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magical-mage-dude · 18 days

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Having the privilege of getting to be in the path of totality yesterday, I will relay my experience.

Sitting in church parking lot, brought there by a devout atheist, we stare up at the sun. The hours spent out racing clouds finally having culminated up to the this. A tiny slice is eaten from the sun. The people around us oooh and ahh in excitement. A rich green field full of crimson clovers stretches down beneath us. Three horse emerge to graze in the afternoon heat. Crows caw in the distance. A bird of prey rides the rising thermals. A dutiful bumblebee bounces from flower to flower.

We chatter and joke amongst ourselves, glancing up at ever present orange crescent through darkened lenses. A child squeals in horror from an ant crawling on her shoe.

“Yeah, They do that.” Her mom informs her in exasperation.

“Yeah they do that.” I mutter in agreement ,watching the gently swaying grass.

“The light seems dimmer.” I insist to my group.

They laugh and disagree.

It does. It’s an though the world was placed in photoshopped and the contrast was being lowered ever so slightly. The air is cooling ever so slightly and the wind is picking up. A single cloud blows over e sun.

“It’s the eclipse!” We jest as it’s shadow races up over the hill. I check the sky. Still clear of clouds.

Cars race by on the highway beside us. No one pulls in. How can they not stop? Do they not know what is about to happen? Do they not care?

I make a pinhole camera. Tiny moons dance on a sheet of paper. I show my mom how to make on with her hand. It’s an eternity before the sun stars to shrink. My brother discusses wind with my dad.

15 min till. I look up and squeal in excitement. I am seeing the edges of the crescent disappear right before my very eyes. The crowd yells in excitement as everyone scrambles to look.

Everyone goes quiet now. It’s chilly now. The sun is bright and high like summer but the wind feels like autumn. Bird still caw and the bee still buzzed. The horses are unbothered. Two more cars roar by. A Motorcycle follows. No one pulls in.

The sun is a finger nail now.

I call for timecheck. Five minutes till. They called me crazy before, but now the light around us is obviously lower. It’s as though you are on darkened stage standing under a bright spotlight. Everyone yells as streetlights come on. A truck with its headlights on blows by. It does not pull in.

I whip my head up the sky. An impossibly tiny dot of orange hangs in the dark lens. The sun is Impossibly tiny but still bright enough for me to quickly jerk my head away as I try to take an unguarded peak. Under my eyelids I see a vision of a pale moon with a blinding white flare cascading over the side.

It’s so close. I’m quivering in terror and excitement.

Then.

The sky flickers. I miss the first diamond ring for fear of ruining my vision. But I don’t miss what’s next.

Pictures do not describe what happens. In every picture, the sun seems too small, too distant, the sky pitch black.

Here. The sun is as big as a full moon in the sky. It’s… it’s a hole. A black endless hole. A black hole. I am looking at Sagittarius A in my solar system.

I am gripping the concrete in terror. I possess a fear of wide open uncovered skies. I feel as though I will fall up in it. Being on a hill under a huge sky was nerve racking when I stepped of the car. Now, staring up at hole, a hole! It’s gone! It’s gone! It’s gone! We’ll be sucked in!

I pant in awe and terror, holding back tears. Everyone is screaming, hollering, and yelling. I am holding my mothers hand. I am torn between fixing my gaze up wards or all around. The sky is a deep purple black. It fades in a sunset shadow orange on the horizon all around us. That’s the sun’s light, I realize. We are under the moons shadow.

I check with the glasses to see if the sun is still there. The lenses are dark.

I stare up again, my brother urging everyone to look at it. It goes so fast, he’d warned us before. The Corona beams out from behind the moon in grey beams. They are straight and angular, like point of a jagged crown. Watch the edges of the moon, my brother says, you will see the refraction from the mountains.

I look. There. On the bottom, a tiny faint blurry spurs of red dances. I see blue next to it. Then deep blue. I’m shaking to record these down.

There is a planet, too bight to be a star, southeast of the moon and another northeast. I don’t which they were.

It feels as though the world will stay like this forever, eclipsed in darkness with only streetlights and light from the horizon to illuminate the world.

Then. The sky flickers. A bright flare pierces, pierces! Over the side of the moon. The diamond ring.

The worlds is thrust back into light. It’s so bright! It was just dark and now it is bright! Like a light switch! There is only a sliver of orange is the glasses but it is bright!

The sun has returned. And just like that. Everything is like before.

The crowd packs up. The streetlights go back out. The saturation of the of world returns. The chilly air begins to warm back up. I discuss return trip plans with my group, trying to hold the fleeting majesty of what I’ve seen in my mind.

#solar eclipse #me #i am dumb #bad paint job

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neopronounsmybelovaed · 2 years

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Neopronouns- Full List

All of the neopronouns found on the survey. All of them.

Part one under the cut

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game/gameboy

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gas/gases

gaso/gasoline

ge/geist

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gender/gender

germ/germs

ghast/ghastself

#this is literally so long i had to split it into two posts #tumblr wouldn't let me post it otherwise #pronoun list #neopronoun list #neopronoun survey results

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spanishskulduggery · 3 years

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Have you done Spanish animals and their noises yet? I know it's silly but seeing how other languages pronounce things is cute!

So I don’t know all of them, but many of the animal sounds are what we’d call las onomatopeyas or “onomatopoeia” which is a sound effect given word form, and a lot of them are similar to English

el perro, la perra = dog ladrar = to bark el ladrido = barking noise guau = the sound of a dog barking [guau guau is like “bowwow”; also guau is “wow” as an exclamation so you know, weirdness there]

el gato, la gata = cat maullar = to meow el maullido = meowing sound miau / ñau = the sound of a cat meowing ronronear = to purr el ronroneo = purring

la vaca = cow / el toro = bull mugir = to moo [or in older texts “to low”] el mugido = mooing sound mu / muu = moo

el pájaro = bird piar = to chirp el pío = bird chirping, birdsong, tweeting pío, pío pío = sound of bird chirping

la gallina = hen el cloqueo = clucking cloquear = to cluck cloc cloc = sound of chicken or bird clucking

el gallo = rooster cacarear = to crow, to cluck el cacareo = crowing (of a rooster or chicken), clucking (el) quiquiriquí / kikirikí = cock-a-doodle-doo

el pato, la pata = duck el cuervo = crow, raven / la corneja = raven el ganso, la gansa / la oca = goose graznar = to quack / to honk / to caw el graznido = quacking / honking (geese) / cawing

el pavo = turkey gluglutear = to gobble (turkey sound) gluglú = gobble gobble [gluglutear is also the sound used for dripping or running water, it’s like “gurgling” or “babbling brook”, that sort of thing]

el cuco = cuckoo el cucú = cuckoo noise, general softer bird noise / sound of a cuckoo clock [also el cucú is “peekaboo” like jugar al cucú “to play peekaboo” probably because of cuckoo clocks]

el búho = owl / la lechuza = owl ulular = to hoot el ululato = hooting huu huu = sound of an owl

la abeja = bee | la avispa = wasp | la mosca = a fly zumbar = to buzz el zumbido = buzzing noise, humming noise [also used for machinery like “droning”] zum / zummmm = the sound of buzzing

el grillo = cricket chirriar = to chirp / for insects to make noise el chirrido = chirping, sounds of insects cricrí = chirp chirp [sound a cricket or cicada makes]

el asno / el burro = donkey rebuznar = to bray, to make a donkey noise el rebuzno = braying, heehaw

la serpiente = snake el lagarto = lizard / la lagartija = lizard / smaller lizard sisear = to hiss el siseo = hissing noise [I think hissing is pretty universally sssss]

la rana = frog / el sapo = toad croar = to croak, to ribbit croac-croac = sound of frogs, ribbit ribbit

el león, la leona = lion, lioness el tigre, la tigresa = tiger (and tigress which is less common) el oso, la osa = bear rugir = to roar el rugido = a roar gruñir = to growl el gruñido = growling noise [the onomatopoeia is pretty much just rrrr or grrr]

el lobo, la loba = wolf aullar = to howl el aullido = howling noise [wolf noises are predictably things like auuuu]

la ballena = whale cantar = to sing [el canto de ballena is “whale's song”] resoplar = to breathe out, to exhale / to huff and puff [resoplar is the verb used when whales resurface and shoot water out of their blowholes before taking another breath]

el elefante, la elefanta = elephant barritar = to trumpet (elephants) [otherwise barritar is “to bellow”] el barrito = trumpeting noise (elephant) [I’ve seen it written as bruuu for their noise or something to that effect]

el caballo = horse / la yegua = mare relinchar = to neigh el relincho = neighing sound [I think the sound is often written like hiiii or something to that effect]

Another common one is chillar which is used as “to shriek”, and it can be used with people or animals; chillar can be used for animals yelling or screeching, or it could be for pigs [los cerdos] and “squealing”... el chillido is the noun form

And for pigs gruñir is the general verb for “oinking” but they do say oink oink as the onomatopoeia I believe

There are lots I don’t know, but at least as far as sound effects you can usually understand what they’re going for when you see it or hear it in context

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criesinmultifandommess · 3 years

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DSMP Chat Manifestations

I thought Phil's chat as crows was neat, so I wanted to try my hand at others' chats too. If I didn't write about someone, I either don't know them all that well or I haven't watched them :)

I wrote this a while ago so this may not be the most accurate or updated as to what's happened recently

In general

depending on how long a person's been watching them is how old and what type their manifestation is

for example, a new watcher is younger/smaller and someone who's been watching for some time is older/bigger

people can see others' chats, but when someone else's chat "speaks", all the other person can hear is the sounds that person's chat manifestation makes; if they're close enough, they can interact with others' chats

when a streamer "sleeps" aka logs off, their chat also sleeps/disappears

chat can't interact with the world but they can see what's happening

Sam

pups/dogs

others hear barking

love to watch him build and help out

makes fun of his disorganized chests

I PREDICTED THIS LETS GO

but anyway

loves Fran and Awesamom

People able to interact with their chat: Puffy, Foolish, Quackity, Sapnap

Bad

voices from his halo

others hear ringing

very wholesome, I don't think I've ever seen someone swear

when the Egg corrupted him, the voices began pitching higher until they became too high for Bad to hear

Skeppy used to be able to hear Bad's chat

Eret

gems

others hear sparkling noises

when they were going through their villain arc, the gems blackened and the voices were quieter

when he redeemed himself, they brightened and Eret could hear chat clearly again

very supportive of each other

People able to interact with their chat: Puffy, Foolish, Niki

Foolish

totems

others hear the sound when you use a totem

like to explore the area while he's working on a build

dances with him when he shift dances

love Foolish Jr. a lot

so tiny compared to the 20 something foot god

People able to interact with their chat: Sam, Puffy, Eret, Jack, Karl, Sapnap, Tubbo, Ranboo

Fundy

kits/foxes

others hear gekkering (defined as "throaty, stuttering vocalizations made by foxes", look it up it's super interesting)

love to call him furry, much to his dismay

attempts to cheer him up when he's down

suspicious of Quackity

George

mushrooms growing on his shoulders and head

others don't hear anything

when they like someone, they tend to lean towards that person

try to warn him about what's going on but he ignores them for the most part

People able to interact with their chat: Sam, Karl, Quackity, Sapnap

Jack Manifold

voices through his headset

others hear muffled voices

during his villain arc, the voices became muffled

People able to interact with their chat: Foolish, Tubbo, Ranboo

Karl

swirls that hover around him

others hear the sound when you go through a portal

he can't hear them when he travels to the In-Between/The Other Side

People able to interact with their chat: Foolish, George, Quackity, Sapnap

Phil

from what I've seen, I'm so glad we all agree his chat is crows

others hear cawing

like to bring Phil materials/precious stones

teases Phil from time to time

when one person acts chaotic, everyone becomes chaotic, especiall when Phil tries to get them to stop

People able to interact with their chat: Ranboo, Techno

Quackity

ducks

others hear quacking

like to tease and bait him a lot

when he dies, one part goes "lmao" and the other half screams at him for dying

did not like Schlatt at all; also don't really like Dream

very worried when he goes to visit Dream in prison

comforted him when George told him about Kinoko Kingdom

enjoy swimming in the fountains in Las Nevadas

People able to interact with their chat: Sam, George, Karl, Sapnap

Techno

voices directly in his head

others don't hear anything

one (small) half is supportive and don't want bloodshed, the other half chant blood for the blood god; very disorienting

always active

People able to interact with their chat: Phil, Ranboo, Niki

Tommy

hovering discs

others hear records scratching

when he died, everyone heard a record scratching no matter where they were or how close they were to Tommy

when he was revived, chat's voices sounded scratchy to Tommy for a little while

no longer know who to trust

People able to interact with their chat: Puffy, Ranboo, Tubbo

Tubbo

bees

others hear buzzing

watch over Michael and won't hesitate to sting

love Ranboo and Michael a lot; will sometimes surround them and land on them for a while

very worried about the missing missile

also worried about Ranboo

People able to interact with their chat: Ranboo, Tommy, Puffy, Foolish, Jack

Wilbur

floating, visible musical notes colored red, white, yellow, and blue

others hear music

when he died, everyone heard one final strum of his guitar no matter where they were or how close they were to Wilbur

while going through his villain arc, chat sounded like discordant guitar strums and were heavily saturated

Ghostbur had notes that were just a faded, translucent blue and made eerie sounds

resurrected Wilbur's notes are less saturated and have grey "X" marks on them

People able to interact with their chat: uncertain

Blood Vines/the Egg

others hear the Egg's voice in reverse

as the person becomes infected, vines begin to wrap around their ears first so the Egg is all they can hear; it then takes over their entire head and spreads to the body

once it takes over their head, the person can no longer hear their chat or what the chat says becomes corrupted

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robin-the-enby · 4 years

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Beautiful to me

Pairing: Diaval x OC

Summary: Rhea is a daughter of a lumberjack living near the Moors, a forest which everybody fears. It is no wonder that she became Aurora's first best friend.

Warnings: body insecurities

A/N: As I've said, I've never seen the whole movie, but Diaval is such a sweetheart and...well, this happened. So I'm sorry that this maybe won't go as the movie does, for example, I couldn't find a clip on youtube about how Aurora first got to the Moors, so I changed it.

Pictures found on Google

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Everybody feared the Moors, because they believed that a great evil lived behind the great wall of thorns.

Only one family was brave enough to live near the place. It was a lumberjack and his wife. They have never been afraid of the strange part of the forest. Everyone deemed them crazy when they answered their curious questions with: "There is no need to be afraid. If you'll respect the forest, it'll leave you alone."

When news spread that the lumberjack's wife was with a child, people were baffled to hear that they aren't moving from their cozy little cottage near the dangerous Moors.

And after nine months, a baby girl was born. Her loving parents named her Rhea. She had black hair, like her mother and beautiful green eyes like her father.

Rhea was a curious, happy go lucky child. Taught from early age to respect those around her and do no harm until she was the one harmed, she grew into a kind young girl. Her parents treated her with love and kindness and so she didn't see a reason to ever disobey them.

One day, Rhea was walking by the edge of the forest, which grounds she knew better than the back of her hand. The 'normal' part of the forest, the one where her father worked, was surrounded by meadows full of flowers and beautiful little creatures.

She listened to birds chirping and bees buzzing as she skipped along the secret path she found for herself, her little hands gently caressing flower petals of all colours.

Rhea heard a laugh. It wasn't her laugh, but it was a child's laugh. It sounded like a little girl. Rhea looked all around her, trying to see who exactly was laughing, but couldn't see anyone. That is, until the tall grass started shaking, little giggles escaping between the rustling.

Rhea kneeled on the ground and pushed the grass aside, so she could see better.

At first, she thought she's seeing things. But at a second glance she recognized the creature she mistaked for a fairy as a young girl. But what a beautiful little girl!

She was a few years younger than Rhea, but too young to be left alone. The little girl hasn't noticed her yet, so Rhea softly called out "What are you doing here little one?"

The little girl gasped and turned to face Rhea. It took little to no time for a big grin to take over her face "Pretty girl!" she squealed.

Rhea blushed. Nobody, aside from her parents, had called her pretty. She never really felt pretty and thought that her parents told her that just because they were her parents. But there was something about this girl that looked so sincere. Maybe it was how her eyes shone brightly or her big smile.

It didn't look like the girl wanted to wait for Rhea, her attention was grabbed by something else. As she waddled away, Rhea called out to her "What's your name little one?" and ran after her.

The girl stopped to examine a catterpillar crawling on a leaf and when Rhea caught up with her, she repeated her question. "Aurora." the girl said without turning her head. Rhea thought it was a really strange name.

The rest of the afternoon Rhea spent by Aurora's side. The younger girl hopped around, fascinated by every little thing. Rhea patiently walked behind her, looking after Aurora, so she wouldn't hurt herself. She wondered why was she alone? Did her parents not care for her? How could they?? She was such a sweet little thing.

"Pretty flower!" Aurora exclaimed happily, plucking the flower from the ground and twirling it between her little fingers. This caught Rhea's attention. Everything Aurora saw she called pretty. Pretty flowers, pretty bees, pretty clouds...

Rhea felt a little sad at the thought that for Aurora 'pretty' didn't mean anything special. But she quickly chased the thought away. Why should she be sad about such a trivial thing as beauty? They were in the forest, she didn't need to be beautiful! Wait, the forest..?

Without her noticing, Aurora led her straight through the forest to the thorn wall. She looked at the big branches with even bigger thorns in awe. Strangely, she didn't go to feel it with her tiny hands.

For the first time in the whole day, Aurora turned to Rhea, pointed at the barricade and said "Pretty bush!"

Rhea couldn't help but smile. Pretty really wasn't a meaningfull word for the little girl. "It sure is magical, isn't it?" Rhea came to stand by Aurora's side.

Flapping of wings and cawing could be heard and both girls turned to look at the tree where the noise was coming from. It was just a raven.

There was something strange about the way it looked at Rhea. Almost suspiciously...

"Pretty bird!" Aurora said laughing, clapping her tiny hands. Rhea smiled at the little girl. It's just a bird, there's nothing to worry about.

Rhea grabbed Aurora's hand, gaining the girl's attention. She crouched down next to her and pointed at the raven "That's a raven. You mustn't mix ravens up with crows. They may seem similar, but they are different none the less."

The bird's eyes softened and it cawed happily. It caused Aurora to laugh in a childish glee and Rhea tried to mimick him. The raven turned its head to the side a little, amused by the girl's attempts to make the younger one laugh. So it played along, Rhea and the raven cawing at each other, just so Aurora would laugh.

After that, everywhere they went, the raven was with them. And every time Aurora set her gaze on it, she immediately called out excitedly "Pretty bird!" And so, the name stuck.

The years flew by and the girls became best friends. Some would even say they were as close as sisters.

Every day they would spend the whole day together, Rhea usually teaching Aurora about nature and in return, the younger girl invented the best adventures, while Pretty bird, who Rhea always brought treats for, watched over them.

They both grew into beautiful young women. Aurora was just as lovely as she was when she was a child, if not more. She had the beauty of a fairy and the heart of a playful bunny. Rhea matured and grew into the kindest and most generous woman far and wide from the Moors.

Rhea admired Aurora's beauty, as if she couldn't see her own. And it was true. While she thought everything around her was beautiful, she 'could never compare' as she'd say.

One day, which Rhea was going to remember in great detail long after, they stayed outside longer than usual, the sky was getting dark and night was slowly falling upon the land. But they didn't care and kept on walking by the thorn wall.

"I wonder if you can get through it somehow..." Aurora wondered, gently petting the bush, careful as to not cut herself. Rhea turned to look at the wall and just silently nodded her head.

Maleficent was, like many times before, looking after Aurora. She watched the two girls chat and wondered how much the girls have grown. If she wants to see the Moors so bad...I can grant her that wish. Maleficent thought to herself and with a quiet chuckle put a spell over the two girls that put them to sleep.

She cleared out a path for herself that went through the giant thorn bush and carefully levitated both girls behind her as she entered her kingdom.

Next, she gently laid them on the ground and hid in the shadows and crooked tree branches and undone the spell. Now I just wait until they wake up...

The spell wore off pretty quickly. The first one to sit up was Aurora, while Rhea tiredly blinked her eyes. "Rhea, do you see that?" Aurora asked in disbelief, standing up. "No." Rhea croaked tiredly "What should I see?" she slowly sat up and looked around.

"We're in the Moors!" the younger girl exclaimed happily, giggling. Aurora twirled in place, taking everything in with fascination. Rhea rubbed the sleep from her eyes and joined her best friend.

Curious eyes looked at them from behind the rocks and tree leaves. Blue heads poked out from their hiding spots and tiny blue creatures slowly and cautiously floated to the two strangers. Both girls slowly extended their palms and let the fairies touch their fingers. Before they could properly introduce themselves, the fairies looked around in panic and fright and quickly scurried off to hide again.

Aurora felt presence behind them and turned to face the shadows. Nothing but a pair of yellow eyes could be seen in the darkness. "We know you're there. Don't be scared." Rhea came to stand by her side and took her hand.

"I'm not scared." it chuckled darkly. Rhea noticed its voice was smooth, cold and rich.

"Then come out." Aurora prompted the voice again.

"Then you'll be afraid." it said again. It sounded like it was making fun of them.

"No we won't." Aurora defended them bravely, her cheecks puffing out a little.

It seemed like the voice complied. The pair of glowing yellow eyes moved from the shadows. It had the moon behind its back, so only a silhouette could be seen.

Aurora gasped softly at the sight of the big horns and Rhea stepped protectively a little in front of her.

Maleficent then stepped into the light completely. Instead of screams of fear that she expected, Rhea's breath was stolen away by the fae's broken, dark beauty and Aurora just laughed.

"I know who you are." she said with a smile "You're my fairy godmother!" Rhea was used to Aurora telling her about the shadow that looks after her. But she, as beautiful as she was, didn't look like a protector. More like a predator.

"What?" Maleficent asked, clearly thrown off by this comment. "Your shadow. It's been following me everywhere I went." Aurora's smile didn't falter.

A raven landed on a branch next to its mistress. Both girls turned their heads to look at it. "I remember you." Aurora said and with Rhea they both giggled. "Pretty bird." Rhea said and the raven turned its head to the side. "This is Diaval." Maleficent said, not even looking at him, waving her hand, after the raven bowed politely to the girls.

And suddenly, their Pretty bird was now a man. A very handsome, young man, Rhea observed. His hair and eyes dark like the night around them, black tunic, that showed off his chest, as well as black trousers and black boots. On his temples, his neck and the exposed parts of his chest were scars, from what Rhea would love to know.

Diaval went to closer to Aurora "It's nice to finally meet you." and kissed her hand gently "I knew you since you were a little one." Rhea quietly snickered to herself. What a strange thing to say.

But then he turned to her and she found herself lost in his eyes. Apart from his scars his face looked really smooth. Just like his feathers looked smooth when he was a raven. "My my, what a beauty you've grown into." he said and kissed her hand too, while looking her directly in the eyes. Rhea felt like she couldn't breathe. His skin felt so smooth where he touched her but his voice was so deliciously scruffy, she couldn't wrap her head around it all. "This must be a dream." she said quietly and Diaval grinned, still not letting go of her hand, but neither of them noticed.

"I know right?" Aurora squealed excitedly. She started ranting about how beautiful the Moors were, overwhelming Maleficent so much, that she had to put her to sleep again.

When Rhea saw her floating friend, she wondered So that's how we got here, huh... "I think that is enough for today." Maleficent stated "Diaval, take Rhea home."

A small mutter of 'yes mistress' could be heard from him and as he went to lightly bow to her he realized he was still holding Rhea's hand. He immediately let go, embarassed and showed her the way.

He insisted to take her all the way to her cottage and held her hand every time there was any obstacle in the way, small and large ones. "We're in a forest. If you want to be gentlemanly like that, you can just hold my hand and not let go." Rhea giggled, but Diaval took it seriously and, deciding it would be a good idea, grabbed her hand, making her cheeks turn pink.

Days went by and they were all spent in the Moors. Aurora played with all the fairies, often including Rhea or even Diaval. Maleficent usually stood on the sidelines and watched them. Rhea noticed the fondness in the fae's eyes and sometimes she'd catch a glimpse of the tiniest smile.

If they were not playing with Aurora, Diaval and Rhea also stood on the sidelines, chatting and finding out more things about the other every day. Aurora and even Maleficent noticed how close they became.

It was a beautiful night. The stars shone brightly, the moon was big, nowhere a cloud in sight and the temperature was just right. Perfect for stargazing.

Rhea needed time to herself. Her mind felt heavy, burdened with negative thoughts and doubts.

"Why are you frowning at the stars?" a voice above her asked. Rhea smiled a faint smile "Hello Pretty bird." "Why do you keep calling me that even when you know my name?" "Because you are a pretty bird." she shrugged. "I suppose you're right." Diaval said proudly and laid next to her, their shoulders and hands touching.

He could see something was troubling her and he wanted to help. He never liked seeing her sad. It made his heart clench. When it first happened, Rhea found a dead baby bird, fallen out of the nest. He thought he was deathly ill and came to Maleficent immediately, panicked. She just stared at him and whispered something strange "You're in love."

She left abruptly, not saying anything else. He wasn't mad. After he processed the words, he realized she probably needed time to ponder if she is going to do something about it or not. He could see how conflicted her thoughts on love were as of late.

He came to terms with it a few days ago. Those days leading to this one were spent consciously pining after her.

"Just...my parents." Rhea started slowly. But he didn't mind, he would listen to her patiently for years if it meant helping her. "They told me I should start looking for a nice man, since I'm the right age for marriage right now."

He swallowed hardly. Was she in love already? What if it wasn't him? What would he do if it wasn't him? "And what seems to be the problem?" he forced out of himself, as if he didn't even want to know the answer.

"I don't know anyone!" she cried out. It wasn't entirely true though. Her heart already picked a certain raven someone, but her insecurities blinded her so much she didn't even consider him liking her back as an option.

"I'd have to go out and impress someone and...to be honest, who in the world would be impressed by me." the last word harboured so much disgust in it, it made Diaval frown deeply.

"What do you mean?" he asked, genuinely confused. Rhea sighed sadly "Look at me. Look at everything else around us. How can I compare to the beauty that is this world? How can I impress someone when I'm just...so...ugly."

Oh no. She didn't. No, no, no, no, he wasn't going to let her talk about herself that way.

Diaval gently grasped her chin and made her look at him "Listen here Rhea and listen closely. You can't compare to anything? For me It's more like nothing can compare to you, because you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Prettier than any flower, star or even the moon itself. You are better than flying, everything about you is so otherworldly I can't put it into words."

His voice lowered to nearly a whisper "You don't have to impress or catch anyone's attention. You already have. I'm afraid, Rhea, that you've captured my heart. I don't know if I'll be a good enough suitor for you, but I will try my best...if you'll have me?" his eyes filled with hope met hers filled with tears.

She couldn't get the right words out, she just nodded her head and hugged him tightly.

And as they laid there in a tight embrace, under the starry night, she whispered to him "I wouldn't have anyone else."

#Diaval #Aurora #Maleficent #Diaval x reader #Diaval x oc #tw #insecure reader #insecure oc #body insecurity

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witching-hourglass · 3 years

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ok animal terms are awesome

sound names

prairie dogs, seals, and dogs bark

moose, rinoceroses, buck deer, alligators, crocodiles, and okapis bellow

doe deer, fawn deer, sheep, giraffes, goats, and calf elk bleat

bull elk and swans bugle

bees, flies, hornets, and mosquitoes buzz

quails call

ravens, rooks, and crows caw

magpies and monkeys chatter

cicadas, crickets, grasshoppers, hermit crabs, locusts, crabs, and songbirds chirp

songbirds chirrup

kangaroos chortle

linnets chuckle

dolphins click

chickens cluck

pidgeons coo

geckos, frogs, and toads croak

swans cry

ferrets dook

turkeys gobble

walruses groan

badgers, hippopotamuses, dogs, wolves, bears, and big cats growl

#hedgehogs sound like fucking static and im terrified #crocodile bellows sound like ...#just listen #giraffe hums are im pretty certain a sound thats used in every horror movie #hippopotamuses is the correct plural of hippopotamus #moose is the plural of moose

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agentsterling · 4 years

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name: Deshi middle name: Techincally Deshi isn't my real name but the middle name I use with it is Desh... Deshi Desh Deshington. gender: female star sign: Virgo height: I don't know so I usually just say 5'4'' sexuality: Sort of grey asexual? But usually just identify as heterosexual. favourite animal: Dog. Dog. Dog. Dog. DOG. But also crows. house: Ravenclaw (CAW CAW)

sleep: Um, I try for 8 hours. Doesn't always work out that way. time: 4:59 dogs or cats: DOG

grab one book nearest to you and turn to page 23. what’s line 17? 'Very soon Violette and Etienne began to talk of marriage.' - From Violette Szabo 'The life that I have' which is a great book about a real life female spy in WWII. She's basically a real life Peggy Carter. ever had a poem or a song written about you? Probably, but I can't think of many examples. I had a song commissioned for me a few years back. It's called "<3" and it's on the website songstowearpantsto.com. when was the last time you played air guitar? The last time I listened to Ninja Sex Party in the car with my husband. put your itunes whatever on shuffle. what are the first 6 songs that popped up? I don't have itunes so I'll do it to my spotify playlist I'm currently listening to. It's one of my Sterling playlists to get me in rp mood. I just haven't met you yet - Michael Buble Tell me, Tell Me Baby - N'sync Crazy little thing called love - Michael Buble Anchor - Mindy Gledhill Something Stupid - Michael Buble Sh-Boom - The Chords (My favorite version of one of my favorite songs)

Sorry, I didn't know there was so much Michael Buble on this playlist. lol It's my 'Erikson in Love' playlist. dream job: Right now? Mom. My husband and I are trying right now. why I made a tumblr: Um... Let's see. I had a personal tumblr years and years ago. I kept liking posts by someone rping as the cellist that Coulson was dating and I got a private message, in character, from Coulson telling me I was under surveillance for stalking her. I thought it was hilarious. After chatting with them for a while, I made a Steve Rogers account names soldier-out-of-time. I played him for a while and rped with a lot of SHIELD agents. I jokingly made one up as an NPC agent for the background of an rp I was doing and... I couldn't sleep that night. I just kept fleshing out his character. The next day he had a tumblr and Agent Sterling was born. Funny, I had never seen Archer when I made him so I feel sort of bad I took a good url from a potential Archer rper. lol

blankets you sleep with: 2. Normal comforter and a weighted blanket. But I'm so restless when I sleep I end up kicking the weighted one away. reasons for my url: His name is Sterling and he's an agent. It fit?

who is your celebrity crush? Easily Clark Gregg and Haley Atwell. what’s a sound you hate; sound you love? Hate: BEES. I'm TERRIFIED of bees flying in my ears... and laying eggs in my brain... My grandma told me that could happen so now whenever a bee buzzes by my ear I have an anxiety attack and cover my ears til it leaves. Love: My dog makes this noise when he yawns my husband and I call "Tiny screams".

do you believe in ghosts? Yes. how about aliens? Probably. I was super scared of them as a child. My brother told me the headlights from cars reflecting in my room at night were alien search lights and they were coming to get me. I think it’s silly to assume we are the only creatures in the universe. do you drive? I do but I have a lot of driving anxiety when going somewhere I've never been or if I have a passenger. what was the last book you read? Um... I think it was Llewellyn's Little Book of Halloween by Mickie Mueller. My friends grandmother gave it to me and it's adorable. do you like the smell of gasoline? Not really. what was the last movie you saw? I... don't remember. Wait no, maybe the first muppets movie. what’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? Um... I broke my arm when I was really little. More recently I got hit by a car on a cross walk and my hip did this weird popping thing for a while after and I couldn't sleep on it for a while. But I'm over that now. I jammed my wrist playing roller derby a few years back and my wrist still hurts from time to time from that so that one actually persisted the longest. do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? Yes. I remember every person who has ever picked on me ever.

tagged by: @shieldshawk

tagging: @agentbrompton, @schwartzkatz, @imxthexhandler, @agecfmiracles

And anyone who wants to do this

#ooc #outoftoner #mun

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monstrousvoice · 1 year

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Anon returns.

Think omens have to moisturize their horns to keep them from cracking? Like animals with horns generally wear them down enough or grow them in such a way that chips and nicks don't hurt them. Like the main artery that goes into the horns are separated a bit by layers of the horns. And omen horns seem to have a flesh and blood core to them, which is probably why they bleed so heavily when removed/shaved down in the case of adult omens we see with stubs on their bodies. Point being cracks in the horns could very well hurt so care is needed, but most that survive are deffo not getting that care.

I just... keep imagining Morgott not tending to his horns and being bitterly fine when/if they snap or break at the ends because it's a few inches less the reminder of what he is. Or he purposely files down the ones over his good eye to keep the scab there/force those horns to grow in plates instead. But they're also a cooling system for his body, like in goats, which he needs due to his fur.

Also this is an excuse to imagine someone who knows about caring for livestock horns to go "you need vitamins and crack sealing paste stat oh my god how are these not infected" and just take care of him.

Bonus thought is that Mohg's horns are healthy expressly because if he has the dignity to wear fancy robes and a neat little pj set under them, he probably takes the time to groom himself by polishing them where he can. There's a set of brushes he has specifically for this purpose.

I'm just consumed with very niche thoughts and none of my friends know elden ring things so i must share them

I welcome your messages and thoughts anon!! Feel free to bring uo ideas and topics!

I do think that Omen horns are based of of goat horns too! Whether it be wild or domestic goats I wouldn't really be able to tell. I do have my own personal headcanon on the horns above Morgott's eyes (which I will reveal...in time 👀) but yes, they definitely need more care.

He does the bare minimum to take care of himself after all, so they aren't so bad that he would risk infection, but they aren't as healthy and pretty as they could be, much like the rest of him. He can't risk getting an infection because even if his mind would argue he deserves it, it would impede his duty to protect the Erdtree, and he can't have that.

As his S/O you have the special privilege of being allowed to touch and mess with his horns cause he does trust you. Scratch at the base of them and get rid of any matted hair/fur and you'll have 12ft of Omen laying practically on top of you purring like a motor. If you are knowledgeable about horn care, or even learn the basics of it because of him, he will let you do as you wish to his horns.

Polish and hydrate them with oils and paste, clean them and help them grow in properly. In the end Morgott will have brilliantly golden horns that glint and shine in the sunlight and leave others in awe of their gleam.

Kiss his nose and tell him his horns give him a regal appearance, like a crown he was born with, and he'll blush so hard his ears turn a dark grey.

#Elden Ring #Morgott #Morgott the Omen King #Morgott X Tarnished #Morgott X Reader #sorry this took awhile to answer this writers block is kicking my ass hard #but I do love the idea of taking care of this big studdly hubby #Bee buzzing and crow cawing

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wildshadowtamer · 5 years

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Nature

Sorry for posting such a short and useless story, I wanted to go into detail about Buzz and decided to show his nature-loving side, even if he is lazy.

Buzz is from @meadowlarkkitties

The Large Cat laid in the blooming garden, roses and lilac bushes decorating the space, it was early noon, and the sun was high up in the sky, perfect time to relax. This Cat had beautiful dull orange fur, little spots of grey coated his tail and paws. He had shining white bones that nearly glowed in the sunlight, and a bright orange hoodie matching his oak brown shorts.

His name was Buzz, and he was a Honey Fold, a strange type of Scottish Fold that had a typically laid-back and lazy nature. He was no different, bathing in the daylight and enjoying the warmth on the lazy summer day. Bees buzzed around him as they gathered pollen from the flowers and buzzed happily back to the beehive over the fence. He had grown quite fond of the bees, as they did this every day at the same time without fail, some even land on him from time to time. This day wasn't anything weird or unusual, just the typical summer routine.

Some Goldfinches and Starlings flew overhead, a crow landing on the roof to peck around. Buzz smiled at his new feathery friend, then redirecting his attention to a little ladybug that crawled onto his hand, he carefully placed it into the nearest bush and laid back down, watching out for any little bugs he could accidentally hurt. A Magpie landed a foot or so away from him and cawed, hopping around for anything shiny, Buzz purred and carefully approached the Magpie, some bird food in his hand that he kept in his pocket.

The Magpie locked eyes with Buzz as he threw some of the food next to its feet, it started pecking it up thankfully, and Buzz relaxed, slowly reaching out to pet it. It purred and looked up at Buzz once more before nodding and flying off. He watched his friend fly off before getting to his back paws and refilling the bird feeder that sat at the start of the garden, then yawning and dropping back to all fours, curling up in his previous relaxation spot and falling asleep.

#Honey Fold #Kittybitty #Short Story #Nature story #bittybones #my writing

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iamsaha · 6 years

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Waltz

Jean opened her left eye first and then her right. She always woke up like that. Picked it up from her Mom. Both their bodies liked to wake up as slowly as possible. With both eyes open, she was now able to see across her room to the calendar on her door. She wasn’t so foolish as to forget her own birthday, but she still had it circled in red pen with a cake doodled in the middle.

It was 8:00 A.M. That meant Jean had been 12 for 8 hours already. She jumped out of her bed like she had springs on her rear and went through her morning routine as quickly as possible. Once her hair was done - she went with a ponytail today - and teeth had been brushed, Jean ran down the stairs. Her socks nearly made her slip on the wood but she kept her balance. What kind of dancer would she be if her body didn’t listen to her orders?

“Happy Birthday, lovely!” Her Dad hugged her. He had the stomach of a rich man, making it always nice to hug him. Like belly flopping onto a gel-filled beanbag and sinking into its kindness.

“Thanks, Dad.” Jean smiled, her chin resting on his chest as she looked up at him. “Where’s Mama?”

“In the kitchen making your birthday pancakes.” He let go of her and kissed the top of her head. “I will see you two tonight for dinner. Bye, Lucille!” He called over his shoulder to his wife as he walked to the front door.

Jean waved him off before going to the kitchen and sitting at the table. “Good morning, Mama.”

“Good morning, lovely.” Lucille set the plate of pancakes in front of Jean. The one on the top of the stack had been given a whip cream face. If she had been paying attention, Jean would have seen that the face was actually a skull. “Happy Birthday!”

“Thank you.” Jean spoke around the pancake, syrup, and whip cream. A laudable feat considering how small her mouth was.

“Slowly!” Lucille shook her head and laughed. “You’ve got plenty of time. No need to inhale your food.”

“I’ve waited for five years for this day.” Jean started on her second pancake. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”

“You’re that excited to be 12?” Lucille attempted to look curious but her eyes twinkled knowingly.

“No!” Jean, being only 12, fell for the bait. “Your promise!”

“What promise?”

“You said I could meet your dance teacher on my twelfth birthday.” Jean deflated. “Did you forget?”

“No, lovely. I didn’t forget.” Seeing her daughter’s voice go quiet made her regret the teasing. So sensitive. Just like her Dad. “I was just playing with you.”

“Good.” Jean finished the third pancake and put the plate in the sink. “Let’s go!”

“Go?” Lucille remained in her seat. “You’re meeting him. Not me.”

“But how am I supposed to get there? I can’t drive.” Jean said. Then she brightened. “Are you letting me drive myself?”

“Of course not. You’re walking.”

“He lives in the neighborhood?”

“Not exactly.” Lucille rested her head on her hand. She looked sad. Like she was thinking of an old friend. “Do you trust me?”

“Yep.”

Lucille knew that Jean wasn’t nearly old enough to truly understand trust. Still felt nice. “Then I need you to walk three blocks east, three blocks north, then three blocks west.”

It took Jean a minute to run through what that entailed. “Can’t I just walk three blocks north from here?”

“Nope.” Lucille laughed. “Trust me.”

“Okay...” Jean shrugged.

This is why you had to be twelve to first meet Lucille’s dance teacher. Old enough to safely make the walk on their own. Young enough to blindly trust their parents. Lucille undid the necklace she was wearing and motioned for Jean to stand in front of her. “This is your birthday gift.”

“But this is yours.” Jean didn’t look like she would willingly return the necklace if her Mom wanted her to. She was raised right though. She would give it back if asked.

“Not anymore.” Lucille sighed. The gold necklace itself wasn’t important. It was the pendant dangling from it that meant anything. Shaped to look like a coffin and set with small emeralds, it was a morbid gift to give a twelve year old. Lucille didn’t care and neither did Jean. “After you go three blocks east, three blocks north, and then three blocks west you’ll see an iron gate. Walk through it.”

Jean put the necklace on and flinched. Was that laughter she had heard? It sounded so happy.

“You’ll be scared after you walk through.” Lucille continued, pretending she didn’t notice Jean jump. She had done the same thing when her Dad had given her the necklace. “You don’t need to be. Past those gates is the safest place in the world.” Lucille held a pinky out. “Nothing bad can happen to you there.”

“Okay, Mama.” Jean wrapped her pinky around Lucille’s.

Lucille kissed her daughter’s finger before letting go. “See you in the evening, lovely.”

Jean hugged her and left the house. You wouldn’t find any butterflies in her stomach but you may find a hundred bumblebees buzzing around. With flying insects in her belly, Jean marched steadily east. In the morning she had felt like skipping. Her Mom was an amazing dancer, even appearing on TV shows and teaching famous people. After taking her first dance class at age seven, she had asked her Mom if she could meet the person who taught her. Lucille had smiled and said, “Of course, lovely. I promised him that he’d get to meet you.”

Jean marched north. As if she was actually walking up to the arctic circle, a wind flew past her that chilled her down to her bones. It didn’t seem to care that she was wearing a thick sweater. After the wind finished tugging on her ponytail and drying her lips, it moved on to bother someone else. The chill didn’t leave her bones. It remained, making her uncomfortable along with the bumblebees. You would think the bees would be bothered by the cold and leave but that wasn’t the case right now.

Jean marched west. With each passing step the sun grew closer and closer to the horizon. It was the morning. The sun shouldn’t be doing that. Jean didn’t notice, being too preoccupied with the discomfort of her stomach and the anticipation of meeting her Mom’s teacher. When the sun was split in half by the horizon and the sky looked like a purple campfire, Jean stopped in front of an iron gate. It looked like any gate you would find guarding someone’s backyard. This one, however, was guarding a cemetery. Why in the world was the dance teacher at a cemetery? Was he visiting a dead relative? She very nearly turned back. If she did, she would miss the chance to meet her Mom’s dance teacher and become just as good as her. She would also return to the safety of her home and not be surrounded by dead people.

Plus, all this was very weird. Jean was positive there had never been a cemetery here before.

Being young enough to believe in the supernatural, Jean turned the cold, rusted handle and walked into the cemetery. She had never been to one before but she had seen them in movies. The trees were always dead, the grass was always wilting, and the gravestones were always chipped and forgotten. This one looked exactly like that. There were even crows flapping around. A few of them cawed at her and then returned to their crow business; whatever that meant.

Remembering her Mom’s promise that she would be safe, Jean walked farther into the twilight cemetery. Brown leaves crunched underneath her sneakers and long caterpillars crawled over them. Fortunately for all parties involved, Jean didn’t see them. As she walked, more of the crows began to pay attention to her. Their calls sounded less like cawing and more like loud whispers. They were greeting her with ‘Hello’s ‘Hi’s and ‘Welcome’s. After hearing enough, Jean was finally persuaded into returning their greetings. They seemed nice. She raised a small, shy hand and waved. “Hello.” She wondered who had taught these crows to talk. Maybe it wasn’t just parrots that could do that.

The cemetery went completely quiet. Even the air seemed to forget to blow in her ears. The crows stopped greeting her, the leaves stopped crunching, and the distant bells that had been ringing stopped. Jean hadn’t noticed them until they abandoned her. Bumblebees returning to her stomach, Jean looked around with wide eyes. Was she not supposed to talk to the crows? She looked back at them. “Sorry!”

Behind a large tombstone, the leaves began spiraling. They should have been rustling but they remained dead silent like the rest of the cemetery. Faster and faster they got, rising until they towered over the tombstone. When Jean couldn’t see through them to the other side, the leaves began to turn pure black.

The bumblebees turned into actual fear and Jean stumbled back, tripping over herself and landing with a soft grunt. The leaves she landed on still didn’t make a noise. It was like being in the library but the quiet was oppressive not comforting. Tears in her eyes, and Mom’s promise forgotten, Jean crawled backward. It would be smarter to get up and run normally but this is a twelve year old girl trapped in a clearly haunted cemetery. Grown men would behave exactly the same. Possibly even more stupidly.

“Sorry.” Jean cried when she backed into a grave, head bumping into the stone. “I’ll leave. Please don’t hurt me.”

“Hurt you?” A jovial voice came out from the tornado of leaves. “Why in the world would I hurt you, lovely?”

Jean wanted to scream. She really did. But instead she was about as loud as her surroundings. Standing behind the tombstone was a tall skeleton. The black leaves draped over its shoulders like a cloak, hood settling on its white head. Three spikes jutted out the top like a crown. Jean had a feeling that the spikes were part of the skeleton’s skull.

“Hello.” The skeleton stepped out from behind the tombstone, showing off just how tall it was. It gave off the impression of being a lanky individual and it wasn’t because it only had bones. “I am the Bone King. Who are you?”

Jean found her voice. She used it to scream.

“Oh dear.” The skeleton cocked its head to the right. “I understand that I’m quite scary looking but I promise I mean you no harm.”

“Wh-what?” Jean stammered. “A-re you?”

“I told you. I’m the Bone King.” The skeleton was beginning to sound amused.

“Bone King.”

“Yes.” He nodded. “And your name is?”

“Jean Louise Nica.” She blurted out. Kids. Teach them all you want about stranger danger and they’re still going to give their full names out to the first supernatural being they see.

“Hello there, Scout!”

“That’s not my name.”

“I know that, lovely.” The Bone King laughed. It sounded just like the one she had heard when she put on the necklace. “I was referencing a book... Never mind.” He shrugged. “May I step closer or will that scare you more?”

Jean remembered that her Mom said that she would be safe here. “You can come closer.”

“Wonderful!” The Bone King sounded genuinely pleased. He strolled over, long arms swinging lazily. “Let me introduce myself as a gentleman should.” Standing a few feet in front of her, the Bone King bowed deeply while looking her right in the eye. His left arm stretched straight outwards, and his right hand slightly curled while held near where his belly would have been. “Welcome, Jean Louise Nica. I am the Bone King.” He straightened. “You can call me Clark. Everyone does.”

“You can call me Jean.” She got to her feet and curtsied, stretching the sides of her sweater out like a dress.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, lovely.” Clark was smiling. She was sure of it. “Who sent you to me... Hold on. I think I can guess.” He stepped closer and leaned in. Jean surprised herself by not screaming and running away. “Hmm... stringy brunette hair. Green eyes with yellow flecks. Small, sharp nose above a small mouth. Ah!” Clark straightened. “You’re Lucille’s daughter! She kept her promise!” Clark clapped. It sounded like two bundles of chopsticks hitting each other. “How wonderful! You’re as pretty as she was when I first met her. And both of you are twice as pretty as her Father.”

“Are... Are you Mama’s dance teacher?”

“Of course!” Clark said. “What else did you think I was? A King?”

Jean laughed. To Clark, it sounded like the bells that were once again ringing in the distance. “You’re silly.”

“Thank you.” Clark smiled. “Did Lucille say that I would teach you how to dance?”

“Yes.” Jean nodded. “Can you? Please?”

“Why should I teach you?”

“My Mama dances really, really well. She’s famous.”

The dark pits of Clark’s eye sockets stared down at her. “Do you want to be famous?”

An adult would have noticed the underlying warning. “I want to dance.”

“Good!” Clark seemed satisfied. “I would love to teach you. But you have to promise me something.”

“What?” Jean asked eagerly.

“You must give me your first born child.”

Jean gasped. Is that why her Mom sent her here? Or did she have an older sibling that she didn’t know about?

“I was just playing with you.” Clark laughed, remembering Lucille making the same face. All his students did. Apparently being a skeleton made people believe you when you said things like that. “The promise is something else.”

Jean sighed with relief. “Mama always does that.”

“She learned more from me than just dancing.” Clark said. “And you will too.”

“What’s the promise?”

“After I have finished teaching you, you must find me a new student.” Clark said. “When you do, give them your necklace and give them the same instructions that your Mama gave you.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“What happens if I can’t find someone for you to teach?”

“Absolutely nothing.” Clark shrugged. “I cannot punish you for not keeping your promise. Nor would I want to.”

“You’re a really nice person, Clark.” Jean smiled. “I promise. I’ll find someone.”

“Lucille said the same thing. As did her Father.” Clark said. “Seems as though I can trust your family.”

“Yep! We’re all really nice like you are.” Jean nodded confidently. Humility isn’t something you learn until later in life. “Grandpa died. But does Mama visit you?”

Clark’s shoulders sagged. “No she does not.”

“Aw why?” Jean frowned. “Aren’t you friends anymore?”

“Of course we are. My students will always be my treasured friends.” Clark’s metaphorical heart swelled with pride. His students were all such lovely people. “But after they turn twenty years old, they may no longer visit my cemetery.”

“Why?” Jean’s frown deepened. She was beginning to really like Clark. She didn’t want to leave him in eight years.

“That’s how it is, Jean.” Clark sighed. “How it has always been.”

“Whoever made the rules is really mean.”

“That He is.” Clark chuckled. “Enough talk about saying goodbye. We haven’t even had a proper hello and there’s only one way to do that.”

“How?”

“How? Where do you think you are?” Clark held out a hand. “Dancing, of course.”

Jean grinned and took his hand. It was warm and, to her astonishment, gentle. The tombstones all moved to form a large circle around them and the leaves flew away to reveal a polished wood floor. The crows took their places on the trees that were now draped with small, white lanterns. From their open beaks, music filled the air. It wasn’t like anything Jean had ever heard before. It sounded happy and sad all at the same time. It made her want to hug Clark tightly but also run around the cemetery chasing him.

It made her want to dance.

With Clark’s hand on her waist, Jean twirled around and around the dance floor. Clark did not have to say a word of instruction. He would move one way and Jean would know how to complement it with a movement of her own. Their feet seemed to float with how soft their steps were. As they danced, leaves swirled around Jean and replaced her sweater and pants with a maroon ball gown. Her sneakers became white heels and long white gloves covered her hands and arms. Even her hair was braided instead of remaining in a ponytail.

In his dark eye sockets Jean couldn’t see anything. As expected. She could, however, feel a deep kindness and joy. Having her in his arms and dancing with her seemed like the greatest gift he could be given. Years of loneliness had finally been banished by the ever-so-wonderful Jean Louise Nica. Another friend for him to treasure in his arms for eight years, then in his heart for eternity.

“Aaaand....We are done.” Clark dipped Jean as low as possible and then helped her stand normally.

“Awww that’s it?” Jean pouted. Already her beautiful new clothes were fading back into leaves and leaving her with her original, boring outfit. “We just started.”

“Just started?” Clark’s right eye socket stretched up like he was lifting an eyebrow. “We have been dancing for three hours.”

“What?!” Jean spun around to look outside. It still looked like twilight. “No it hasn’t. It looks the same outside!”

“It always looks like that in my realm.” Clark said. “It is time for you to return to your Mama.”

“Can I come again?”

“Are my bones the shiniest in the land?”

“Yep.”

“Then you may return.” Clark nodded exactly one time. A deal had been made. “You may return every day for the next eight years if that is what you wish. And each day we will dance a different dance.”

Jean didn’t want to go. If she left, that meant tomorrow would come. And the day after. And so on until she was twenty years old and could no longer visit Clark. She had only known him for three hours but Jean loved him deeply. Only as a child could. “I’m not going.” She pouted and latched onto him. It should have been bumpy and uncomfortable but instead it felt like hugging her Dad.

“Jean,” Clark hugged her, patting her head softly. “You must. Your parents will want you to return, right?”

“No.”

“Jean.”

“Okay.” Jean sniffled.

Her tear filled eyes nearly made Clark cry. Instead, his shoulders slumped. “See you tomorrow.”

“You promise you’ll be here?”

“Of course.” Clark patted her head again.

“Okay.” Jean wiped her face. “Bye, Clark.”

“Bye, lovely.”

Jean hugged him one more time before walking as slowly as she could out of the cemetery. Clark watched her until she stepped through the gate. Then with a bittersweet sigh, he faded into the leaves. Tomorrow couldn’t possibly come quickly enough.

If you are under twenty years old and you find a gold necklace with an emerald studded coffin for a pendant, you are in luck. Walk three blocks east, three blocks north, then three blocks west. Step through the iron gate and say hello to the crows. The Bone King will arrive and you will be taught how to dance. And in the process you will make a dear friend.

Go on. Clark is waiting for you.

-Lux

#halloween #skeleton #spookybutnotreally #shortstory #boneking

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