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vxnillavampir · 3 months

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All I Wanted .1 - Nice Shot

you thought your life was over until you stumbled your way in to jackson. being the new girl around town means that someone has to show you the ropes and what to expect on patrols.

pairing: ellie williams x afab!reader

content warnings: some violent themes, reader takes out a couple of dudes and infected, joel makes an appearance, reader has relations with a man (briefly mentioned, barely even an aspect of the story), bad writing, not proofread. even though it's not smut, please be 18+ when interacting with my account thank you <3

a/n: hi…so i originally posted a little snippet of this on my old blog, in case this seems like something you have read before! i decided to just post the full chapter here. this is part of a multi part series i have in my drafts. who knows if the other parts will see the light of day.

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November.

The ice-cold water being thrown in your face is what woke you up.

"We're going to need you to start talking." A blurred man kept pacing back and forth in front of you, his southern accent distinct. You shake your head to come to your senses and notice that your hands are tied behind you. The room you were in was dimly lit, the limited daylight peeking through the windows. What time is it? How long were you out? "Tommy take it easy," said another man with the same accent, "she's just a kid."

"I’m not a kid." You spat out.

"So, she speaks." The one that was apparently named Tommy knelt down in front of you. "Who are you? Where did you come from?" His voice was stern.

"California." Your voice sounded pretty groggy, and you cleared your throat to try and get yourself together.

"Jackson is a long way aways...what brought you all the way out here?" You glanced over at the other man who had his arms crossed. He was comfortably leaning against the wall waiting for you to answer. "I had to get out."

"You were...in pretty bad shape when I found you out on the trails. Are you infected?" The other man spoke up.

Tommy jolted up and stormed over to the mystery man. "You didn't even check to see if she was infected? What the hell is wrong with you, Joel!"

"I didn't see any bites when I picked her up..."

"I'm not. I was only passed out because I hadn't eaten in a few days..." Your stomach chimed in at the perfect time and both men looked over at you, relaxing a bit.

Joel sighed and uncrossed his arms. "You can eat when we figure out if you're going to be a problem or not." A problem? You guys are the ones that tied me up! You thought. "I don't mean to be any trouble. You can untie me, and I'll be on my way."

"Not with injuries like that," Joel gestured to your several cuts and stab wounds, "how'd you get those anyway?"

"I had to fight like hell out of my hometown. I don't feel like reliving it just yet." Your voice trailed off, feeling a bit faint once again from lack of food. The bearded man nodded slowly and unbound your wrists. Joel helped you up and your legs couldn't help but shake and wobble. "Woah, easy." He said softly and wrapped his strong arm around you to help you up.

"Hey, don't go passing out on me again." Calloused fingers tilted your chin up and you opened your eyes. You looked around at your new surroundings. A bar? Where the hell did Joel take you? "Food as promised." He passed a bowl of food over in your direction. You two were sat in one of the few booths while soft rock played on one of the speakers. It has been a long time since you had electricity. The smell of hearty stew filled your nose and your stomach growled once again. Before you could even think, you were stuffing your face. "Okay slow down or else you're going to choke." The man chuckled in front of you. "Now why don't you go ahead and tell me your name?"

You swallowed before speaking up to introduce yourself. "That's a nice name you got. As you probably already know by now, I'm Joel, and the other guy is my brother. 'S name's Tommy...sorry he gave you such a hard time."

"It's fine...I guess. This place is pretty nice...at least from what I've seen in the two minutes I have been conscious."

"Yeah, sometimes Jackson has its moments. Better than a QZ."

"I wouldn't know. I just stayed on my family farm this whole time. I've heard some stories about life in a QZ, though."

"Family farm, huh? Sounds like you're one of the lucky ones." Joel cracked half a smile, thinking about what it would be like to live by himself on a patch of land.

"Yeah. Guess you could say that..."

"Y'know...we actually do need someone to join our patrol team. Do you have any experience with that?"

"I mostly just fixed fences and made sure our livestock was taken care of. Since we were so far away from the city, I never had to take down any of those creeps at the time if that's what you're wondering...but I can handle myself."

That part was clear. You can't travel over a thousand miles on foot without being able to take care of yourself. "You could stay here for a night and rest up. We can see how you do on one of our routes in the morning. What do you say?"

"Yes! Just as long as you don't tie me up again." A dry laugh escaped your lips before you continued to devour your food.

The next day you woke up bright and early in a studio apartment that Joel and Tommy had near their place. It was nice to actually sleep on a bed for once. After you got ready for the day you heard a knock at the door. An impatient auburn-haired woman stood in front of you, her arms crossed. "Uh, hey. I'm Ellie. Tommy told me I needed to show you the ropes. Whatever that means."

You nodded. "Okay. I'll just go grab my bag." You shifted around your things and stuffed your backpack with a few necessities you might need like your trusty bow and some arrows, along with your daggers and emergency pistol.

Ellie stood by a horse that you can only assume is hers, arms still crossed. You couldn't tell if she was cold or if she was just pissed off. "Got everything?" You nodded, watching her as she effortlessly got on the horse. "The stables are empty so...we're gonna have to share." She said awkwardly. "Oh..." You breathed out and attempted to climb on.

"Here, let me help." She extended out her hand and you reluctantly accepted it. All of this was so embarrassing. You have been on horses before and even grew up with them, but your injuries made it difficult to get on your own this time. Once you managed to get up Ellie signaled for the horse to take off. The jolt of movement caused you to instinctively grab onto her waist so you wouldn't fall off the damn thing.

Ellie couldn't help but feel a little smug about this situation, I mean, she had a pretty girl holding on to her for dear life. "So, I'm guessing that you never ride?" She called out to you.

"I ride a lot of things." You joked to ease how awkward this whole experience is, hearing a snort from Ellie. "Awful joke, new girl."

The scenery of this trail was absolutely beautiful, the lively green foliage was everywhere in this forest. It was well maintained—probably because of Ellie. "Wow..." You said in almost a whisper.

"What?" Ellie glanced around to make sure there was no danger.

"It's so...green."

"You don't have plants where you're from? They're everywhere. Literally."

"California is rarely this green. It's called the Golden State for a reason..." Mentioning the state where you're from sent you into a fight or flight state. The trauma you experienced was triggered just by thinking about your hometown.

"Mom? Are you okay?" Your mother was still...a little too still. She was standing over the dead body of your father. Her head turned to meet your eyes at the sound of your voice, her skin paler than usual and her mouth covered in blood. She was infected. Before you knew it, she was sprinting at you and thankfully your adrenaline kicked in.

She chased you out of the house and into the barn where you kept your livestock. The cows mooing at the sight of your uncharacteristically feral mother. She tried to hop the gates to get to the animals and you quickly grabbed the rake resting on the barn door, impaling her with it, the rake going through her neck with ease and the sound of her blood gurgling would be seared into your brain forever.

"Hey, you with me new girl?" Ellie's raspy voice broke you out of your flashback, your arms practically shaking around her torso. "Y-yeah...just...a bad memory."

"Do you...want to talk about it?" She suggested, not knowing if you would actually take her up on the offer or not. After all, you two had just met. "No. Sorry."

"Don't apologize. I totally get it." All of the stories Ellie kept secret would surprise you.

"Alright, this is far enough." She signaled for the horse to stop and helped you down off the saddle. "Stay here, Shimmer. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." You couldn't help but crack a slight smile at how Ellie communicates with her horse. The sight of her chiseled hand stroking Shimmer sent a shiver down your spine. God, how long has it been since you saw another mentally coherent hot person? Get it together.

She stepped away from the horse and ducked down behind some bushes, her rough hand grabbing your wrist and gently dragging you down to meet her level. "Hunters." She gestured towards the two men walking mindlessly along the trail. "Let's see what you can do."

You quietly take out the bow that you had packed earlier and a few arrows from your backpack. Your eyes fixated on the stalky blond man following a slightly shorter man, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. When the man in front of him bent down to tie his boots you took a deep breath to steady your hands and your mind. This is it. You released the arrow from your fingertips at the same time you released the air from your lungs. The arrow glided through the air before taking out the unknown man with a headshot. The sound of his body thudding to the ground sent the other man into a scared frenzy. "Where are you?! Come out here you coward!"

"Nice shot. Now him." Ellie watched you in awe as you loaded up another arrow, the first arrow hitting the hunter in the stomach and the second in the throat. "How's that?" You said quietly in case there were more enemies around. "Good. Really good actually." Her words made your cheeks flush. You were always a fan of words of affirmation and encouragement. "Looks like the coast is clear. Let's get back to the others."

After everyone got back from their routes, you all decided to blow off some steam at the bar you were at just the night before. The charming place was lit up by fairy lights and candles to create ambient romantic lighting. It looked so beautiful. "Everyone, we finally have a competent person joining our patrols! Jesse, please don't sleep with her. Please. I beg." Ellie said to the tall dark-haired man with her hands held together like she was praying. "You know I can't make promises that I might not keep," Jesse said slyly before extending his hand for you to shake. You shook his hand politely and introduced yourself to everyone else.

An hour later you were slowly sipping at your whisky and started people watching. The last twenty-four hours had worn you out and it was nice to see so many people living...normally—or at least what would be considered normal now. Ellie was dancing with Dina, and you couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous at the sight of her cheeks getting flushed from having Dina's arms around her neck.

"Another drink?" Jesse chimed in, snapping you out of your jealous thoughts. "Trying to get me drunk?" You smirked at him before taking the drink from his hand.

"You caught me. That was my intention all along." He joked as he took a seat next to you at the bar. "So...wanna gossip? I know some pretty juicy stuff about almost everyone here." The offer did sound pretty tempting...

"Sure, I'll bite. What's going on with those two?" You gestured over towards Ellie and Dina. Jesse let out a prolonged sigh at the sight of the two of them. "Those two...a little bit of a will they won't they thing they have going on. I mean, I guess Ellie could use a win since she broke up with her last girlfriend." Girlfriend. That's promising at least.

"Do you know what happened between them?"

"No. Ellie is a closed book most of the time. You only know what she wants you to know." You nodded at his words and took another sip of your drink. The alcohol creates a warm pool in your stomach. "Dina on the other hand, we are kinda in an on-again-off-again relationship..."

"And right now you're...off?"

"Yeah..." Jesse looked at the floor to keep his eyes off the two of them. It was hard, he was friends with Ellie and his ex-girlfriend had an obvious crush on her.

"I feel like we're going to need another round of these." You say after taking one last sip from the clean glass and handing it to him. Jesse chuckled and went back to the bar to get more booze. If you were going to do what you had planned to do tonight, you needed more liquid courage to get over these nerves. It had been a long time since you had any affection and it seemed like Jesse would be able to give it to you. At least for the night.

So you went back to his place.

AHHHH omg there i finally posted something y’all. please let me know what you think!

dividers by cafekitsune <333

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magickkate · 1 month

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Hey, fellow witches and magical souls! Today, let's delve into the nurturing embrace of the element of Earth and uncover its profound significance in the practice of witchcraft. 🌿✨

🌱 Elemental Correspondences: Earth is associated with the North direction, the season of winter, and the midnight hour. Its energy is stable, grounding, and deeply rooted in the physical realm. In the magical circle, Earth represents the manifestation of our intentions, abundance, and fertility.

🌿 Magical Properties: The element of Earth is rich with magical properties that enhance our spells and rituals. Here are some correspondences to incorporate into your practice:

Direction: North

Rules: Stability, foundation, manifestation

Time: Midnight

Season: Winter

Planets: Earth, Saturn

Zodiac: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn

Crystals: Crystals such as green aventurine, moss agate, and hematite resonate with the energy of Earth, grounding and stabilizing our energy while promoting growth and abundance.

Herbs: Herbs like patchouli, sage, and cedar embody the essence of Earth, offering protection, purification, and grounding properties in our magical workings. [remember: white sage is endangered! and be mindful of other practices :D]

Symbols: Symbols associated with Earth include the pentacle and the Tree of Life, representing fertility, growth, and the interconnectedness of all living beings.

Colors: Earthy tones such as green, brown, and earthy reds symbolize the element of Earth and can be used in candles, altar decorations, and ritual attire to amplify its energy.

Ritual Tools: Tools such as the pentacle, salt, and stones are commonly used in Earth magic to ground and center our energy, create sacred space, and connect with the natural world.

🌎 Incorporating Earth Energy: To harness the power of Earth in your practice, spend time connecting with nature, whether it's through gardening, hiking, or simply taking a walk in the woods. Practice grounding exercises, such as visualizing roots extending from your body into the earth, to anchor yourself in the present moment and draw upon the stabilizing energy of the Earth element.

Some of the rituals and practices associated with the element are:

Grounding and Centering: Many earth magic rituals begin with grounding and centering techniques to connect with the Earth's energy and find stability.

Sacred Space Creation: Creating a sacred space, often through rituals like casting a circle, is common in earth magic to establish a connection with the natural world and create a protective boundary.

Offerings and Prayer: Offerings of herbs, grains, or other natural materials are made to the Earth or nature spirits as a way of giving thanks and seeking blessings.

Divination: Some practitioners of earth magic use divination methods such as scrying with natural materials like stones, water, or soil to gain insights and guidance

🌿 Manifesting Abundance: Earth magic is particularly potent for manifesting abundance and prosperity in our lives. Work with Earth correspondences in spells and rituals focused on financial abundance, career success, and material wealth, aligning your intentions with the fertile energy of the Earth to support your manifestations.

Related recipes with Earth are:

Root Vegetable Stew: A hearty stew made with root vegetables such as potatoes, carrots, parsnips, and turnips. Add onions, garlic, and herbs like thyme and rosemary for flavor. This dish symbolizes grounding and stability, as it features ingredients that grow beneath the earth's surface.

Whole Grain Pilaf: A pilaf made with a variety of whole grains such as brown rice, quinoa, barley, or farro. Cook the grains with broth, vegetables, and herbs like sage or parsley for added flavor. Whole grains are associated with fertility and abundance, making this dish a fitting representation of the Earth element.

Herb-infused Bread: Bake a loaf of homemade bread using whole grain flour and infuse it with earthy herbs like rosemary, oregano, or thyme. The process of kneading and shaping the dough can be a meditative practice, connecting you with the Earth's energy as you work with the ingredients.

Roasted Vegetable Medley: Toss a variety of seasonal vegetables such as squash, Brussels sprouts, cauliflower, and bell peppers with olive oil, salt, pepper, and herbs. Roast them in the oven until tender and caramelized. This dish celebrates the abundance of the harvest season and the earthy flavors of freshly harvested produce.

Herbal Tea Blend: Create a custom herbal tea blend using dried herbs such as chamomile, nettle, ginger, and licorice root. These herbs are associated with grounding, healing, and nourishment. Steep them in hot water to create a comforting and aromatic beverage that can be enjoyed throughout the day.

Harvest Salad: Combine mixed greens with roasted beets, carrots, walnuts, and goat cheese. Drizzle with a vinaigrette made from olive oil, balsamic vinegar, and Dijon mustard. This salad showcases the vibrant colors and flavors of the harvest season, while also incorporating ingredients that are deeply connected to the Earth.

Ethics and Guidelines:

Respect for Nature: Earth magic emphasizes respect for the Earth and all its inhabitants. Practitioners are encouraged to work in harmony with nature and avoid practices that harm the environment.

Responsibility: Practitioners of earth magic often adhere to the Wiccan Rede or similar ethical principles, which emphasize the importance of acting responsibly and avoiding harm to others.

Personal Empowerment: Earth magic is often seen as a path of personal empowerment, encouraging practitioners to connect with their inner wisdom and intuition while respecting the interconnectedness of all things.

🌿 Embrace the grounding energy of the Earth element, dear witches, and let its nurturing embrace guide you on your magical journey. May you find strength, stability, and abundance in the fertile soil of the Earth's embrace. 🌿🌎✨

Learn more:

Earth Magic by Dodie Graham McKay This book explores various aspects of earth-based spirituality and magic, providing practical guidance for individuals interested in deepening their connection with the Earth. The book covers topics such as:

-> Foundations of Earth Magic: McKay lays the groundwork by discussing the significance of the Earth as a source of spiritual power and wisdom. She emphasizes the importance of cultivating a relationship with nature and honoring its cycles. -> Elements and Correspondences: The book explores the elemental energies of Earth, Air, Fire, and Water, highlighting their correspondences and symbolic meanings in magical practice. McKay offers insights into how these elements can be invoked and utilized in rituals and spells. -> Rituals and Practices: Earth Magic provides a variety of rituals, meditations, and exercises designed to deepen one's connection with the Earth and tap into its energies. These practices range from simple grounding techniques to elaborate ceremonies for honoring the seasons and natural cycles. -> Herbalism and Plant Magic: McKay discusses the magical properties of herbs and plants, offering guidance on how to work with them in spellcraft, healing, and spiritual growth. She shares recipes for herbal remedies, incense, and potions, along with tips for cultivating a magical garden. -> Divination and Earth Wisdom: The book explores divinatory practices such as scrying, rune casting, and earth-based tarot readings, showing how these methods can be used to gain insights and guidance from the natural world. -> Ethics and Responsibility: Throughout the book, McKay emphasizes the importance of ethical conduct and responsible stewardship of the Earth. She encourages readers to approach magic with respect, integrity, and a commitment to environmental sustainability.

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littlemoriflower · 2 months

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Mori Book Recommendations, by littlemoriflower

Hello, dear-friends!

It's been a while since I have done one of these "longer" posts. I have been very absent, not only from this blog, but from the internet at large. School has been killing me lately, and I let the tiredness get the best of me more often than not.

However, I'd like to state that I continue to love AND wear mori everyday. not that anyone was accusing me of not doing it lmao I've simply been lacking the motivation to make more posts, but I hope that that's about to change! I won't be posting every day, but I'll try to come by and be more active in the community where I found so much happiness and lovely people in!

On another note, I have noticed more people joining the community! ^^ That is so exciting!!! I welcome all of you to our humble corner of the internet, and I hope you find peace and happiness in mori kei, as much as we mori folk do! (✿◡‿◡)

Now, to the post!

The Secret Garden, by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Synopsis:

Mary Lennox, a spoiled, ill-tempered, and unhealthy child, comes to live with her reclusive uncle in Misselthwaite Manor on England’s Yorkshire moors after the death of her parents. There she meets a hearty housekeeper and her spirited brother, a dour gardener, a cheerful robin, and her wilful, hysterical, and sickly cousin, Master Colin, whose wails she hears echoing through the house at night.

With the help of the robin, Mary finds the door to a secret garden, neglected and hidden for years. When she decides to restore the garden in secret, the story becomes a charming journey into the places of the heart, where faith restores health, flowers refresh the spirit, and the magic of the garden, coming to life anew, brings health to Colin and happiness to Mary.

Goodreads

Anne Of Green Gables, by L. M. Montgomery

Synopsis:

This heartwarming story has beckoned generations of readers into the special world of Green Gables, an old-fashioned farm outside a town called Avonlea. Anne Shirley, an eleven-year-old orphan, has arrived in this verdant corner of Prince Edward Island only to discover that the Cuthberts—elderly Matthew and his stern sister, Marilla—want to adopt a boy, not a feisty redheaded girl. But before they can send her back, Anne—who simply must have more scope for her imagination and a real home—wins them over completely. A much-loved classic that explores all the vulnerability, expectations, and dreams of a child growing up, Anne of Green Gables is also a wonderful portrait of a time, a place, a family… and, most of all, love.

Goodreads

Howl's Moving Castle, by Diana Wynne Jones

Synopsis:

Sophie has the great misfortune of being the eldest of three daughters, destined to fail miserably should she ever leave home to seek her fate. But when she unwittingly attracts the ire of the Witch of the Waste, Sophie finds herself under a horrid spell that transforms her into an old lady. Her only chance at breaking it lies in the ever-moving castle in the hills: the Wizard Howl's castle. To untangle the enchantment, Sophie must handle the heartless Howl, strike a bargain with a fire demon, and meet the Witch of the Waste head-on. Along the way, she discovers that there's far more to Howl—and herself—than first meets the eye.

Goodreads

Inkheart, by Cornelia Funke

Synopsis:

One cruel night, Meggie's father reads aloud from a book called INKHEART-- and an evil ruler escapes the boundaries of fiction and lands in their living room. Suddenly, Meggie is smack in the middle of the kind of adventure she has only read about in books. Meggie must learn to harness the magic that has conjured this nightmare. For only she can change the course of the story that has changed her life forever.

Goodreads

By Ash, Oak And Thorn, by Melissa Harrison

Synopsis:

Three tiny, ancient beings - Moss, Burnet and Cumulus, once revered as Guardians of the Wild World - wake from winter hibernation in their beloved ash tree home. When it is destroyed, they set off on an adventure to find more of their kind, a journey that takes them first into the deep countryside and then the heart of a city. Helped along the way by birds and animals, the trio search for a way to survive and thrive in a precious yet disappearing world...

Goodreads

Alice In Wonderland, by Lewis Carrol

Synopsis:

When Alice sees a white rabbit take a watch out of its waistcoat pocket she decides to follow it, and a sequence of most unusual events is set in motion.

Goodreads

#‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. my diary ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.#book recommendations #mori girl #mori kei #this post has been sitting on my drafts FOR AGES #since september to be exact #hope you enjoyed it and let me know if you want a part 2!!!!<333 #dividers by gigittamic

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blood-moon-night-coining · 10 months

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Boredom has struck (I will not be doing requests, I will only do these when I wanna)

Loverboy Names, Titles, Pronouns (1st and 3rd)

[PT: Loverboy Names, Titles, Pronouns (1st and 3rd)]

(NOTE: This is not exclusive to men/masculine individuals! Anyone can use these)

Names

[PT: Name]

(Most names are associated with love in some fashion, name origin will be listed)

Amadeus (Latin)

Amador (Latin)

Amatus (Latin)

Amias (Latin)

Amor (Latin)

Anwil (Welsh)

Caratacos (Celtic)

Cargus (Celtic)

Caron (Welsh)

Carwyn (Welsh)

Carys (Welsh)

Lover

Titles

[PT: Titles]

Lover

Loverboy

Beloved

Beloved boy

Loyal Lover

The Lover

The Loverboy

The Beloved

The Beloved boy

The Loyal Lover

1st Person Pronouns

[PT: 1st Person Pronouns]

(I/me/my/mine/myself)

Love (Luv/Luv/Lov/Love/Loveself)

Lover (Luv/Luv/Love/Lover/Loverself)

Lovely (Luv/Luv/Love/Lovely/Lovelyself

Chu (Cu/Cu/Chu/Chu/Chuself)

Heart (Har/Har/Heart/Hearty/Heartself)

Loyal (Lo/Lo/Loy/Loyal/Loyalself)

❤️ (❤️/❤️/❤️y/❤️ine/❤️self)

❣️(❣️/❣️/❣️y/❣️ine/❣️self)

💕 (💕/💕/💕y/💕ine/💕self)

3rd Person Pronouns

[PT: 3rd Person Pronouns]

(He/Him/His/Himself)

Love (Luv/Love/Loves/Loveself)

Lover (Love/Lover/Lovers/Loverself)

Lovely (Love/Lovely/Lovely’s/Lovelyself)

Chu (Chu/Chu/Chus/Chuself)

Heart (Heart/Heart/Hearts/Heartself)

Loyal (Loy/Loyal/Loyals/Loyalself)

❤️ (❤️/❤️/❤️s/❤️self)

❣️ (❣️/❣️/❣️s/❣️self)

💕 (💕/💕/💕s/💕self)

[Tagging] @pronoun-arc, @pronoun-archive, @radiomogai

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steam-beasts · 4 months

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Snowy Sea Rescue!

Most of the time, Brendam Docks was quite busy with many dockmen shouting out orders, cargo being lifted and loaded on to ships to and fro, trucks being shunted by Salty as he bantered on with Cranky or even Carly like usual.

But in winter, it was significantly more busy than ever with the Christmas rush, so there are fragile and brittle gifts being held in multiple boxes that are carried out to sea.

Salty's driver's wife had presents which were amongst many gifts that arrived by boat to the docks, and his driver was eagerly anticipating its arrival until today...

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"Fourth cargo ship coming up! Get ready lads... and lass!" The Dock manager called out.

The three dock cranes were hard at work, unloading multiple crates of different gifts on to flatbeds. Salty was also hard at work, shunting as many flatbeds as possible to the right places.

Carly groaned "ANOTHER one?! That's the eighth one today!"

"It's the Christmas rush, Carly. It's a normal thing around 'ere..." Cranky creaked "Anyway, why are YOU complaining? Haven't you ever had a Christmas rush back in Southampton?"

Carly sighed "Yes, but...ugh, I never had to multitask unloading FOUR boats at once! Even a couple years back, it wasn't THIS intense!" She panted, sliding over to another boat. Down on the rails, Salty cackled at the portal crane's groaning "Hahar, sounds like ye are a wee bit rusty in the joints, lassie!" He said.

Big Mickey chuckled quietly "Trust me, you two. Be glad we aren't at Tidmouth Harbour. Over there's probably twice as busy compared to here, since it's the biggest harbour on the island!"

"Couldn't 'ave spoken truer words, me hearty. We'd ALL be tired out if we worked thar. Har....though, t' be truthful, it be takin' it's toll on me as well" Salty admitted a sigh, the work had been a bit straining with Porter away for his big sleep. Cranky and Carly exchanged nervous wide-eyed glances before silently going back to work. They couldn't bear the thought of being at Tidmouth.

Salty's driver poked his head and looked over at one of the ships "Oi, mate! Are there any red crates over there?" He yelled. One of the dockmen securing the crates looked back "Nah, can't say there are any. What about it, pal?"

"It's for me wife!" The driver yelled. Salty's interest peaked when he heard that "Did ye get a present for yer wife, driver?"

His driver smiled "Yep, four rather large ones to be precise. M' hopin' she'll like 'em"

"Oh I'm sure she will" the Dockside diesel chuckled. Just then, a chilly breeze swept through the docks, causing Salty to shiver, his frame rattling. Salty's driver exclaimed and kept a tight grip on the handles "Woah, ol' boy! Easy!"

Salty grunted "I get cold, driver. We diesels don't 'ave fur like the steamies!"

The diesel driver sighed and patted Salty's cab "I know, it's not really your fault. It's the winter! Everythin' around you gets as cold as ice, even the sea!"

Carly shuddered "Couldn't have said it better, Chuck! I took a dip in the water to find fish this morning, and it was freezing! My fins felt really numb and sore!" She said, flapping one of her fins "My operator had to hand-feed me fish"

Everyone murmured in agreement, including the Dock manager who was there to listen. The manager then walked over to Salty's driver with a schedule board "Alright, your crate should be here very soon"

"Hmph! It was supposed to be here yesterday!"

"Sorry. Bad sea conditions were causing the delay, I'm afraid" he shrugged before turning heel and leaving. The driver groaned, shaking his head "This damn weather" He muttered under his breath.

Salty let out a small dog-like whine at hearing his driver's dismay. Christmas Eve would be coming soon, so it made sense why the man was grumpy about it "Don't worry, driver. It will be here soon..."

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It was around 2:00 when the workload had thankfully died down, there were less ships coming in to the docks, and Salty had significantly less flatbeds to shunt. So, the cranes were able to get longer breaks and so did Salty, which was a relief! Working was ok, but admittedly a bit harder being one shunting engine short. But other than that, at least they could rest.

However, the peace and quiet was disrupted by a loud ear-splitting BANG!

Salty's whole body arched upwards like a frightened cat, and he even shrieked like one. Cranky, Carly and Big Mickey all nearly screamed at the loud noise, their poor sensitive ears!

"Flare spotted!" Big Mickey's operator yelled, pointing out into the ocean. Everyone immediately looked to where he pointed, and they all gasped in horror – it was a sinking cargo barge, and its crew were waving frantically for help and shouting.

"They're sinking!! Call the bloomin' Search & Rescue centre! Anyone!" The Dock manager barked from his megaphone. A workman spoke up "We can't! It'll be half an hour until they get 'ere in THIS weather! Those men will be down under by that time!"

The Dock manager was silent for a moment before looking up at the cranes "Do you think one of you three could get over there?"

"We would, chuck! But we're all sensitive to icy water! I got all numb and sore from a swim this morning! I was only in for a few seconds too!"

"Well, we need to get those men out of there somehow !"

Everyone murmured uncontrollably, no one knew what to do...except Salty.

Salty hummed thoughtfully to himself "Hmm...it be dangerous" He thought. Even if it was dangerous, SOMEONE has to risk it! Those crew members' lives were on the line. That's it. He MUST do something.

Salty's driver was on the diesel's footplate, nervously squeezing his handle bars when Salty suddenly jerked him off "Wha–?! Salty!" He exclaimed, landing on the ground with an oof.

Everyone watched with surprise as Salty jumped off the rails and went into his beast form. The monster diesel snarled and darted towards the ocean before jumping off the edge with a big SPLASH!

"Salty?!" Cranky and the diesel's driver gasped, the cranes spinned around to see him swimming towards the sinking boat. Salty wheezed and shivered as he paddled through the water, he was going to save those men no matter what!

His three pairs of limbs ached and clawed at the water, his finned tail giving him a boost. The crew on the sinking barge noticed the engine swimming towards them and all cheered and waved for his attention. Salty grunted and growled, trying to shake off the exhaustion as he reached the barge and its crew.

"Climb aboard, mateys!" He shouted hoarsely, the cold water had seeped into his vents. The crew didn't need to be told twice! They all crawled on top of Salty and held on tight as he bobbed about. Once he made sure everyone was one, Salty was about to leave until something caught his eye – something red.

It was the red crate his driver spoke about, floating on a single, small wooden platform. Conveniently, it was right next to him. Salty's eyes widened and without word, he quickly pulled it towards his buffers and pushed it along as he paddled towards the harbour.

Everyone from the docks watched in amazement as the diesel shunter rescued the whole crew "Salty's doing it!" Big Mickey cheered, and everyone followed suit. Salty's driver smiled "Go on, ol' boy". Despite how things looked from their perspective Salty panted tiredly, his body was numb and aching from all the paddling and the workers' small, but added weight along with pushing the crate was not helping.

Finally, the dockside diesel reached the harbour and found a ladder for the crew to climb. As soon as they all got off, Salty was wheezing and straining his breath, the cold was NOT good for him. Black spots were clouding his vision, along with a mild dizzy sensation, the struggle to breathe properly worsened from the water getting through his vents. It was then he soon realised it – this may be the end.

But he didn't fret, he instead smiled and chuckled wearily "Well, at least I did somethin' brave afore I go... har"" then in a flash, everything went black. The muffled yells from above silenced, and everything went numb...

He hoped everyone was safe.

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The darkness seemed it would go on forever. The silence was nearly deafening. But Salty wasn't afraid.

"Do...do you think he'll wake up, Sir?" Someone piped up. They sounded worried

"I can't say for certain, I'm afraid. We'll just have to wait" someone sighed. They sounded a little anxious, but they were also trying to remain calm.

The darkness then got brighter, big and small blobs taking form. Salty winced and watched as the smallest blobs were shuffling about, their shapes soon gathering more detail as the minutes went on.

"Wait...I think he's waking up..!" One voice exclaimed.

"Thank the lord for that..." another sighed, sounding relieved.

"Well? Step back, all of you! Give Salty some space!" The same voice from before boomed. Finally, Salty's vision fully returned, he could finally see where he was;

Salty was in the Dieselworks! A dim light shine over him. Surrounding him were the employees, and in front of him were none other than his driver and Sir Topham Hatt. Both were relieved to see him awake, as it seemed.

"Salty, ol' boy! Thank God you're awake!" His driver cried as he jogged over. Salty smiled "Ahoy, driver..." he replied tiredly, his driver then scratched under the dockside diesel's chin. Salty purred in response and leaned into the affection, his tail softly thumping against the ground. As soon as that was over, Salty asked "So, uh...wha' happened t' me?"

Sir Topham Hatt then stepped forward "You were a really brave and useful engine, Salty. You fainted right after getting those men back on land! Luckily, you were escorted to the Dieselworks as soon as Carly pulled you out, and the employees here spent 3 hours trying to clear out the water from your insides"

Salty's eyes widened "Well, blimey..." he then looked to his driver, and it was then he remembered the red crate. He didn't remember it being pulled up before he lost consciousness "But...I didn' save me driver's crate o' presents fer his wife..." he said in a quiet, guilty voice. Sir Topham Hatt's gaze softened and he looked to Salty's driver, who said "But you did"

"Aye?"

"After you were taken here, Cranky fished out the crate. I can't thank you enough for getting it..." he explained with soft smile. In return, Salty smiled back.

"Salty...." The Fat Controller began "For your bravery, you will be repainted into a colour of your own choice!"

"Oh, thank ye sir!" Salty said happily.

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A day later, Salty returned to the docks in a clean new red livery that would definitely get James feeling jealous. His buffers still had their oil weathering, but he didn't mind at all.

The cranes and dock men welcomed him back, and all congratulated him on rescuing the crew men.

Salty was very glad that day that he saved the crew, and his driver's crate of gifts. But asides from that, he was just happy to be by the sea, no matter how chilly it could get.

"Ooooh.... don't take me away from the sea, boys! Oooh....doooon't take me away from the sea! Harharhar!!"

#thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #monster engines #ttte salty #ttte cranky #ttte carly #ttte big mickey #short story

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hollandsangel · 1 year

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Oh my goodness, Tom and #22 from the fluff prompts. I’m always so cold!! 💕

join the sleepover!

first ask of the sleepover!! here we go <3

#22 "your hands are colder than the one time i lost a bet and i had to stick my hand into the snow for five minutes."

you feel you phone ding in your pocket but don’t bother to pull it out, drink tray and pizza box balanced in your hand as you rush down the street. it’s rainy in kingston, has been all weekend and you’re worried the downpour will soak through your laptop bag.

you feel the buzz in your coat one more time, but it’s overpowered the shiver that crawls up your spine. you can finally see the house come into view and the relief that floods you nearly mimics warmth. it’s shortlived though, as you remember you’ll have to dig through your tote for your keys. you silently curse yourself for your sheer number of bags and unfree hands.

the steps have darkend from the rain pelting at the concrete and your sneakers have soaked through just a tad, leaving your soaks just damp enough to be uncomfortable. the porch light is on, and you can’t remember if you left it on before you left or if maybe tom’s home now and flicked it on for you. a quick try of the door proves your boyfriend is still out, and you think he was probably the reason for you phone buzzing earlier.

it’s a balancing game as you search for the house keys, finally finding them in the pocket of your hoodie under your buttoned up jacket, pizza box teetering on the hand rail and drink tray precariously held in your shaking hand when the key ultimately makes it into the lock.

the house is warm upone entry, and you try your hardest to shrug off all your layers as quickly as possible, rubbing your hands together in hopes of regaining feelings in your fingers. once the food has made it onto the counter and you’d gotten into new socks (and a pair of tom’s sweats) you check you phone.

are you still grabbing food? i’ve got haz and the twins now i can come pick you up

tuwaine said he’d meet us at the house

are you walking? it’s bloody cold

you laugh a bit at the inconvenient timing because you would have really loved a ride. just as you go to try and respond, you hear familiar voices outside, arguing over something through laughter.

“when was the last time you bought an umbrella?”

it’s tom, he’s the first to walk through the door, followed by sam who counters back with, “yeah, har, i don’t think i’ve ever seen you with one.”

when you turn to greet them, you catch a glimpse of harry’s frizzy hair and unimpressed pout, clearly annoyed with his brothers, “i don’t wanna talk about this anymore,” he huffs, closing the door with a hearty shove. harrison just snickers and musses up harry’s hair a bit more.

“darling!” tom disregards his younger brother, shoes coming off and halfharzardly left on the mat by the door as he waltzes into the kitchen and kisses your cheek, “you didn’t answer my texts, you just get home?” he asks, peering over his shoulder at you while taking everyone’s drinks from the tray.

“yeah, i just walked, my hands were super full,” you explain, smiling as he passes you your hot chocolate, “besides, i think my hands were too frozen to type,” you mumble, bringing the cup to blow on the steaming liquid.

tom sets his own cup down and reaches for your hands, frowning when englufs them in his own, "your hands are colder than the one time i lost a bet and had to stick my hand into the snow for five minutes."

“yeah, i still can’t believe they let you back into canada after that trip,” you tease back, grinning as he kisses your knuckles.

harrison chuckles over the rim of his drink, staring down at his phone, “i don’t think we’ll ever be allowed back in that bar.”

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HPHL Character Sheet - Elias Mendoza

Oh hey hello! I would like to introduce my boy, Elias, to the world. I must point out that everything is still a work in progress, especially the plot but here we go.

Information under the cut!

I. THE BASICS

Name: Rafael Elias Anastacio Mendoza y Mangubat Nickname: Elias Gender: Male Birth Date: 31 May Myer Briggs Personality Type: ISTJ Species: Human Blood Status: Half-blood Sexuality: Gay Alignment: Neutral Good Ethnicity: Asian Nationality: Filipino Residence: Laguna, Philippines / Brighton, England

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II. MAGIC

Wand: Elder, Phoenix Feather, 14 1/2 inches, Hard

The truth is that only a highly unusual person will find their perfect match in elder, and on the rare occasion when such a pairing occurs, [Ollivanders] take it as certain that the witch or wizard in question is marked out for a special destiny.

Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn hair or dragon heartstring cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike. Phoenix feather wands are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken is one of the most independent and detached in the world. These wands are the hardest to tame and to personalise, and their allegiance is usually hard won.

A wand of [hard] flexibility is very difficult to work with and its loyalty is not won easily. Hard wands are great for complex and advanced levels of magic, so beginning wizards and witches may find extra difficulty with this wand when it doesn’t perform well for simple magic. As such, this type of wand is best suited for wizards and witches who are gifted, stubborn, and never give up. Owners of this wand also have a tendency to view things in absolutes; black or white. Some people may find them intimidating or difficult to approach.

Animagus/Patronus: Philippine Eagle

Patronus Memory: Christmas in the village with his mother

Bogart: The deaths of his friends and family in the hands of the Spanish friars and militia

Ridikulus: Lavish and hearty parties with his friends and family

Miscellaneous Magical Abilities:

Legilimency and Occlumency Legilimency and occlumency have long been hereditary powers passed down each generation of the Mendoza family. Elias was able to harness his abilities to its full potential by the time he turned 12 years old.

Animagus (Philippine eagle) It becomes tradition in the family and the village that every successor to the title of Supremo becomes well-versed in every type of magic detailed by the predecessors of the title. One part of this tradition is to become an Animagus by the age of 10.|

Wandless magic Elias, like the rest of his family, learned to harness their magic without wands at an early age. However, at Hogwarts, he was required to use a wand, which he had initial difficulty with but managed to use.

Celestial divination Every Supremo aspirant has to be a master of the art of divination. Elias’ best application of the craft is in the field of celestial divination. Living in a mountain village grants him wider access to the nightsky compared to living in the city.

Amortentia (What Elias smells like vs. what Elias smells):

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III. APPEARANCE

Faceclaim/Voiceclaim: Atom Araullo

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Singing Voiceclaim: Josh Groban Singing Vocal Type: Tenor Height: 6'0 Weight: 175 lbs. Physique: Mesomorphic Eye Colour: Brown Hair Colour: Black Skin Tone: Tan Body Modifications: None Scarring: Scar on his right eye area from his escape with his mother from their village during the Revolution

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IV. PERSONALITY

Intelligent - Elias is intellectually gifted with a natural need to satisfy his thirst for knowledge, which comes especially handy when it comes to wanting to explore various aspects of magic.

Charismatic - Elias's gentlemanly charm and aura somehow draws people to him (even the people he doesn't care for very much *ehem Leander Prewett ehem*) but

Gentle - Around people he’s closest with, Elias comfortably shows the kind and gentle person he is. He does the same thing with his patients whenever he volunteers at the Hospital Wing alongside his mother. The head matron of the Hospital Wing once told Ma. Aurora that Elias’ bedside manner was admirable for someone his age and that could be a great Healer one day if he chose to become one because of it.

Self-Reliant - In order to help his mother worry less about him at Hogwarts, Elias self-enforces a self-reliant attitude to make sure she worries less about him. He does, on rare occasions, show light frustration about his seeming inability to indulge. On the other hand, during troubling times, he tends to close off his problems from others so that he doesn't bother others with his problems. Elias tends to repress his emotions in order to put something else that he believes is more important first like his duties to learn and to help his mother when he can. It comes to a point that he forgets that being able to be in touch with how he feels is part of taking care of himself. At worst, his emotions bottle up until they blow up and he lashes out at others.

Hardworking - In relation to his self-reliance, Elias works hard whenever he has a goal he wants to achieve. He maintains his dilligence constantly and does all that he can to make sure his goals are met ethically.

Grateful - Because he was given refuge at Hogwarts with his mother, he makes it a point to excel in his education at school as a sort of debt of gratitude for the Board of Governors allowing him and his mother to reside at the school. This “debt of gratitude” ideology and can at times push Elias beyond his limits to a point that he forgets to take care of himself.

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V. ALLEGIANCES Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw Affiliations/Organizations: Ang Konseho ng Mahika ng Nayon ni Maria (Tagalog, lit. “The Council of Magic of Maria’s Village”), previously

Professions:

Volunteer at the Hospital Wing (during Hogwarts years)

Curse-breaker for Gringotts

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VI. HOGWARTS INFORMATION

Class Proficiency: Astronomy: ★★★★★★★★★★ Charms: ★★★★★★★★★★ DADA: ★★★★★★★★★★ Divination: ★★★★★★★★★★ Flying: ★★★★★★★★☆☆ Herbology: ★★★★★★★★★★ History of Magic: ★★★★★★★★★☆ Magical Theory: ★★★★★★★★★★ Potions: ★★★★★★★★★★ Transfiguration: ★★★★★★★★★★

Electives: Alchemy: ★★★★★★★★★★ Ancient Studies: ★★★★★★★★★★ Arithmancy: ★★★★★★★★☆☆ Care of Magical Creatures: ★★★★★★★★★★ Music: ★★★★★★★★★★

Best Subject: Defence Against the Dark Arts His adeptness at martial magic can be credited to his skill and learning from back home. He uses his knowledge from then to build on what he learns now to come out with more powerful offences and defences.

Favourite Subjects: DADA, Charms, Transfiguration, and Magical Theory

Favourite Teacher: Professor Eleazar Fig. Fig has been with Elias since the start of Elias' journey in Hogwarts. In a way, Fig became a sort of paternal figure to Elias, which the latter deeply appreciated.

Worst Subjects: Flying Elias isn't bad at flying on a broomstick, but it's not his best class either. He's just meh.

Least Favourite Subject: History of Magic As much as Elias understands the importance of history in any field, the way this class is taught throws this course right to the very bottom of his list.

Least Favourite Teacher: Professor Cuthbert Binns. Enough said.

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VII. RELATIONSHIPS

Mother: Ma. Aurora Leonor Mendoza y Mangubat Ma. Aurora is the current Supremo and shaman (also known as babaylan in Tagalog) of the village coven who taught Elias everything he knew about magic. Ma. Aurora is extremely proficient in charms, transfiguration, divination, herbology, potions, alchemy, martial magic, and most especially, healing. Medical magic has been her greatest strength as a wielder of magic.

Ma. Aurora is a single mother. Her husband Victor Saturnino Mendoza y del Rosario, died in action when he succumbed to his wounds mere minutes after being severely injured by Spanish guards in a battle to free one of the nearby non-magical towns when Elias was only a toddler. (NOTE: ”Ma.” is short for “Maria”)

Love Interest: Sebastian Sallow

Best/Closest Canon Friends:

Sebastian Sallow

Anne Sallow

Ominis Gaunt

Amit Thakkar

Natsai Onai

Poppy Sweeting

Garreth Weasley

Imelda Reyes

Samantha Dale

Best/Closest OC Friend: Cassius Shade (made by my closest friend uwu)

OC Friends:

Daniel Gibson (@catohphm)

Maya Catapang (@sallowslytherin)

William Sherrot (@thisconfusedginger)

If you guys want to be friends with Elias, hit me up! I'd love that. Elias is a sweetheart who deserves friends. 🥹

Other Acquaintances:

Leander Prewett NOTE: Elias doesn't particularly care for Leander, to put it lightly; Leander has an unrequited crush on Elias.

Andrew Larson

Everett Clopton

Enemy:

Ranrok

Victor Rookwood

Theophilus Harlow

Dormmates:

Cassius Shade

Amit Thakkar

Everett Clopton

Andrew Larson

Pets: Cesar, a stray kneazle he found on rainy day at Hogsmeade in Year 3.

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VIII. PERSONAL TRIVIA

Elias developed a liking for hot chocolate in Britain as it reminded him of tsokolate tablea from back home in the Philippines. (More on it in the miscellaneous section).

Elias is a talented musician. He's especially gifted on the piano, guitar, and the bandurria (as in Marcin Patrzalek levels of gifted). Elias also has an incredible tenor singing voice. He trained in music as a child but still plays music once in a while to release stress. He'd never admit to it, but he uses these talents to make potential lovers swoon. *ehem Sebastian ehem*

Speaking of Sebastian and music, Elias once played music for Sebastian on his guitar. He played Frederick Chopin's Nocturne Op. 9, No. 2 on the guitar because Elias thinks this song describes the joy and love he feels for Sebastian. 🥹

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IX. BACKGROUND/HISTORY (WORK IN PROGRESS!!!!)

WARNING: Canon revisionism and mentions of the Spanish colonial period in the Philippines are in effect. If you feel strongly against it, well, kindly submit a complaint to 1-800-I-DONT-CARE.

Pre-Hogwarts:

Childhood

Elias Mendoza was born and raised in the village of Ang Nayon ni Maria (Tagalog, lit. “Maria’s Village”) located in Mount Makiling in Laguna, Philippines. His mother, Ma. Aurora Leonor Mendoza y Mangubat, the current Supremo (Tagalog, lit. “Supreme”) of the coven of the village, was among the last magical users of their village and the keeper and teacher of the knowledge of the ancient magical arts of their ancestors. Ma. Aurora, his mother, acted as his teacher in the various disciplines of magic.

At an early age, Elias was capable of using magic and was able to develop his powers. Manifesting those powers and being the only child of the family meant he would one day take over for his mother and bear the responsibility in his village and his bloodline of being the next Supremo. At this time, he was taught various fields of magic that would be essential to his ascension to Supremo, such as transfiguration, potions and alchemy, divination, healing magic, caring for magical beasts, charms, and even the dark arts and how to defend against it.

Pre-Philippine Revolution

When Elias was 10 years old, the foundations of the Philippine Revolution were being put into place. This was putting everybody in danger, even the village his coven was part of. Because any sort of “witchcraft" and "magic” was persecuted by the Catholic clergy, Elias and Ma. Aurora became targets. (The erasure of these parts of the country's precolonial culture and beliefs were kindling to the motivations for the eventual Revolution in 1896.)

The village council heard that soldiers from opposing and oppressive Spanish forces against the Filipinos were planning to kill Elias and Ma. Aurora,. they decided it was best to have mother and son flee the country and seek refuge with allies abroad.

Before they left, Elias and Ma. Aurora packed some of their most valuable items and memorabilia from their house, including multiple volumes of manuscripts on Philippine magic, family trinkets and tokens, and many more. Elias also chose to save his father's glasses and use them as his own.

While they were escaping, Elias sustained an injury on the area of his right eye after he was shot at by a Spanish soldier. The soldier missed and shot a window by accident, but the glass from the window scratched Elias' face and left him with a permanent scar. His eye did not sustain any injuries.

Life in England

Elias and Ma. Aurora were taken in by their coven ally Marcelo Roman de la Iglesias y Alonzo. Marcelo is a newspaper illustrator, and Herbology author specializing in the magical properties of Philippine flora. Marcelo was also an Ilustrado, a member of the Filipino educated class during the Spanish colonial era, who was living in Brighton, England.

It took 3 years for Elias and his mom to adjust to life in England but they learned the British ways of life enough to get by from being able to use British currency to speaking basic English. To pass the time in refuge, he spent his time in Marcelo’s library, reading all the books he could find on herbology, ancient history, and everything about magic. He also helped out his mother with taking care of Marcelo’s greenhouse while Marcelo took good care of them.

Another Filipino and coven ally residing in Madrid, Fernando Realonda de Guzman, visited Elias, Ma. Aurora, and Marcelo to deliver the grave news that the village has been destroyed by the Spanish militia and that there were no survivors.

When Marcelo realized that he can no longer keep Elias and Ma. Aurora safe in his residence because rumors were afloat of the Mendozas’ survival and whereabouts in Brighton, he reached out to friends in the British Ministry of Magic and in the Hogwarts Board of Governors to help secure refuge for the mother-and-son duo at Hogwarts, believing that they will be safe at the castle while Marcelo began to pack up and move to Madrid with Fernando for the time being.

Hogwarts Years:

Year 3

When Elias turned 13, the Hogwarts Board of Governors granted refuge to Elias and Ma. Aurora, thanks to Marcelo’s connections to the school. In exchange for refuge, Elias must enroll at Hogwarts and complete his education all the way to Year 7 without failing his classes, while Ma. Aurora must use her abilities in healing as an assistant matron in the Hospital Wing.

Hogwarts sent Magical Theory Professor Eleazar Fig to help Elias adjust to western magic and even with the use of a wand. Elias only had a few weeks to learn before he, his mother, and Professor Fig departed for Hogwarts.

Elias was the last to be sorted in the Sorting Ceremony as he was the oldest and was sorted into Ravenclaw.

In the first few months of Hogwarts, he had a hard time adjusting to life at Hogwarts. Sure, he managed to even defeat a classmate (*ehem Sebastian Sallow ehem*) on his first day of class at Defense Against the Dark Arts but it was still difficult to manage using a wand. He also had a difficult time making friends as well since he entered his Hogwarts education very late. He even felt like none of the three years he spent adjusting to British life prepared him for what life at Hogwarts would be like. On the plus side of things, he was on amicable terms at first with his dormmates, which grew into a brotherhood he needed to keep going at Hogwarts.

Anne Sallow was actually one of Elias' first friends. She made the first move and pretty much integrated Elias into all of her friend activities with her twin brother Sebastian (whose ass Elias whipped in a duel quite earlier) and her other best friend, Ominis Gaunt. Initially, Ominis was rather guarded around Elias but warmed up to him when Elias was playing some rather beautiful Ave Maria in the music room one day. Elias and Ominis bonded over classical music and eventually became friends.

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Year 4

The news of Anne Sallow's cursing broke Elias' heart. Anne was such a dear friend and a kind soul that he couldn't understand what sort of monster would want to harm Anne. Anne's absence from school left a hole in Elias' friend group that was noticed by everyone.

Elias realized that he was falling in love with the charming, intelligent, and charismatic Slytherin by the name of Sebastian Sallow. Sebastian was his best friend ever since Elias bested him within 10 seconds during their first duel at DADA on Elias' first day. Sebastian was one of the few people kind enough to reach out to Elias and be friends with him right off the bat. It was also Sebastian who made the most effort to get to know Elias and spend time with him as much as he could.

One fall afternoon from a trip to Hogsmeade, as they sat near the waterside and enjoyed some sweets, Sebastian and Elias had a conversation that led to an accidental revelation of love (from Sebastian). Elias was scared, knowing that he felt the same for Sebastian but didn't know if reciprocating was the best idea. For once, Elias chose to act with his heart and kissed Sebastian. Sebastian kissed the boy back as they held on to each other, not wanting to let each other go. After a while, they decided to give the idea of them a shot and become boyfriends.

Because Anne was still ill from her curse, Elias felt a bit of guilt for, as he would put it, indulging in a relationship with his friend's brother who was worrying over Anne on another level. Anne, however, had a feeling Elias and Sebastian would somehow end up together. Her being right was perhaps what made her crack a smile the day that her brother and her best friend visited her in Feldcroft.

Ma. Aurora knew of Elias’ relationship with Sebastian through her mother's intuition and the fact that Sebastian suspiciously started volunteering at the Hospital Wing after the two boys got together. He expected his mother to berate him for such a taboo, but was surprised that his mother did not care that Elias fell in love with a man. She knew that her relationship with her son mattered more over what society had to say about Elias and Sebastian, especially during a time when she knew she could lose her son at any time. She chose to be there for her son no matter what.

Year 5

At age 15, the world around him began to change as he started developing (quite rapidly) a different form of magic that had been rather latent: the use of an ancient magic that has never been seen for centuries. He learned that he had this ability on his journey back to Hogwarts after visiting London with Professor Fig to help secure his school supplies for his fifth year.

When Anne Sallow, Sebastian's twin sister, was teetering into a critical medical condition and was losing her life slowly but surely, Sebastian was at a tipping point and was close to using an ancient dark relic that may or may not have the ability to save Anne at the expense of Sebastian's humanity.

Ma. Aurora, Ominis, Amit Thakkar, and Natsai Onai, through the ancient manuscripts that the matron was able to save, found an ancient Filipino ritual that would allow a curse to be transferred back to its caster as long as the caster is living. Elias chose to participate in the ritual with his mother in order to save Anne Sallow, while Sebastian and Ominis waited outside the Hospital Wing anxiously. The ritual produced a specter of an dark and mangy street dog, ridden with ticks that carried the curse that haunted Anne. Ma. Aurora commanded the dog to find Victor Rookwood and infect him. The curse was successful, given how Victor Rookwood was constantly in pain upon his final confrontation with Elias outside Olivanders.

Solomon Sallow was obliviated, removing any memory he had of the battle at the catacombs, to protect Elias' and Sebastian's enrollment status at the school. Matilda Weasley was made aware of the situation but chose to shelf the incident, happy that Anne Sallow was saved but concerned over Elias and Sebastian's journey to achieve it. Professor Weasley granted mercy to the boys but warned them that she will not take future dalliances with dark magic as leniently next time.

Elias' final battle with Ranrok was watched by Sebastian (who was anxious the entire time and frustrated over not being able to do anything to help), Amit, Ominis (who relied on Amit's narration of events), the wheelchair-bound Natty, Poppy, and Garreth in the Map Chamber with the other professors. When the professors moved in to help battle the goblin armies, Herbology professor Mirabel Garlick and Deek the house-elf were tasked to watch over Elias' friends as they all watched the battle unfold on the floors of the Map Chamber. It seemed all hope was nearly lost when Elias sustained a critical hit from Ranrok's dragon, but Elias was able to strike back and win the battle for good.

To this day, nobody knows if Elias took the power of the repository for himself or if he let it lie where it lay.

Elias' victory over Ranrok in the final battle of the repository cost him his mentor, Professor Fig, who died peacefully in Elias' arms. The professors found them and were shocked and heartbroken to see their colleague and friend dead. Elias grieved, feeling as if his only father figure has been ripped away from him.

Eventually, Elias and Sebastian found time to process all the events that happened to them together and talk about their future. After everything they went through, they decided to stick together and keep going.

Post-Hogwarts:

Elias eventually graduated at the top of his class and found a job as a Curse-breaker for Gringotts. He and Sebastian eventually decide to move (with Ominis) to London to be closer to work. The trio, along with Ministry poacher hunters Natty and Poppy, astronomer Amit, chaser Imelda, and the rest of the gang, would get together once in a while to catch up and have fun like they were kids again.

Given how he and his mother no longer had the Village to return to, they decided it was best to have new lives in England. Ma. Aurora stayed at Hogwarts and continued her work as an assistant matron and eventually became the head matron of the Hospital Wing. She couldn't place a finger on it, but working as a healer seemed to give her more peace than when she was the head of the coven; and so, she chose the more peaceful path in her life. She eventually tutors Anne Sallow, who chooses to become a healer herself at Hogwarts after much work experience at St. Mungo's. Elias still kept in touch with his mother.

Elias eventually married Sebastian and they had three children: two boys (Eleazar Alfonso and Santiago Vittorio) and a girl (Leonora Anne), with the latter two being named after Eleazar Fig; Elias' father, Victor; Elias’s mother, Ma. Aurora Leonor; and, Anne Sallow, respectively. Eleazar and Leonora were sorted into Ravenclaw while the middle child Santiago was put in Slytherin.

After exciting careers that took them around the world, the two settled in Brighton. They settled in the home that was previously owned by Elias' old family friend, Marcelo de la Iglesias, after the latter chose to settle in Paris, France permanently.

When life calmed down for Elias and Sebastian as the kids grew up, It was during this time that Elias decided to turn all of what he learned of the ancient magic he learned from his former coven and from his time as a Keeper of ancient magic at Hogwarts into a book, supported by Sebastian and his intensive habit cross-referencing. The notes have been completed and a manuscript was finished, shelved away with hopes to turn them into a book.

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X. ETYMOLOGICAL/REFERENTIAL TRIVIA

Elias’ village, Ang Nayon ni Maria (Maria’s Village), is hidden remotely away in Mount Makiling in the province of Laguna. The village acted as a place of refuge for many magical families. The name Maria is a reference to Maria Makiling, the mountain guardian and deity who protects the aforementioned mountain and its bounty.

Elias developed a liking for hot chocolate in Britain as it reminded him of tsokolate tablea from back home in the Philippines. Tablea are (literally) tablets of roasted, ground, and molded fermented pure (100%) cacao beans. Preparation for tsokolate tablea is different from European hot chocolate, in which the end result of tsokolate tablea is a thicker and richer beverage compared to the European version.

Elias’ “debt of gratitude” is a reference to a common Filipino trait called “utang na loob”, which literally translates to “a debt of one’s inner self”. In Filipino psychology, “utang na loob” is an “accomodative surface value” wherein one accommodates what the world wants. “Utang na loob” is rooted in the essence of obligation to repay a debt that is beyond an ordinary debt or the Western notion of owing a favor. In Elias’ case, he’s attempting to repay debt that is impossible to quantify (ie. his being granted refuge at Hogwarts).

The ancient Filipino ritual Ma. Aurora uses to heal Anne is inspired by the 2022 Filipino-Irish psychological thriller film, Nocebo, directed by Lorcan Finnegan and starring Eva Green and Chai Fonacier. The film revolves around a children's fashion designer being plagued with an unknown illness and turns to a Filipino nanny who uses traditional folk healing methods "to reveal a horrifying truth" to her illness.

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WRITER’S NOTES:

Hi all! So, thank you for making it this far. I’m sure to edit a bunch of stuff along the way so yeah. Plus, I’m literally fucking with the timeline here because I… honestly could not care enough about it lol.

I also couldn't bear the thought of Anne Sallow dying without a cure. I don't have the heart to just let her die like that so I did research on possible ways to cure Anne in Philippine mythology.

Again, if anyone wants their HPHL be friends with Elias, just hit me up or reblog this post and let me know!

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Logos and Pathos (Book 3) Chapter Twenty-Six

TOS! Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Twenty-Six: Manipulative Psychics

Summary: The Platonians learn that manipulation doesn't work on the bond of Enterprise officers.

As Spock’s body was manipulated to put on his green robes beside Kirk, he had only one thought on his mind. If the kironide buildup was enough, then he would be able to harness the same psychokinetic abilities as the Platonians. And then he could protect (Y/N). He could do so properly. He had barely helped them with the Novisans, and now he was once again unable to protect them from the Platonians. Spock refused to be helpless anymore. And he refused to leave (Y/N) on their own.

I will be there for you, T’hy’la.

(Y/N)’s body was forced to sit down beside Aristos in a viewing booth. They had been dressed in a long golden dress, very Grecian like the Platonians outfits. They felt like a doll, just like they had with the Novisans. It made them angry, but although they were thankfully still in control of their emotions, (Y/N) had to do as the Platonians wanted. They couldn’t fight back with their empathy. It didn’t work as a weapon unless they could touch the Platonians, and they would ensure they were stopped before they could.

“Are you alright, (Y/N)?” asked Bones as he was stiffly made to sit down as well.

“I don’t think I can be in this predicament,” said (Y/N). They winced as Aristos’s anger sharpened and pricked their skin. Still, it was all they could do to show resistance. They wouldn’t stop just because his emotions made them uncomfortable.

“Don’t worry,” said Bones. “We’ll be alright.” Something in his emotions told (Y/N) that he was serious and not just trying to comfort them.

“Focus, darling. This show is going to be spectacular,” said Aristos, smirking.

(Y/N) had a feeling that he was serious, too.

Parmen waved his hands, and the curtains drew back to reveal Kirk, Spock, and Uhura in Platonian outfits in the middle of a stage set for the Platonians’ fun. (Y/N)’s heart clenched at Uhura’s confusion and fear. Another one of their friends was being harmed by the Platonians. (Y/N)’s hand curled into a fist. They were angry. They couldn’t let this continue. They’d fight as much as they could. That was who they were.

“Fellow academians,” said Parmen grandly. “2500 years ago, a band of hearty vagabonds on this barren, rough-hewn dance. Days of desperate hardship, of backbreaking toil…and then a divine providence graced our genius and our dedication with the power of powers, and through it, our every need instantly materialized. We thereupon determined to form a utopian brotherhood. This night is indeed a festive occasion, for tonight, we welcome into that brotherhood its two new members.”

“Not yet, Parmen,” said Kirk forcefully. “You have to convince the doctor and lieutenant, first.”

“They’ll never do it, Jim,” swore Bones.

“We’ll never stay,” said (Y/N), eyes on Spock.

He nodded in silent allyship with them. He was angered to see his t’hy’la once again being controlled. Spock wouldn’t allow it to continue. No matter what he was forced to do, he would focus on harnessing the kironide his body was processing. Spock would protect (Y/N).

“Darling, please, you’ll destroy the festive move,” sighed Aristos.

“We must recapture it at once,” said Parmen.

“I have a suggestion,” said Aristos. “What would be better than a serenade from the laughing spaceman?” He clapped his hands. He’d teach (Y/N) that their time with the Vulcan was over.

Spock’s body was forced to a lounging sofa, and he picked it up. The Platonians laughed as he stumbled and Uhura and Kirk joined him. Alexander strummed a kithara, and Spock was forced to sing.

“Take care, young ladies, and value your wine. Be watchful of young men in their velvet prime. Deeply they’ll swallow from your finest kegs. Then swiftly be gone, leaving bitter dregs. Ah, ah bitter dregs,” said Spock. His eye remained on (Y/N), though, pretending everything was just for them. It was, after all. He would go through anything to keep them safe. “With smiling words and tender touch, man offers little and asks for so much. He loves in the breathless excitement of night, then leaves with your treasure in cold morning light. Ah, ah, in cold morning light.”

The Platonians clapped happily at the show, pleased with themselves for creating it. (Y/N)’s heart ached, and they gazed at their love with such deep emotion that Aristos’s eyes narrowed angrily. His show of power, his making Spock serenade others, didn’t affect their devotion. It didn’t shake it at all.

“And now let the revels begin,” said Parmen. He waved his hand, and it was Kirk and Uhura’s turn to perform.

The Platonians chuckled in amusement as Kirk knelt before Uhura on the lounging sofa. Several times, he was forced away and then back.

“Oh, how faithless and fickle,” chuckled Aristos. “Unlike me.”

“Those who find excitement only in the new are often fickle,” said (Y/N) icily.

Aristos’s eyes narrowed. He waved a hand, and then Spock drew closer to Uhura. “Careful, Mr. Spock. Too much love is dangerous,” crowed Aristos, making a direct point to (Y/N).

“Remember, Cupid’s arrow kills Vulcans,” smirked another Platonian man, and the gathering laughed.

(Y/N)’s eyes narrowed, and Aristos glanced at them in confusion as a pressure formed in his head. He let Spock fall away, and the pressure abated. Now he was indeed confused.

“I’m frightened, Captain,” said Uhura as she and Kirk were forced to draw closer. “I’m so very frightened.”

(Y/N) winced in pain as Uhura’s fear flew over them. They couldn’t stand to see their friends used like this.

“That’s the way they want you to feel,” said Kirk. “It makes them think that they’re alive.”

“I know it, but I wish I could stop trembling,” said Uhura.

And then Kirk was forced to lean in and kiss her.

“Stop this, Aristos,” said (Y/N), glaring at him. “Don’t hurt them like this.”

“Do you accept that you should stay here, then?” said Aristos.

“No,” said (Y/N). “I will never stay here with you.”

“You’d rather stay with them?” With him?

“Yes.” (Y/N) had never been more serious in their life.

“Then join them in their show,” spat Aristos, raising a hand.

(Y/N) jerked to their feet and was forced to walk down to the stage.

“Ah, it seems one of our guests wishes to perform!” said Parmen.

“Oh, how fun,” said Philana smirked.

(Y/N) was forced to stand in the center of the room and posed, ready to dance. Spock stiffened, not wanting (Y/N) to be manipulated.

“Stop it, Parmen,” said Bones, not wanting to see another friend harmed.

“I am not directing this show,” said Parmen.

“Aristos,” snapped Bones. “Leave (Y/N) alone.”

“No, I think they need to learn who has control here,” said Aristos, flicking his wrist and letting Alexander play the kithara again.

(Y/N) began to jerkily dance. They swayed and spun in their golden dress, but their usually fluid movements were absent. There was no skill or emotion in their dance. It was robotic.

Spock disliked the performance greatly. To see his t’hy’la’s talent and passion turned into a silly show for the Platonians. It was a desecration of who they were. He felt something build up within him.

“Aristos, can’t you make it more interesting?” sighed Philana, bored.

Aristos furrowed his brow. It should be perfect. But it wasn’t. “They’re resisting.”

“Just call them back so we can get to the final act,” said Philana.

“Very well,” said Aristos, irritated that his show hadn’t worked out. He raised his hand, and (Y/N) was forced back to the booth beside him.

They smiled coldly. “I told you that hurting my friends would just make me fight you.”

“I’d be quiet if I were you,” said Aristos, gritting his teeth. He smirked. “And perhaps you should pay attention to the show.”

“And now, for the piece de resistance!” said Parmen, waving his hand.

Kirk and Spock jerked forward to a table laden with weapons. Spock was forced to pick up a heated poker. Kirk held a whip and flicked it. The violent crack echoed through the chamber, a sharp sound cutting into the worried minds of the Starfleet officers.

Kirk and Spock were directed to stand across from one another, and the Platonians smirked in sadistic interest. (Y/N)’s heart clenched, and Bones tensed. Uhura gasped as the men faced one another with their weapons.

Kirk pushed himself to face the Platonians and glared. “You’re half-dead! All of you!” he declared. “You’ve been dead for centuries! We may disappear tomorrow, but at least we’re living now, and you can’t stand that, can you? You’re half-crazy because there’s nothing inside! Nothing! You have to torture us to convince yourselves you’re superior. You need Bones to repair you, and you need (L/N) to get yourself to feel something! Because you have nothing!”

Kirk’s speech finished, and he groaned as Parmen’s control over him tightened. He turned and raised the whip to hit Uhura. Spock was pulled closer with his red-hot poker to (Y/N).

“Stop it, Parmen!” shouted Bones. “Stop it! I’ll do whatever you want me to do. I’ll stay here and serve you, but stop it and let everyone else go!”

“Bones, no—!”

Before (Y/N) or anyone else could respond, Alexander ran up towards Parmen with a knife. He froze in midair, and Philana tsked.

“Parmen,” she said, bored. “Alexander again.”

All other action halted, and all of the Starfleet officers were frozen to stare at Alexander.

“He likes to play with knives,” said Parmen. Anger filled his aura, and (Y/N) knew Alexander was in danger. “Very well. We shall indulge him.”

Alexander was forced to turn around and turn the knife on himself. He resisted, but Parmen kept pushing the knife closer to his chest. (Y/N) narrowed their eyes worriedly, and Kirk and Spock focused intently, too. The knife stalled. It changed direction.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in surprise, and the emotions of all the Platonians turned to shock and fear.

“Who did that?!” demanded Parmen.

(Y/N) began to laugh as they realized what was happening, and Aristos stared at them in confusion, as did Philana and Parmen.

Kirk grinned and slammed his whip down on the ground. “I did.”

“Impossible!” cried Aristos.

“Quite possible,” said Spock. “And logical.”

He threw the poker to the side and extended a hand. (Y/N) smiled, reached out, and took it. Aristos curled his fingers to keep them in place, but Spock raised a hand, and any pressure on (Y/N) evaporated, letting them move with free will. (Y/N) happily stepped over the barrier and joined Spock’s side.

“What the hell is going on?” hissed Aristos.

“It seems your power isn’t as exclusive as you think,” said (Y/N), smirking.

“Platonians!” said Kirk. “Listen to me: the next one of you that tries any trick will get hurt. Not only do we have your psychokinetic ability but at twice your power level.”

“Not twice mine,” snapped Parmen.

He stared at Alexander, and the poor man was forced to take ahold of his knife again and run towards Kirk. The Captain just looked back, and Alexander stopped moving. The Platonians were horrified. Alexander turned around, facing Parmen and then Kirk and then Parmen again as their power fought for complete control.

Aristos narrowed his eyes and tried to take control of (Y/N)’s body again. They faltered and stepped towards Aristos. Spock reached out for (Y/N)’s wrist and focused on Aristos to break his control.

(Y/N) was forced closer to Aristos, and they reached out towards him. He smirked and took their hand.

“I win,” he said to Spock, smirking.

“You’re touching me,” said (Y/N), grinning. Aristos’s eyes widened, and he tried to pull back, but (Y/N) gripped his hand tightly. “Now you can feel exactly what you made my friends feel.”

(Y/N) forced fear into Aristos, and the Platonian cried out as the emotion overwhelmed him. He fell backwards, and he fell unconscious, the force and power of (Y/N)’s empathy too much. (Y/N) stepped back from him and turned away.

“You used the same tactic on Khan,” said Spock, remembering how (Y/N) had fought the human from the twenty-first century.

“Khan and Aristos are both men who think their skills mean they’re better than others and can take whatever they want.” (Y/N) smiled brightly. “I taught them both a lesson about forgetting that other people are just as skilled as they are.”

Spock nearly smiled. That was his t’hy’la. They were strong to the last.

With Aristos down, Kirk’s power won out, and Alexander stumbled towards Parmen. The king of Platonians looked at the tip of the knife in fear and froze.

“Captain, no!” he cried. “Captain…I…I beg of you. I’ll do anything you say. I do not wish to die. Captain, do you hear me?”

“Don’t stop me!” said Alexander to Kirk. “Let me finish him off!”

Kirk gazed at Alexander. “Do you want to be like him?”

Alexander stared at the knife in his hand. His shoulders slumped. He knew what was right. He put the knife down as Parmen watched in fear.

Kirk stared at Parmen, and he got up and walked into the room in front of Kirk. After seeing his display of power and (Y/N)’s against Aristos, the rest of the Platonians stayed silent and too afraid to use their abilities.

“Parmen, listen to me,” said Alexander. “I could have had your power, but I didn’t want it. I could have had your place right now, but the sight of you and your academics sickens me! Despite your brains, you’re the most contemptible things that ever lived in this universe!”

Parmen took in the words and gazed at Spock, Kirk, and (Y/N). “Captain…you knew that I intended to destroy both you and the Enterprise. Yet you spared me.”

“To us, killing is murder, even for revenge,” said Kirk. “But there will be other starships…”

“There’s no need for concern,” said Parmen, and by the defeated, tired emotions he displayed, (Y/N) was inclined to believe that he had indeed learned a significant lesson. “They’ll be safe.” He cleared his throat. “Of late I have begun to think that we have become bizarre and unproductive.”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow alongside Spock.

“We are existing merely to nourish our own power” said Parmen. “It’s time for some fresh air. We shall welcome your interstellar visits.”

“I don’t believe you,” said Spock, straight to the point. “That would be highly uncharacteristic. We must expect, Parmen, that the moment we leave here, your fear would be gone, and you would again be as sadistic and as arrogant as your 2500 years have made you.”

“Try to remember that any of your visitors can recreate that power in a matter of hours,” said (Y/N) with a pleasant smile. “So don’t try anything.”

Parmen glanced back at Aristos’s unconscious body. “Yes, of course, Lieutenant.” He knew better than to argue with them now. “And you’re right, none of us can be trusted. Uncontrolled, power will turn even saints into savages. And we can all be counted upon to live down our lowest impulses.”

“You’re very good at making speeches, Parmen,” said Kirk. “Just make sure this one sinks in.” He was speaking as seriously as ever, a true captain. “Now move aside.” Parmen stepped back, and Kirk smiled. “Alexander. Bones.” The pair smiled and made their way to the others’ sides. Kirk flipped open his communicator. “Kirk to Enterprise. Mr. Scott, prepare to beam us up.”

The group looked out at the Platonians and knew that if they tried to hurt anyone else, they could handle them. And, hopefully, they had realized they needed to change to continue having the lives they wanted.

With that final thought, the group dematerialized.

(Y/N) sighed as they poured themself a cup of tea, finally back in the Enterprise and their uniform instead of on Platonius in Grecian garb. They were back to being themself instead of people trying to control them. It was nice.

“May I join you?”

(Y/N) smiled and just picked up another cup. “Of course, Spock.” They poured. “Sit down.”

“Thank you,” said Spock. He took his cup and looked at (Y/N). “Are you feeling any adverse effects from the control of the Platonians?”

“I should be asking you,” said (Y/N), gazing at him in concern. “You were the one pushed so far into being someone you are not.”

“I am…recovering. I have control once more,” said Spock. “But once again, thank you for helping calm me.”

“I wish I could’ve helped it not happen at all,” said (Y/N).

“You had your own problems,” said Spock. “After all, Aristos was quite intent with his interest in you.”

(Y/N) shivered. “I hate it when people just see my face or abilities and start flirting with me.” They sighed. “It’s just such a basic part of who I am.”

“(Y/N), remember that everyone on the Enterprise knows of your kindness and skill as an officer. That is who you are,” said Spock. He reached out and touched his fingers to (Y/N)’s. “That is why I love you, T’hy’la. For who you are.”

(Y/N)’s gaze softened lovingly. “Thank you, Spock. And that is why I love you, too.”

They understood each other—hearts and minds. And they loved each other for it. Spock and (Y/N) couldn’t even consider loving another person in the way they loved each other.

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Happy Sunday beautiful souls💜 🤗Wishing you a funfilled day awash with hearty laughter and magical experiences🌻🌹

Do not allow negative words to break you down.A mindful moment is all that stands between being stressed out and enjoying the clarity of mind. Retreat to recharge and rejuvenate your sensibilities so that you can re-enter life fully energized.Choose today to make a change.

Life is not a competition and each one has their own unique timeline and lifepath. Embodying authenticity allows for a tonal shift that allows others to be their true self which fosters opportunities for real connection.

No more negative self-talk. Be comfortable in just being yourself. True beauty is an attitude, so embrace your true self as You become empowered when you harness the totality of who you are which ultimately leads to fulfillment as you swap knavedom for self-mastery.

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[ROTG] Era Of New Ideas

Here's my ROTG Stocking Stuffer 2022 fill for prompt#5… Based on the prologue comic: What if North had made Pitch agree to become a Guardian?

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“You would put our destiny in the hands of stupid, ignorant children?” Pitch’s temper was obviously flaring, and his robe of shadows flared with it, the sleeves flapping like the wings of a fierce and ruthless bird of prey. The grey hand holding his staff with the S-curve at its head was white-knuckled. “You have it backwards! WE are the ones who influence their fate!”

The dark spirit looked as though at any moment he would turn on his heel and storm out of Santoff Claussen, and that would be an immeasurable loss.

Choose next words carefully, Nicholas St. North thought to himself. He had bungled with the mention of Manny. Too late he remembered Sandy’s warning of how touchy and prideful the Boogeyman was. Pitch is far older than you are, and he has never been a human. He is one of Gaea’s spirits, and came into being before the Man in the Moon.

It had been on the tip of North’s tongue to snap back, “No, it is you who are backwards!” He swallowed that before he could blurt it out. Instead, he lowered his voice and replied, “You are right. When I say world is changing, what has not changed is children need protection. You will guide them. You will influence their destiny. The children believe in you. With you alongside us, they will believe in all of us, and we will all protect them.” He took a deep breath and took a chance by clasping Pitch’s arm, concluding with the statement, “Fear protects, no?”

Pitch looked down at the massive yet gentle hand on his arm; his jaw was still clenched, his face stern. His tone, however, was more conciliatory when he looked back up and answered. “Fear protects, yes.”

Behind Pitch’s back, Sandy floated upwards so that North could see him holding two thumbs up, a guarded look on his face.

Tooth looked like she had bitten an unripe persimmon, but one problem at a time.

North gave Pitch a nod and made up his mind to take the plunge. “So. You will become Guardian?”

Pitch gazed back coolly, those strange silver-ringed golden eyes reflecting the glow from the strings of lights that bedecked the Workshop. “I will… consider it.”

The tall spirit bowed to Tooth and to Sandy in turn, then backed into a bank of shadows and disappeared.

The silence that followed was thick enough to cut with a knife. Finally, North proclaimed, injecting a heartiness into his tone that he wasn’t sure he felt, “So. That went well, no?”

Sandy pursed his lips and blew out a silent “phew”. Tooth patted Sandy’s back and grimaced, saying, “I agree, Sandy. I wouldn’t describe that as ‘going well’.” Then she fluttered up, getting into North’s face, literally and metaphorically. Her tone became strident. “I don’t understand Manny’s thinking, but I trust you, North. Convince me that we NEED the Boogeyman, and I’ll work by his side the way I work by your side and Sandy’s. You know how to reach me.” Gathering her cloud of mini-fairies, she zoomed off through one of the Workshop’s skylights and disappeared into the Arctic sky.

North’s shoulders slumped. Seeing this, Sandy floated over to him and laid a tiny hand on his back in reassurance.

“Have I done wrong thing, friend?” North asked. “You have known Pitch long time, just as long as Manny has. I thought suggesting balance would appeal, but seems to have upset him.”

Sandy shook his head. He sent up a sequence of dreamland symbols, and North paid close attention. First came a single ox. Next came two oxen yoked together, which changed to two oxen harnessed to a wagon, pulling it in perfect synchronicity. The final image was that of a team of oxen, all moving in harmony with one another as they plowed a field.

North stroked his beard reflectively. “You say we should each work with Pitch one-on-one, rather than fitting him into our team like square peg in round hole?”

The little golden man nodded, the first real smile of the day starting to bloom on his face.

“Hmmmm. That just might work. Do you think Toothy will agree?”

Sandy made a gesture as though he were stroking a cat whose fur had been rubbed the wrong way, and then sent up a sand-symbol of a clock.

“If enough time, yes, maybe.”

The dreamweaver pointed to himself, which made North chuckle warmly. “Better you than me, friend. I would not want to cross steel with Tooth to make her accept Boogeyman. Her skill with blades almost as fearsome as mine!”

Sandy nodded in reply, and shaped a dreamland cloud in order to take his leave of Santoff Claussen.

North gave instructions to the Yetis who were still working, and then withdrew to the half-finished room that he was planning to use as an office. He started sketching, which always helped soothe him when he was worried and distracted.

He hoped that Pitch’s “consideration” of becoming a Guardian would not take terribly long.

As it turned out, Pitch Black returned to Santoff Claussen three days later. His opening remark, as though it had been mere minutes rather than seventy-two hours since he and North had spoken, was to repeat, “But it would work!”

“Pardon?”

“My idea. Frightening the children into good behavior. You and I could create some kind of list, a list that children would want to be on, so that they didn’t merit a visit from me.”

“A list, hmmmm. A list of who was naughty and who was nice… might be more effective if TWO lists…” “Exactly! A ‘Nice List’ for those children whom you would be rewarding, a ‘Naughty List’ with which children who fear the Boogeyman can be convinced to behave well.”

North’s eyes were twinkling as he held out a hand to Pitch once again.

And this time Pitch took it. “Tell the Man in the Moon that I accept, although it would have been much more courteous of him to ask me himself.”

“Am glad to hear you will join us, Pitch.” North leaned over to whisper in the Boogeyman’s ear, “Between you and me, I think you have always been Guardian.”

“Too right.”

They shook hands solemnly.

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