel a headache coming to upturn her night.

She wanted to take the stairs rather than the elevator, to get her legs pumping after sitting in the hard wooden chairs in her class, it makes her legs numb and uncomfortable, And once she was about to take the next stairs, she heard murmuring, two people were conversing in hushed tones. it didn't take her too long to realize who thery were.

Gray and Erza, of course no one can miss her orotund voice.

Juvia knows they were having a private conversation, something she shouldn't be listening to, but she couldn't budge from her crouching position ( how did she get to crouch in the first place?).

She wasn't jealous, she is very much confident about that, because she knows better than be jealous of Erza, and despite her overriding imagination and her traumatic past that deprived her from having any trust towards her new friends, she believed that Erza is better than a cheating friend. moreover, she wouldn't do this to Jellal, or Gray or to her.

But Juvia had a feeling that this might be something she had to hear, even if she'll feel guilty after it.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Erza asked, rarely does Juvia get to hear worry laced in her voice.

"Yeah" Gray replied, although it took him a brief moment to do so. Matter of fact, she noticed how tired he got in the last few days, but she didn't worry too much about it, she assumed it might be university loads of assignments.

"You know you can talk to me about anything" she assured the boy, a weird sense of worrisome began to crawl over Juvia; why is she pushing him to speak up? must there be some history that Gray didn't bother to mention to her?

"I am alright Erza... trust me" he responded.

there was quietness for a moment, Juvia urged to take a little peak from where she is hiding but she doesn't want to risk being founded, it will cause problems and Gray might even be disgusted and break up with her and all her friends will find her weird and leave her alone like before-

her exaggerated overthinking stopped abruptly when she heard the rustling of fabrics.

she carefully leaned to see that Erza was rubbing his arm in comfort. It was all peculiar to her.... well maybe not new but unusual, especially to Gray, she isn't that affectionate compared to Natsu and Lucy.

Well, if Juvia were to be general, the Red haired woman was never this gentle with anyone but she has her motherly moments.

so this was very surprising for Juvia, and it made the worrying pit in her stomach stronger.

"If ... you have the idea of doin-"

" I am not going to do it" he retorted, in a rather sharp manner, he sighed after a moment.

"I swear it's nothing like that... I'm just tired" he added, less bothered than before.

"Alright... let me know when you need me, okay?" gripping his shoulder gently, Juvia could see the nod of her boyfriend; he agreed.

once they started to move, Juvia panicked for a second, if they do find her here she'll throw a bunch of stuttering words thus making her look like an idiot and ending her perfect romance.

but instead, they both agreed to take the elevator down to the common room ( which made her remember to go there as soon as she undress from her outfit), fortunately for her, she doesn't have to stand in an awkward anxiety inducing situation.

Once she heard their voices disappearing and the sound of the elevator, she slowly left her hiding place and ran upstairs to her dorm floor, all while her brain is racking through what she had heard.

Gray is hiding something from her and he doesn't want to tell her. That's one thing she is confident about.

But what she doesn't know is the content, what he is going through, is it bigger problem than she can imagine? She has never seen Erza that worried and particulary towards Gray.

it says a lot.

the loud chattering of her friends didn't distract her from her circling thoughts about Gray, he was sitting next her, their knees touching while arguing with Lucy about whatever topic that Juvia didn't bother to listen to.

She doesn't know if she should ask him about it, she feels like she might be pushing him into a corner and making him pour out his stress out and that's not something Gray is found of, she knew that by experience and she doesn't want to make the same mistake.

However, she is scared, what if ... it's a huge thing that concerns his life? She knows that Gray tasted that empty sense of life once when he was young, he told her that and Juvia cried by the end which made Gray nervous.

And what if Gray isn't happy? what if he doesn't want to ... go on anymore? she can't always trust his pretty smile, she can't be reassured by that even if she knows him by the back of her hand.

"Juvia?" her beloved's sexy! voice called out to her, while nudging her knee with his slightly. She snapped out of her haze, and looked at him.

he didn't look all worried but the usual frown on his face slightly changed, something that meant that he was observing her silent demeanor.

once she immediately set her eyes on his beautiful handsome face, she fought against the overthinking of hers. Gray would do that no more, not after what he told her; the fact that she was here with him and breathing with him was enough for him to continue living (his words not hers).

so maybe Juvia is overthinking it.

"what are you thinking about?" , he asked.

she blinked, feeling nervous after she got caught dazing in front of her friends, although she couldn't see Lucy in her spot anymore.

"it's nothing, just some assignments to do" she chuckled to hide the nervousness from her voice, but she knows that she failed just by forcing that small laugh from her lips.

Gray kept looking at her, an invitation to vent about whatever is eating her up, but Juvia doesn't know how she can bring forth a subject that concerns him, plus how can she tell him that she was eavesdropping into a private conversation?

.... it's not like she followed them, it was a coincidence.

However, if she stores this worry to herself, it will haunt her tonight, and she has an assignment test tomorrow, she can't afford to go without sleep in her system (not like she never done that before).

Maybe stating it at first won't make it a problem.

"well... I heard something today" she began, fiddling with her fingers in her lap.

Gray leaned on his arms, his elbows on top of his knees, she felt a little bit comfortable talking with the fond gaze that he is wearing in his face.

"I accidentally heard you and Erza talk about something today, in the staircase.." she told him, not daring to look at his eyes.

"Juvia didn't mean to first of all, but based on the conversation, Juvia is feeling a little bit worried about you..."

she finally glanced at him and she felt the anxiety pile up in her stomach.

Gray's face was... conflicting, like he was scared but he is masking it with anger.

" you were eavesdropping? what the hell Juvia-"

"Juvia wasn't! I was taking the stairs!"

"you never take the stairs!"

"i do when I want to walk!" Juvia never wanted to raise her voice at her beloved, but the way he is taking the conversation was ... nerving, as if he is accusing her of discovering a secret door that holds his deepest scars.

he got up from the coach, ready to leave the conversation, running away from it.

"My love, Juvia was just asking!" Juvia tried to follow after him.

"don't ask questions I won't answer Juvia!" he looked back, harsh expression covering the fear in his eyes.

Juvia gathered a moment to breath in, she doesn't want her anger to control her emotion, but it made her feel so unfair, it was so unfair that she got to share her deepest scars, her trauma, her fear, her joy, her sadness.

and he offered her everything, so why is he pushing her away?

" what is it that you are hiding from me?" she asked quietly.

" I don't need to tell you"

"that's so unfair!" she yelled, her fists clenched from her sides, and she finally blurted it out, in she failed on keep her emotions controlled.

she can see her friends coming through the entrance door, concerned over the raised voices. It is actually way more concerning when it's the rarest couples who fight.

Gray looked taken back by Juvia's tone. She rarely does that to anyone, but if she did it towards him, it indicates that there's something bigger.

"i always reach out to you, even when I am afraid" she continued, she felt her face heat up like a furnace.

" so what are you afraid of?"

the question triggered something in Gray. She can see his usual frown vanish from his face, and for a moment she saw him scared, as if she caught a glimpse over his past self.

but Gray clenched his jaw and turned around to leave, Cana and Lucy didn't try to reach out to him, they just let him leave with their mouth agape from what they've witnessed.

Juvia felt the frustration hitting her at once, clenching her hair tightly, she can sense the painful clutch.

she fell back into the couch, huffing in disappointment.

It turns out asking him was a problem.

Gray is hating himself, no matter how much he blasts the music into his ears, it couldn't block the loud noises in his head.

he admits that this was the worst fight he ever had with Juvia, everything was sudden to him, like a slap to his face, Juvia never yelled at him with anger, actually, she never yelled at anyone before.

but it's his fault anyways, he was defensive because he was a coward, who didn't want to show his scars to her. how could he? Juvia was a gentle soul although she always tries to deny it with her past "Shameful acts" of whatever, but everyone has their own piece of tainted wrongdoings.

Gray doesn't care if she killed someone before, she is still that blinding sunlight that engulfs his cold chest with warmth.

and he is afraid that if he pulls up his sweater and shows what he did to his wrists will make her see him in a different way, whether with disgust, fear, or pity.

he had seen those people before. he met them, and he was friends with them before they stripped him from his secret self-harming and pulled down their masks to reveal their true colors.

pity, disgust, fear...

if only Erza hadn't stopped him in the staircase, if only she wasn't so frightened-

Gray sighed, he pulled his headphones away from his ears.

no he thought, here's no one else to blame but me.

come to think of it, Erza had the right to ask him about his wellbeing, he kind of found it hard to keep on the same damned routine of university, and on top of that the unnecessary load of assignments he has to do, it makes him anxious just the thought of them.

but it doesn't matter now, he had another problem to fix...

Gray was never a fan of communication, and after today? he can sure label himself as the worst at communication, he shouldn't have yelled at her, he shouldn't have looked at her that way, she deserves better.

maybe if he could just end it.

"when you face a problem with someone you love, you harvest your self-hater and think that people deserve much better than you do, and then you end everything."

she heard him coming closer to her place, where she is swinging her legs from the rooftop. She would have been terrified if there wasn't another rooftop built right under it, so the fear of breaking a leg or two from a fall is impossible to happen.

she felt a heavy weight over her body, warmth embraced her as she slowly tugged the coat with her fingers, although she wasn't feeling the cold.

she saw from the corner of her eye,Gray shifting his position over the railing of the roof, leaving his legs dangling similarly as hers. she didn't have the courage to look at his face again, which made her frustrated to death, because the silence hanging between them was driving her mad.

should she say something? should she start by apologizing? she could if the heavy lump didn't pressure her from forming words.

"I'm sorry", she heard him say, oh so softly that made her heart hammer with speed.

why should he apologize when she started this whole mess? she opened her lips to argue against who's fault it was, but he beat her into it, " I didn't mean to yell at you"

Juvia finally turned her head to look at him, he was avoiding her eyes and instead looking blowing them, his black messy hair was moved by the wind of the season, and it made him look so ethereal.

she shook her head instead and looked below them as well. She noticed a small creature-probably a squirell- settling himself in one of the tree branches, enjoying his treat.

"Juvia is the one who is sorry, I shouldn't have listened to your conversation.."

" I could have just explained what you heard instead", this time their eyes locked at each other, she feels the heavy awkward air began to shift away alongside the wind.

she would be lying if she said that she wasn't curious about their conversation because she knows that if they don't discuss it right now she will be left with a sleepless night, yet she doesn't want to push him into pouring down his scars if he doesn't want to.

"Juvia doesn't want to pressure you-"

"I want to."

he interrupted her, and Juvia doesn't have a choice but to listen and give in into her curiosity impulse.

Gray took a breath, and Juvia felt the nervousness seeping from him, so she hesitantly offered her hand towards him, she doesn't know if he is comfortable about it or not, so an offering is better than a bold move, like she usually does.

He looked surprisingly at her hand and smiled slightly, grabbing her hand while interlocking their fingers together, "you usually just hold it, why are you being polite?" he said, pointing out the fact that she is impolite when it comes to showing her affection towards him.

Juvia snort:" for now I'll be polite "

she grasped his hand for reassurance, and smiled at him.

"well.." he began, "since you know that I didn't enjoy my life in Korea, and that I had to work a lot and study everyday like some slave, and why my mental health was dropping all the way down" , he stopped for a moment, breathing in through his nose, and exhaling; and Juvia waited patiently, she could even wait for ages she won't mind.

"I used something so I won't try and kill myself"

Juvia's worrying pit started expanding, making her whole body tense with the thoughts running over her head about her beloved hurting himself.

" I used to self-harm."

the blue-haired girl remembers the feeling of being absorbed by fear, how her whole body freezes whenever she encounters a crowd, how the fright will make her shiver non-stop and her mind draws blank. She is familiar with this.

but she never felt fear choking her being like right now.

self-harm.

just the thought of seeing her lover sinking those sharp razors to his wrist so he wouldn't try suicide as an option, she felt like crying.

Gray broke the eye contact between each other, realizing how much of a shock that might have been to her, she can sense how tightly he is holding her hand right now, as if she would run away from him any moment.

"i am sorry" he apologized, he looked dejected, and Juvia could maybe see a glimpse of his old self.

but why is he apologizing? does he think that she'll run away out of disgust from what he suffered? does he think that Juvia would leave him because he had other means to keep himself from dying?

"Do you think that Juvia will leave you?" Gray didn't glance at her, so she grabbed his chin with her hand, turning his head to look at his grey eyes, they were red, ready to brim with tears. "This isn't your fault, and ju via wouldn't even think of leaving your side after opening up to me."

she can feel the tone of her voice quiver, but she held it because her sweet lover man is the one who has the right to tear about it, not her, no matter how much she wants to.

"you are very brave my love." she said softly, cradling his cheek, which were cold under her hand. she knows that he won't believe it, not now at least, it might need time for him to realize how courageous and strong he is, she is aware that he went through this all alone.

"i am not going to leave you alone, Juvia promises on her life."

the lid broke and everything in it scattered out.

Gray cried silently, and Juvia brought his head into her chest, to cradle him from all the pain and the danger of the world, she can sense her own tears ready to fall like a rain shower.

they held each other tightly under the glimmer of the stars and the dark sky, while the whistles of the wind gave them a bittersweet shiver, but all they could feel was each other's warmth.

Gray wants to not give in into his self-blame tendency, and while it's hard, opening up to Juvia made him feel that something clicked, like a puzzle joining to fill a whole picture.

Juvia completes him.

and so they cried, their fingers still locked together and the time passed not knowing for how long they were in each other's embrace. and nobody broke their heartfelt moment.

#gruvia #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #gray x juvia #fanfiction #attempt of writing #fairy tail #this fanfic lowkey has a universe i made by myself #wink wink

[fossil-frenzy]

ALRIIIIGHT. Finally back on my PC!

Vel is the third member of the team that otherwise consists of Theris and Archos, who I posted earlier. He is a healer/doctor type, which reflects in the move set of his battle form. Like Maia and Pacro he has straight-up healing moves, but like Breme he also has LP-stealing moves. Vel is typical of a healer character; he's sweet and easily concerned. But he is far from a pushover, and will stand up for his teammates if needed. his original design was made by Scheppen on Toyhouse

#world: fossil fighters #character: vel #original art #original character #character art #character design #oc #ocs #original character art #original character design #fossil fighters #dinaurian

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

From the Ashes Pt. 21

Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, MC POV, darkin powers, took the idea of darkin from Jay Kristoff's Nevernight Trilogy, it's a super good series that has been my favorite for years

Words: 3033

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 3.5  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31 Part 32 Part 33 Part 34 Part 35

Book Two of Dārilaros hen ōrbar se perzys (Heir of Ash and Fire)

As Weles had taught you, you didn’t take your eyes off of your opponent. When you first met him back in Volon Therys, there was plenty of fear in you. Having spent nearly a year in the Red Temple you didn’t fear this darkin. You were angry.

“How shameful for one of your kind to dare attack Azor Ahai reborn.” Melisandre reprimands him although it slid easily off of the darkin. “Have you no dignity, darkling?”

“Aye I have dignity. Dignity regarding my title as the best assassin in all of the world.” Even though he addresses Melisandre, that one single eye of his continues to stare you down. Lifting up a black blade, you realized it wasn’t a sword at all; rather a large dagger. “That little one poses a threat to it.”

Red brows furrow and for once Melisandre’s voice held no alluring sweetness. “She is your champion. Mind your tongue.” She makes a move to step forward, perhaps show him her own skills with shadows, but a gentle hand holds her still.

When Alizah speaks, a chill creeps up through everyone. Including yourself. Alizah had such a strange power in her voice. The sparkling night sky were no longer shining. Instead they became a dark void of prophecy. “Inniros Orelelion.”

Finally the darkin tears his eye away from you to glare at Alizah.

Hands folded politely in front of her, Alizah smiles. “You don’t have to do this. All of this pain and death can end here. There is still light inside of you. Please don’t get rid of it. (y/n) can help you reach true glory if you give her a chance.”

Words couldn’t reach Inniros though. “I’ve never failed and refuse to do so now.”

While he was distracted, you took the opportunity to adjust the hilt in your hand and strike. Barely enough time to react, a slice of red blooms on Inniros’ cheek. The slice was enough to render his mask useless as it hangs by a thread before completely falling off his face. A long narrow face like that of a ghost greeted you. His shadows still held Jaime hostage as he reacted to each swing of your sword. Slithering shadows tried to hold you down as well, but you weren’t falling for that again. Light on your feet, you tried not to stay in one place for too long. You knew this would exhaust you if you kept up with it for too long, but it was the only thing that guaranteed that you wouldn’t succumb to his shadowbinding. Weles had spent hours training you on how to move like a feather in the breeze. He was watching now and you would not fail him. The remaining Fiery Hands watched quietly. They knew the darkin was your’s. This was the real test. No one dared to interrupt you.

The good thing about Jaime being held down was that the darkin couldn’t slip into the shadows. He couldn’t do both. Good.

A jab nearing your face as you flip backwards to get away, never releasing Lightbringer from your grasp. You landed gracefully on the balls of your feet but didn’t have enough time to catch your breath as Inniros was at your heels. He was fast.

Valyrian steel slid along his obsidian dagger, they hissed in unison. “Who sent you?”

He didn’t answer as he was able to push you back to the ground. You hopped back up and sliced at him, repeating your question. “Who sent you to kill me?”

Your hands trembled much to your dismay. The adrenaline you were experiencing was overwhelming. Either that or something was waking up inside of you. Unfurling its wings and opening reptilian eyes. The singing of blades was such a loud song, rousing awake something so primal that you couldn’t explain what you were feeling. You remember your days in King’s Landing and the visits you had in your dreams with the Warrior. You felt her power and energy. It was linked to the creature waking up inside of you.

Translating to your sword, you began to push. The sound of cracking made Inniros glance at his blade. Nothing was a match against pure Valyrian steel. Realizing he was in danger, Inniros bounces back which allowed you to advance forward. Even you could see the large crack in the obsidian that began to splinter through the rest of his dagger. The only weapon he would have left would be his shadows. Both of you knew that as you glare eachother down. He could release Jaime and flee into his shadow, or continue to fight you and gamble his life.

There was clear frustration on his face as he failed to pin you down by your own shadow. Hopping around was making you tired and you worried you wouldn’t be able to keep up until the fight was over. You had never fought so fiercely before. Inniros took the chance and used the last leg of his dagger. Swatting it away like a pesky fly, it shattered. Shards nick at his hands and fall to the ground. If this was any other sparring fight, he would concede defeat. He knew it was over. He had no other way to fight besides his shadows which had failed to capture you.

That’s when Jaime shouted “What the hell?!!”

Before your eyes you watched the darkin’s body be enveloped by darkness, disappearing and pulling Jaime with him.

You ran. “Oh no you don’t! You’re not getting away this time!!” You didn’t know what you were going to do to stop him, but you knew that you would not let him take your brother.

Inniros’ shadow was receding, but slowly. Clenching your jaw, you viciously stab at the shadow. Inniros gasps and is spat back out, Jaime is released and falls forward.

You should have finished him off right then and there. But you were too distracted by the flames that were suddenly engulfing your sword. Even Inniros didn’t try to escape. He stared intently at almost in pure horror. Or perhaps it was awe. Ears numb to the people shouting around you, all you were focused on was Lightbringer on fire. Holding it up, the flames refused to die. The heat from it didn’t bother you; in fact it warmed you to your core. Such a familiar sensation, like an old friend.

Sitting on the ground stunned, Inniros doesn’t move as the Fiery Hand crowds around him.

Melisandre makes her way over to him. Triumph in her smile. “Did I not tell you, darkling? Whether you like it or not, she is Azor Ahai; your champion. Darkin live to serve. Your powers are nothing, you would be nothing if not for her.”

“Kill him.” Iyan growls. “He is a danger and needs to be executed.”

On wobbly legs, Jaime stands. “I agree. He killed Feichin. Killed many other good men as if. . . as if they were nothing.”

“Let one of us kill him before he escapes again, ñuha kosh” A Fiery Hand spoke, getting to one knee in front of you. “Do not waste Lightbringer on the likes of him.”

Weles looks to you, not offering any help. “Issa aōha iderennon.”

It’s your choice.

He should be killed. He was indeed a great risk if you kept him alive. Looking at the darkin now, Inniros appeared exhausted and drained. Now you could see his other eye. Or what should have been his other eye. Instead there’s just an empty eye socket. There was now humanity you saw within Inniros. Whatever led him down this path hadn’t been his first choice. In that frozen blue eye of his, you saw a scared little boy before a terrible master that turned him into a monster.

“Chain him and bring him back to the temple.”

Not a very popular decision. Vidarr straightened his back. “I don’t want to disagree with your choice, ñuha kosh, but you can’t let him live.”

“He will kill you the moment you turn your back.” Dritan agreed. He grabbed Inniros’ red hair and pulled his head back, moon blade pressed against Inniros’ throat. “I can do it, ñuha kosh. Please give me the honor.”

It didn’t feel right though. You knew Weles was awaiting your words. Even if you had defeated him, did you have it in you to kill this man? To take a life was not an easy thing. Even though you were still angry that the darkin dared to harm your brother, you couldn’t muster up enough hate to swing your fiery sword.

You swallowed and with that the flames that had been running up and down your sword subsided. The fire was gone in you. “Put your blade down, Dritan.”

“But-”

A silencing glare from Weles has Dritan lowering his head and releasing Inniros.

“Clearly he was sent by someone to kill me and take my brother. It won’t end with his death. Whoever it is will keep trying to kill me. We need to get down to the truth.” Putting Lightbringer back into its sheath, you look over your shoulder at the mess behind you. Besides Feichin there were three dead Fiery Hands. You couldn’t bare to look at Feichin’s lifeless body. It would make you remember all the laughter he had brought into your life. “I will get down to the truth. After that. . .” After that could you possibly entertain the idea of executing him? If you were like your father, you could easily do it without wasting sleep. Tywin brought the law down on any tyrant that threatened him.

You felt just as drained as Inniros. Jaime notices and goes to your side. He pats your head and wipes off blood that was on your brow. “You’re injured.”

Since the adrenaline was wearing off, you were starting to feel the pain and soreness of your body. You hadn’t realized that Inniros had been able to get to you. Sweat makes the cut on your brow sting and produces more blood. The hand you had hurt while fighting Weles ached as you stretched your fingers. There was also a sickening pain that was starting to arise in your side.

Taking control of the situation, Jaime nods and turns to his comrades. “Fetch a wagon so we can bring back the dead and give them a proper burial. Someone go to the blacksmith and have him procure chains for the darkin. (y/n), you might want to keep your sword out and ready if he decides to make a run for it.”

Yophiel took it upon him to hold down the darkin as he was the largest of the Fiery Hand. You did as Jaime said and just hovered near Inniros with Lightbringer in your aching hand.

The walk back to the Red Temple was near impossible for you had it not been for Jaime who put you on his back and carried you the rest of the way. People in the streets stare with curiosity at your small group. More particularly they wanted to know why there was someone in chains and a bag over their head. Vidarr sat in the back of the wagon which held the slain. Iyan walked beside the wagon, singing the funeral rights for his brothers. His voice was beautiful and so sad that you found yourself crying on Jaime’s back. The tears stained his robes as you clung to him. Jaime pretended not to notice that you were crying, giving you that bit of privacy.

Immediately when you crossed the bridge, there were many of the red priests and priestesses awaiting your return. The rest of the Fiery Hand were there as well, hearing the grieving hymn from Iyan. They knelt down in respect as your party passed.

In no time you were taken off of Jaime’s back and treated for your wounds. An old friend, milk of the poppy, was offered to you and before you could even blink you were out cold.

There was no rest in your slumber. Fitful and full of dark shadows that you were able to slice away with a flaming Lightbringer. Only. . . It was the Warrior.

She smiles at you. “Do you know who I am now?”

You couldn’t speak as she held her hand out to you.

“It’s okay. You’re ready now.” for the first time she was gentle with you. “Say my name. You know it.”

Your hand disappears into the Warrior’s. “Your name. . .” Flicking your eyes up at her you knew. Her own green pools reflected back. “(y/n).”

She smiles and wraps her arms around you in a hug. Overhead there is a shriek and the flap of wings. Whispering into your ear, you could feel her smile. “She is on the way. She awaits for you.”

“Who?”

“(y/n)?”

A voice from the outside stirs you from your foggy sleep. A struggle to open your eyes to find Jaime sitting right next to you. He grins and you can’t help but smile.

“Jaime. . .” voice hoarse, you run your tongue over your dry lips.

“How are you feeling?” His thumb runs over the bandage on your head, knowing that below there were stitches. He could feel the bumps of the thread that was used. More than likely you couldn’t feel a thing. The red priests had medicated you heavily, worried that you would be in too much pain.

You felt nothing except for the stuffing in your head. “Okay. How long have I been out for?”

“Not long. A day perhaps.” From your bedside table, Jaime retrieves a cup of water. “I told them you didn’t need that much milk of the poppy.”

Grateful for the gesture, your brother helps you sit up as you take small sips. “Inniros?”

“Surprisingly he’s still in his cell. Hasn’t said a word but he’s still there. Suppose that’s all that matters. Melisandre has taken it upon herself to be guard over him. Even the red priestesses want his head on a spike. And word has spread through the whole temple about Lightbringer bursting into flames. If there were any skepticals left, they’re all gone now. The High Priest has blessed your sword and praised the blacksmith for such a fine job. He has been rewarded greatly.”

His mood dampens when in a quieter tone he tells you about the Fiery Hands that had died. As was ritual, a funeral pyre was made for them and they were burned. They died in the line of duty and were given the utmost respect. Regret was quick to fill you that you couldn’t attend the ceremony. They died protecting you. Everyone understood though. A lot had happened to you that day.

Something stirs in the corner of your room, on the other side of your bed. You turn and Rhiannon is slumped in a chair rubbing at her eyes. She grumbles something at Jaime which neither of you could decipher. There’s relief when she fully wakes. “My lady.”

“Rhiannon.” you smile. “Have you been here this entire time?”

She nods and gets up. “Yes. Jaime was supposed to have woken me up.”

“You stayed up with her all night. I figured you could use the rest.” He shrugged.

Giving Jaime a stink face, Rhiannon pushes him out of the way to peel back your blanket. “I need to check the wound on your side, my lady. Something Jaime should have done when you woke.” Her touch is like a feather as they gingerly tug at your bandages.

There’s a dull soreness in your side as she examines your wound. Her furrowed brow told you all you needed to know of the extent of it. More than likely it would leave a scar.

That was fine by you. Each scar would be a medal for you. You survived a fight with a darkin. Not many could say that.

Instructing Jaime to bring her a basket filled with equipment, Rhiannon begins to redress your wound. She hums quietly until you ask her “Where is Lightbringer?”

Knowing exactly where it was, he ventures over to where your dresser was and opens the doors. Latched to the other side of one door was Lightbringer. “The High Priest wanted to put it somewhere safely. He thinks if other people knew of its power-”

“Not its power.” Rhiannon corrected him. “The sword holds no power. It all comes from (y/n).”

That’s right. Once you felt the fire inside of you dwindle, the fire from the sword was extinguished. When your wounds healed you would have to try again.

“Regardless, its made from Valyrian steel. There are only a handful of Valyrian swords out there in the world. And you possess one of them.”

Your body prickles to life when Rhiannon applies a cleansing wash on your side. Squeezing your eyes closed and grimacing, you barely manage to keep in a hiss. Your brother is by your side in an instant, holding your clenched hand. Relaxing your fingers, you take a deep breath; letting the sting subside.

Gazing up at him, you smile at Jaime. He returns it and kisses your knuckles. You would allow yourself to relish in this moment.

“My lady.”

A new voice in your room, the three of you turn. Vidarr and Sirvart stand in your doorway. Each bows when they have caught your attention.

“Our apologies.” Vidarr says. “But we have been informed to let you know that once you are able to stand, your presence is requested in the dungeons. The darkin insists he will not talk to anyone except for Azor Ahai.”

It was time.

You nod and Rhiannon finishes putting a new bandage on you. Jaime helps you up to your feet. “Send for Innana. I will need help getting dressed.”

Worry is laced in Vidarr’s voice. “Are you sure you’re well enough?”

His worry makes Sirvart laugh. “We have no need to worry about her any longer. It’s clear she can take care of herself.”

Beaming at Sirvart you realize she spoke the truth. And now everyone knew it too. You weren’t that bumbling little girl. You were a warrior.

A champion.

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#from the ashes #reader fanfic #reader insert fanfiction #reader insert #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones reader insert #game of thrones fanfic #game of thrones fanfiction #a song of ice and fire x you #a song of ice and fire x reader #a song of ice and fire fanfic #a song of ice and fire fanfiction #asoiaf reader insert #asoiaf fic #game of thrones #asoiaf fanfic #asoiaf fanfiction #asoiaf fandom #got fandom #got fanfic #got fanfiction

[gallusgalluss]

a pair birdragons encounter a sphinx

#haven't posted about Sweet Therie in a while so here's some beasts. i missed em #art #drey draws #sweet therie #drey's ocs #(they don't have names yet but i wanna do something with em) #winged lion beasts/sphinxes aren't common in East Cwenn deserts. so these two saw one and were like ''oh wtf??? huh???'' #loved messing around with the sky here. skies are always fun to paint

[funkbun]

wanted to work on a full drawing again but i didn't like this enough to finish it, but i could share it here ig

It's supposed to be a birdragon up in the trees at night, probably looking for owls or something. I wanted to make their horns look "glowy" because it (and all of the dominant Therie species) have some weird bioluminescent qualities to them due to being fucked up beasts made in labs.

#like how the lion beasts are associated with stars. i wanted to make the birdragons associated with the moon and night in general #i gotta talk about these guys more often baaaah #therie stuff #might end up finishing this and posting it on main. but for now it's just gonna be here unfinished #i gotta make some sort of 'Basic information about Sweet Therie' thing someday so these words could make sense

[starrytect]

blowing a kiss to the person who left these tags

#why yes i DO think about this often #mc runs around gathering ingredients for a peach soup xl all for him to be like. dude. you just got scammed #but then he's like #''sorry....... thank you'' :( #babygirl........... #he's so sweet i'm unwell #i need to pat him on the head give him a forehead kiss and tuck him into bed #shush theri

[beantothemax]

asking my nana to describe different ot characters (part one, the first game) 

therion: he egotistical, self-confident. probably sarcastic like your mother 

alfyn: he seems very kind, he looks like he'd be a good person to be around 

tressa: she looks young- very happy, though. reminds me of you. 

cyrus: he looks very focused, like he's working hard on something. 

olberic: he looks like he's on a mission or quest, very strong. is that a sword, is he a knight? 

primrose: very comfortable in her own skin and what she is doing 

h'aanit: a warrior! i adore her cat. 

ophilia: i think of a good witch, benevolent and kind. i think she heals people with that other man you showed me

omg you reminded her of tressa???????? that’s extremely sweet

idk why but ophiliia being a ‘good witch’ just sounds. Right. like yeah! she IS a good witch! also she automatically asssumes that phili and alfyn are friends and she’s so right.

also she got theri like. EXACTLY right from just one look at him.. this guy just Radiates sarcastic jerk vibes and we love him for it <3

#asks

[twistedroseytoesy]

once upon silvers dreams

sweet silver stuff, hopefuly i wrote him ok, I don't know his character very well.

Another assignment by professor crewel for the dream potion led to mc sitting next to a tree by the forest thinking over who would be ok going into their dream. They know sometimes their dreams were odd due to being from another world. And as an extra part of the assignment was to try and connect more to someone they are aquatinted with but not really friends with.

It was an interesting conundrum for Mc since they knew and had a lot of friends but didn’t have many people that they did know but weren’t friends with. They continued to sit for a while, their thoughts drifting here and there. Then they noticed a few animals around. even more strange were 2 birds carrying a dark jacket to the other side of the tree they were leaning against.

They watched the birds gently drape the jacket over a man with silvery hair, sleeping aginst the tree. The immage reminded them of an old movie they watched a long time ago. They smiled as they hummed a song from it and sat back down, mind wandering. in theri haze they reached for their water bottle but grabbed and drank their potion. They realised once they swallowed then sighed. Quickly writing a note to the man, remembering his name from one of the 2nd and first year mixed classes. Silver.

They quickly fell asleep as they set the note next to him along with the other potion bottle. Silver woke shortly after to his animal friends gently nudging him. Ne hoticed the note and potion.

"dear silver, sorry about the suddenness of this note, I need your help with a dream potion assignment. If you are ok with it, could you drink it and join me in my dreams? I'll owe you a favor. Hope to see you soon Mc"

He looked down at the potion and shrugged, he knew his master was fond of the kind, magicless human, and this potion was just to be a part of their dream. It couldn't hurt to help. So he quickly downed the pink potion and drifted off to sleep once more.

He woke up against a tree his dark coat and hat missing from his uniform. He had his batton out and it nseemed he was practicing against an old dead tree, if the grooves were anything to go by. He felt the need to look for his missing uniform pieces so he started to wander around, until he heard soft singing. Something that felt familiar yet alien to him.

"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam Yet I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem"

He moved a bush out of the way and noticed Mc danging with some ghosts near the edge of the forest, the ghosts wearing his dorm outfit giggling as they danced around Mc as they sang that intriguing song. "But if I know you, I know what you'll do You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream"

they happily hummed as they continued to dance. The entire situation felt familiar yet not to silver as he watched. He suddenly felt the dram push him toward them as they spun toward him.

"But if I know you, I know what you do You love me at once" They sang before Silver started to sing with them. "The way you did once upon a dream" He finished alone sinc eth Mc stopped singing due to their surprise at a new and unfamiliar voice. They looked at the ghost with silver at their back and the ghosts just shrugged before disappearing, letting the clothes they borrowed fall to the ground.

"Oh!" They said now looking at silver and pulling away from him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you." He said. Moving to grab his stuff.

"Well, it's not that. it's just that you're a... a" They stammered now embarrassed at being caught singing.

"A stranger?" he finished for them. They nodded and looked away back toward where ramshackle would be.

"But don't you remember? We've meet before." he said turning to them, now in his full uniform.

"we-we have?" they said now looking back at him, surprised.

"well of course, you said so yourself, once upon a dream." he finished with a small smile. they smiled back, before moving toward ramshackle. They were about to say something but he started to sing. He as a bit supprised himself but didn't fight as the dream led him along.

"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam" he sang, catching up to them before leading them in a dance through a small field of wildflowers. they looked surprised before they joined his singing. "And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem But if I know you, I know what you'll do You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream" they finish together. They both snapped out of the strange memory/ scene the dream had them do. Silver quickly pulled away, sighing.

"I'm sorry about that, I don't really know what over came me. forgive me if I confused or startled you." he apologised.

"no, it's ok. I remember that scene. it's from a movie I haven't seen in a while. I think I was thinking about it as I fell asleep... So this is somewhat my fault you had to do that." They said. awkwardly patting his back. He chuckled before looking around at the familiar, yet slightly distorted dream world.

"I hope you got the data you needed for the assignment, I'm unsure how else I can help," he said now looking back at them. They smiled at his kind words and smile.

"All i really needed to know is that it can add someone to my dreams to interact with, so it worked perfectly. Thank you silver." the world started to fade around them both.

"it seems that our dream is ending. Thank you for the experience Mc. Ill try and remember ho we knew each other once upon a dream." he said before they both woke up.

#twst #twisted wonderland #my stuff #my writing #twst x reader #twst parody #parody #twisted wonderland mc #sorry to cut this one short #I'm really struggling to get these stories out #oh well #hope you like it #sorry if I didn't write silver that ell #I don't kno him at all #eventually we will #I just see him as really nice and polite #anyway #roses ramblings #twst silver