#Basil flew away

[dalimaly]

This is Hero's car

#omori #omori meme #aubrey omori #kel omori #sunny omori #basil omori #Basil flew away

[smusherina]

yard work - chapter 2 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

chapter 1 / chapter 3

During the school day, she'd ignore you as usual. Wandering the halls of Northshore, you'd catch glimpses of her but no more than that. It actually felt like you were seeing less of her than usual. It was hard to avoid somebody in a school like Northshore, but somehow she managed it. You doubted it had anything to do with you specifically. She'd been acting off since you'd had dinner at the Georges'.

After school, those days you went to Regina's house to do their yard work, it was as if a switch had been flipped. Gretchen and Karen weren't around. Regina had taken her mom's place on the patio and bathed in the sun as you worked.

You hated to say it was distracting. Partly because the whole thing had thrown you off kilter, like why was she doing all this all of a sudden, and also because she was hot. There was no question about it. Regina George was hot.

You desperately tried maintaining focus on the chlorine you were pouring into the pool, pretending you weren't all too aware of Regina lying not too far away from you, in a skimpy hot pink bikini, large sunglasses covering her eyes.

"Regina! Oh, that's such a cute 'suit you got, where'd you get it?" You were distantly aware of Mrs George stepping through the sliding door to the backyard. Regina muttered something in return. You didn't have to look to see Mrs George wilt at her daughter's dismissal.

It pissed you off. Regina didn't have to entertain her mom's every whim, she could be a bit much, even you could admit that, but she didn't have to be so mean.

You walked over to them with the empty chlorine bag in hand. "Hey, Mrs George." You called as you approached. "Margaritas?"

"Hi, sweetie! I brought you two some, gotta stay hydrated in this hot weather. All virgin, of course!" Mrs George winked and offered up the tray she had in her hands. You smiled gratefully and took one of the glasses. You were actually quite thirsty and Regina's mom made the best (alcohol-free) cocktails.

"Thanks," You said before taking a sip. Mm, strawberry and basil. Yummy.

"Just leave it there, mom. She's gotta work and I'm busy." Regina pointed at the little table next to the sunbeds before directing her attention back to, uh, lying in the sun. She sure looked busy.

"Okay, honey." Mrs George smiled, but the chirp in her voice was strained. "You just call and I'll be right here, alright?" She looked from her daughter to you.

"You got it, Mrs George."

Once the older woman had ducked out of the door and closed it behind her, you turned to Regina.

"You don't need to be mean, y'know." You took a sip, watching the pink slush move through the swirly straw.

"Excuse me?" Regina craned her neck in your direction, looking very uncomfortable. You walked around to the sunbed next to hers and sat down facing her.

"She just brought us margaritas." You said, continuing to sip on your drink.

"Uh, yeah, and I'm busy." She huffed before reaching for her own drink. "Why she feels the need to bother me is beyond me."

"She's your mom and wanted to do something nice." You rolled your eyes, already sick of her attitude.

Regina didn't bother responding. You adjusted on the seat so you were sitting on it the right way, legs kicked up and leaned back. You decided to relax for a few minutes. It was still the beginning of the school year, September barely just started, so summer was still lingering warm in the air.

There was a robin's nest in one of the apple trees. Red-chested birds flew around, from their home branch to the bird pool, to somewhere you couldn't see and back. Soon it'd be apple picking season. For the last two years of high school Mrs George had given you maybe more than half the apples since she didn't know what to do with so much. Before that, it used to be you and Regina. Picking apples, sitting on the branches, peeling each and every one and boiling them into jam with obscene amounts of sugar. Looking back, you were pretty sure doing all those things without proper adult supervision was like tempting a tragic accident.

(To be fair, you had fallen out of those apple trees once before. You were maybe twelve and it was the middle of summer. You'd lost your balance and toppled onto your wrist. Regina had nearly fallen herself scrambling down to get you. She'd cried more than you and you were the one with a broken bone. She insisted you pick a pink cast. She was the first to sign it, too.)

Out in the sun, it was much hotter than under the partial shade in the yard. You chugged the rest of your drink before standing back up. You pulled off your shirt as you walked to the patio stairs, leaving on just a sports bra and your shorts.

"Jean shorts are so lame," Regina said behind you. You turned to look at her and found her looking at you from over her sunglasses. Her eyes raked over your body, no doubt judging how much weight you'd gained since she last saw you without clothes.

Fuck. Not like that. That sounded wrong. You had spent a lot of time at her pool, both of you in swimsuits, as kids. A totally normal, non-sexual setting.

You shrugged, pretending her wandering eye did not make you insecure. "I like my jorts."

"Your taste is questionable." Regina scoffed, a little smile playing on her lips. "At best." She added sassily. You had a feeling she was mocking you.

"Thanks!" You struck a little pose, cocking your hip and blowing a kiss her way, responding in an equally snarky manner. You knew you didn't stand up to her fashion standards. Loose jean shorts down to a little above your knees, basic brown slides, and now sans a raggedy, well-loved Queen tee was not exactly high couture.

"You're not cute, jorts." She leaned up on her elbows and pushed the shades up to her hair. "I think I saw this exact outfit on you, like, three years ago." She pretended to think, finger on her chin. "So, when we were thirteen..."

"Yeah, you probably did." You chuckled. "You also called me jorts three years ago. So, clearly, nothing's changed, right?"

You both damn well knew a lot had changed. Still, she entertained you with a seemingly genuine smile. You smiled back before turning away to retrieve some tools from the shed. There was a gap in the fence that needed fixing.

Then, for the following week and then some, as if the past years of her ignoring you hadn't happened at all, she started speaking to you. Not at school, though, never in public. Only Kylie and Mrs George were privy to your rekindled friendship. You weren't sure if you could even call it that. Was it friendship if it was conditional to time and place?

You couldn't find it in yourself to care too much, though. You had your own crowd at school. You had things other than the Georges' yard work to do. Sometimes you went skating with the guys, picked up shifts at the shop, did chores and yard work at home, played video games, and on rare occasions studied. You had a life outside of Regina George.

So what if when you fucked up a trick and looked around all frantic, checking that Regina hadn't suddenly spawned at the skate park and seen your epic fall. So what if you spent your work hours thinking about her, counting down the minutes until you got to clean the Georges' pool again. So fucking what you wanted to beat the shit out of Regina in Mortal Kombat.

Maybe you did care. You wanted to spend more time with her. Was that a crime? If you could talk during the several hours of the day, five days a week, that the two of you went to the same school, then that want would've abated. But you had to wait. Sometimes there were several days in a row that you barely got a glimpse of her.

You sounded pathetic. Gosh. You hadn't realized how much you missed her until you got a taste of what it was like to have her back. You couldn't even remember what had caused her sudden avoidance back then. Something with Janice and a sleepover. The details had gone blurry since then. You hadn't even been at the sleepover, but you'd heard something bad had gone down. Something that caused Janis 'Imi'ike to switch schools for the remainder of middle school.

Sighing, you let your pencil fall from your hand. You fucking hated algebra. Functional math, business math, that you could deal with, but derivatives and parables and all that stuff? No. Just no.

You rolled your chair back from your desk and decided it was high time for some relaxation. You walked across the hallway to the computer room, planning on fucking around on RuneScape.

Before you could get into gaming, though, you checked AIM and noticed you had a message. From Regina. What? You click the chat open and see that it's been sent a pretty long while ago.

> can i come over? daddys home

You stared at the uncharacteristic message. You two never spent time at your house back then. It was always empty and you didn't have the same fun things Regina did. Mrs George had been a significantly better cook, to add. Your toaster oven tater tots and dino nuggies couldn't compare.

But, hey, maybe this was the start of something new.

> sure > when? whenevr is fine w me

That could've all been one message but, well, here you were. You jumped in your seat when she responded almost immediately.

> omw

Shit. You shot up from the desk chair, sending it rolling to the other side of the room. You shut down the behemoth of a machine as fast as you could, which wasn't very fast, and shot down the stairs. The living room was a mess 'cause you'd spent the last few days pigging out in front of the TV, playing videogames and eating exclusively takeout.

You spent some time in the pantry trying to look for a garbage bag, time was running out, before rushing to the crime scene that was the couch. Styrofoam containers, probably some cutlery, empty bags of Cheetos and whatnot, empty cans, all that flew into the bag. You wouldn't have time to vacuum, so you just brushed the crumbs away into the couch cushions or onto the floor.

You were almost done when the doorbell rang. You had collected all the trash, but you still had to put away some of the still good leftovers. Didn't wanna waste those since you could eat it later.

"Hi!" You exclaimed, a little too riled up to seem sensible at the door. "I was just cleaning up."

"I see that." Regina drawled, eyeing the garbage bag as well as you. You'd completely forgotten about how you looked.

"Shit, sorry," You looked down at your body and the unfortunate clothes draped over it. Blue briefs with little Spidermen printed on them and a ratty grey hoodie with a devastating stain right on your chest. Your hair probably looked just as bad. You hadn't been bothered to fix up your bedhead, it was a goddamn Sunday.

"Don't worry about me." Regina, with her hands at her hips, looked at you expectantly. "So..."

"Yeah, uh, just stay here," You turned and put your sandals on. "I'll put this to the trash and, I still gotta put some things away and then you can come inside."

Regina just stared at you. You pursed your lips together and hustled past her, down the porch steps and toward the trash cans. By the time you'd hauled the bag away, you could no longer see Regina on the porch.

"Regina! I said don't go in!" You ran after her.

"Don't be ridiculous, jorts, I'm not afraid of a mess. Gosh." You could hear her from inside, probably taking her shoes off. That'd been a thing at your house always, but you didn't expect her to remember.

"Fucking- fine, okay, just..." You huffed as you spied her saunter into your living room as if she owned the place. She slumped down onto the couch, the very same you'd slept on the previous night.

You collected the food from the coffee table and moved it to the kitchen. You gave tentative sniffs to glean if they'd gone bad already. They'd only been out in the open for like, less than a day. So it was probably fine.

"When'd you order that?" Regina's voice came from behind you unexpectedly. You turned to her, caught with your nose in some noodles.

"Uh, last night..." You wiped at your nose with your sleeve.

She walked up to the container, right up in your space, and also gave it a sniff. Then she shrugged.

"I was thinking the same," You poured the noodles into Tupperware and shoved it into the fridge.

"Why's your fridge so empty? Has your dad gone bankrupt?" Regina stepped in before you could fully close the door.

"No, Reggie, he's fine. I don't have the money to stock up like your mom."

Regina turned to look at you, a displeased pout on her lips. She'd always hated it when you called her that. "I fucking hate that stupid nickname. And what do you mean you don't have the money?"

"I mean I don't have the money?" You paused in pouring beef and broccoli into another container, turning to look at her.

"Doesn't he send you money or make someone do it for you when he's away?"

You smiled a little bitterly. "He hasn't done that since I was, like, twelve." You paused. "Well, he's always sent me money but he used to have my babysitter buy groceries when I was way young."

Regina's lips twisted like she was genuinely thinking. You continued, feeling weird now that such a weirdly vulnerable conversation had been opened: "He sends me an allowance every week for groceries and school lunch, but it's not that much. If I didn't work at yours or at the shop I'd be toast." You grinned as you put on the last lid, moving to put the last two containers into the fridge too.

Regina didn't look all that amused. She was still frowning at your fridge, the rather pathetic state of it. You could admit it was pretty bleak. Two-litre bottles of various sodas, microwave meals, and an astonishing amount of condiments were not a sight that sparked hope.

"That's weird," Regina commented. "It's like you're poor but with a nice house."

"Gee, thanks so much, Reg, that makes me feel so good and seen." You drolled. "Oh, you think I have a nice house? That's nice."

"It's alright, I guess. Mine's better." Back to her usual, unthinking and overall not-that-nice persona. This was familiar territory.

"I would know. I work there." You motioned for her to follow you to the couch. "I'm gonna pick your apples soon."

"Daddy's home now. I don't know if you can." Regina sat with her shins tucked under her, leaning her side against the back of the couch. You sat a comfortable distance away, facing her with your legs crossed.

"What did your dad do again?" You asked, trying to remember.

"I don't fucking know." She gestured with her hand. "Human trafficking?"

"I hear it's a lucrative business." You grinned, enjoying talking like this with your old friend.

"We should start a company. Who'd you think would have a good price at our school?" She looked so excited at the prospect of talking shit about your peers. It was a little adorable, but in the way that a man-eating beast was. Like a devil cougar or something like that.

"I think that's eugenics, Reg." You muttered, jokingly wincing. "That's problematic."

"What, are you gonna sue me?" She leaned forward, inclining her head cheekily. "With what money?"

"With daddy's money, you fuck!" You laughed. "What money are you gonna sue me with? Wait, let me guess, uhh... Daddy's money."

"I'll have you know, it might be mommy's money." She widened her eyes dramatically as she began to tell the story. "I did some snooping around, and it just so happens daddy might not be the breadwinner after all, because-"

As Regina got into telling you about Mrs George's strange investments, which she and Kylie both had been pretty sure were pyramid schemes, you listened keenly and watched as she spun the story. She'd always been a good storyteller, good with performing and making the room pay attention to her. It was a shame she'd started to use her powers for evil.

Sitting here, Regina George on your dirty couch in her designer clothes and all, listening as she told you about the most mundane things in her life, made you feel warm in a way you hadn't in a long time. Loneliness was a quiet thing. It snuck up on you and you hadn't even noticed.

You hoped she wouldn't duck out of your life again.

Notes: Written late at night. My eyes don't work like they used to before. Might've missed some spelling errors or weird grammar. I'll return to it after I've slept. Also, in case you haven't noticed, this is firmly set in 2004. This story takes elements from both films, 2004 and 2024, but time-wise it is 2004. Another thing, I changed up the chapter titles. Originally, the first part was the prologue but then I thought about it and it really isn't like a prologue. So, that was chapter 1 and this is chapter 2. Bye-bye, party people.

Taglist: One person asked for this lmao, but I am but a servant of the people. Comment on this post if you wanna be tagged on the next part when it comes out. Disclaimer! Chapters will not usually come out this fast.

@autorasexy

#mean girls #mean girls 2024 #mean girls 2004 #mean girls fanfic #mean girls x reader #regina george x reader #regina george x you #regina george x oc #regina george x ofc #reader insert #no use of y/n #regina george #lesbian regina george #fic: yard work

[alonetimelover]

Hey! Hope I’m not too late for the blurb weekend requests - could you please do 29 from the six word as fluff and just banter between y/n and H? ❤️

"Where are my manners, my dear."

pairing: Harry Styles x polish!reader

summary: “I can’t believe you,” she laughed, shaking her head in amusement. “Out of all the days in a year you chose this one to be like this?” “Like what?” He teased, moving his right hand up to her cheek. He held her face in place so she couldn’t look away from him. “Like I would really like to just take you right he-”

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“You’re stepping on thin ice, Harry,” YN warned Harry, eyes flexed on him. 

“How thin?” 

Harry smirked at her, feeding from how frustrated she was. They were celebrating with her family some Polish holiday Harry couldn't remember even if his life depended on it. And he was insufferable. From the minute he woke up, stealing the blanket, waking her up two hours earlier than needed, making his coffee in her mug, overseasoning the breakfast, making it inedible and to top it off, being very, and YN thought, very provoking not to leave the house. 

“It’s starting to crack, that thin.” 

YN moved to the fridge and took out all the premade snacks that she knew her grandma would be looking for in moments. She unwrapped the foil from the plates and put them on the counter. When she reached for some fresh basil and parsley to decorate the dishes with, she felt Harry’s hands on her hips, his breath tickling the skin on her neck. 

“Good thing I know how to swim.”

“You think?” She wiggled her body around to face him. “Fancy a swim?”

“With you? Always, my baby.”

“I can’t believe you,” she laughed, shaking her head in amusement. “Out of all the days in a year you chose this one to be like this?”

“Like what?” He teased, moving his right hand up to her cheek. He held her face in place so she couldn’t look away from him. “Like I would really like to just take you right he-”

“Oh, there you two are!” Interrupted the heavy accented voice from behind Harry’s back. 

YN cleared her throat and pushed Harry away. Still smirking, Harry turned around to face his best friend. 

“Babcia (granny)! There you are. I was just about to look for you.” 

“I know I’m old, but I’m not stupid, Harry.” Now it was granny’s turn to smirk. “You are a naughty boy, keeping my granddaughter all to yourself!” 

Harry blushed, just like that losing all his wit and adventurousness. Behind him, YN was grinning at her granny. Of course, it was quite embarrassing to be caught in a somehow compromised position, but at the same time, granny knew that all of Harry’s songs were about her granddaughter. And yes, she knew the meanings. 

“Yeah, tell him, granny.”

Harry turned around, glaring at YN with an open mouth and thespian shock painted all over his face. “You both against me? I’m used to YN being like this, but you, granny? My heart is breaking right here.” 

“You really are an actor,” granny laughed, patting Harry’s cheek. “Go back to the party. Out of my kitchen. Now. Shush, shush.” 

After some bickering from Harry and YN that they wanted to help her prepare everything, they flew out of the kitchen being chased off with a kitchen cloth. 

Harry wrapped his arm around YN and led them to the terrace where the party was in full swing. The grill was smoking with YN’s two uncles arguing about the rawness of the steaks above it. Her younger cousins were running around the garden, playing catch and destroying too many flowers. 

“Harry, YN! Come here, come!” Called the family’s friend - Anna, waving her hand towards the table near the middle of the deck. “We’re discussing whether or not we should go canoeing.” 

After briefly looking at each other, they moved to the older part of the family, ready to discuss whatever was worth of so much noise and outtalking. Nearing the two empty chairs, YN went for the one near her mother. 

“Where are my manners, my dear,” Harry quickly interrupted YN’s actions and moved the chair for her, wiping it from the imaginary dust, blowing the air on it to finish the act. 

The table laughed at his antics, making Harry’s smirk grow deeper in the right side of his face, dimples daring its presence there. Oh, he loved attention and the look on YN’s face. 

When the commotion cooled down and the conversation came back on its tracks, YN leaned towards Harry’s ear, whispering “I hope you know that you’re gonna pay for all of this.” 

“Oh, I’m counting on it, baby.” 

#harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles x you #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles fluff #polish!reader #slavic!reader

[hugemilkshake]

Yet this is a part 3 to my developing story about my Parton OCs and the powdered basil torment officially starts now so have fun!

The Watchful Witch

-Platonic-

Part 1, part 2, part 4

“Powdered Basil, and Travelers you should all meet the witch! Or well the witches little helper and their helper! Oh Powdered Basil your going to love Y/N Cookies assistant!” Bubbling Oil Cookie took Powdered Basils hand and started to drag him along. The group followed suit afterwards

The street had cookies of various kinds wondering around, some were normal, some were faeries and then others looked like something the group had never seen before.

After a minute two cookies came into view, one was taller with a big witch hat on and the shorter cookie with a puffy jacket on.

Bubbling Oil practically dashed over, dragging poor Powdered Basil along. “Y/N Cookieee!” Bubbling Oil cheered.

Y/N Cookie turned around and greeted them, the cookie next to them also turned around. “I see you dragged the wolf back in” “Well the only reason why the wolf is even here is because we have travelers!” “Can you not call me a wolf-”Powdered Basil was cut off by Y/N Cookie

“Well greetings travelers, I am Y/N Cookie, and this is my helper Adele Penguin Cookie” Adele Penguin grinned before rummaging through a pocket and pulling out a pretty dull rock. Before walking over to Powdered Basil and Giving it to him.

“It’s very nice to meet you Mr Basil! I’ve heard a lot about you!” Adele Penguin smiled. Powdered Basil took the rock and he looked… confused…?

“What.. is this?” “It’s a rock! Its a sign of respect” “…I… see…” Powdered Basil sounded a little… put off. A bird soon flew down and landed on his shoulder chirping a few things.

“I’m terribly sorry to cut this meeting short but there’s something going on with the woodland critters” Everyone looks at him “Awwww your leaving so soon? Oh well… I guess you have to do your duties… well it was nice to see you again” Bubbling Oil pouted

Powdered Basil soon walked away in a hurry leaving the group with the three other cookies. “Well travelers, you should follow me, you should meet the other patrons. They are quite lovely to be around” Y/N Cookie spoke. The group soon walked down, closer to the town center.

Wizard Cookie soon asked a question “Y/N Cookie, I heard you were a witch… is that true?” “In some form, yes it is. I was baked by a witch to watch over the patrons and make sure their souls don’t become tainted by darkness.” Everyone collectively nodded. Soon put group of cookies started to ask questions about the patrons and the kingdom itself as they started to approach the town center

Here’s an Adele Penguin reference for you :3

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Woodland critters scattered about as Powdered Basil walked through some vines that hid a little clearing of Little trinkets

“…why… why did he give me this…? I’m… I’m Not supposed to get things… but… the others get things when they help people…” Powdered Basil looked at the rock in his hand

“…it… it… IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE!” He shouted as he threw the rock at a glass vase, shattering it instantly.

#crk #cookie run #crk x reader

[crowpropaganda]

A short story for a crow I once knew.

When I met Scarface I’d never heard of Scarface. The movie I mean. The Scarface I knew had a jagged line running from neck to eye and liked screaming at parking lot pigeons.

In the afternoon he’d hang out near the back entrance of my job. One morning a woman was nearby, a hand holding her phone to her ear and the other gripping the stroller where a small child focused on kicking a tiny pink sandal off her foot. Scarface observed the scene like a troubled noir detective, muttering beneath his breath, pacing back and forth with his head cocked until coming to a decision. Glancing from mother to child, he shuffled quietly closer until he was able to pluck the dangling shoe and fling it with the force of his entire body into a nearby puddle. As the woman yelped he ran to my side as if I were a shield against the consequences of his own actions.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked him, but went inside before he could respond.

After work he was waiting for me and presumably began to explain himself. He waddled at my side for the full ten minute walk to my apartment, refusing to let me get a word in edgewise, cawing loudly, and stomping when I tried to interrupt with things like ‘who are you?’, 'please leave me alone’ and 'what a jerk’. When we reached my building I gestured at the door.

“I already live with someone.”

“Caw.”

“I don’t speak corvid, sorry, US educational system, amiright?”

“Caw.”

“I’m going to give you,” I checked my bag, “one peanut.”

The following week he flew away from an important discussion he was having with a seagull over french fries and an empty pringles container to peck my shoe. I turned out my pockets.

“I have nothing, sir.”

“Caw.”

“Scarface- can I call you Scarface-what’s the plan? Be an asshole until you die? It’s not sustainable. The pigeons are too dumb to hold a grudge and the seagulls will take advantage of that innocence to corner the whole parking lot. You’re burning bridges all across the plaza and I can’t protect you from the storm. Soon it’ll be song bird season and people will start to notice those gents never go around robbing toddlers. You’ve lost the plot.”

“Caw.”

“I understand, but Fall doesn’t last forever. The rain will stop and there will be no more puddles. Find somebirdy to love. Raise some kids. Get a life.”

When he built his nest he did it in the tree beside my patio. My girlfriend called me while I was out of town to say there were three crows on the balcony and the one with a scar kept looking past her and shouting, feathers unruffled when she waved a broom in his face.

“Put me on speaker.” She did. “I’ll be home on Monday, comrade, leave her alone and stop eating the basil.”

“…Holy shit it’s leaving.”

“His name is Scarface.”

She laughed. “Ha, like the movie?”

“What movie?”

#corvids #crows #short story #journaling #birds #scarface

[onenakedfarmer]

EDWARD GOREY The Gashlycrumb Tinies

A is for Amy who fell down the stairs. B is for Basil assaulted by bears. C is for Clara who wasted away. D is for Desmond thrown out of a sleigh. E is for Ernest who choked on a peach. F is for Fanny sucked dry by a leech. G is for George smothered under a rug. H is for Hector done in by a thug. I is for Ida who drowned in a lake. J is for James who took lye by mistake. K is for Kate who was struck with an axe. L is for Leo who swallowed some tacks. M is for Maud who was swept out to sea. N is for Neville who died of ennui. O is for Olive run through with an awl. P is for Prue trampled flat in a brawl. Q is for Quentin who sank in a mire. R is for Rhoda consumed by a fire. S is for Susan who perished of fits. T is for Titus who flew into bits. U is for Una who slipped down a drain. V is for Victor squashed under a train. W is for Winnie embedded in ice. X is for Xerxes devoured by mice. Y is for Yorick whose head was knocked in. Z is for Zillah who drank too much gin.

#quotes #Edward Gorey #The Gashlycrumb Tinies #B is for Basil #bears

[vellatra]

Path of Radiance - Alternate Outcome Fic

I was plumbing the depths of my old, often unfinished, Tellius fanfics (may or may not have to do with the Tellius Big Bang event!), and found this one... enjoy! Or don't. :P ;)

– Almedha –

Crickets were chirping in the distance as I stood in the courtyard, counting the constellations. I thought of my son. Did anyone teach him the constellations? I might never know....

Clink.

I started and looked round. “Who's that?!”

Clinkety-clink-clank. The hedges at the edge of the courtyard rustled and gave way as a dark shape appeared within them. Something jingled as the figure shuffled out onto the flagstones, clutching his stomach with one hand. The breeze picked up. Suddenly I knew a lot about my visitor. He was a man of my country, he hadn't washed in several days, and his whole aura was rank with fear. And I knew exactly who he was.

“How did you get here?” I gasped, coming to meet him. “Are you ill? What's the matter? Say something!”

My brother shivered, and hugged me. I could feel a broken chain hanging off his wrists. He brought his lips to my ear and hissed – a low, trembling whisper.

“I came to... f-find you. You need to escape. It's v-very... bad. You're in d-danger. Unngh!” He convulsed in pain, and gripped his stomach again.

“I can't leave my son here,” I said. “What's wrong with you? Why are you chained?”

“H-have... to go,” he groaned, leaning against me. “Ashnard's... hurting us. K-killing us. He's got me. Y-you have to run... while you can....”

“What are you talking about? ...Rajaion!!” for he had crumpled to the ground and lay there, moaning.

“G-g-go,” he whimpered, writhing a little. “Hurry... May....” The shifting began.

“Rajaion?!” I said again. He growled and reverted.

“Leave me,” he hissed. “I'm l-losing my mind. I might... hurt you....” He groaned and shifted again, clawing at the flagstones in anguish.

“What have they done to you?!”

My brother fixed me with a hard, fierce stare. A low rumble started deep in his chest, then burst out in a roar as he snapped at me. I sprang back, trembling. He reverted and sank to his knees, clutching his head.

“S-sorry,” he whimpered. “You... you have to go. Find Soren. R-run away. Before... they get you....” He writhed and shifted.

“I heard him!” someone shouted, not very far away. “He's in that courtyard!”

“Be careful,” I heard a nasally voice say. “He should be changing by now.”

Rajaion reverted again, panting and shaking.

“I won't leave you,” I said. “We'll get away together.”

“C-can't,” Rajaion whined. He looked up at me, eyes filled with tears. “T-too late... for me. Agghh!” And he shifted again.

“There he is,” called a soldier, entering the far side of the courtyard.

A short, gaunt, greasy man appeared at his elbow. “He's going,” he said. “Catch him! Tie him down before he hurts somebody.” Dozens of soldiers ran toward us. I expected them to overwhelm us immediately, but Rajaion suddenly lashed out. Before I knew what was happening, people were thrown to the ground, winded, wounded, dying, or scrambling away in terror. I knew my brother was strong, but this... this was unnatural.

“Stop him! Stop him!” the greasy man was screaming.

“Hang on, Rajaion,” I said, vaulting up onto his back. “I'll get you out.” He bucked and writhed, but I held on. He reached up to brush me off, but I shimmied into the niche between his wings – he never could reach back there. “I don't care if you want to be left behind,” I said. “We're going together.” Rajaion spread his wings and took off as the next wave of soldiers came at us. “Okay,” I said, “I know where to go. Just let me guide you....” I leaned forward and he flew into the night.

– Kurthnaga –

“I'm surprised at how well the garden's been doing this summer,” I said, picking a basil leaf and nibbling it. “Gareth has truly outdone himself.”

“He's full of surprises,” said Ena, giving the garden a surveying look. “Did you know he grew special herbs just for the queen, when...” she trailed off, looking at the horizon. I followed her gaze.

There, soaring over the mountains, was the unmistakable form of a dragon.

“You don't suppose it's-”

“Rajaion!” Ena gasped. She immediately ran her hands through her hair. “Do I look alright?” she said, turning to me.

“To him, you always do,” I said, grinning. “Come on, let's go to meet him.” We hurried out to the front lawn, and down the path toward the woods beyond, where Rajaion seemed to be landing.

“Why's he coming down there?” said Ena. “It's so much harder to land in the trees.”

“You know him,” I said as we hit the tree line. “Sometimes he likes a dramatic entrance.” Ena laughed.

“St-stay back!” said a shrill voice from deeper in. We both froze.

“That's...” said Ena.

“...Almedha?” I called.

“Is that Kurth?”

“Yeah,” I said. Ena and I rounded a thicket and came into a clearing. My brother, in dragon form, was crouched on the forest floor, breathing hard.

“Rajaion!”

“You're safe!” I said, hurrying toward him.

“Don't come any closer!”

We skidded to a halt. Looking up, we saw Almedha perched between his wings. Her hair was coming undone and her eyes were shadowy. There was a bundled cloak clutched tightly to her chest.

“Stay clear,” she said as my brother gave a throaty growl. “He's not safe.”

“What do you mean?” said Ena, nervously looking first at Rajaion, then at Almedha, then back again.

Almedha slowly swung her legs over to one side, then slid to the ground, still holding the bundle. She leaned wearily against Rajaion. “He's... mad,” she said, barely above a whisper.

“What! Mad?” Ena yelped. She stepped closer to her mate, who snarled menacingly.

“Steady,” said Almedha, putting her hand on Rajaion's snout. He kept growling. “Be careful, Ena,” she murmured. “I can't keep him... from hurting you.”

“Hurting me?”

“He's already... killed people,” Almedha whispered.

“What!?” I said, but she couldn't go on. She slid down and collapsed underneath Rajaion. He hunkered over her and eyed us warily, a deep rumble still going in his chest.

But Ena had had enough. “Rajaion! Don't you know me?” she cried, edging closer still.

Rajaion reverted, still snarling. Almedha was right, he was mad – I could see it in his eyes. But Ena was heedless. She sank to her knees beside her husband and embraced him. He stiffened... and stopped growling.

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

Father closed his eyes, letting it all sink in. “So... the king is dead, then.”

Almedha sighed. “Yes. I just wanted to run, but when he tried to stop me...” she shuddered.

“It seems he was meddling with powers too strong for him,” he said quietly. “You think Rajaion wasn't the only one?”

“Well, when he tried to warn me, he said something about Ashnard hurting and killing us. I don't know if he was already... being strange at that point?”

“I doubt it, from what you've told me,” he said, pressing his forehead with his fingers. He did this a lot when he was thinking. “It's likely that other laguz were captured.”

“Well then, shouldn't we send a warning to the other tribes?” I said. “I'm sure they'd be interested in reclaiming their people, too.”

“Perhaps, but it would be dangerous for them,” said my father, finally opening his eyes again. “Even with Ashnard defeated, Daein is still full of his underlings. That, and without a cure, anyone rescued is a disaster waiting to happen.”

“...Was I wrong?” said Almedha. “To bring him back?”

“No,” he said. “Between you and Ena, he seems to be relatively docile. Only we must be careful. If he's riled up, there could be trouble. From what you've said, even I might not be able to hold him down.” He paused as a strange noise came out of Almedha's bundle, which she was still holding. “What is that?”

Almedha blushed and looked down at it. “This... is my son, Soren,” she said, pulling the cloak down a little. A thin little face framed in black hair looked out at us.

Father sat in stunned silence. “...Your son.” He held out his arms. “May I?” Almedha gently surrendered the boy. Father looked him over, and noticed one rounded ear. “...You were with a beorc,” he said softly. He looked up at Almedha, who was avoiding his gaze. “Then you cannot shift anymore?”

“How did you know?” she said, glancing up in surprise.

It was Father's turn to look away. “That was Lehran's curse, also.”

There was a moment's silence.

“How hard would it be to go back for his father?” I finally asked.

“His father is dead,” said Almedha. “But... I already told you that.”

We both tensed. “No,” I whispered. “Not... him?”

Almedha hung her head. “Yes.”

Father rose up... and embraced her.

#almedha #rajaion #kurth #kurth shirt #kurthnaga #dheginsea #ena #ashnard #soren #izuka #fire emblem #fe9 #tellius #fanfic #path of radiance #hishe #au #laguz #goldoa #dragons

[2am-cursed-fanfic]

Quack, Quack, Can Break Your Back

A TNT duo fanfic, a goose soulmate au, mafia au, everyone is dead except them au, SMUT. For basille: Happy Late Birthday 

Being paranoid was always his strong suit, maybe that’s why he survived so long in the mafia.

He loved his friends there, more like brothers at this point, the PG2020 was a good place to be when you had family with you.

Not that any of that mattered now,

The violence they rage at the SW2020 mafia, it started with a little misunderstanding. Just some land blocks 5 and 6 on seventh Street. Maybe there could’ve been a better way, a peaceful way, but when you are raised with guns and blood you believe them to be your friends.

No, Wilbur sees they truly were his only enemy.

He stood knowing that his family in the mafia was dead, it’s been two weeks, the cops look for anyone who is involved, but hiding in the shadows saved his very skin.

The funny part about it was, the place that was saving him was the abandoned building on the sixth block of seventh Street.

The sky is gray, it was all the Wilbur could think of all the other darkness that swirled in his mind for a moment felt calm. He didn’t want them to die in vain, but revenge was for someone who felt like going on for years.

A year was the longest time he could think of living before he lost himself to his own madness.

Then he heard it tapping at the window,

He looked out and saw no one, perhaps his paranoid mind had already lost.

But then again, it tapped once more.

He still saw nothing.

But every time he looked away the tapping began all over again, and again, and again, until finally-

He swung open the window

“OKAY WHO IS EVER OUT THERE THIS BETTER BE A THREAT BECAUSE I WILL COME TO CUT OUT YOUR TONGUE WHEN I FIND YOU”

Than

“Quack”

The fuck was that- Wilbur thought, but before he could finish his thought, IT flew in.

“Quack, Quack”

It was a fucking hell-

“You're just a goose, and I threaten that I would- I would-“ and for the first time in two weeks he was laughing.

He laughed and giggled. He must of sounded like a madman to the streets below but he didn’t care because something he couldn’t really explain was happening.

“I can’t- even-“ he laughed more,

The goose stood still understand his roars of laughter were over.

“We’ll I guess I have a pet goose now,”

He watched the goose ruffle it’s feathers,

“Now what should I call you-“ he said reaching for its head, but than

“OW BLOODY HELL!!”

It bite him,

“OUCH, OW, THE FUCK,”

At this point the goose looked downright furious, and to be completely honest Wilbur was downright terrified.

He started sprinting for the door, unlocking all 3 of his protective locks and an angry goose chased after him.

But the goose didn’t stop it’s hunt,

It chased him out the door, to the stairs, than down to the 3rd floor, and the 2nd, and also the 1st, all the way until he was out of the building entirely, running out of breath to the alley between the buildings.

And for the unluck of god, Wilbur found himself cornered,

By a goose,

In a alleyway,

Fearing for his life,

His family was laughing from beyond the grave and he could hear them.

And than,

“OW, THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME YOU DAMN BIRD-“

Another man with black hair, red glasses, and a cigarette burning at his lips, and in Wilbur’s opinion with pretty brown eyes at a glance, was also getting chased by another goose, to the same alley way, what are the chances.

“I SWEAR TO GOD I AM NOT ABOVE SHOOTING A BIRD, YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I HAVE KILLED YOU LITTLE BI-“ And this other goose bite him, right on the nose.

The man stumbled back, not seeing Wilbur behind him also in the alleyway.

Wilbur, wanting to help a stranger in similar conditions, reached out to catch him.

And that was it, it felt like a sparkler was lit on the bottom of his tail bone straight to the top of his spine, like the world had freezed and heated both at the same time, he felt…hopeful for the first time in years.

Oh,

He knew what this meant, and judging by the way the stranger stiffed the same way he did, he was guessing he knew too.

They were soulmates.

Destined to love each other no matter what, to hold each other in the other’s arms sweeter than any embrace, to never let go like the fated Romeo and Juliet.

… and perhaps something that Wilbur needed the most at that moment, a companion.

Someone to keep his mind away from nightmares and kept his bed warm lying next to him, someone to love him through his worries and keep him safe, and Wilbur would return the favor he knew, ten times if they needed.

He loved them.

Who ever he was holding in his arms,

He knew that as simply as the sky is opposite of the earth.

He was going to love them until the day he died.

“Um..” the man in his arms mumbled,

“Oh, uh, sorry,” he tumbled, letting go of the man-his soulmate, and letting go of that contact felt like a torturous thing to do.

The other man straighten himself, and turned around without warning, with still a bleeding nose.

And brown eyes meant brown eyes,

And they realized the horror that they’ve seen each other before.

He was Quackity, part of his family’s warring mafia of SW2020.

A month ago they could have murdered each other.

A heat of anger rushed over him, the universe put him with his sworn enemy that helped kill his family…

But at the same time he had probably helped kill his…

The anger rushed away as quickly as it arrived, but the heat of the anger stayed, morphing into something else.

Quackity was part of the SW2020 mafia.

Wilbur was part of the PG2020 mafia.

But that didn’t matter now, because they were soulmates, destined to choose each other despite all obstacles, and because there was no one else left that they loved.

The war of the mafias is over, they both decided in that second.

“I’m sorry, I wanted to give you the world well I had it, my soulmate” Quackity says dropping to his knees,

There was a Silence,

“I’m afraid a I’m a simple man,” Wilbur says dropping to his soulmates level

“I don’t need the world,” he touches Quackity’s face gently like it was the most precious thing in the world,

“Maybe I just want someone to love me, is that too much to ask,” he says with a daring look the other in the eyes.

And all hell breaks looses, the moment they look into each other’s eyes, they can’t stop themselves if they tried.

Their lips meet, heated, they waste no time letting the other explore their mouths, getting tangled and untangled so quickly it could feed the fire raging in their souls.

And yet it wasn’t enough, nowhere near enough.

Quackity wasted no time after realizing this he pushed his soulmate to his building door, not stopping the kissing, as if he would ever want the other to stop anyways.

In the building his room was close but they both had been trying to combine so tightly waving fingers in hair and pulling the other towards them like they needed them to breathe.

Quackity’s broken nose was starting to turn their kiss metallic, but Wilbur couldn’t care for the life of him, all he knew was he didn’t want it to stop.

In Quackity’s humble room, a mattress and a lamp, they fall onto the bed naturally, Wilbur hitting his back against the mattress was a moment he would never forget.

Before he knew it he had his shirt off, so did Quackity, it was just too goddamn hot to have it on. Then the kisses stopped, Wilbur almost whined at the sudden lack of contact.

“Do you want more, my lovely?”

Quackity asked as he played with the button of Wilbur’s pants, smiling at the rise in the fabric that was holding up.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Wilbur begged, too desperately for Quackity’s contact to be proud.

“Okay than let’s make this the best thing you have ever felt,”

And with that Quackity tore off his pants, and then his underwear.

Leaving him bare to his soulmate, and damn, he didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world at that moment.

“Now turn over,” Quackity asked and Wilbur did graciously panting.

Then Quackity let his dick go inside Wilbur and Wilbur screamed, but it wasn’t near the end, Quackity started moving, and Wilbur couldn’t stop himself; he moaned so loud he didn’t care if the cops found them right now.

The best part was the more he moaned the more his soulmate was trying to pleasure him more, and more, and more, until

“AAAohah!”

The climax one they could both get off to for years.

They fell side by side, still tangled together.

They breathed, they breathed the same breath, and let the other’s warm feed their hunger.

That was the moment everything ended and everything started.

The war was over.

The SW2020 and PG2020 mafias were over and overtaken by a beautiful inseparable pairing.

They would take the world by storm, they wouldn’t be able to leave their mafia lives behind, but they couldn’t go back to being enemies, no, now they became something stronger together.

And they would be known as the TNT Mafia.

#smut #goose soulmate au #soulmate au #mafia au #everyone else is dead au #dream smp #quackity #wilbur soot #tnt duo #Wilbur x quackity #quackblr #quackbur #quackbur smut #not beta read

[sleepy-baby-witchy1]

war deities - ares

ares: greek god of war, bloodshed, & courage

"not ares, who is a god immortal, not even athene could take the edge of such masses of men and fight a way through them." - homer's illiad.

out of all the gods, ares was the most unpopular on mt. olympus due to his aggressiveness, bad temper, and constant need for conflict. additionally, ares is often featured being humiliated in some sort of way in most of his myths.

while ares is depicted as being a very selfish, bloodthirsty god, he was protective and very loyal to hera.

ares & heracles

cycnus, the son of ares & pelopia, was favored by ares due to his violent nature. he was said to slaughter any unlucky traveler he came across to use their skulls to build a temple dedicated to his father.

heracles was either ordered to kill cycnus by apollo or fought him after being challenged by cycnus himself.

upon his son's death, ares flew into a rage. he fought heracles, nearly winning until athena stepped in to protect heracles. heracles was under athena's protection for quite a while out of fear he would be killed. athena warned ares about his temper, but he refused to hear it. deimos and phobos had to help ares, leading him away from the brutal scene with nothing but a bruised ego, countless injuries, and one less child.

another version of this tale states that cycnus fought heracles with help from ares. the battle ended in a stalemate, as zeus broke up the fight with one of his thunderbolts. later on, ares confronted heracles in a later altercation over in the greek city of pylos. ares, in common theme with a lot of his myths, was gravely wounded and defeated.

the areopagus

alcippe, a daughter of ares and aglaulus, was either assaulted by or nearly assaulted by halirrhothius, a son of poseidon. ares killed halirrhothius to avenge alcippe. poseidon, angered that ares slaughtered his son, took ares and had him tried for halirrhothius' death in athens.

ares was acquitted from the murder charge (slay king). the hill he was tried on, was referred to as areopagus - meaning the hill of ares. athenians tried numerous cases on this hill due to this myth.

sacred plants

paprika, ginseng, basil, mint, hawthorn, ginger, peppers

helm trees, yew trees

buttercups, violets, poppies, cactuses, yarrows, wolfsbane

sacred colors

red

purple

sacred animals

dogs, horses, serpents

ants

barn owls, vultures, woodpeckers, eagle owls

incense

sandalwood

frankincense

dragon's blood

symbols

burning/flaming torch

chariots

armor, helmet

swords, spears

crystals for him

red beryl, tiger's eye, picasso jasper, crocidolite, mugglestone, tektite, crocoite, ruby fushite

tarot cards associated with him

the tower

king of wands

death

the emperor

the lovers

the chariot

epithets of ares

indestructable

valiant, brave

he who bears arms

slayer of men

rejoicing in arms

of the golden helm

he who rallies men

the warlike

beastly

abundant

father of tears

the swift

he who hears

of the horses

the stormer of cities

feasted by women

armed with bronze

spear-brandishing

the mighty

links!

alcippe, history cooperative, greekmythologytours, theoi, mythopedia, theoi shield of heracles, ares and heracles myth 1, cycnus, hellenicgods, cult of ares theoi, ares epithets

#paganblr #witchblr #war gods #deity identification #deity work #greek mythology #greek gods #ares god of war #ares

[victorluvsalice]

-->And so things continued in that vein! Smiler wandered upstairs briefly to talk to Victor, as they were feeling a bit lonely, then flew back downstairs to continue their apothecary work (can't stop until all that basil is used up on Red Hot Tablets!). Alice kept working on the mural until thirst compelled her to get a drink of water -- she enjoyed that by the fountain, then went to scrub up her glass in the bathroom at the same time Victor was scrubbing up some more spoiled food out of the fridge. XD The couple that washes dishes together, stays together? Anyway, she had a jar of eggplant compote (an entire jar, as you can see -- bit of a glitchy session, this one! XD) to soothe her hungry tummy, then went right back to painting and spraying the side of the building. Victor, for his part, took a moment to Copypasto some more Tummy Therapy and Deodorizing Cream to fill out the Herbalism Shelf (I'd love to have put more NEW products there, but as previously noted, I just don't have the ingredients for Smiler to make them!), then hopped right back on flower arranging. By the time they were done, it was super late (hell, I think it was after midnight), and none of them had the greatest needs...

But oh, look at that store! Look at those lovely full shelves! :D The push was worth it -- finally, FINALLY, the store is ready to open! AND Smiler and Victor both got some new skills -- Victor, unsurprisingly, is now up to Flower Arranging level 5, while Smiler has gotten to Apothecary level 4, and now can make an even bigger selection of tablets and gummies! Including Rose Perfume tablets, which, another great way to use up all those flowers they have around...

-->But for now, it was time to send them home -- to find that it had snowed while they were away! Just in time for Winterfest! Alice, being very hungry and needing the bathroom, promptly transformed into her beast form and ran off for a pee and a hunt, while Victor offered up his wrist to the thirsty Smiler, who gladly took a sip of their favorite plasma. Alice returned from her hunt with a steak as Victor stumbled off to bed and Smiler went to check on SimsTube trends, and then (after an adorable moment with Shadow), headed off to bed herself. And so the episode ends with everyone settling in after a day well-spent -- including the fish! :D Yup, for once you can see the whole gang swimming around in there! Just glad Chewy, Punchy, Overthe, and Jangles all seem to be getting along. :)

So yeah -- store is FINALLY good for opening! However, I think we can agree that the trio has earned something of a break. So, next time, the focus is on relaxation, as the gang celebrates another Winterfest! How does it go? You'll have to wait and see...

#sims 4 #the lazy save #victor van dort #alice liddell #smiler always #just a lot of getting everyone to make all the things #or paint all the things in Alice's case #but it was worth! #though thinking about it I may have forgotten to set out the final couple of bottles of Red Hot Tablets #that's okay I can do it when I go back to the store #have to make sure everything has a price on it anyway! #but yes hooray the store shelves are FINALLY FULL #now we just have to find a way to do this a little more efficiently in future #because DAMN that took a while #admittedly I didn't go every day but still #and yes snow right in time for Winterfest! #...which in real life is right before Halloween update-wise #game why do you do this to me XD #queued

[mrstrinity1132]

The Sun Sings.

Sometimes, Sunny would plug his headphones in, choose a song and sing to himself. He makes sure people aren't around to hear beacuse...well...it's embarrassing for him.

But, that doesn't mean he hasn't been caught.

If Kel catches Sunny, he'll start dancing like a crackhead at the club! He does not know how to act!

If Hero catches Sunny, he'll sing with him. If Kel happens to be there too, he will along, louder than everyone else.

If Basil catches Sunny, he'll start vibing with him, swinging his head to the beat.

Everyone would get turnt up to the song that was playing. It was so fun.

But you know who hasn't caught Sunny singing yet, though?

Aubrey.

So, one day, Aubrey went to go hang out with Sunny and she heard someone singing. It was sweet and low and it sounded...beautiful. She went to go find the source of the music.

The singing got louder as she got closer. The moment she turned the corner, she found Sunny, earphones on, standing with his back turned, holding his phone in his hand, and stepping to the beat of the singing.

When Aubrey found out that it was Sunny who was singing like that, she stood and stared at him, as if he just sprouted angel wings and flew away. She couldn't believe it. Was she dreaming?!? It was so beautiful! There was no way! It was music to her ears.

Sunny hears faint stepping in the background. "It's probably Basil," He thought. Sunny turns around and sees Aubrey's torso.

He immediately stopped singing and quickly took his headphones off. Scared he was, Sunny nearly threw his phone over his head. After composing himself for a bit, he looked at Aubrey, who was staring with her mouth wide open.

"A-Aubrey! I-I didn't know you were here!" Sunny said blushing. "How...How have you been?"

It took a few seconds for Aubrey to respond. She was still in shock.

"Sunny..." she started "You can sing..."

It was quiet for a while.

"Sing...Sing for me more, Sunny..." Aubrey's voice was quiet when she said that.

Sunny was absolutely going wild in his head. "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-?!? She wants me to sing for her more? Did. She. Just. Ask. Me. To. Sing? OhmyGodOhmyGodOhMyGodOhmyGod. She DID! But my singing is trash...why does she want to hear me more?"

"O-Okay..." Sunny finally said.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

Basil, Hero, and Kel come around the corner and found Aubrey and Sunny.

"Uh Oh!" Kel screamed. "Sunny's singing again! Turn up Sunny!"

Kel starts to sing along with Sunny, only to get slapped in the face by Aubrey. "Ow! Why did you slap me?!?" Kel held where she slapped him at.

"STFU, KEL!" Aubrey yelled. "I'm trying to listen to music!" Hero and Basil laughed while Sunny's face turned red.

#omori #sunburn omori #omori aubrey #omori sunny #omori headcanons

[nancypullen]

Sunday Fun Day

I opened my eyes at 6:37 this morning because a certain black and white cat was battering me with questions.  I refused to get out of bed but I did give her some love.  The mister is in charge of cat breakfast, so once his feet hit the floor I’m abandoned by the furry sisters.  I don’t care.  I love being left upstairs alone.

After our morning ritual we puttered around a bit and then Mickey suggested driving over to the Centreville Farmers Market.  Centreville is a very pretty town about 19 miles from us, and it’s the seat of Queen Anne’s County.  Their market is fairly new, but promising. So off we went. It was hot and humid, it rained last night and tried to drizzle off and on all day, but what fun it was!  I came home with a big ol’ elderberry bush, some baked goods (focaccia!) and the cutest bracelets.  There were stalls with fresh flowers, lots of fruits and veggies, some art, breads and sweets, even candy.  I was hoping to see some peaches but didn’t spot any.  Poor Mickey waited patiently in the heat while I talked everyone’s ears off.  He even lugged around my elderberry bush and put it in the car.  Major husband points. He was rewarded with this focaccia.

I purchased one and we each had a little slice with our lunch. Basil, feta, artichoke, garlic...ohmyword, so delicious. My favorite purchase of the day was from a really delightful gal whose banner said Fresca Frankie. She makes accessories from all sorts of recycled goods - soda cans, bottle tops, old costume jewelry, etc.  It was all so fun and funky.

The beads on my bracelets are made from old soda cans.

I’m crazy about them! Bright, cheerful, just plain cute! This was the first photo I snapped to share, but I was horrified to see how chippy my nail polish was. Who am I? A year ago I wouldn’t have been caught dead with nails like that. Now I’m posting photos of my old lady hands with raggedy polish. It’s hard to care anymore. But hey, the bracelets are a hit!

Anywho, we came home and unloaded our goodies, had a bit of lunch, and then went over to the auction house to peruse this week’s goods.  I didn’t see anything I needed, and only a couple of things I’d be interested in grabbing if the price is right - baskets for the pantry, that sort of thing.  I only want them if I can win them for a couple bucks, otherwise it’s not as much fun. After that, Mickey went to his office to prepare some instructional videos he’s making for a photography class, and I sat at my desk and fiddled with polymer clay.  I should have done my PT, but I didn’t.  I traded mental therapy (the clay) for the physical therapy.  It was a win. Fast forward to dinner and I made some black bean/veggie burgers, we watched Jeopardy and felt very smart, then we FaceTimed with the Pullen boys. Tyler flew to Minneapolis and is at Matt’s place. They depart tomorrow for Berlin for a few days, and then on to Prague to end their trip. They’re already having fun, what a pair.  Oh, the tales they’ll have to share when they get home.  They always make me laugh. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be their mom.  Now here we are at almost 9:30, it’s dark outside, and I’m wondering if it’s too early for bed. It’s not, considering the cats will be talking to me before sunrise. So this girl is off to soak in the tub and then crawl into bed. I’m reading a mediocre book, not too excited about it yet, but I’ll plug away in hopes that there’s a plot twist. Goodnight from me to you, wishing you sweet dreams and restful slumber.  Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

[hunty627]

Here is the script of The Missing Valentines.

Once upon a time, the Little Einsteins were celebrating Valentine’s Day. The mail carrier butterfly arrived on board Percy’s mail train. Leo got valentines from Hansel and Gretel. Annie got valentines from Mr Penguin and Little Red Train, Quincy got valentines from Princess Bassoon, Little Mouse and Joey the kangaroo. And Rocket got valentines from the Good Knight and Grandma Rocket. But June was very sad because didn’t get any valentines in the mail. It turned out they got lost in the mail. So they decided to find the lost valentines so June won’t feel so sad. Rocket found out there were four Valentine’s Day mailboxes in four different places around the world. Rio in Brazil, London in England, Moscow in Russia and Beijing in China. First, the team went to Brazil. They walked across the crosswalk after the parade floats passed by. But June got her ankle tangled up in ribbons. So we had to help Leo pull the ribbons off. By the time he did, June’s ankle got a cut on it. So, they put a bandage on it. They checked the mailbox, but it was empty. So they set off to London. The mailbox was in St. James Park. June tried to dance, but because her ankle hurt, she couldn’t. Poor June felt like she was having a bad day. Leo suggested that June should take a nap. So, Rocket turned June’s seat into a bed and they tucked her in with a blanket. They checked the mailbox, but it was empty. So they flew to Russia. On the way, June was crying in her sleep, so Quincy played his flute and Annie sang a lullaby to help June relax. They had to play and sing softer and softer. Diminuendo. They soon arrived at Moscow. The mailbox was somewhere near Saint Basil’s Cathedral. But then, the wind began to howl and snowflake began to fall at a tremendous speed. It was a snowstorm! Rocket quickly took cover just in time. By the time the wind died down, there was no sight of the valentine mailbox. It was buried in the snow. So Rocket used his super scoop to dig the snow away. He had to find the color pink. He dug and dug and dug until he found it. But the mailbox was empty. So they decided to go to their last stop, which was Beijing, China. Leo, Quincy and Annie went back in Rocket. But the cold wind blew, making June shiver a little bit in her sleep. Then, Rocket had to fly super fast before another Russian blizzard comes. So Rocket flew super fast all the way to China. When they arrived, they met up with the Orange Emperor Kite. Leo went to see if June was okay. When she woke up, Leo carried June in his arms all the way to the mailbox. He said he wants her to open it. So June slowly opened the mailbox. And when she did, her eyes widened and her frown turned into a smile! Inside the mailbox was her valentines! June wasn’t sad anymore. She was very happy! And to make her even more happy, all her friends were here to visit her! There was Saturn’s Ring, Little Dragon Kite, Baby Booby Bird, Ducky the duckling, Music Robot, the Color Shapes and the 3 Silly Puppets! Then Annie saw June’s bandage came off. Her ankle was all better. June was so happy, she danced a special Valentine’s Day dance for everyone. Everybody cheered and Leo allowed June to wave his baton. And that made June the happiest girl of all. Happy Valentine’s Day from the Little Einsteins! Leo even let June hold his baton and she happily said “Mission Completion!” The end.

#little einsteins #my stories

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Zephyrus (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Lord of the West Wind by the people of Olympius

Z and Zeph by Iris, his brothers, and the others in the pantheon

Age- 18 (immortal)

Location- Hearthwood neighborhood, New Olympus

Personality- He's mostly a bright, cheerful & all around friendly guy. He does have a tendency to be insecure and jealous at times, especially when it comes to romantic relationships. He's bisexual & is currently in an open relationship with his longtime girlfriend.

Being the god of spring (and the west wind), he has many abilities. He has the ability to fly due to his large light green wings. He also has photokinesis, super speed, he can generate strong wind currents (aerokinesis), & has the ability of chlorokinesis (though not to the extent of Demeter). He can also shapeshift into a pegasus as well as communicate with them.

He's the second oldest of his brothers (a set of fraternal quadruplets). He has an average relationship with all of them in general & they all try to get together often- mainly the three of them. He's not close with his oldest brother, Boreas (god of the north wind). Z's relationship with his mother Eváeros (goddess of air & the zodiacs) is a bit strained, especially because of what's going on with Bo. He can't even remember the last time he & his mom went cloud surfing. Z still sends her flowers every week.

Zeph's main address is in the Hearthwood neighborhood of New Olympus. He lives in a large cottage estate (which he built himself) which has an evergreen backyard & an equally beautiful garden that seemingly goes on forever. He has several pets (with all of them having flower themed names). There's five guinea pigs named Dandelion, Lily, Tulip, Rose, & Orchid, two bunnies named Petunia and Clover, & three golden retrievers named Azealia, Magnolia (Maggie), and Susan (named after the flower "black eyed susan").

When he wants to get away, he'll sometimes stay over Notus' beach house or Eurus' cabin. Zeph hasn't stayed over Iris' condo in a long time.

His go-to drink is a cold brewed fruit infusion iced tea (oranges, strawberry, & thyme). He also enjoys the gin & basil cocktail and the jasmine honey milk bubble tea. His usual from The Roasted Bean is an olympian sized iced green tea.

A favorite snack of his that he loves making are apple fries. He even makes his own homemade caramel dipping sauce. He also likes the strawberry & apple custard tart from Aphrodite's patisserie.

His favorite sweet treats include fruit salad (drizzled in honey) and mint matcha ice cream!

For work and extra income, Zeph has a few businesses including a chain of flower shops (Zeph's Fresh Picks), a line of frozen fruit bar treats (Flavor Isles), & he has a company which manufactures gardening tools and products. Despite his tricky relationship with Apollo, he models for his Bow + Arrow fashion brand and Platinum Alchemy.

Zeph is currently unhappy in his relationship with his girlfriend Iris (goddess of the rainbow). He feels as though their relationship should be put out of its misery, but he always falters towards actually ending it. They've been together for a couple hundred years. Zeph does remember fondly how they first met. How effortless it was. They met at the palace during a brunch celebrating an accomplishment of Hera's. They struck up a conversation & hit it off. Afterwards, they flew through a rich green meadow before getting caught up in a late evening rainstorm. They didn't mind the gentle rain and stopped to rest at a nearby quarry. Zeph took in how the droplets looked like glittering diamonds on her skin and how her wet curly multi-colored hair clung between her cleavage. When he first kissed her, he loved the taste of her bubblegum flavored lip gloss. The rainstorm had long since ended, but the both of them were lost to the kiss. He can't quite pinpoint the moment when things started to go downhill for them, but Iris' neuroses towards the situation with her sister Arke has always been a point of contention.

Before Iris, he had been in a few relationships with other guys & girls, so Zeph wasn't that shocked when she proposed that they try being in an open relationship. He's been in sexual & romantic relationships with Ganymede, Aphrodite, a few of The Muses, and a hilariously unsuccessful threesome involving himself, Iris, & Apollo. Zeph even gave Aether his first kiss.

In the pantheon he's also good friends with Aeolus (god of wind), Méli (goddess of bees & honey), Hermes, Dionysus (god of wine), Tyche (goddess of luck), Aoide (goddess of voice & song), Chrysos (god of gold & riches), Mania (goddess of insanity), Pothos (god of longing & yearning), Thallo (goddess of spring & new growth), Eos (Titaness of dawn), Hemera (goddess of the day), The Graces, The Muses, Pannychis (Chi) (goddess of nightlife festivities), and Peitho (goddess of persuasion & sensuality). Zephyrus was mentored by Livádi (goddess of meadows).

An "accomplishment" for him was when he posed nude for the cover of Ganymede's LGBTQ+ magazine, The Rainbow Room. He has a framed copy in his house.

He also likes to clean & work out in the nude, hence having his own personal gym.

His favorite dish is a tomato pasta salad. He also is a big fan of sesame ginger egg rolls (with sweet chili dipping sauce) and spicy tuna sushi rolls.

In his free time, Zeph enjoys bird watching, gardening, surfing at the beach, horseback riding, cloud surfing, riding his bike, drawing, going for walks at the park, swimming, and sunbathing.

"Just like flowers, people can turn over a new leaf."

#my oc #my oc character #my character #oc character #zephyrus #oc intro #character intro #oc introduction #character introduction #modern greek gods #modern greek mythology #greek myth retellings #greek gods #greek mythology #greek pantheon

[lucidityisabsent]

Greetings From the Front Lizard Dweller Shadow Lover,

Let me begin by voicing my concerns for your and yours continued safety and welfare. The last communiqué that was delivered from out here related how this continued evolving darkness is starting to overtake just about all no matter what your history to this exact point in time, you will be affected. What with those back country lizard bastards who have now teamed up with those angry hell bent dogs from their past constantly creeping in and taking everything they can get their filthy greasy scaly humps and lumps they call claws and paws on. Planting those damn pounders in our heads and smirking to the sun, like those little pill popping crazed half-wit twinge loving blasts from the nether land know how to even blacken that to smithereens and wreak the havoc that is going to permanently attach itself to everything you think, say, do or hold dear in your life from this moment on. Reminds me of the time I had a parrot. Not one of those multicolored huge squawkers, but a parrot nonetheless. It was two-toned green with a brilliant red head. I loved having that parrot and religiously gently cared for it for years. I treated it as if it was a little part of my past I carried around with me to identify with and hold on to.  As luck would slap me around a little I was outside cleaning the cage when two of those back country lizard demons approached us and started cackling and throwing parrot slurs around pretty loosely, calling me a weasel lover, rattling both me and my parrot. In the confusion of me trying to shoo away those little smirking life rippers, my parrot escaped from the cage to a tree a few feet away just as those two squealing spots of dark poofed into nothing, nada. At first I just stood there, staring at my parrot and it returned my gaze. I looked back at the open cage, looked back at my parrot; it let out a growling shriek and took flight. I watched as it flew upwards, turned and squawked, “Thanks for everything!” and disappeared. I turned, looked at the open cage, looked back to the empty sky and immediately shrank 2 inches right there as all that beach sand just unceremoniously drained from my being. Just that 2 inches reduction and I saw everything differently, achingly tilted from that point on.

  Geez, I wonder what all of this will eventually accomplish, destroy or whatever the justification for how all this will turn out which you can believe is not what was set out to achieve. Somehow, somewhere, logic took a cruise and in typical cruise fashion left any and all worries behind which left us here to fight off these horrible demons that persistently batter what little confidence and minuscule will that still resides, maybe, within.

  On a lighter note, that was not part of that last communiqué, the bells have been getting louder and sweeter, which is a welcome melody that tends to drown out all the cackling, pounding and escaping sand that reverberates endlessly at the Front at any given moment. Oh geez, what the hell is that barreling rapidly in this direction? Well  I better go seek shelter and justification. Bells! Bells! Squawk! It is solitary in this DARK? Say hello to JezzBo  and Zippy’s sister Zooey,

       See more glass?                                  

                        Basil Fassad

                       FIFTH in COMMAND

[histrionicbloomky]

I've been wanting to do this for such a long time. I'm gonna finally rewrite the winx club cartoons as a novel of sorts. The chapters will be extremely long. There will be a lot of detail. And I will try to fill in the plot holes while still trying to keep the fairy magic element of the story. Winx club was my entire childhood and I was majorly disappointed by Fate, it was a good show just not what I imagined it would be like. Either way, behold my writing below. I would say it's crappy writing, but I hate self depreciation, ergo below you will find utter genius.

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It was the week before the Alfea School for Fairies was reopening, and Princess Stella Galahad of Solaria was to be taken to Magix by royal air force which usually meant five or more golden yellow ships flying one after the other. Trust me, it was quite the sight to see. But of course, she being the rebellious teen she was, decided to use her sceptre instead.

Boy, the fit her dad would have when he realised that his daughter had tricked an entire royal task unit but by then she would be 3 interdimensional galaxies away, or was it 4.

Stella did not have much time to think about the question because she heard footsteps nearing.

Without a second thought she recited a small chant and the usual white light encompassed her. Five minutes were spent in stasis and suddenly everything unfroze. Stella found herself in a hedge of bushes, the leaves rustling as she stood up. Dusting any remaining plant parts off her dress she looked around taking in her surroundings.

Her eyes brightened in knowing, she turned to face a big red sign and deduced that she was in a park on Earth. She shook her head to knock off the dizziness, light travel was truly tiring.

All of a sudden, she felt a tug on her sceptre, as the silver item flew out of her hand, she found herself back in the bushes. In front of her, were murky brown creatures with pincers for legs and commanding them was a yellow skinned ogre. The ogre was wearing a cedar brown dungaree and had his eyes narrowed at a spot a few feet in front of her where her sceptre lay.

“Ghouls attack” the ogre said, lifting his hand to point towards Stella, when she finally got back up on her feet, she saw about five ghouls coming towards her. Stella got a feeling that maybe taking royal transport wouldn’t have been such a bad thing.

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Lying on the East coast of the USA, Gardenia was a quaint little town. It had the feel and charm of a small town, while being big enough to have amenities like McDonalds and Starbucks, at the local mall. The place surely lived up to its name, with each roadside lined with shrubs and bushes, nosegays of flowers were a common occurrence and the central park was no less than a natural reserve.

At the mayor’s house, in one of the prettiest parts of town, a redhead girl lay sleeping in her bed. A book was fallen on the floor like it had slipped out of the owner’s hands, the walls were littered with sketches of the city’s skyline, fairies and castles, and a grey furred rabbit let out even puffs of air as he slept on his little purple bed.

The door opened silently as a middle-aged brunette lady walked in. “Bloom,” she said, lightly shaking the redhead. “Mhhm, five more minutes mom.” Bloom muttered, turning around and pulling the covers over her head once again.

The lady picked up the book from the floor and sighed. Fairies: Myth or Reality. She shook her head and placed the book on the bed side stand.

“Wake up sleepy head, the sun has been up for ages.” Vanessa jerked open the curtains, her basil green overalls becoming brighter as a result. She turned around to see her daughter was still sleeping, flaming red hair sprawled messily across the pillow and traces of dried-up drool on the corner of her mouth. Bloom groaned pushing herself deeper into the blanket.

“Oh dear! Look at the time! You’ll be late for school.”

“School!” Bloom shrieked, sitting upright in shock. She rushed out of bed leaving her pillow to droop down the side. Gathering her clothes she dashed into the bathroom, five minutes later she came out still putting on her skirt while simultaneously trying to find her socks.

Halfway through buttoning up her shirt she stopped abruptly as everything finally started to sink in. Her eyebrows set themselves in a furrow and she turned around whining.

“Mom! It’s summer, I don’t have to go to school!” Bloom ripped off her socks and crashed back into bed. “Ah, but you still fell for it didn’t you.” Vanessa said taking a seat on the side of the bed. She gathered the red hair and pulled her daughter up by the shoulders, “It really isn’t my fault you know; you go to boarding school sweetheart you should have put two and two together.” Bloom shrugged off her mother’s hands when she chuckled.

“Why do you always have to be right?” The red head said turning around to face her mom, “Call it a mother’s instinct. Also make sure to visit the flower shop today, the lord knows your aunt can’t manage it on her own.” Bloom hummed in agreement as she switched her uniform out for her regular clothes, bell bottom jeans and a blue crop top. She so needed to go shopping again.

They both ventured down the stairs as the dining room came into view. “There she is! Finally out of bed I see.” Bloom’s father, Mike, said as he flipped the newspaper pages, skimming through the content. When he received a groan in response Mike looked up from the paper towards his daughter. “Ask mom.” She replied as Vanessa sat down besides her husband giving him a peck on the cheek.

“I woke her up that’s all.” The brunette said shrugging her shoulders. Her lips were slightly upturned into a knowing smile. “Yeah, and you ruined a very good dream in the process.” Bloom snorted delving into her cereal as she scrolled through her phone. Mike laughed it off getting back to his paper.

“Hey dad, mom?” Bloom sat up a little straighter and plastered a bright smile onto her face. “Remember how I’m helping out Aunt Penny this week, and how I helped with those campaign posters, and-” She was cut-off by her father clearing his throat, indicating for her to get to the point. “Well, you see.” A sheepish smile overtook her features, “Soriah and Candice are planning a trip to Miami and I-”

“No”

“But dad!” She whined folding her arms, “No Bloom, you are not old enough to go on a trip on your own.” Her father tried to reason.

“But I’m not going to be alone, Candice’s entire family is going to be there and Soriah is having her sister tag along, they said you guys could come too. And I’m going to be a junior next year dad, a few more weeks and I’ll be 16. How is this any different than a school excursion?!” Bloom said standing up, her voice exasperated. She wasn’t a little kid anymore, all of her friends went on trips like this, why couldn’t she?

“Even if you are going to be a junior next year, you’ll always be my little girl, plus you’ve already been to Miami.” Her dad placed a hand on her shoulder. “But it’s not the same. Fine. I’m going to the shop.” Bloom said, walking out grumpily.

“She’s getting older Mike; you can’t always keep her safe.” Vanessa looked at her husband as she helped a house maid clean up the table.

“I know, doesn’t mean I can’t try right?” He said hoping that Vanessa would agree. “Right.” She replied curtly, placing the last plate on the pile and walking out. Mike put his head in his hands and groaned.

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Bloom rode her cycle out of the garage, her rabbit, Kiko, was snuggly placed in the basket nibbling at a flower, the sketchpad next to him bobbed from side to side. She passed the bushes at the crossing and speeded down the slope. On her way to the flower shop she was stopped by one of her classmates.

Bloom had known Mitzi Weber, a black-haired girl with onyx eyes, almost all her life. Ever since kindergarten when they had both tied for first place in the sand castle making competition.

“Hey Bloom!” Mitzi shouted causing the redhead to bring her bicycle to an abrupt halt. Kiko looked up from his flowers and narrowed his eyes at the girl. Bloom parked her bike and walked over to where her friend was standing. “Still riding a bike, I see, my new scooter arrived today. It’s purple.” Mitzi said, flipping her black hair over her shoulder. She had adorned glasses which had lenses that looked like pizza slices, the brown culottes she had on went down to her calves and looked perfect with the green bralette she’d worn.

Bloom looked at a scooter parked perfectly next to the neatly manicured lawn of the Weber’s. “Well, it’s nice, I guess. But I prefer my bike.” Her red hair cascaded down her shoulders as her cyan blue eyes took in the vehicle, albeit she’d been slightly jealous. But she already knew there was no point in asking for one, her parents would never let her ride anything faster than a bicycle.

“So, what are you doing this summer? Greece? Italy? France?” Mitzi said, her voice going a tad bit deeper as if she were spilling a secret.

“Well, I was going to go to Miami with my friends but apparently the lions by the beach are a little too dangerous.” Bloom mounted her bike again grinning at her friend, speaking in the same tone she had. Mitzi threw her head back and let out a chuckle, even if they did hate each other, they had something truly special.

“Bye Mitzi.” The redhead waved; her next destination was her aunt’s shop. When she arrived, she parked her bike in one of the stands and walked inside.

“We’re not open- Oh it’s you, never mind. Could you help me with this?” Her aunt Penelope, Penny for short, was a lady a few years younger than her father. She had the same blonde hair and dark blue eyes that he did, and they shared the same smile.

Bloom rushed over to her aunts side and took a few bags of seeds off the pile. Stumbling a little bit, she managed to take a few steps forward before dropping them down in a corner. “So much for helping.” She muttered to herself as she saw her aunt placing down her sack of seeds as well. Penny stood back up and heaved a sigh, placing her hands on her hip.

“Well, thanks for that sweetheart, but it seems like you’re off the hook today. Shops closed.” The blonde ran a hand through her tangled hair as she walked back to the counter. The entire store was a master piece in itself. Each shelf had a different type of flower neatly placed on it, a few plants were hanging from the ceiling and the cash counter was as neat as it could be.

“Closed, why?” Bloom walked over to where her aunt was standing and picked up a small earthen pot, examining it.

“Well, it’s the start of summer and I thought I’d take a break.” Bloom looked up at her aunt, “Then why’d you tell mom to send me here?”

“I thought you could use a break too, also I wanted to show off my organization skills.” Penny gestured to the shelf behind her and they both laughed. But it was true, the shop ever being anything but messy and all over the place was something that happened once in a blue moon. It was one of the most successful businesses in Gardenia, and the chaos of it was something enjoyable.

Bloom showed herself out as her aunt promised to come over for dinner soon, mounting her bike she went off to the park.

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Plopping down next to a tree, Bloom brought out an apple she had bought from one of the vendors outside.

Along with its beautiful beaches, Gardenia was also known for the sheer greenery you could find in and out of the town. Gardenia Central Park was the go-to place for most teenagers and book clubs. The assortment of colourful birds and flowers and the statues of the historically significant people that had been placed throughout the park, had made it a significant tourist attraction.

Bloom brought out her sketch pad and pulled the pencil from its binding. She bit into her apple and placed it down onto a piece of paper she had laid out. Kiko had run off long ago, somewhere into the grove of trees. The red head scanned the area looking for something to draw, but her eyes caught sight of something else instead.

Kiko was running towards her screeching with wide eyes, Bloom put down her book and gave all her attention to her rabbit.

“What! Kiko, what’s the matter?” Kiko face planted a foot or two in front of her, alarmed Bloom stood up, as did her bunny, he started hopping up and down, pointing in the direction he had come from. Bloom took a few steps forward, Kiko sprinted off back into the trees with his owner blazing hot on his trail.

After a few minutes of running Kiko came to a stop and jumped onto a tree stump. Bloom hid behind a tree, lightly gasping at the sight in front of her. There were explosions, a lot of explosions, most of them were yellow but some of them were a reddish brown. It took a few minutes for her to understand, but Bloom managed to see through the heat of whatever was happening in front of her.

Those weren’t explosions, they were over-sized grasshoppers with crab feet.

Whatever was going on here was totally not normal, or a movie set, but judging by the lack of cameras she had no choice but to go with the first option. Bloom didn’t know what to make off this, suddenly she was left gobsmacked, her jaw dropping almost comically, when she recognized the blonde girl. She started to piece what was happening, the parts of it she could see from behind the tree.

The girl was being attacked by a huge yellow thing, which she could tell was an ogre from the years she had spent reading about mythical creatures, and the odds were not in her favour. There were also those grasshoppers, the ones with feet that looked deadly enough to cut through metal. They seemed to be under the control of the ogre, from what she could see the girl looked helpless.

Bloom mustered up all the courage she could, right from the bottom of her freshly painted toes to the tips of her flaming red hair. She stepped out of her hiding place as her bunny looked on at her, like he was saying goodbye.

“Hey you!” uh oh.

She probably shouldn’t have done that, all the commotion stopped. The blonde girl turned towards her; eyes wide like she’d just been caught sneaking out after curfew. The ogre on the other hand, wasn’t anything but angry. Releasing a guttural growl, he screamed in frustration as he pushed down the dumbstruck blonde in her moment of vulnerability, snatching the sceptre from her hands in the process.

He ran towards Bloom, his ghouls following after him. As for the redhead, she was paralyzed, from the shock and the fear and the sinking feeling of despair. The hope that this had all been yet another one of her daydreams was slowly diminishing as the big yellow creature neared. Kiko squeezed his balled-up form tighter, thinking it would avoid him being spotted.

Before she knew it, the ogre had her in his grasp. His nails dug into her side and Bloom failed to form anything except a silent scream as fear once again over took her. But this time it was different. This time the fear didn’t make her want to run for the hills, or wish that she was safely tucked in her bed at home. This time it felt empowering, that’s when she realised that this wasn’t fear. Then or when she started glowing.

A red flame over took her, her crystal blue eyes reflecting a fire. A strong energy source let out from her core as the ogre was shot back into a tree as a result, drowsiness getting the best of him as he fell down sideways to the ground with a thud. A few seconds later when he came to, he had a feral look in his eyes. Clapping, he vanished, the ghouls materializing with him.

Bloom felt exhausted, the euphoric sensation she was feeling a few minutes ago was now replaced with a hundred layers of tired. Her legs gave way and she lay panting on the ground, after her breath had paced itself once more, she sat up. A shadow came over her as she lifted her head to find the blonde girl staring back at her, curiosity stirring in her hazel eyes.

“Hey Bloom,” The girl said sitting down with a small smile, it was now that the redhead finally got a chance to properly look at her. Golden yellow hair was evenly distributed into two knee long pony tails, she was clad in a yellow crop top and matching skin tight shorts, the tan skin of the blonde was sparkling quite a bit. She had held one hand out towards Bloom, the other held a long, silver rod, except it wasn’t a rod, it was topped off with a circular structure, in the middle of which was a gold gem with a seal imprinted on it. But what was most unusual was the set of wings that seemed to be growing out of her back.

“Hey Stell, wanna explain what just happened?” Bloom said, taking her friends hand. “Yeah, I suppose I have a lot of explaining to do,” Stella started, laughing nervously, “But only if you answer a question, truly and honestly.” Bloom nodded, her eyes narrowing slightly, thinking of what the question could be.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were, like, a fairy?”

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The air smelt of smoke, you could almost feel the negativity in the surrounding areas. There was an eery silence, no sounds could be heard except that of someone moving.

All of a sudden, the room was filled with fog. In the midst of it all were three shadows, girl figures with wild hair. You couldn’t tell much, what with all the smoke and fog around them. All you could truly see were the palms of their hands, which were lightly glowing.

The middle one had a long pony tail and a soft white glow in her hands, the girl to her right had let her hair down and her palms gave off a purple glow, the last girl had frizzy hair, like frizzy hair, and her fingers crackled with blue sparks of lightning.

“Knut!” One of them called, her voice was deep and smooth. The three stood in a circle, fog was laced in between their stance. In the midst of their circle an ogre appeared. The ogre, Knut, had burn marks on his skin from the recent battle.

“Where is the sceptre?” Another shrill voice asked, the air became chilly and the temperature dropped. “I don’t have it, mistresses.” Knut responded; his eyes nervously scanned the ground. “And why do you not have the sceptre?” There was a clap of lightning as the last girl spoke, her tone was somewhat more comforting. Knut swallowed heavily not removing his gaze from the ground.

“Knut you useless ogre.” The shrill voice erupted, her patience breaking.

“Why didn’t we just hire his cousin again?” the ground gave off a sizzling voice as sparks were seen near her feet. “Because someone decided to have a heart.” the shrill voice replied, her shadow could be seen turning to her right “Well excuse me for trying to make a good decision” The speaker tilted her head, long flowing hair moving along with it.

“Ex-Excuse me, mistresses?” Knut asked.

“What!”

“I’m so sorry”

“Sorry, your sor-”,

“Icy, don’t. Knut, why do you not have the sceptre?” the lightning near her feet increased as patience began to wear. “Kind hearted freak”, the shrill voice, Icy, muttered.

“Well, mistress, I had the sceptre with me and I was about to leave but then this Earth girl appeared. And she had power, lots of it. She blasted my ghouls and me back in seconds. She’s smart too, she got me close to her and then used the closeness to amplify the effect.”

“Earth girl.”, disgust was laced in her voice, the room suddenly felt darker. “Power, you said she had power. She could be useful to us.” The shrill voice pondered. “What did she look like Knut?” The deep voice asked as the purple glow in her hands magnified.

“Well, uh, see, she was, uh, a girl?”

“Knut!”

“Stupid ogre wear your glasses!” The fog thickened, the air was much colder than before, small flakes of snow could be seen if you squinted your eyes hard enough.

“Y-yes mistress. But I have her scent on some of my ghouls. To us it means nothing, but to a hunting troll. I know one in the back lands; he’s got nothing to lose.”

“Fine, go. And this time, make sure you come back with the sceptre.” The shrill voice ordered, the fog retreated and so did the girls.

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There was an uncomfortable silence in the room. Bloom was sipping on her water while Stella scarfed down some cookies.

“Sorry, I’m kind of drained.” The blonde sheepishly admitted, she wiped of the crumbs from her face with a napkin. Stella was out of her fairy attire now; the wings had seemed to vanish in to thin air and her sparkling clothing changed into a yellow sundress. There was silver tiara with a sole yellow gem in the middle placed on her head. The sceptre in her hands had seamlessly turned into a ring, now fitted onto her finger.

“Yeah,” Bloom looked up at her friend for a minute before averting her gaze to the floor once more. She too had changed into something different, a blue sweater and white jeans. Bloom was confused to say the least, she had known Stella since they met each other when they were five. She knew that the blonde lived in Europe so she hardly visited. She knew that Stella was a year older to her, she knew shopping was her favourite pass time, she knew she wasn’t close to her parents, she knew almost all her likes and dislikes.

Then how had she not known this, or maybe she didn’t know anything about her friend. Even if it was hard to admit sometimes, Bloom knew that Stella was the only true friend she had, even if they saw each other less than ten times a year. They had a special connection, not the bickering kind, like she had with Mitzi. But the sisterly kind, where they could sense each other’s feelings, it was like a sixth sense. Calling when they felt that the other one was down, or completing each other’s sentences.

“Hey Bloom,” The redhead broke out of her thoughts and looked up at her friend. “I think I should start explaining now.” Stella sat cross legged on the bed and placed her now empty tray of cookies on the bed side table. Bloom nodded, indicating that she was ready to listen.

“I’ll start with the basics and just humour me for now, okay?” Stella adjusted herself, pulling a pillow on to her lap. “I’m a fairy, I do magic. The world you see is a fraction of a fraction of what actually exists. I’m from Solaria, it’s a major planet so about a few million times the size of earth, but we’ll get to the interdimensional geography later.” She saw Blooms eyes widen, noticing that she was about to say something, Stella continued.

“Humour me, remember. Anyways, the schooling system is a little different where I’m from, in about a week I’m going to start high school. Well restart, I kind of failed a year. So, I was supposed to take the royal spacecraft that my dad had ordered for, but I thought it was smart to make my grand entrance on my own.” Nervously giggling she went on, “I heard someone following me and in the panic of it all I ended up teleporting myself here, on Earth, because that was the last place I’d used my sceptre to travel to. But when I arrived, I noticed those hideous creatures had followed me. I would have been dead meat had you not arrived.”

Stella finished her explanation, she only briefly talked about what had happened, she didn’t want Bloom to freak, not if she was somehow going to convince her to join Alfea.

Bloom stared at the wall in front of her, her left eye was on the verge of twitching and her mouth was wide open. “Bloom?” Stella placed a hand on her shoulder bringing the redhead out of her initial shock.

“Stella you cannot possibly be serious.” Bloom turned around to look at her friend, “Bloom you were there, you saw it happen.”

“I know and I believe you, I just thought I’d be crazy if I didn’t say that at least once.” She shrugged her shoulders, much calmer than before. Stella laughed at the frankness and ease of how her friend took the new found information. “Now if you could get to the part where I start to glow.”

“Oh yeah, that. I’ve tried to make sense of it, but it’s all too confusing. How your powers remained hidden for so long, that’s more of something a professional would look into. But I’m pretty sure you are a fairy, that was a sick energy blast by the way.” Stella took the pillow off her lap and stood up, walking over to the desk. There was a piece of paper with a drawing of a girl, that resembled her quite a bit, and an incomplete picture of the ogre she’d been fighting.

“I haven’t seen this one before, you did this today?”

“Yeah, when you were sleeping. I just wanted to; I don’t know; I’ll throw it away it’s not that good anyways.” Bloom stalked over to where Stella was standing and looked at the picture. “What! No, I like it. Still amazes me how you’re so good at this.” Both the girls laughed together, the tenseness between them long forgotten. They joked and talked about the absurdity of the situation for about an hour before the inevitable came up.

“So, how are you going to, like, tell your parents.” Once Stella had asked the question the laughter ceased. Bloom chewed on the inside of her cheeks as she stared at the wall. Stella rested her chin in her palms as she cleared her throat. “Well?”

“Okay” The redhead sighed, getting off her bed. “Let’s rip this bandage off.”

Bloom walked out of the room and begrudgingly went down the stairs. She had was pacing down slower than a snail when Stella shoved her in the shoulders, resulting in Bloom stumbling down a few steps before she latched onto the railing, stopping herself from plummeting to the bottom. Bloom glared at Stella, while the latter sheepishly smiled ignoring her friend’s evil eye.

They both checked the office and formal dining area before finding the parents talking in the kitchen:

“I’m just saying, since it has nut in it, we should pronounce it Nutella.”

“No, Mike. It’s pronounced Nutella. Not Nutella. It’s been confirmed.”

“But Vanessa-”

“It doesn’t matter what you think. There is a right way to do everything and the right way to pronounce Nutella is Newt-Ell-A. It’s on the website.”

The argument stopped when both the adults heard the clearing of a throat. They turned around to find their daughter and her blonde friend, leaning on the doorway.

“So…this is what you do when I’m at school?” Bloom said, cheekily raising an eyebrow at her parents, both of whom laughed it off. They focused their attention on Stella, rather on her unannounced visit. Stella raised her hand and awkwardly waved at them, which seemed to get Mike and Vanessa out of their trance.

“Oh, I’m sorry dear. Come, sit down Stella. Do you want anything to eat?” Vanessa fussed, her hands frantically waving in the air. Mike placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a knowing look which seemed to make the brunette calm down. Vanessa nervously laughed as she went back to placing the groceries in the cabinets.

“No, thank you I’m full.” Stella walked over with Bloom and they both went to sit down on one of the empty barstools. “Now, I don’t mean to be rude and we absolutely love spending time with you Stella, but what are you doing here?” Mike said, earning him a smack upside the head from his wife, whom he just glowered back at. Redirecting his attention once again to the hazel eyed blonde, he smiled sweetly, urging her to answer the question.

“Well, you see. Uh, well, it’s complicated.” Stella said, unsure of how to put it in words. Vanessa was now done with her work and walked over to the island, her look mirroring the confused one her husband sported. “Bloom,” Stella’s voice was now high pitched, her forced smile making her cheeks hurt.

“Me! I thought you were going to tell them.” Bloom whisper-yelled, her friend mentally slapped herself.

“Going to tell us what?” Vanessa had her eyebrows furrowed as a worried frown graced her features. Mike had perplexity and worry swirling in the deep blue of his eyes as well. “And, are those burn marks on your arms. Bloom, what is going on?!” Vanessa’s voice grew louder as she spoke.

“Um, well, you see, Stella.” Bloom panicked, her eyebrows were raised and her nails dug into the skin of her palm. She thought it was going to be easy, she had thought that Stella would tell them about the whole fairy dilemma, show them a magic trick or two to prove the point and then, well then, she had only thought through her plan till there. Whatever happened next was, to be decided.

“I’m a fairy and the Princess of Solaria.” Stella blurted out, she stood up, her hand gripping the island tightly as she leaned forward on it. The sharp edges of the marble leaving crease marks on her palm. Mike and Vanessa burst into a fit of laughter. Bloom and Stella exchanged a glance, the former gulping while the latter sighed. “Mom, dad. She’s not kidding.” The redhead stood up; the laughter dwindled down. “Sorry, sorry. We’ll play along with this prank of yours. Go on sweetheart.” Vanessa said, Mike had his mouth covered with his hand to avoid any chuckles from escaping.

“Just, it’s true okay. You’ll have to trust me; this is not a prank. I was supposed to go to Alfea, but I got busted while trying to escape and some ogre ended up following me and he had ghouls. Nasty ghouls and he smelled awful.” Stella whined.

“Yeah, I saw her when I was at the park and look, these marks are not paint mom. They’re from actually fire. Fire that shot out of my hands.” Bloom said rolling up her sleeves to reveal a few blisters she had received on her forearm, she herself took some time to look at them this time. They seemed to have healed up considerably since she last saw them.

Mike and Vanessa, looked at each other. They were both feeling two emotions, one being the urge to laugh out loud and the other to put aside the massive number of holes in the story and connect the dots they were being shown. As if through telepathy, they nodded at each other at the same time, the look on their face suggested that they were actually thinking about the possibility of all of this happening in real life.

Vanessa opened her mouth to say something. But before she could get a word out, they all heard a crash, Kiko hopped into the room in a frenzy. He jumped onto the barstool and hid behind Bloom and Stella, cowering in fear. Another crash was heard, and the thumping of multiple large feet. All four of them looked at each other with wide eyes, hearts racing. Then they heard the door being knocked down.

A big blue creature with long dreadlocks stood before them. He was clad in nothing more than animal skin around his waist and large metal bearings on his wrists. Besides him was the ogre from earlier that day, his look hadn’t changed that much, except for a few bits of charred skin here and there. The squad of crimson red ghouls at his feet looked much more energetic and hungrier, their pincers shaking from the need to dig into human flesh and suck the blood from it dry.

“Well, would you look at that. We believe you.” Mike said in a low voice, his left hand was vibrating and he swallowed the litres of saliva forming in his mouth, gripping his wife’s hand tightly.

There was a flash of yellow light and, oddly enough, the hum of a song playing in the background. Before they knew it, Stella was standing in front of them in all of her fairy-ly glory. She shot a chain of blasts of light at the ghouls, weakening them.

“Good, now through stuff at them for a bit won’t you. I need to make a call.”

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Brandon walked into his dormitory; one he had been sharing with Prince Sky of Eraklyon ever since they had started attending Red Fountain last year.

The Red Fountain School for Specialists and Heroes, was one of the best of its kind. With the exterior coated in a yellowish cream color and the top of each tier lined with orange tinted bricks. The signature red and blue flag always fluttered lightly in the breeze. Rested on a plateau in the midst of the Gloomy Wood forests near the Barrier Mountains on Magix, Red Fountain was as serene as it could get. For a military school.

Combing through his sunshine blonde hair, Brandon scanned the room, ocean blue eyes landing on one of the beds. The boy lying on the bed was flipping through the pages of a thick book, highly engrossed in the text.

“Prince Sky, reading a book on his first day at military school. Typical.” Brandon walked over to where Sky was now sat up. He went over to ruffle his brunette comrade’s hair which, said brunette, quickly dodged. The blonde peeked over his friend’s shoulder and looked at the pages, lightly scoffing. “Beginner’s guide to mind games on the battlefield. Seriously.” He said, placing his suitcase on his bed and walking out to get the rest.

“What! It’s one of our books from last year, thought I’d revise it.” Sky inspected the book, he shook his head and looked up, his chocolate brown eyes shot up to meet those of Brandon’s, who was walking in with the last of his luggage. They both stood there quietly staring at each other. That moment got awkward really quick.

“Now, now your highness. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you have a crush on squire boy here.”

A magenta haired boy who looked around the same age as the other two walked in, lips pulled into a smirk. He leaned on the empty table as both boys scowled at him. “What, I’m just saying. You two have crazy chemistry.” He said as he walked over to Brandon’s half of the room and expertly destroyed the neatly folded stacks of clothing that had been placed on the bed.

“Riven! Seriously, my mom spent a lot of time ironing those!” The blonde whined, as he turned to face his chuckling friend. Sky shook his head and went back to his book. “Oh, don’t fret your curls,” Riven started, flicking the ends of Brandon’s shoulder long hair, “I’ll fold them back. Also, I think Timmy is having a minor panic attack.”

“Minor panic attack.” Sky sat up alarmed. “Did something happen? Is he okay?” The brunette jumped off his bed and scurried out of the door into the dorm next to his.

Timmy and Riven’s dormitory had the same generic layout that Sky and Brandon’s did, the same went for the rest of the school. Two beds and two study desks along with a wall entirely utilized as a wardrobe. Each dorm also had its own personal bathroom. And currently, Timmy had his head inside the toilet of his.

Sky heard the retching noises and knocked on the door of the bathroom. “Yeah.” He heard a groan from the other side. “Is it okay if I come in?” The brunette said, eyes swirling with worry. “Mhhm.” Came another groan, slightly pushing open the door Sky went and kneeled down next to the redhead.

“You okay?” He asked, rubbing his friend’s spine. Timmy nodded quietly. A minute later Brandon peeked in, a bottle of water in his hands, his face sporting a friendly smile. He would have stepped inside had the space not already been so crammed. Both the boys helped Timmy get up and walked him outside. They sat him down on the bed and Riven handed him his glasses, once the spectacles were properly placed on the bridge of his nose the redhead smiled sheepishly, looking up at his friends.

“Are you alright Timmy? You know what you don’t look alright. I’m pretty sure Nurse Anna has a spell for this. We could visit the infirmary. Or we could not, depends on you really.” Sky was broken out of his rant when the burgundy haired specialist slapped his hand onto his mouth. Riven gave the brunette a glare as he noticed Timmy get queasy again.

“No, I’m fine Sky. Thanks, guys.” The redhead said tracing the rim of the empty water bottle in his hands. “Well, that’s good. Although I would certainly like to know how that happened?” Brandon calmly said as he sat on the bed beside Timmy.

“Huh, oh yeah. That was just the after math of some of that makaronen I had on the trip here.” Timmy admitted as he rubbed the back of his neck. All the boys burst into laughter, when it finally subsided, Brandon and Sky went back to their dorm and resumed unpacking, as did Timmy and Riven.

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While school didn’t start for another week, a lot of the students who came from realms from all corners of the magical dimensions had space trips that lasted a few days minimum. So, the school gates opened a week or two before semester officially started to give the students time to settle in comfortably and explore the area.

The students who had arrived early were currently seated in the dining hall eating the school chef, Giovanni Sefoglia’s famed welcome dish, pollo and formaggio enchiladas. He had first made them when he became the chef at Red Fountain, and the students had taken so many refills that day, he had to go back to the kitchen and prepare another batch. It had been the traditional dinner for the week before school started ever since.

Brandon, Sky, and Timmy were seated at one of the long tables, students chattering besides them. “Did you know that apples are actually 25% air? It’s why they float in water.” Timmy said as he watched Brandon stab his fork into his food. “Woah, don’t murder the thing squire boy!” Riven sat down, the metal plate clunking as he dropped it on the table, a bit of the gravy spilled down the corner. Brandon opened his mouth to answer when they all heard the squeal of a microphone.

On the podium at the front of the dining hall stood the head master of Red Fountain. Saladin Sanderson was an old man; at the very least a century or two. Albeit he wasn’t too tall, the warlock made up for his height in magic and wisdom, a member of the company of light when it was still in action, Saladin was a great warrior and had shown his worth on the battle field. He cleared his throat, onlooking the hall of students in front of him.

“My dear students and specialists, I would like to thank you all for choosing Red Fountain. Whether you are a newcomer or returning student, know that you will be welcomed with open arms by the staff and your fellow peers. Since you still have a day before classes officially start you are welcome to go out and explore the nearby city. I expect you to be back before curfew and I wish you the best for this school year. We shall meet again once the semester begins. I will not take up any more of your time. Have a nice night” And with that headmaster Saladin went back to sit at his table along with his fellow colleagues.

He was clad in a creme tunic and white pyjama; his eyes were a silvery grey matching his hair. He always held his staff which had a dragon head at its tip, a gift from an old friend. Next to him was Codatorta Matthews, the institute's dragon master, teacher for ranged combat and Saladin’s right-hand man. He was very well built and had his hair in an army cut, he wore a grey zip up shirt with no sleeves and khaki-coloured pants. He had a goatee which was connected to his side burns and piercing onyx eyes that could make any student shiver with fear

Besides the dragon master, chomping down on the cheesy delicacy, sat Pugston Erik, the professor for mechanical engineering and analytics and strategies. He was a small elf, who looked more like a dwarf, but an elf nonetheless. He was usually dressed in all purple and at times looked like Rumpelstiltskin due to his never-ending beard. But his kind brown eyes clubbed with his rose-pink hair could tell anybody that he was a nice and kind hearted person.

Opposing the small elf was Anna Drew, a fairy and the only female presence in the school. The young lady was a nurse and had long black hair, beautiful hazel eyes and a warm smile, according to the students, the only flaw she had was not dating one of them. She was the person every boy at red fountain once had a crush on.

At the end of the table sat, as per Saladin, two of the most important men at the institute. Johnathan Wellings, the dragon stables cleaner, and Patrick Gardner, the keeper of the arsenal. While both jobs were simple at first glance, most guys would agree with the fact that they were the hardest and that you had to have guts to clean up a stable full of dragon droppings and stay in a room full of sharp knives and weapons all day. Voluntarily.

Lastly, an unusually tall elf by the name of Inchel Finhad walked into the room a few minutes after the faculty of teachers had sat down. By unusually tall, I don't mean a 6'2 elf, by unusually tall I mean a 7'6 giant. He taught his class wind riders and battle transport. A serious man, with serious grey eyes and serious white hair. He usually had to bend down to walk through doors.

The last two members of the staff were the ogres Calcolo, who taught hand to hand combat, and Guto, the school cleaner, but they had yet to arrive.

Once most of the students were done with their dinner, the hall started to slowly clear. Brandon and Sky walked out, bidding their farewells to Timmy and Riven who were yet to finish their food. They walked up the winding staircase, admiring the age-old architecture of the school. Arriving at their dorm, Brandon brought up the key card and the door opened with a click.

After they had both changed out of their uniforms, they sat down on their beds which were now covered in coloured bedsheets in contrast to the pale white ones which the school provided. The entire room had been personalized, the empty tables were full of books, picture frames and little trinkets. Both the boys were laughing over something Sky had received on his phone.

“Oh man.” The brunette wheezed before he finally calmed down. Brandon on the other hand was nowhere close to sobering up. He laughed loudly, doubling over and after a few more minutes his laughter subsided as well.

Sky had his head rested on the head board of his bed while Brandon was lain, his head hanging off of the mattress. “Dragon, can you believe it? We’re sophomores now. Two more years and it’s those official looking badges of bravery. We’ll be certified heroes.” The blonde said as he made shapes with his fingers. “Those official looking badges” Sky started, walking up to the door after they heard a knock on it, “are called medallions. And of course, we’re getting older. Time doesn’t exactly stop you know.”

“Actually, it’s been proven that time can be stopped. Some experiment on Callisto. They created this vortex, nobody really knows what goes on in it, but apparently-” The rest of Timmy’s words were muffled out by Riven’s hand. Both of them had come in and messed up whatever tidiness the dorm had. Well, Riven did.

“Nobody needs to know Timster. So, what’s this about getting old. Last I checked, I got a few hundred more years to live.” The magenta haired boy said, he grabbed a water from one of the cabinets and plopped down on Brandon’s chair. Timmy made himself comfortable on the other chair, wrapping an afghan around himself.

“We know Riven.” Brandon got off Sky’s bed and on to his own, grabbing his phone from the nightstand. The screen lit up and he scrolled down. Timmy and Sky got to talking about some concert they’d both been to this summer. Riven fiddled with his water bottle a bit before joining Brandon on the bed, they both began playing some game on his phone.

All the boys were engrossed in their talk when Sky’s phone rang. Timmy stopped talking and Brandon and Riven both scowled at the prince. “You know I was just about to win that point!” The burgundy haired specialist said, he ran his hand through his spiky hair. “You were about to win the point! I was about to win the point!” The blonde exclaimed; an incredulous look spread over his features. Both boys started arguing with each other up till Timmy huffed at them and whispered for them to stop when he saw Sky’s expression get serious.

“Yeah, of course. We’ll be right there.”

“And where exactly will we be?” Riven inquired earning him a flick to the forehead, which he was going to return back when he froze in mid-air hearing the response. As did Brandon and Timmy, who craned their necks to look at the prince.

“Say that again now, won’t you?”

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“No, that was an antique!” Vanessa shrieked at the troll who was currently trashing the china cabinet. The troll then smashed a serving dish a few inches to her right, making the brunette lady screech. She shot her hand behind the island in the hopes of grabbing something, a ladle or a spatula, what she got instead was a fork. Groaning at her bad luck Vanessa had no choice but to make the best out of the situation, she punched the fork into an apple and went charging into battle.

She only realized how under weaponed she was when the troll lifted up the dining table in response. Thankfully before the big blue creature was able to demonstrate how wonderfully gravity worked, a flash of light blasted the table into bits, right in its hands. Vanessa turned to find a brightly glowing Stella blow the smoke out of her brightly glowing hands, a smirk on her feature. “That was so epic right? One might even say it was lit.” Vanessa gave her a blank look.

“No? Isn’t that how Earth jokes work?”

On the other side of the kitchen Mike ran behind the counter while throwing baby carrots at the red ghouls that were ready to cut into his flesh the minute they could get onto it. Bloom stood back-to-back with her father, throwing chick peas and mini loaves of multigrain bread at the screeching ghouls that were coming at her.

“Bloom, sweetie?” The blonde man asked. “Mhhm.” His daughter responded as she swatted off another disgusting creature. “How-how exactly do we kill these things? I’m running out of carrots and the potatoes are on the other side of the room!” He shouted, breaking a carrot into half and blindly throwing them into opposite directions.

“I don’t know dad. Here.” The redhead said, trying to kick of some ghouls while handing her dad three loaves of bread. “Just three?” But after receiving a wicked look from Bloom, Mike decided to do with it what he could.

Stella and Vanessa were standing opposite to each other, the fairy was shooting balls of light at the ogre and troll, while Vanessa swung apples at them.

“Okay, this is gonna get a little overwhelming.” Stella said, the sunlight in her hands was glowing wilder and wilder. “Mr. and Mrs. Ross I’m going to need you to get into another room. Bloom take the ghouls outside!” Everybody did as directed, Knut understood what Stella said and tried to block the entrances but was unsuccessful with all the stumbling of the clueless troll.

After Bloom saw her parents exit the room, she grabbed all the bread she could and ran out of the house, the ghouls were all following behind her. Like ants to their queen. Arriving at the backyard, she thanked her lucky stars that their house was a little bit more secluded and had a clear view of the beach which was a few miles away. And closed at night.

The ghouls crowded at her feet as she struggled to break the bread into bits. She spotted a moving pot draw closer to her. The red beasties seemed notice it as well because they stopped swarming at her feet. All eyes followed the metal utensil as it scurried from left to right, and all other directions. Bloom foolishly decided to pick up the pot, inside it was a scared Kiko, his shivering was making the pot vibrate. The girl only realized the consequences of her actions once the ghouls started growling again.

But before any of them could pounce on her, she heard the noise of glass shattering and out flew the yellow ogre. Landing right onto his precious minions, squashing them to pulp. Bloom wasn’t even sure if a wiper would be enough to scrape all of that undead material off.

She mentally thanked Stella and decided that her friend was a true magical genius. That was until the fairy crashed out of a window herself, rubbing the side of her bleeding stomach. The redhead rushed over to her.

“Dragon, that hurts.” The blonde muttered as she tried to sit up, Bloom supported her by slipping an arm onto her waist and leaning her friend on her shoulder. “Oh, when are they going to get here. I should’ve just called the institute instead.” Bloom was utterly confused, having absolutely no idea what Stella was going on about. Once the fairy noticed the perplexed look on the redhead’s face, she shook her head and gave a failed attempt at standing up again. Knut had come out of his dazed trance, the troll on the other hand was destroying garden gnomes.

The ogre gathered what few ghouls of his remained, which by the by were still quite a lot, and let out a growl, which seemed to be code for something since the troll came running back to him, ruining the flower beds in the process. The yellow beast came charging down the path in the yard. Bloom and Stella were both out of ideas and the ogre seemed to have muted out the potatoes that were being thrown at him by the adults. With a flick of his wrist, he flung Bloom right into the firepit on the other side of the yard.

Stella was slowly inching away, the ring enclosed in the palm of her hands. Little beads of sweat seemed to be taking over her body, her eyes widened. The ogre let out a maniacal growl and wrapped his arm around her bloody torso, lifting the fairy in the air before vigorously shaking her. The blonde screamed, but all of a sudden, she was thrown onto the ground, landing right next to Bloom in the firepit.

Bloom was in awe. Four boys dressed in navy blue and white full body suits, had seemed to materialize out of a whirlpool of blue dashes and lights. The magenta haired boy who had lassoed the ogre with something that looked like a modern-day bola, was standing hand on hip with a smug look on his face. He had mismatched eyes, one grey, one purple which went perfectly together and had very spiky hair.

Besides him was a lanky boy with glasses and faded orange hair, one hand utilized in holding the gun, while the other was set on the trigger. His hazel eyes were scanning the surrounding, taking in everything around them, it looked like he was formulating a plan in his brain.

“Okay, there aren’t a lot of magical resources in the area. Let’s try a three-pronged rescue op!” The boy with the glasses announced, he turned his head to look at the brunette next to him. The brunette boy was tall and lean, with chiselled features and chocolate brown eyes. You could say he was the serious one, but the boyish charm radiating off of him gave it away. He held a broad green sword which was glowing, it might have been mistaken for one of those toy lightsabers had it not been used to chop down a few of the ghouls.

“Sounds like a plan-” The brunette was interrupted by the magenta haired boy, “Oh Timmy, ever the strategist. Let’s not complicate things, I’ll handle this.”

“One summer at swashbuckler camp doesn’t mean you can go solo on an ogre, Riven.” The last one of the boys exasperated. He had sunshine blonde hair that reached his shoulders and sky-blue eyes. His figure was lean and he was easily the tallest in the group, he had a squared face and angled eyebrows. He was leaning on a bright blue sword which looked similar to what the brunette boy was holding, except his was slimmer and longer.

“Oh, shut up Brandon!” The magenta haired boy, Riven, said to the blonde. He retracted his bola, which seemed to be attached to the glove on his wrist. Swinging his purple lightsaber which was not a lightsaber, he rushed in to combat with the ogre. Knut, irritated due to the rope which was previously on his neck, had lost all heed of his original mission and was now focused on showing the four boys who was boss.

After receiving a cut on his arm due to Riven’s blade, Knut roared in anger and swung the boy over his head, throwing him right in between the girls, into the fire pit. He huffed in irritation before standing up and running back to his friends. Stella rolled her eyes at his childish antics before returning her attention to the other boys. The ogre had now taken a side seat and was ordering his ghouls at them, while the troll took centre stage.

“I rest my case.” The blonde, Brandon, said after observing Riven fail colossally. “Not the time. Timmy, I think it’s time we put that plan to action.” The brunette turned around to look at his copper haired friend who was loading his gun, Timmy sent a nod his way as he shot grenades at troll’s feet. “Your turn Sky!” He shouted to the brunette; Sky sent his blade smashing down creating a rift in the greenery. As soon as the grenades went off, the troll lost his balance and slipped into the crevasse.

Brandon and Riven were fighting off the ghouls, the blonde’s hand was going sore as the crimson red creatures banged repeatedly on his shield. Riven brought down his blade on the horde of ghouls while Brandon expertly took out another one with his.

The ghouls scattered, most of them regrouped and went back to attacking the boys, a few which had not been able to find their way back, closed in on Bloom and Stella. Both the fairies were now well rested and recharged. “Take that!” The blonde said, shooting a blast of light out of her hand, her wound had cleaned up considerably well and she could now stand up.

In the heat of the moment, Bloom felt that unknown feeling arise again. A heat wave surged out of her core as she shot a wicked ball of fire from her hands. The ghouls, who clearly did not like the heat, instantly shied away and swiftly crawled behind the ogre. Seeing that the situation wasn’t going to turn out in his favour, Knut clapped his hands and he and his ghouls materialized into thin air, just as they had earlier that day.

The troll, who was now stranded and left alone, was weak. All four of the boys encircled him, as did Stella. He gave up and let himself be tied up by Timmy and Brandon.

“Guys, this is Bloom. Bloom the guys. They’re specialists from Red Fountain.” Stella told her friend, who heard nothing but lucid words and was close to collapsing. Stella placed a hand on her shoulder steadying the redhead. Bloom’s eyes were squinted, the tired sensation that she had felt when she used her magic for the first time, returning.

“How about we do that later, you two don’t look too good and Riven here got a bit beat up.” Brandon said as he locked his eyes with the drowsy ones of Bloom. He rushed over to her side and carefully propped her up against his arm. Sky shot a worried glance at Stella and went over to assist her as well.

Timmy tried to heave Riven’s built figure onto his own slender one, but failed. Mike and Vanessa came over and helped the boy, all of them retreated into the house. Mike looked over at his yard and sighed.

“I don’t think insurance is going to cover this.” Vanessa placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking her head. “I think we have bigger problems than that.” Mike nodded, not being able to believe what he just saw, looking over to the immobile troll who had been recking his home not too long ago. The boys had injected it with some weird liquid, but it had seemed to do the trick.

He heard his wife telling the teenagers to find a room and get some rest, that this was a problem to be dealt with tomorrow. And he couldn’t agree with it more, as he walked inside himself, hoping maybe this was all a dream, but he knew better than to believe that. All he could do now was wish the neighbours hadn’t heard the ruckus.

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Good bye.

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