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creators-island · 1 year

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I’ve come to realize this grimwalkers needed their own palisman! So here we go!

Alexander’s palisman was the easiest of them all since his hair have always reminded me of lions; Lions symbolize courage, protection, leadership, passionate relationships, and strong self-esteem. Lion is a powerful “golden leader” that uses integrity and compassion to help shift the world towards positive change.

Alexander is the eldest which means he has a strong sense of protection over his family, he also has a strong self confidence when he’s in charge of some project, he’s also the most passionate on his work and uses every recourse in his possession to make it absolute perfect.

His palisman also has Bat wings and that’s bc Bats have qualities of both the bird and the mouse, rendering this animal a symbol of ANDROGYNE; it also has strong associations with darkness and obscurity, as a creature of the night. In Christian terms, the bat is viewed as "the bird of the devil", an incarnation of the Prince of Darkness.

That way we can view the duality in Alexander’s character, being a charismatic leader, a golden statue and a responsible role model that also struggles to overcome his own struggles with being a control freak that will keep all of his teammates in the dark in favor of protecting them from the truth or to do what he thinks is the best.

Allegra’s palisman was originally meant to be a frog which represents Poison, Hallucination, Transcendence: The Alchemical Amphibian. One of the other forms of power that frogs and toads wield in many cultures and myths is chemical, or alchemical: frogs are viewed as the purveyors of poison or of powerful drugs, which can heal or induce hallucinations. Frogs also represent wealth, abundance, ancient wisdom, rebirth, and good luck.

THIS PALISMAN DESIGNS MIGHT CHANGE IN THE FUTURE

Allegra is the first youngest of the group (before hunter at least), that’s why i wanted to represent her intelligence and hyperactivity with an animal that is known for their energy but at the same time for their adaptation capability.

For some reason i also wanted to add a scavengers features to symbolize her interest in necromancy, she’s a very intelligent and curious person but she can’t let things go, much less people. Her necessity to know everything lets her to be TERRIFIED of death bc it’s unknown for her

This also led her to harm herself a lot in pursuit of understanding what death really feels like, it’s only luck that she didn’t accidentally ended up killing herself in one of her “experiments”, but somehow she seems to not notice or maybe she actively ignores it. She constantly hallucinates with death people talking to her, her own brain is trying to convince herself there’s life beyond death.

Isaiah’s palisman was quite a problem, I wasn’t convince with any of the animals was a good reflection of him. At first i wanted it to be a bird like a parrot or a monkey or a fenix, but none of them fit right for me. Then it hit me; Isaiah is a very lonely, depressed, melancholic and self-hated character. Someone who looks very thought and threatening but in reality he doesn’t care about anything.

That’s why his perfect companion would be a shark; in tarot Shark speaks of how you survive, and how willing you are to keep moving, even in the face of adversity. Shark is a feared predator, and if Shark is showing up in your life it does so to guide you through conflict and tough decision making. This creature reminds you of your personal power and the inner strength necessary to get rid of negativity.

I don’t know how to draw fishes but i did my best. i decided to draw it with fins that act like tiny little legs, just bc it looked cute, no other reason.

Isaiah is the second oldest, he can relate a lot to the others and acts like the guide they need when there’s a dangerous or stressful situations. When needed he’s the shield or the knife, but when not he just passes by calmly.

He has an unwillingness to be victimised or intimidated by others. He’s quite emotionless and steely yet always seemingly maintain his sense of calm and determination.

He’s constantly seem as the confidant, Alexander relies on him when things are getting too much for him and he’s constantly ask for guidance or help in personal matters. Isaiah is not really afraid of managing other people's vulnerability and emotions (“be and let be” ) but he would rather drown his own insecurities in alcohol than open up to the people he loves.

This leads him to an unhealthy coping mechanism in which he would close off and drink until he collapses. His self worth is base in how he manage to survive all the trauma in his life, contrary to Allegra he’s not scare of death but he doesn’t chases it either. He’s a very calm person, even if drunk he never chases problems unless someone he loves is in danger or distress.

#TOH #ToH AU #grimfamily au #grimwalker #grimwalkers #toh hunter #golden guard #past golden guards #Toh Golden Guard #the owl house #palisman #toh palismen #emperor's coven #coven heads #emperor belos #phillip wittebane #caleb wittebane #toh season three #toh flapjack

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wishfxljikan · 2 years

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me: alright new fnaf game don’t get attached don’t get attached don’t get attached don’t go to the community

me, about 8 hours later: fuck

me, 12 hours after that: god damnit I’m attached.

I can’t escape the himbo bear and the sassy child, the gay gator, trans rights roxanne and Trash eating bi bird

anyways h/cs with hopefully no spoilers without understanding of the timeline cuz it’s been a good 7 years since I decided to think about the lore and all I know is “haha dead kids” from fnaf2

personal h/cs - I don’t like the trend of dead childrens possess animatronics so what if they were their own sentience entities instead, meaning everyone below is of my own base of this h/c so brrrrr - None of these guys go off batteries / power, they’re all self-powered and self sustainable, their own wills and needs/wants

ROXANNE - trans, fight me and die if you disagree - Listens to more Rock music than Monty ever has in his lifetime - actually really wants to see what Actual cars can do and not the toy ones in the Pizza Plex - “Monty is such a fucking dumbass don’t listen to him” (instantly listens in on him) - Playfully jabs @ Monty and Freddy - Always tries to be just as flashy and out there to impress the others but they’re fine with just how she is. - hardcore inferiority complex, the others know of this and help them through it when possible. - Listens to Eurobeat / Eurodance in secret. - Sits at the racing game arcade machines in free time. - Lesbian

MONTGOMERY - Gay I C O N - Is the only one who knows Rox’s likes for Eurobeat / Eurodance - Not the smartest but has good intentions i.e giving the sassy child a gun to fend themselves with - Yeah good luck finding out where he gets those weapons - actively swears off stage - Unironically has memorized all of Alfred’s Eggman Lines - The swear jar exists only for Monty and the occasion Roxanne / Chica - Actually prefers J-Rock and Chill Electronic stuff over Rock/Punk Rock/etc... - Is the only one that plays the Dance Dance Revolution Arcade Machine out of the four - Super competitive, like, REALLY competitive. He likes watching the competition. - Sadly the easiest to manipulate, anger issues are something he’s been working on but there’s a blindspot that easily allows him to be controlled :( - Rhythm Game nerd - Yeah he’s FC’ed Soulless 4 Unnerfed, what about it?

FREDDY - Dad. - Not that dad, filthy animal, Family-Dad - A himbo, we all know this by now, huh? - These three are his best friends, and if anything bad were to happen to them he’d shut down emotionally. - Secretly yearns to escape from the Fazbear Company with his friends, he and chica have been there the longest and they want out - Has kept himself sane through all of this hell over the years. Doesn’t know how, but he’s completely mellowed out. - Secretly in love with Montgomery - Scans Monty just to call him “yep, gay” every day. - They never get tired of it. - He lowkey acts as Monty’s therapist and honestly some nights they all have just personal singing sessions, let it all out, guys. - Prefers to listen to Jazz / Pop Rock / J-Rock / Electronic Swing, taking notes from everyone’s interests - He’s slowly learning how to draw from the kids... - Bleed-in memories from the past, was that him, or was it someone else as him? Doesn’t know. - Also Bisexual

CHICA - Has been alongside Freddy since the beginning, also shares that bleed-in memory effect, very confusing - Punk Rock, Rock, Speedmetal, Trance, Jazz--the most unpredictable music genre one of all of them. - Was the one who showed Guitar Hero to Monty. - Bisexual - You realize no one here is straight, right? - The main one there with Coming Out parties - “ GET THIS HET OFF OF ME, FREDDY.” - Get them something that isn’t trash...pls--the FINEST metals and stuff like come on-- - “I miss my wife, Freddy, I’ll be back---” - Also joins Monty on the memorizing the snapcube lines - Genuinely enjoys everything Roxanne does and says

THEY. ADOPT. THE. CHILD.

that’s it, that’s the post.

edit -- oooo secret link, wonder where this goes

#fnaf sb #security breach #you can interact with this post but this is as far as this dumbass is going #Glamrock Freddy #Glamrock Chica #Glamrock Roxanne #Montgomery Gator #there's hopefully no spoilers #sincerely from a person with 0.5% knowledge of fnaf

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magicman111 · 3 years

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A Moth to a Flame - Chapter Two

One month later

Sasha joylessly toyed with the Music Box, opening its lid like a yawning mouth.

Who’d have thunk it? She wondered to herself. This tacky little thing could cause so much calamity?

How ludicrously out of place she looked curled up on King Andrias’ enormous throne, almost like the little girl playing pretend in the driver’s seat of her parents’ car. You’d be forgiven for not knowing she’d just led the swiftest, easiest toppling of a government in this world’s history.

Big blue dummy locked up? Check. The city’s army surrendered? Check. Their toad army less than an hour away? Check. Dimension-skipping Macguffin firmly in their position? Double Check.

Not a bad day’s work for a 13-year-old.

Marcy’s oversized sparrow was tethered to the armrest by his leg. A prize she’d taken for herself so she could cruise around her new kingdom in style. She saw to it he wasn’t under any duress, and the fact he was neck deep in an industrial sized bag of bird feed told her he was plenty comfortable.

Sasha managed a tiny smile as she reached out to run her fingers through the thickness of his coat. She dunked her hand in the bag and offered him an open palm of seeds; he eyed for a moment or two before gingerly pecking at the mound.

Thank Frog no one was around to hear the ‘d’aww’ escape her lips.

Her grandmother was the one she had to thank for her secret admiration of birds. Old lady had been a birdwatcher who ‘treated’ her to regular weekend trips into the forest when she was younger. This was long before her discovery of malls and arcades. Sasha wouldn’t dare admit it to even herself back then, but the ones they spotted together on those dewy spring mornings were beautiful to behold in their natural habitat.

Herons may now be forever ruined for her, but Joe—she thought that was his name—was a mighty impressive specimen. Poor guy somehow found the strength to carry all seven of them to Newtopia, only to nosedive into the moat at the end of the flight.

Definitely had nothing to do with her asking Marcy if she could take the reins in the last stretch. She and Anne were kind enough not to draw attention to it, same as they did the day at summer camp when they discovered her crying into her pillow. They were awesome enough to go along with her story that it was only allergies. She knew she had a true pair of girlfriends that morning.

Thinking about them only soured her mood afresh. She sprinkled the rest of the feed back into the bag and slumped against the backrest, arms petulantly crossed.

Here she was in the crowning moment of her young life and she couldn’t have been more miserable.

Maybe because her friends should have been here to share in this, but no, they had to go and act all noble. What else should she have expected? She always was the only one in the group with the guts. Anne had to be dragged kicking and screaming to ditch school and join her and Marcy in celebrating her birthday. Was it any wonder she had to keep taking control of the situation?

More likely... it was because deep down she knew she didn’t really want this. She certainly believed she did after they dropped that gloryhound newt general down a waterfall and when they successfully rallied the Toad Lords after retrieving Barrel’s Warhammer. Things only started getting complicated when they needed free tickets into Newtopia in the form of her friends.

She hadn’t counted on realising just how much she missed her clumsy, klutzy Marcy. Neither how effectively she and Anne were still able to work together as a team in spite of all the unpleasantness that had transpired between them during their time here, of which there was plenty. The fact that Anne actively encouraged her in taking down that molten toad monster was the rancid cherry atop the sludge sundae. For a while back there, it looked like they might really turn a corner and start afresh. All three of them could have gone home like none of this ever happened. Except by then it was already too late.

What recourse did she have when the Plantars invited them for the world’s most awkward dinner party or when they brought the house down at the Battle of the Bands? Tell Grime and all the toads who’d invested their manpower and futures in her that sorry, she was getting cold feet? There was only one grizzly way that would end both for her and Grime and the best scenario she could imagine involved heads on pikes.

... It didn’t matter anymore. Her friends had picked their path, she’d picked hers. As her mom always said, ‘You make your bed, you lie in it’. Funny how in her short life, she’d heard that line far too many times already.

Once she figured out how the Box worked, she’d send both Anne and Marcy on their merry way and they’d never have to see each other ever again.

Everyone would get what they want.

Good thing then she’d sent her soldiers to ransack Marcy’s room for all her research about Anne’s fateful birthday gift. Girl was a pack rat. She kept notes for every exam and project they were assigned back home. The less said about her laptop jammed with files of anime fanfiction and theories the better.

Plus, it was a good way to try and distract herself.

They came back into the throne room hauling burlap sacks full of parchments and emptied their contents at Sasha’s feet.

Daaang, girl, you've been in the zone.

She scattered them over her lap and the ample free space on the seat. They actually weren’t that hard to follow; colour coordinated with plenty of cutesy kawaii diagrams. Trademark Marbles.

Apparently, it worked a lot like those puzzle boxes Marcy got as gifts from relatives in Hong Kong. All it took was knowing the right sequence of buttons and zip! You can go wherever you want in the cosmos. Just a matter of finding the code for Earth.

‘I’m done listening to you!

I’m done trusting you!’

Sasha scowled, trying to push the thoughts to the back of her mind where they belonged. She shuffled through a couple more pages until she found the one titled in glittery green and blue lettering, ‘HOME’.

Bingo.

‘You’re a horrible person!’

Ignore. Ignore.

Now all she had to do was jot it down on her palm and—

‘AND I AM DONE. BEING. FRIENDS WITH YOU!!’

She stopped. Her shoulders drooped. Then she just threw the page down on the floor and sunk into her seat further than she thought physically possible.

She normally didn’t consider herself that thin skinned a person, but man, that one hurt.

Traces of bitter tears creeped into her eyes.

What am I even doing anymore?

The sound of footsteps on crumpling paper and someone clearing their throat snapped her out of her self-pitying torpor. She fluttered her eyes dry to see Grime standing there awkwardly among the discarded parchments.

The diminutive, one-eyed former Toad Lord was hiding something behind his back. He actually looked pretty embarrassed about it too, which for a battle hardened war vet like Grime was actually kinda adorable in Sasha’s eyes.

“I, uhh, got you something,” he said, whipping out a long rectangular present wrapped in green paper and topped with a luscious red bow. “Had it made especially for this day.”

Now if there was one thing Sasha Waybright couldn’t say no to, it was a gift, especially from a trusted friend. They were the ultimate distraction from the blues and she couldn’t have been sitting upright and tearing into this one any quicker.

“Whaaat? Grimesy, you didn’t!” What she had pulled from the ravaged packaging wielded aloft her head made her gasp. “How’d you know I wanted to duel wield?!”

It was a brand new heron sword. An exquisite green second shortsword that would compliment Ol’ Pink perfectly.

She stared proudly into the smooth steel surface, admiring the craftsmanship. When she noticed the girl staring right back at her, however, her smirk vanished in an instant. The captain of the cheerleaders, the scarred swordswoman, the conqueror of Newtopia, whatever angle she looked at it, she didn’t like what she saw. Unbelievable as it may sound, even the joy of an awesome gift like this was not enough to make everything better.

“What’s the matter? You don’t like it? Oh dang it!” Grime slammed his forehead. “I didn’t get a gift receipt!”

“No no, it’s just...” Sasha weighed the blade against her ungloved palm. Talking about these kinds of things was never easy for her. “What if Anne’s right? What if I am a horrible person?”

Grime popped up like a whack-a-mole behind the armrest. “Who cares what she thinks?” he scoffed. “You and I are in charge now, and we get to do whatever we want!”

“That’s the thing... I’m not sure what I want anymore,” she admitted wearily.

For all his years of training at the finest academies, his brutal combat in the colosseum and tactical expertise earned through a lifetime of military service as his forebears before him, this one had Grime stumped. Needless to say, talking about one’s emotions wasn't exactly encouraged during their upbringing in toad culture, so naturally it wasn’t one of his strong suits. Just one of the many things he and Sasha had in common.

“Huh.”

Still, he was a pretty fast thinker and came up with a fairly good idea on the spot.

“Why don’t you help me redecorate this place?” he suggested, resting his hand on her shoulder. “Take your mind off it. Cuz this right here...” He gestured to the cluttered mess in which she’d surrounded herself. “This is definitely not—I’m sorry, can I help you?!”

Both of them turned their heads when it became impossible to ignore Joe’s cone-shaped beak lightly nipping at Grime’s cheek.

“He probably thinks your warts are seeds.”

“For the love of—I knew he was eyeing me up on the ride here! There! Get lost!” Grime scooped up a fistful of feed and flung it over the marble floor, but the winged beast persisted with pecking his face. “Stop it! MY HEAD IS NOT A FEEDER!!”

It took an exceptional effort of willpower for Sasha not to laugh at the sight of her old man being preyed upon by the family pet.

Wow, she thought. Her old man? Was that how she saw Grimesy now? Seriously?

Perhaps up to a point. Okay, considering the options she had for parental figures back home, it wasn’t exactly the highest bar to pass, but it still meant something. Anything.

Who would have guessed this would be how they’d end up, especially given how they started off with her as his prisoner? Sure, it may have taken her helping him and the whole tower not getting turned into heron feed for her to be upgraded to his lieutenant, but they really had come a long way since then. There was a lot more honor and heart to the cranky old toad than she first thought, back when she wrote him off just as another blowhard with power. Now he genuinely considered her his equal both as a friend and comrade in arms. For Sasha, the feeling was mutual. A first for her.

When all was said and done, who else did she have left besides him and vice versa?

What the heck? Let’s tear this place up.

Untethering Joe, she whistled a tweet-tweet and gave the rope a gentle tug to encourage him to follow on their ‘indoor walkies’.

A cursory surveillance of the throne room told her there was a lot of work to be done. If this toad regime was to last a thousand years, the correct decor was an important first step. Thankfully for them, she knew a thing or two about fashion. For starters, there were way too many soft blues and purples. Rust red from top to bottom! She preferred keeping the stained glass windows, but they’d need entirely new designs. Hers truly would naturally feature in most of them, one showcasing her and Grime caving that narwhal worm’s head in with the Warhammer being an absolute must. The snakes coiling the stone pillars weren’t a bad touch, if just a bit too elegant for the whole ‘proud warrior race’ vibe they were going for, but she could still work with them. Now as for the throne, they were gonna have to replace it with something much more imposing. There was that super violent dragon show she and her parents used to watch that had the huge throne made out of swords. She was sure she had a picture somewhere on her phone to use as a reference.

“I’m sorry, what the heck is this?!”

Sasha could only denounce what they were gawking at as the single biggest affrontement to tasteful decorating known to man or amphibian. Yes, worse than inflatable furniture, carpeted bathrooms, beaded curtains, glass block bathroom windows, ‘live, laugh, love’ quotes on walls, rustic hearts, mason jars and nautical accessories all combined under the same inland roof.

Tapestries had their rightful place in a palace’s interior design, but the one sweeping across a section of wall depicting a gentle hearted Andrias sitting down by a lake, surrounded by flowers and lilypads was nothing short of vomit-inducing. Gathered at his feet and scooped up in his protective arms were his wide-eyed, childlike subjects. Even the fish and a lobster were surfacing to bask in their king’s magnanimity. Here the oversized salamander was truly the loving patriarch of everything the light touched. The mawkish display could only be topped off with a rainbow streaking across the sky.

Grime felt his stomach roile. If he ever needed an example to demonstrate the difference between kitschy and downright tacky, this was it.

“Y-y-y-yikes!” he gagged. “This thing’s gotta go!”

Sasha didn’t need a second invite. Besides, what else was Joe going to use to line his nest?

A joint effort tore the offensive piece from its place and it tumbled to the floor in a heap.

Dead silence fell over the room.

Hidden beneath the tapestry was... a mural. Including such a decoration in a throne room was hardly surprising, yet it was what it contained that shocked both the human and toad, so much so that they had to take a moment to recover.

“Woah,” they gasped at once, before starting to analyse what they saw.

The mural was a chaotic collection of nightmarish images painted on a night blue wall. Wild red flames spewing out hordes of beasts and the wreckage of buildings. Mountains of skulls and bones belonging to frogs, toads and newts alike. A flying... spaceship? A castle? Whatever it was meant to be, it firied a white beam up at what was unmistakably the Music Box. Pink, green and blue lightning bolts crackled out of the Box. Mesmerising orange gemstones or, more terrifyingly, eyes leaped off the wall and burned themselves into their minds. The frightening focal point of this one-way ticket to the school therapist’s office? Rising out of the middle of the inferno was the silhouette of a red-eyed, goliath-sized beast, its claws reaching up covetously towards the Box that hung right above its crowned head.

It may as well have been lifted straight from the tattered dream journal of a madfrog.

Any ideas of redecorating the throne room were long gone. Even the revolution they were spearheading suddenly seemed millions of miles away in the face of what they’d just stumbled upon.

Peering her eyes slightly, Sasha was the first to put a face to the shadowy leviathan, and when she did, she had to swallow her heart back down into her chest.

“Is that the king?” she asked, mystified. “With the music box?”

Sweat ran down the side of Grime’s nonplussed face. “If it is… it’s a really good thing we stopped him.”

Neither of them said it aloud, but both understood the situation at once. All this time they thought they’d been playing flipwart while the king played bog jump. Oh, how wrong they’d been. It was beyond anything that even the Toad Lords discussed. They knew that they had to reconvene with them as soon as the armies had reached the gate.

She took a couple steps closer to reexamine the mural more thoroughly, missed details emerging now that the initial shock began to wear off. Circuit board markings—the same inside her dad’s outdated computer when she foolishly dared Marcy if she could take it apart—worked their way around the images, serving as some type of frame. Odd choice for a world that didn’t even have steam engines yet. She also picked up the three small geometric figures standing atop the Box’s lid. An artist she was not, but they looked pretty human-like in design.

But humans did not exist in Amphibia. The three of them were the first of their kind to ever set foot in this dimension.

Weren’t they?

Alarm bells were ringing louder than ever before. This Andrias guy had been playing Anne and Marcy for his own ends this whole time, all to get his mitts on the Music Box! What did he plan to do with it? Right now, she still couldn’t say, but it was all bad. Outside of a kickin’ rock band, fire and skulls together were never a good thing!

Even Joe’s feathers were puffing up anxiously against her back. Not turning away from the mural, she raised her hand and patted his risen crest.

“I know, big guy. I don’t like it either.”

Grime’s voice rang urgently in her ears, “Lieutenant! Get over here, quick!!”

Sasha had spun on her heels and sprinted down the room to find Grime standing the wreckage of what used to be a display of armour. He’d evidently acted on a hunch while she’d been preoccupied. Judging by his thunderstruck expression, he’d just discovered something far worse.

“What is iooooh boy!”

This new second mural reminded Sasha a lot of Egyptian hieroglyphs. If there was any room for doubt about the technicolor stick guys, there was none here. Standing tall against an indigo backdrop in a neat row were the outlines of human beings; long gangly appendages, stumpy noses and everything. Some were wearing hooded capes, others were decked out in suits of armour. The couple in the middle looked particularly regal. No prizes for guessing the little wooden box they were holding in their hands, cementing their authority as if it were the globus cruciger.

Faded inscriptions were engraved along the bottom. They were written in a more archaic amphibian dialect, but being a toad of higher education, Grime was able to give translating them a decent shot.

These great beings of magic and might

Travelled from beyond to serve the night

Bow before these children of man

Or know the wrath of the—

“... Wu Clan?” He cocked his one good eye up at her. “Iiiii’m not getting it.”

There it was. Floodlights flashed in Sasha’s head. All colour drained from her face. A million and one thoughts were now firing across her brain at once, threatening to send her into cerebral shutdown.

It was at that moment she knew she’d been played. They all had. She didn’t know whether to be absolutely furious, betrayed or impressed.

Why that conniving, devious little—

That's when they heard the BOOM outside the window.

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monst · 4 years

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Hello, can I request hcs nsfw for Shigaraki, Dabi and Hawks with a camgirl?

@Namelive💋

Shigaraki Tomura, Dabi, Takami Keigo (Hawks) x Camgirl! reader

Warnings: Voyeurism, Sexy time activities, exhibitionism, I’ve been meaning to post this for the longest. :D And ya know me (Well those of you who do XD) you're obviously gonna get a mini backstory for each hc :P (Mind you I know about the pfl and all that but I like to go with the flow of the anime as some people don’t read the manga. So if you’re a manga reader and are like wtf they ain’t in the warehouse no more shhhhhh I know) Don’t you just love how my headcanon’s turn into stories…. I promise I’m working on it :’)

Shigaraki Tomura

Shigaraki was suspicious. It befuddled him when you’d come back to the hideout with enough takeout to feed an army. All of you were wanted criminals how on earth was it that you made so much cash legally? How did he piece together that you were earning legal cash? Well it was obvious it was because the general public didn’t know your face. As a matter of fact, he hadn’t seen it till recently. When Giran first brought you along with Dabi and Toga you were strict about keeping the mask on.

Key word being ‘were’. He understood how beauty worked but no one was gonna pay you for being cute and you certainly didn’t look like a sugar baby. And if you were you definitely wouldn’t spend your free time committing crime and hanging out in a dingy warehouse. The curiosity was eating at him and he was determined to find out how you made money.

He had asked. But your lips were sealed. “It would be convenient to us all if you told us.” He was not amused when you flipped him off. There was something about Shigaraki knowing that made you feel ashamed….. He persisted. Followed you. But time and time again you managed to evade him.

That was until he caught sight of some middle-aged man looking at porn in an Internet café. He had been tailing you as he didn’t want to rely on Kurogiri for this task. Not only was it pointless but also foolish as his purple mist garnered attention. But back to the screen on the man’s laptop. ‘Who the hell watched porn like that?’ The man was stupid in Shiragaki’s opinion and his crimsion eyes were about to leave the screen when he saw it…

When he saw you… @NameLive a tacky name but it got the message across that and no one would make the connection to your villain name. As he watched, he noticed a couple of things. One being that he had never seen you showing so much skin. His eyes roamed over the exposed flesh greedily. He also noticed that you were a couple of minutes into the show your fingers pinching your nipple as your other hand slid down to your clothed cunt to rub against your clit through the fabric.

He felt his breathing pickup when you pulled them to the side showing him/everyone how wet you were. Your fingers dipped into your tight hole and when you pulled them out he felt his cock harden even more. Your fingers stretched the gooey liquid and he felt flushed when you lapped at the wet strings. He watched for loner realizing that he really wanted to hear you. But the man had headphones that muffled your voice……. Well the man was wearing headphones….

He quickly walked out with the phone trying not to draw attention to himself. He stopped before he got to the hideout… It was the first time he came anywhere else besides his room… From then on, he continued to watch your shows. You were relieved when he stopped asking questions. But you were also confused with the tone of badly conceal urgency in his voice when he’d usher you to leave for your ‘job’.

He was hooked on your shows. His beady eyes drinking in your nude form whenever you’d twist or bend to pleasure yourself. Your voice was addicting, and he found his eyes rolling back when you’d cry out in ecstasy. Cumming at the same time as you was usually his goal.

He got off on the fact that only he knew what you were doing. You were a villain by day covered head to toe in fabric and your mask usually muffled your voice and that was the most appealing factor to Shigaraki. It was a complete transformation. He had to stop himself from staring every time you returned from your live, because he knew what laid beneath the cloth.

To put the cherry on top, he was the only one in the league to know your given name. He had almost used it. In fact, Shigaraki was getting tired of watching you through a screen. He wanted to look at you without the pixels, he wanted to watch as you removed each article of clothing. To watch you melt from one persona to the other. To touch and squeeze your supple flesh.

It was almost as if the universe were with him. “Hey guys, I want to try something new. What do you guys think about public masturbation? Yup I’m experimenting with exhibitionism! Comment down below which places you think I should go visit!” You winked. Shiragaki didn’t hesitate and his fingers quickly typed down the word. There was a smirk on his face when you read it.

“Warehouse?” You mulled it over. It wasn’t impossible to find a time where everyone would be away. Besides it was a fairly large place with different rooms. You smiled thinking of all the donations you would get for it. And it wasn’t out of your comfort zone. “I think we’ll do the warehouse first.” You beamed.

Now all Shigaraki had to do was wait.

Dabi

You were sitting on a bar stool when it happened. What happened? Another drunk had recognized your face and had asked you for a quick fuck. You only scowled at him. You loved your job, getting payed to pleasure yourself was the easiest money you’ve ever made. But dickweeds like the man that pestered you was a down side. You had tried to be polite about it but he got physical grabbing your arm and pulling you off the stool.

Dabi had watched on. It was none of his business. “Han let her go.” The bartender ordered. The man only spat back “She’s a whore, she does this online all the time. Should be no problem right you filthy cockwhore.” It was those words that got Dabi to look at you closely. And low and behold you were one of his favorite camgirls @Namelive.

He was no hero but he had stood up and blocked the man’s path. “Move it scarface!” The drunkard hollered. “Let her go and I might just let you live.” He replied cooly, his blue flames licking at your cheeks. It seemed as though his drunken spell was broken when he saw the flames. He recognized the man and high tailed it out of there tossing you into his arms with a fearful cry of “I didn’t want that whore anyways.” He watched the man run off with a smirk then looked down to you. Your glossy eyes looked at him gratefully “T-Thank you.” If he smiled any wider, he’d pop a staple. You looked just as adorable as you did online. “No problem doll~”

It was cute how you promised to make it up to him. But he followed you nonetheless after all he wouldn’t pass up the chance to get his dick wet. Especially with a cutie like you. Truth be told that was why he stepped in. A disgusting slob like that man would only taint you and you’d stop your live shows. That or he would have killed you when he finished the act. And, Dabi had only recently found your page it’d be a shame if his new favorite doll disappeared.

“I-I don’t usually do this.” You stuttered. Oh, he knew. You had yet to invite someone onto your shows. But as you were paying him back you couldn’t deny that he was one of the best lays you have ever had. “D-do you think we could do this again?” It was cute that you thought it was a one time thing.

Needless to say, he came back wherever he felt like it. Sometimes he watches you while you do your shows. Those were some of your best because you got off on knowing he was watching you. Sure, you had others watching you online but something about him sitting on a chair near your camera watching you as you rode a thick dildo had you Cumming harder than ever. Your eyes just rolled back as you overstimulated yourself into a whiny mess as he dragged his hand up and down his length.

It was during a show that you had motioned him over. His face was out of view, but his cock was lodged in your throat. Afterwards you had asked him if he wanted to be in more of them. Dabi wasn’t opposed to the idea but, he’d have to make a few changes. “On one condition dollface.” “What?” “We cut that vanilla bullshit out.” “O-Oh” You weren’t opposed to that idea~

Takami Keigo (Hawks)

Takami was a very popular hero. But no one knew where he lived, and he would like to keep it that way. It was difficult for him to get away with sneaking in and out of his home, but he was glad that he had such great neighbors who always covered for him. He wanted to get home but was surrounded by the media? No problem he would just call Mrs. Choi the nice Korean lady who lived in 1D she would immediately appear with her van to hide him away. Or Mr. Umani who used his quirk to change his appearance so that he could get in and out of his apartment unnoticed.

Ms. Shirakuna from 3A usually had food for him since she over cooked for her family. Mr. Hinata was always up for a good chat. All in all, he got along with everyone in his building and he was so grateful for their loyalty. But there was one person in his building that caught his fancy. (Lastname) (Name). You had been living in the apartment next door for ages, and he had the worst stereotypical girl next door crush on you.

You were someone he could depend on for anything, so it wasn’t weird to have him knock on your door at 3am to ask for sugar. Not like that you perverts! The poor bird man sometimes arrives at odd hours due to is occupation and how could you refuse him? As a matter of fact, you would invite him in, and even though you had just been woken you’d whip something warm up for him. He could talk to Mr. Hinata but he preferred to talk to you to wow you with all of his heroic stories.

If he had one complaint about you it was that you never allowed him into your room. He had access to every other area, but your room was off limits. It tugged at his curiosity especially when you had friends over, and they were allowed in. It made him feel as if you two weren’t as close as he thought.

He was peeking through the peephole of his apartment one night as he had seen you park your car from his window. He usually didn’t do this, but you were with two questionably looking people. The male had a strange long case and the woman was dressed darky and hung off your body excitedly. You weren’t returning the hug which raised a red flag in his head. Once you were at you unlocked your door, he heard you speak “You guys can set up in my room.”

Keigo was a bit peeved. Even strangers were allowed into your room? He heaved a sigh and decided to head to bed….. He was drifting when he heard it. Heard what? You! He heard you scream, and he was out of his apartment in a flash. Using the key, you let him have, he unlocked your door and zoomed to your room, he practically dehinged the door.

“(Name)!” Your eyes darted to his golden one when he burst through the door. You felt your face burn in humiliation. Your arms were bound tight in red rope and your legs suspended in the air by ropes that were fastened on your ceiling. Between your legs was a girl named Yumi her tongue was at your clit he fingers buried deep inside your dripping cunt. Takami’s eyes widened at the sight his face reddening in shock.

“Nice underwear dude, you just messed up our stream.” The man operating the camera sassed. Takami looked down to his endeavor briefs and flushed. “Holy shit isn’t that-“ Yumi didn’t get to finish as you had pushed your cunt to her mouth to shut her up and protect Hawk’s image. Yumi took the hint and kept going her fingers resuming their pace inside you “Ah~”

Takami didn’t know whether to wait for you to finish or keep watching. But when the guy motioned to a stool his decision was made for him….

(Why was Shigaraki’s so long compared to the others? I... I really don’t know....)

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illyrian-lover-flower · 4 years

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The chosen forest keeper 2

My shadows are demons, but so is my sunshine

Nothing.

There was nothing that could stopp his heart from racing.

Azriel didn’t know when the last time was, that his heart felt like beating out of his chest.

It was probably five years ago, when he actually wanted to talk with Mor about the thing between them.

Or rather the thing that was not between them.

But it always stayed at wanted to tell her.

He never got the courage to tell her about his feelings, most of the time because he always seemed to seek out the days on wich Mor brought a lover to her bed.

Which lowered his courage to confessing beyond zero.

But now was no choice.

Now was a must.

A must he chose as his torture.

Azriel wouldn’t be in the need to have the seeing ability of the past away seer, to know that if Feyres cries hurt him yesterday - the words of Nesta Archeron would be a greater end to him.

But he chose for himself - that he would be the one to tell her.

Preventing a sibling fight - that ended with both sides crying over their lovely lost sister.

But he also chose to - so that his brother wouldn’t have to draw the wrath of his mate to him. They just started to, get at least, a little along, but if Cassian would tell her about Elains suicide, then she would not forgive him - even though he was not the one to blame for her death.

The oldest Archeron would not care that his firy brother helped her through the times she was broken.

The first time, when she was thrown into the Cauldron, she hid her brokeness behind a mask of fire and steel.

The second time, when the father of all three of them died. This time not really hiding her brokness as she chose the easiest ways - sex and alcohol.

Azriel shuddered in the grey sky as he flew closer and closer to Windhaven, remembering himself that Nesta wasn’t the one who chose the easiest way out.

It was Elain.

Elain who seeked out the quietness of death instead of the beaming light of life the fae life could offer.

A light that could have maybe cured her and all the things she went through - but Elain refused it.

The words still in his head.

Probably even for the rest of eternity.

“...she jumped off a cliff near the borders of Velaris.”

Words that could destroy so easily. Words that just made his shadows smile at him and whisper at him the words with a cold satisfaction ‘Your fault!’ ‘You should have taken more care of her!’

But as much as Azriel hated himself, as he always listened to his shadows, like a dog obeying his master. Even though he listened and mostly agreed with them - there was now a burden he wouldn’t take upon his shoulders.

No, he disagreed with his shadows at one point.

‘You should have taken more care of her!’ that thought didn’t hurt so much, since he knew - if he would have taken more care of Elain - he would have probably suffocated her. Just like he always did.

Mor runs away from him because of his suffocaiting feelings.

Feyre does only see the Spymaster and her flying teacher in him. She sees a friend too, yes, but dosen’t think of him as important enough to at least go out for a drink, let alone sit at night and maybe talk.

But he realized that he would not even want Feyre sitting by his side, when he thought about his struggles.

Struggles he always only shared with a quiet seer - that seemed to long know what was troubling on his mind, but never pushed him into telling her.

It was always just her who understood him.

It was always her that read between the lines of his storys and knew how deep they really ran.

She knew that there was always more to just a story, she always knew when to pay closer attention to his words. But then again - she always payed attention to him.

Attention that was quiet and observing, probably not missing any detail of his behaviour as she watched and listened.

Maybe the fact that she payed attention to him like no other, was the reason why he was always pulled towards her.

Maybe that were the reasons why he always seemed to want to be in her surroundings.

Surroundings he didn’t care about that they were the most colorful things he had seen in years.

But now everything would be tinted black again.

The flowers she grew would beginn to wither, just as all the memorys about her would wither.

And with time - his family would forget about the pain she caused.

With time they also would forget her smile.

A smile that was most often cheery and sweet, seemingly wanting to compete with the sun.

But Azriel would never forget. He would never forget how his heart always seemed to flutter when she smiled at him, like he was no monster of shadows and night.

But of course it turned out this way.

It had to.

He was a monster - that either way suffocated his family with his feelings, feelings that felt too much, or he would drown them - pulling them down with his lurking presence.

But now, now the monster he was, would get a deserved lashing.

The lashing of Nesta Archeron - the one that loved her flower growing sister more than any male in this world could do.

But Azriel wasn’t afraid anymore of talking to her - he knew how her reaction would be. He also knew that he deserved the words she would shout at him.

So he would gladly take the lashing.

Still it felt weird to stand infront of the rooten door of the small hut, in wich Nesta and Cassian lived -his scarred hand just slightly hovering above the wood.

No animal dared to howl, no bird dared to sing - every being in the forest was still - afraid of the dark storm lurking above everyones heads, twisting in the morning sky.

Or afraid of the storm that was to come, the storm that was Nestas wrath.

He knew he deserved her fury, but would he be able to see the unbendable Archeron sister cry?

He already saw Feyre crying over Rhys and now her dead sister. Both were memorys which would hunt him for the rest of eternity, but Nesta was a whole other story.

The oldest Archeron was unbendable and did not even shed a tear when their beloved father died.

But now was different, she would cry - after all her beloved younger sister died - no, she didn’t just die.

Azriel swollowed hard as he finally knocked on the old door, how would he explain to her what her sister did?

The wind howled around him, the forest leaves rustled nervously, as they too, seemed to wait for the oldest Archeron to open up the door.

Even though he seemed to wait for an eternity, it was still too less time to prepare himself for what was to come.

No hour long flight could quiet down the roaring sound of his mind.

No mother would ever prepare him for what was to happen.

But he chose it to happen, he was the one that decided for the sake of everyone -that he would tell her the sad news.

The news that would break her surly just as much as it did to him.

Sure it broke Feyre too, as well as Cassian and Rhys, even Amren and Mor, but they all would forget about her sooner or later.

The kindness of her only a dusted memory in the back of their heads.

But not for Nesta and him.

Nesta would never forget her loving nature, that even drew her to her stubborn older sister when everyone turned their heads away from her, ashamed of her and her behaviour. Fed up with the way she talked. Fed up with how she acted. A fire in every aspect of her immortal life, but she was no kind warm light in the dark that led the way through darkness and cold winter days, no, Nesta was an inferno and everyone was afraid to approach that wild, roaring fire.

Everyone but Elain.

Elain visited her while she packed her stuff for Windhaven, even when she was already in the camp Elain asked Azriel many times if he could maybe fly her there since Rhys nor Feyre wanted to winnow her. Once he did - having pity with her as well as her sister.Elain approached her older sister with the same steeled back as the oldest one, as she tried to talk to her.

But as Nesta now opened the creeking door he was not able to stand straight under the waight of the words that were in the need to be spoken, no pity in his words - only pure and utter sadness.

Words that would break the oldest Archeron again.

He felt sorry for his brother that had to watch his mate suffer again like this, but if they would keep it hidden that her beloved sister commited suicide, she would feel broken and betrayed afterwards.

Hating her family even more than she did now.

Nesta wanted to snarl at him as she looked through the small slit she opened, but moved aside once she saw his sulking figure, but maybe it was the pure sadness in his eyes that made her shoulders sagg and move.

Sadness that could not even Feyre have drawn on a painting wall, sadness that was deeper than any root could go.

But he had to pull out that root - at the tip of the root the words attatched he would speak.

The little space inside of the hut made him feel cold - there was no memory attatched to the old wooden walls - well at least no good ones.

He hated himself for only adding a new bad memory to these walls.

“What do you want?” cut him Nestas steel hard voice out of his thoughts. She crossed her thin arms over her bony chest. The monthly training helped her gain back a little of her waight, but she still looked like a walking skeleton as she stared him down.

Standing proud next to one of the small old armchairs, like a rock in the tides, but he knew that she would need the seat soon.

Maybe he should sit down too?

Azriel still wasn’t sure of how to start this, but he needed to do it somehow - so he gestured for the armchair - taking a deep breath as he did so.

“You might want to sit down.” he told her in a voice he thought would be strong, but instead his words came out shaky - not able to hide the emotions in them -even after his century long training of selfcontrol.

But Nesta didn’t care - she just stared at him with narrowed eyes and a snarled question on her lips.

“What did I do this time that Feyre send one of her pets out?”

Azriel ignored her insult -he would probably hear way worse ones as the day would age.

He didn’t want to imagine what the stormy female might throw at him.

Would it be just empty insults for him, hollow like his soul or would they break him even more?

Azriel hated to be in the unclear, but he knew for sure -he deserved every word of hers.

Still it pained his heart to see the older Archeron sister pale as he told her only these three little words. Words that already made her go into a little shock and reach out for the back-lean of the red cushioned armchair.

“It’s about Elain.”

Nestas breath came uneven as she tried to calm herself down, she wasn’t here with her in the steps - was she?

She shook her head at that - the thightly brushed back hairbun in the back of her head not moving an inch. Nesta knew that Elain already tried to visit her once, but Nesta refused her attempted try of re-connection and left her and the shadowsinger in the pouring rain.

Nesta knew that Elain took that gesture close to her heart, like she always did, but she would not give up on her -even though her last visit was quiet some time ago.

She wondered, but almost knew, that her naive little sister chose to become the lover of one of these monsters -that they were now too.

So she sounded a bit too harsh as she answered the shadowsinger “I’m not comming to her wedding!”

Azriel looked puzzled at her and for just a moment, that was gone in the blink of an eye, sadness crossed those dulled hazel eyes of his.

His answer was only mumbled in a cold tone “If only it would have been that.”

He shook his head, the ink black curls of his hair flowing around him like his shadows, and got back to the topic.

He looked her dead in the storm of her eyes as he asked “How do you want to know?”

Nesta shrugged only, her hand still gripping the lean thightly, “I have always been for the brutal truth.”

The spymaster nodded - almost hesitantly.

The steeled female would lie, if she said she didn’t wonder why that was the case, but as soon as he started speeking - something inside her wished she would have never wondered.

“Elain is dead.” were the only three words that were needed to crash her world down.

Now she knew why the Shadowsinger requested of her to sit. She could barely stand straight, her knees giving in to the waight of the world. Her world that just got lighter with one person less on it - but it still felt like as if the doubled waight was layed on her shoulders.

Her shoulders that only had gotten used to carrying the new fae life.

Everything came crushing down as she watched how the spymaster lowered his head, inspecting the old floor boards insted of looking at her.

Nesta didn’t know if it was out of respect for her lost, lovely sister or if he was just afraid of looking into her eyes.

Eyes that were a cold raging sea, yet overwhelming with hot tears.

Nesta wanted to sit -so,so badly, but as much as her jelly legs wanted to pull out from underneath her, she didn’t give into them.

Stumbling across the small living room instead - only to grab the Shadowsinger by his collar.

He was odly calm as her watery eyes scanned over his face - seeing the dark circles under his eyes and the touseled hair were evidences that he tried to somehow come to terms with the new situation too.

She knew deep down he was just as sad as she is, but right now she could not think of that. Nesta could barely believe the words he just said, let alone let any rational thought cross her mind.

Nesta knew it wasn’t his fault, but nothing mattered anymore as she dragged him down by his collar.

Azriel was at eyes hight with her, but yet he felt like as if he was the little boy from so many centurys ago. Laying on the cold stone floor infront of his cell, his brothers bend over him as they watched and laughed at the little boy burning.

He didn’t let his fear show, but he knew he was about to burn.

Nesta would spit her fire at him and burn him with her firy words. Words that would leave burning marks on his soul instead of his skin.

“What do you mean?! What do you mean by dead?!” she hissed at him.

His heart sped up at that, until now he only spoke the words of Elains death, but never let them reach his heart. His heart that slowly started to ripp apart as he started to realize the meaning of those words.

Azriel swallowed hard, his hands shaking by his sides slightly as he spoke again.

“Nesta, Elain is dead. She had decided to end her life.”

“How did that happen!” yelled Nesta at him, he would have normaly flinched at least a little bit at the sudden change of tone, but he was frozen in place. Registraiting the words barely himself.

“She jumped...” was all he could manage in a whispered voice.

Even though Nestas heart stung a little at the sight of the Shadowsinger -eyes wide as a plate, hands shaking like the leafes outside in the cold autumn breeze, all while his skin looked as white as a wall. She knew he was the last person to be blamed and be angered at, but he was the only one she could let her anger lose at.

Everyone else of their family would not understand her pain like him.

They were both attatched to the fawn, like to no other.

“What do you mean ‘she jumped’!”

“... she jumped off a cliff near the borders of Velaris.” Azriel recited these words for the first time out loud and for the first time - he truly got the meaning of them.

For the first time he got what they ment, for the first time he realized it.

After having repeated them for already hundreds of times in his head, he first got the meaning of them.

She jumped.

Elain jumped.

Into the cold water of the sea.

On the sharp rocks in the tides.

Azriels breath hitched as tears sprung to his eyes.

Normaly he would have never let that happen. Normaly he would never show any feelings about the situation, but right now -it was just different.

Everything felt too much as he stood so absurdly close to the oldest Archron. The cold and icy iceberg of the three sisters.

A cold presence that send everyone shivering, but not him.

Right now it was a pleasent reminder that the world around him was real, a reminder that he existed, but also one that the scenerys that played on his mind were real.

Scenerys he would really like to not see.

But it was useless.

It was useless as he saw Elain how she stepped over the edge. Her gown a light pink cloud that should cushion her fall, but in the end only pulled her closer to the deep grounds beneath the sea, as it got soaked in the water.

Cold water that seemed to empty itself above his head as Nesta shook him out of his cold thoughts.

A stormy sea in her eyes a cold greeting. Her voice a hissing snake as she spoke again.

“Why haven’t you done anything?!”

Azriel was quiet - how would he know how to answer her question if he wasn’t aware for himself?

The spymaster could only shake his head. Nothing but dizzyness found its way into his chest as the oldest Archeron started to chock on her unshed tears.

It were these sounds that shook him out of whatever trance he was in.

Making him put a scarred hand on the shaking shoulders of Nesta Archeron.

The one that understood his pain all too well.

But yet here he was. Still unsure of who he lost and yet so aware of the pain.

The curses Nesta shouted at him through thick tears and a fist hammering against his heart a constant reminder of reality to him.

That this was no nightmare.

That this was just like his childhood. Only that he slowly started to put up with his childhood. The scars a reminder of darker days, but the people who caused them slowly started to vanish from his mind as he thought about them.

Banishing them in a grave deep, deep in his mind. Away from everything.

But Nestas words would leave his soul wounded for longer than eternity.

Elains death would even hunt him even after his own passing. No sealed grave would put these memorys of her beneath the earth.

Not the prettiest grave would be able to help him heal this time.

Not when a part of his soul died with her. A part that didn’t know who she was.

A part that felt desprate to get to know her more.

A part that jumped with her in the sea and yet was still hurt by Nesta as she continued her thruming against his empty chest.

“Why did you save her from Hybern if you planned to watch her die from the beginning?!”

The little blood Azriel still felt in his veins suddenly went away.

Azriel thought an vanished heart could never hurt, but why was it that he stood here and never felt like as if he had bled more?

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“Come on Goldenrod! We almost made it!” cheered Fersia as she motivated her new friend to make the final steps through the thick forest. Already standing at the entrance of her little village as she did so.

Watching how, the in white cloaked figure, started to crawl over an old tree stem clumsyly. “You know instead of cheering you could actually help me!” complained her friend in her sweet, yet annoyed voice, as her cloak got stuck in one of the old branches.

Fersia wouldn’t had been able to control her laughter as she watched how her little Goldenrod clumsyly stumbeled on the mushy earth next to the stem and started to pull despratly at the white hem that got stuck.

Tumbling from one foot to the other as she tried to find a strong stand - so that she could pull with more force.

But it only ended with Goldenrod in the mud and a bit of the fabric still caught in the tree.

Fersia started to laugh whole heartedly as she saw how baffled her Goldenrod sat there.

Probably blinking in confusion at the tree stem, since her petite back was turned towards her.

In the end Fersia decided to have for once a good heart and moved to help her. Her old leather boots, that had probably more holes than any old ruin around here , starting to get soaked with the mud her Goldenrod sat in.

The white color of her cloak surprisingly still white.

As she reached her sunkissed hand down to grab Goldenrods pale one she couldn’t resist the question after her friend stood. Dusting off dust that wasn’t even there.

“How comes it that your cloak is still white?”

If Fersia would have seen her face, she was sure her friend looked surprised her way. “Oh? I haven’t told you?” was all she asked in her sweet voice and started to walk towards the village of her tribe. Not even a small brown smear on her white cloak

Liquied honey could turn green from envy at the sound her voice left in her rounded ears.

But Fersia swollowed that sweet feeling of her voice down and only shook her head.

Goldenrod only turned around and started to walk backwards closer to the huts. The glimps of a happy smile visible under her heavy hood.

“I weaved a spell into the fabric. It protects the cloth from getting dirty and covers up almost my whole scent.”

And indeed as Fersia sniffed the air, she only smelled the pine and the fog of the forest around them. In these strong smells wasn’t even the hint of the lavander smell Goldenrod left wherever she went.

The Illyrian female only rose her eyebrows and tilted her head in respect at the clever female before her and started to run towards Goldenrod.

And before her petite friend knew it-she threw her arms around her and spun her up in the air. A squeal escaped her pale pink lips as she tried to find a hold on her friend, her delicate pale fingers gripping in slight fear at the shoulder panels of her fighting leathers.

Goldenrod gripped for dear life on them, but got a hold on them and soon started to giggle as her brunet friend spun her round and round. A bright smile on Fersias thin lips as she watched how the wind started to play with Goldenrods hood.

And for the first time in what seemed like ages, did the wind reveal the sweet face of her Goldenrod again.

Her bright brown eyes sparkling from life as she looked down into Fersias green ones. Both couldn’t contain their laugther as Fersia continued to spin her friend around, watching almost in a trance at how the wind played with Goldenrods hair. Liquied honey all around them as they spun and spun in the forest.

The sun peaking out for the first time in centurys too, to watch how happy Goldenrod was. Making her look, in the brigth sunray that shone down on her laughing form, like as if she were a being of pure light.

A sunray in the depths of the forest that was covered in dark myths and creaturs since the first milenia. A sunray that would brigthen up all those legends and show the world the real Illyrian woods.

Fersia knew that her friend would be capable of this, but it would become a great task to acomplish, but she saw and knew of what her Goldenrod was capable of.

Still the doubt that this task could break her petite friend lingered somewhere in her head. Screaming at her that she shouldn’t have taken Goldenrod away like that and shouldn’t have brought such danger upon her, but all those thoughts somehow quieted down and faded away at the bell like sound that left Goldenrods mouth.

Fersia only smiled brigther and spun her even more around.

Her Goldenrod would truly become the light of the forest, after all she managed to creep her light into one of the most fiercest creaturs around here.

But about that Fersia didn’t want to think just now. Right now she just wanted to dance in the sunshine with her Goldenrod.

Not aware of the fact, if Goldenrod was the sunshine or the brigth ray around them, but for now Fersia decided that Goldenrod was the sunshine.

Her hair a curtian of liquied honey around them and her eyes a brigth light leading the century old, cold hearted female out into the world.

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ALL THIRTY OF MY ENTRIES FOR FAKEATHON 2020 COMPILED BELOW THE CUT

ROUND 1: HOMETOWN MONUMONK - Derived from monument, monk

did you know I like maybe four miles away from a field of 109 identical 7 foot corn statues

FAKEATHON ROUND 2: THE USA ROBINOX - Derived from robin, autumnal equinox

Round one was our hometown, and I did my current city. But my childhood belongs to Connecticut, so I wanted to do a connecticuter. The american robin is the state bird of Connecticut, and as a part of New England it has a colonial history, hence the style. A type of garnet is the state gemstone, hence the species name.

Mostly though, I associate Connecticut with the vibrant autumns. The falls of New England are magic.

FAKEATHON DAY 3: CANADA CURTLE - Derived from curling, turtle

Very simple this one. Canada has a lot of curling events, right? Put the CURLING STONE. On the TURTLE. and you get the CURTLE. Dudes in this other server I’m in really love this one

FAKEATHON DAY 4: MEXICO CASOLURO - Derived from first two letters of the cards it’s based on; el CAtrin, el SOl, la LUna, la ROsa

A very fun one to work on. These are based on those Loteria cards - Specifically, the sun, moon, rose, and the dandy. The 4x4 grid on the inside of its cape is a reference to the 4x4 grid of a loteria play mat. Just threw crap at the wall here and got this funky friend.

FAKEATHON DAY 5: BRAZIL CAPYERA, CAPOBARA - Derived from capoeira, capybara

Not new designs, so much as designs I really needed to give another go. Much happier with these. And frankly, couldn’t think of a concept more wholly Brazilian short of slapping the flag on them.

FAKEATHON DAY 6: FRANCE CHÈVAÇAY - Derived from chèvre (French for goat), Chevalier (French for knight), valençay (French variety of cheese)

F🥐R🎨A🍷N🚬C🥖H

I stole the grease type from someone in that fakemon server it fit this cheesy boy too well

FAKEATHON DAY 7: SPAIN POMEGRIA - Derived from pomegranate, bandurria

Typically tried to avoid the lady-in-dress motif, but felt too justified here. Spain is home to pomegranates, with the blossom being the national flower. The body shape was inspired by the instrument the bandurria, with the base of the body being a halved pomegranate, and her “earrings” being both the tuning pegs and pomegranate seeds.

FAKEATHON DAY 8: UNITED KINGDOM MEMORI - Derived from memento mori, memory

I could’ve uh. Had this idea at a better time huh :^)

FAKEATHON DAY 9: ITALY MEDITIVE - Derived from Mediterranean, olive

Tried going more off-the-wall, but it didn’t quite work. Based on olive branches clearly - olive oil was often used as lamp oil, hence the fire typing. I meant for it to resemble a nuns habit or monastery robes, a la Italy’s heavy catholicism, with the floating olive leaf circlet as a halo. It was… good ideas that didn’t come together perfectly. Probably my least favorite of the lot

FAKEATHON DAY 10: NORDICS MINKJAVIC - Derived from mink, Reykjavik

Look when I think Iceland I always think black metal. This is the second time I’ve done a heavy metal pokemon. The first one was more badass. This one’s instead uh A lot : )

FAKEATHON DAY 11: EGYPT DJEDLY - Derived from Djed, deadly

One of the easiest to draw for… obvious reasons. Based on a canopic jar, sort of like an off-brand yamask or cofagrigus. It’s meant to open up twice; If you take off the lid, you see the fleshy eyeball dude in the lower corner. And if you pull that like a handle, you see what’s inside… and die with that knowledge : )

FAKEATHON DAY 12: ETHIOPIA CAFFIEND - Derived from caffeine, fiend

Obviously hyenas live in Ethiopa. But moreover, Ethiopia is also known as pretty much the birthplace of coffee, and coffee drinking/making is important to the culture. So I thought, why not make a hyena that’s super happy cause it’s always super hyped up on caffeine? Dunno if the electric typing makes much sense, I just thought caffeine = energy = electricity

FAKEATHON DAY 13: MADAGASCAR TENROCK - Derived from tenrec, rock

Tenrecs are endemic, yeah, but this wasn’t just based on a native animal. It was based on the land of Madagascar - specifically, the gorgeous and incredibly sharp structures of Tsingy de Bemaraha National Park. I’ll post a photo above the art, when I saw Madagascar was a theme day I knew I had to base something on that park.

FAKEATHON DAY 14: SAUDI ARABIA MASQAREEN - Derived from masquerade, Qareen

This is based on the Islamic idea of the Qareen. People don’t 100% agree on what Qareens are, but they are consistantly considered to be spiritual doubles - Every person has a Qareen associated with they’re spirit. This is based on one idea, them as dark spirits who attempt to lead their companion-spirit astray. I chose them because even though they’re evil from the start - hence the dark typing - they can become good based on their companion - in this case, trainer’s - actions and whims.

Since they’re counterparts to humans, I thought having them mimic humans would be fitting. It’s body is ALMOST humanoid, it’s many pink extremeties ALMOST resemble clothes. It would be a zoroark like situation, where it could make illusions to resemble human.

FAKEATHON DAY 15: RUSSIA MATEESHKA - Derived from mastryoshka, tea SAMOSHKA - Derived from samovar, matryoshka

Fun fact, I actually used to collect matryoshka dolls. Have a whole box of them in the basement somewhere. So I felt I had to. I have a thing for designs that look a little snobby, Samoshka certainly fits that little niche of mine : D

FAKEATHON DAY 16: INDIA BOVIQUIN - Derived from bovine, palanquin

I like ride pokemon, and I like customizable pokemon. So I made one that’s both! It’s supposed to be based on the water buffalo. The simple colors are because it’s supposed to be customizable - As in, the fabrics hung from it (and maybe the markings painted on it) could be swapped out, so I wanted something simple as a base. Sort of like Furfrou, but the customization doesn’t wear off

FAKEATHON DAY 17: CHINA LONGRUSH - Derived from Long (chinese for dragon), brush, rush

I expect here will be a lot of chinese dragons this round, I wanted to avoid the obvious. But… this is one of the best concepts I’ve ever come up with. The second I had the mental image, I knew that was it

FAKEATHON DAY 18: JAPAN SPIROUS - Derived from spirit, cirrus, pious

This is a myth from both China and Japan, but I associate it with yokai primarily. This is based on Hangonkō, incense that brings forth the spirits of the dead. Hence it’s body obscured by the clouds - It’s literally being summoned by the incense it carries. In retrospect, this could have been an interesting pokeball mimic with different colors.

FAKEATHON DAY 19: INDONESIA WHALEEN - Derived from baleen whale

The Philippines are home to the coral triangle, a stretch of ocean that’s home to a stupidly large amount of coral life. So I initially wanted a coral mon… but it’s known for its reefs. So why not make the whole reef?

FAKEATHON DAY 20: AUSTRALIA OPALINE - Derived from opal, mine

One town in Australia I’ve loved since middle school is Coober Pedy. Known as the opal capital of the world, it’s a desert town that’s so hot, almost all the residents live in houses carved into the ground. Even many businesses and hotels are underground! Coloring was fun on this dude :3

FAKEATHON DAY 21: ANTARCTICA SOUTHAIR - derived from south, hairgrass.

I wanted to do something unexpected. So rather than do that obvious penguin or similar, I went with southern hairgrass, the south most flowering plant. Did it’s closer meant to loosely resemble any wet clothes, but since there are no Inuit populations to Antarctica, only loosely. It’s species, the 1000-to-1 pokemon, Refers to both its chances of survival and the fact of the body is comprised of many many blades of grass

FAKEATHON DAY 22: SOMEWHERE HOT - DEATH VALLEY HELINDRA - Derived from helios, indra

The reason I chose the Indra butterfly is because it's native to death valley. I figure, if death valley gets HELLA sun, why not instead of it living in spite of the harsh sun, living so well because of it?

FAKEATHON DAY 23: SOMEWHERE COLD - GREENLAND STUFFIN - Derived from storm, stun, puffin

I know there are myths that say puffins can bring thunderstorms, so I thought why not turn a puffin into a storm cloud? But uh. It kind of just. Is a puffin isn't it :/

FAKEATHON DAY 24: ANCIENT CIVILIZATIONS KYTHURA - Derived from Antikythera, Urania

One of my favorite remnants of ancient times is the Antikythera Mechanism. It was an ancient Greek computer. With proper gears and mechanics and everything, that was used to plot the locations of the planets and the stars in stunning detail. This first go around turned out… not that great, I’ll be honest. But I wanna do something with the Antikythera Mechanism. It shouldn’t take TOO much tweaking to make this something I love

FAKEATHON DAY 25: FUTURE WORLDS COCOWATT - Derived from coconut, watt

One of my favorite images of the future is, instead of all streets having street lights, some having bioluminescent trees! I wanted to make something to that effect. Even though we have Exeggutor I chose palm trees cause they already have a street-lamp-like shape. Finally got to bust out my super neon pencils :3

FAKEATHON DAY 26: RANDOM COUNTRY - IRELAND AMANEELIE - Derived from amanita, unseelie

I have irish blood, so I wanted to do an irish mon. I took the idea of the fairie ring in a weird direction - when it extends its arms and the little purple "hands" touch, anything in the loop of its arm - the fairie's ring - will become hideously poisoned. Visually referenced the deathcap. Just like imagining these things in a secluded dense forest, floating along like swimming jellyfish

FAKEATHON DAY 27: THE OLYMPICS SYNCRA - Derived from synchronized, tetra

This is similar to wishiwashi, in that it's a schooling mon. But instead of it having a schooling form, it's ALWAYS in a school of five fish, constantly swimming in unison. Clearly based on synchronized swimming, I wanted the tails to be super long, so they'd flow all elegantly when they maneuver around. Kinda... power rangers in execution, innit

FAKEATHON DAY 28: THE OCEAN EXPLORB - Derived from explore, orb

The idea to turn the bathysphere into a pufferfish-like dude just came together really clearly in my head. I imagine their attack would be terrible but their defence would be amazing - basically, they aren't out to fight, they just wanna explore the oceans :3

FAKEATHON DAY 29: THE MOON MOOMOON - Derived from moomoo, moon

its the cow that jumped over the moon

FAKEATHON DAY 30: LEGENDARY CORRA - Derived from core, cor (latin for heart), terra

I figured, we’ve done every part of the earth this challenge… except the interior. So for the legendary representing the world, I based mine on the core of the earth. The body itself is meant to resemble the phylotypic stage of an embryo - the stage of development where most species are virtually identical. It cannot leave its lava bubble. At the center of its body is a heart glowing with all the colors of magma.

The FIRST person to make a legend of korra joke is getting slapped

#fakemon #fakeathon #fakeathon2020 #pokemon #My Art #Non Spritework

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shapeshifting-wildcard · 4 years

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It was a lazy summer afternoon. Joker was helping out behind the counter today, but he had time to spare for a new friend. Especially one who was going to teach him a new skill he could use as a Phantom Thief. At first glance, learning how to divine through tarot cards didn't seem like a particularly useful skill. But the point was to hone his supernatural abilities through a known occult focus. Besides, Arisato was a more experienced Persona-user, and a fellow wildcard on top of it. She was bound to have some sort of useful experience to pass along to a young up-and-coming thief like him, right?

The deck she slid over to him looked rather pretty, he had to admit. The backs were a purple, starry field. In the center was a stylized sun, surrounded by a ring of heavily stylized animals. He could recognize a bird and a turtle, and the third looked vaguely like a dragon? Much more of a western-style dragon than an eastern one. Were they meant to represent the four heavenly beasts? Because the fourth one looked more like a fox than a tiger.

He picked up the deck and flipped it over, revealing the front of the cards. He thumbed through it, admiring the vibrant colors and the ethereal, watercolor-y feel of the images. Each image had this flow to it, drawing the eye exactly where it needed to go. Or, at least, that's how Joker felt.

A particular image caught his eye as he flipped through them. An individual in a pointed, birdlike mask, sporting black wings and a bestial lower half and carrying a sword. Crows circled around them, and a big white swan stood above, wings spread wide and its back facing the figure crouched on the ground.

"They're really pretty, aren't they?" the girl sitting at the counter commented. She leaned forward a bit to see which card he was lingering on, and let out a soft laugh. "Seven of Swords, huh? Well, the booklet does compare that one to a thief. So it'd make sense that you'd find it interesting."

She flashed him a cheeky grin as he huffed at her. The only reason you're getting away with that is because there's no one else around. He's supposed to be sneaky. It's hard to do that when everyone keeps outing your status as a Phantom Thief. He frowned as he kept flipping through the cards, mostly as an excuse to ignore her giggling. He stopped again on another card. Five of Pentacles. A figure sat hunched over in a corner, curled in on themself. Their face was hidden from view, their only companions a butterfly floating in front of them and a vaguely attentive lizard on another platform. The image gave off an uncomfortable feeling of loneliness, of isolation. Of losing something you can never truly get back.

He saw her lean forward to see what caught his attention this time. Before she could get a good look, he stacked the deck back together and slid it over to her, leaning over the counter and pulling up his phone. She couldn't speak sign, unfortunately, so he'd have to make due with note-passing.

"So, where do we start?" She glanced at the phone and smiled, picking up the deck and tapping it on the counter.

"Well, obviously, the first thing you do is shuffle all the cards." She slid the deck back towards him. "It's better if you have the person asking the question shuffle the cards. I guess it gives them a feel for the question-asker or something?"

Joker shrugged and picked up the deck again. He split the deck and tried to do that trick where you leaf the cards together. If you do it right, you should release the cards one at a time in turn, one from each side of the deck. Unfortunately for Joker, it did not turn out quite so neatly. It was more like a few chunks of cards came out at a time, smacking against the counter rather ungracefully. Arisato offered him a sympathetic smile.

"Yeah, I'm still not the greatest at shuffling them, either. But it's okay, just give it a couple tries to make sure it's shuffled enough for you."

His other attempts were not much more successful, but at least he was fairly sure the cards were properly mixed up at this point. He slid the deck back over to her. "Now what?"

"Now, there's a lot of different kinds of spreads you can use, depending on the question and what you want to know. Let's start with a really, really simple one: the single-card spread. You ask a question, then draw a card and see what turns up. It can be any question! Like... 'will I do well on the next exam,' or 'what should I do with my time today,' or 'what should I get my friend for their birthday?'"

Joker hummed thoughtfully, leaning his elbows against the counter as he stared at the deck. Any question, huh? Well... there were a million serious questions he could ask. The exam question was certainly very tempting, but he had a feeling that would be an obvious answer. "Study hard or perish."

A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as a cheeky question flitted across his mind. He picked up his phone and typed it in. "Will I find love?"

Arisato smiled and gave him a nod. "Okay, that works! Now, since this one is easy enough, why don't you draw the card and set it down right here?"

She pointed next to the deck, so Joker dutifully drew a card from the top of the deck and laid it out on the counter in front of him.

And blinked.

It was the Lovers.

Arisato took one look at the card and burst out laughing. "Well, if that isn't the most succinct 'yes' I've ever seen!"

Joker's face felt hot as he sank against the counter. He wasn't expecting such a straightforward response. Honestly he'd been expecting something random, like that five of pentacles. Arisato continued to giggle at his expense for a moment. Once she regained some composure, she reached over and gently tapped the card.

"To be fair, the Lovers card represents more than just, well, lovers," she explained. "It represents a union—of hearts, minds, passions, stuff like that—but it also represents a choice. Pursuing a career versus pursuing love, something old versus something new, excitement versus routine, stuff like that." She flipped the card around towards herself, pursing her lips as she studied it. "It won't be an easy choice. You'll question your values and what you hold most dear. But in the end, you'll come to an understanding—of yourself or the other person, or maybe both. But it'll be an understanding nonetheless."

Joker watched her for a moment, noticing the distant, thoughtful look in her eye. For a moment, he forgot she was only a year older than him. He reached for his bangs and twirled a lock of hair between his fingers, pondering what to say next.

"You sound like you have some experience."

He slid the phone closer to her, sneaking it into her view to catch her attention. She jumped and blinked at the screen, before letting out a self-conscious chuckle.

"You could say that," she said. She glanced back at the card for a moment, sighed, and turned it back to face him. "Ann's the Lovers for you, isn't she? So you've probably already seen a little of it for yourself."

Joker grunted and played with his bangs again. True, he had spent some time getting to know Ann. And spending time with her did seem to involve her having to make some big choices. But... maybe it's just how Ann was, but the choices she made never really seemed too difficult for her. The decision to strengthen her heart never seemed to give her much trouble outside of practical concerns. It didn't seem like any sort of ethical dilemma, or something that made her question everything she thought she knew.

Then again, Ann never struck him as the type for long-winded introspection. Her intuition always seemed to serve as her guide, leading seamlessly from one idea to the next even as she jumped around between them. It was interesting to watch her thought process sometimes.

"So, what did you think of that?" Arisato's question brought him out of his thoughts. He tilted his head and gave her a curious look. "Of the reading, I mean. It was a really basic reading, but does how it works make sense?"

Joker nodded, leaning against the counter again and pulling the phone back towards him. "It seems straightforward enough."

"The larger spreads get more complicated and require a bit more thinking. The one and three card spreads are the easiest and most straightforward. Though most answers probably aren't going to be as blatant as that!"

Joker chuckled. "I wasn't expecting it to be, in all honesty. At least it wasn't something ominous, like Death."

Arisato hummed thoughtfully. "Well, Death in that context might be a little ominous, but not because it means someone is fated to die or something." Joker gave her another curious look and she continued. "Death isn't about dying, it's about transitions and change. While it signifies the end of one thing, it also signifies the beginning of something else. So, in the context of your question..." She trailed off as she thought, idly tapping the deck. "It might mean whatever relationship you're currently in is going to end, but it'll open you up to a new one. Or, you'll only find love after something else in your life ends. Like, maybe you'll have to wait until the end of the year, or until you graduate high school."

Joker sighed dramatically. "But I hate waiting!"

Arisato laughed. "So I've noticed." She shot a meaningful glance towards his bandaged neck. "I guess it's a good thing you didn't end up with the Death card then, huh?"

"Lovers sounds much more hopeful, anyway," Joker typed.

"It does." She gathered up her cards and shuffled the Lovers card back into the deck. "You can keep playing around with them if you want."

Joker shook his head. "I should get back to work. A customer could come in any moment, you know."

"That's true. I won't bother you, then. If you want another lesson, though, just give me a shout!"

Joker nodded, typing a quick thank you before he busied himself with cleaning out the coffee machines. That one lesson did give him a lot to think about, at the very least.

At the back of his mind, a voice whispered the formation of a new bond: an alternate Death arcana. Oh, this should prove to be very interesting indeed.

#!drabbles #💔 Confidant: Death-Rebirth (glass-half-fxxl)#!long post

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tresh-boat · 4 years

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E, O, Q, and R

Sorry for taking so long to answer

Easiest person to talk to? You and my boyfriend. I'm not very social but I talk a lot more around people I know well

One wish? Going to a decent art school and pursuing some kind of art career

Question always asked? Hmmmm... I'm not sure about this one

Reason to smile? I have a great twin, a great boyfriend, cartoons, drawing a character for the first time and it coming out nice, hyenas, Jim Cummings, Rob Paulsen, cats, dogs, birds, snakes, other animals, music, stuffed animals, plush blankets, and other things but I think I listed enough

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let-me-make-you-proud · 5 years

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Tangled: The series Q&A with Chris.

This is a recapitulation from today’s (February 9th, 2019) Questions and Answers session with Chris on the Tangled Discord Server.

Q: How was your day? How has the crew been? A: That’s an easy one... so far, my day has been great! We’ve all been actually REALLY great! Everyone is still loving making the show! And we all can’t wait for you all to see what’s coming up!

Q: What this series means to you personally? A: As most already know, the show is very personal for me. I pull a lot of the themes and situations from my own experiences and the experiences of the people I love. The writers do an amazing job!

Q: Which episode are you most excited for out of the new titles that were released? A: I need to stay away from commenting on anything coming up. Sorry guys!!! You will love them though, I promise!

Q: Do you know whether or not there will be a long hiatus between season 2 and season 3 too? A: I do not know anything about Disney Channel’s plans for the shows schedule.

Q: I wonder who has built the caravan. Was it Rapunzel herself? A: We all just imagined that the caravan was picked up along the way shortly after the events of season one. I liked the idea that they were out there picking up supplies and things along their way. There could be more stories about how they acquired it. Those stories could be very fun.

Q: I know there are a lot of questions coming in but when you have a moment, would you mind telling us some of your favorite fan theories or AUs? A: AU’s - Well, that Moon Varian thing has gotten a lot of attention.

Q: What did you think when you heard that Germany was getting the episodes first? A: Honestly, it was quite odd to hear that Germany was getting the new episodes first. But again, I have zero say over how programming works at the channel. No one at the studio really does.

Q: Do you read fanfiction of the show? A: I don’t really have the time to read fan fiction, and I’d be worried that some of those ideas would find themselves into the show, so I stay away from them.... I’m sure they are great though!! I love that people feel so connected to the story that they write their own stories! That is SO GREAT! And inspiring in itself!

Q: Have you met any cosplayers? A: Uh, I met a few at D23! Amazing people!

Q: Fave piece of fanart? A: Any of the Cass fan art! I screen shot them and send a few of them to Eden! She loves them!!!

Q: Who's your favorite character? A: It’s hard to have a fav. I love them all so much!

Q: Bouncing off of that question, do you have a favorite villain? A: Well cone on, what would happen to me if I didn’t say Varian wasn’t my fav? HAHAHA!!! I do love Varian!

Comment: I noticed Varian went through lots of design changes, not really a question but I just gotta say how amazing his design is. Chris: He was conceived very early on in the development of the show. But he didn’t really come to life until Jeremy stepped into the role. His design changed after Jeremy was cast. Once we knew more about him he started to take more visual shape. He was a little softer in his design, not as dynamic. Ben Balistreri really found the right tone with him and gave him his final look! You can thank him!

Q: What about Cass. DId she change as well? A: Cass was similar. We had a pretty good idea of who she was, and what she would look like. But once I heard Eden’s voice, she became much more real and started to influence the design much more. Tough and able, she needed to look older and feel different than Rapunzel.

Q: Are you planning to add any more major-ish characters? A: Can’t really speak about upcoming episodes, SORRY!!!

Q: Do you or the other crew members have any pets that inspired any of the animals in the show, like Max or Rudiger or Pascal or Owl? A: Not REALLY?!I wanted my Scottish terrier to make it into the show, but he never did. His name was Conan!

Q: Is there anything you can tell us about (Shorty)? A: No, I like his mystery.

Q: Is he gonna be the Old Man Mcgucket of the series? A: He will NOT be the Old Man Mcgucket of the show.

Q: What is working on a creative team like? It's something i would love to do one day, but i was wondering what studio life is like? A: Working with the crew is the best part of the show. They are amazingly talented and inspiring! I love our crew. The artists, the writers, the voices, the musicians. It’s an amazing process. I’m so lucky that I get to work with ALL of them. I’m the only one that gets to work one on one with every single person on the show. Every single person brings a unique voice to the show. It has its challenges, but at the end of the day, you guys make it ALL worth it. So much more to come! You guys have no idea! I feel like the best stuff is ahead of us. I just wish there were more of you! I know, you guys do a GREAT job. But it’s amazing that so many “Tangled” fans still don’t even know that there is a SHOW!

Q: So at what point in the creative process do you think it's easiest to see what the episode will be? A: Hopefully it’s pretty early, but it doesn’t become solid for me until we start talking to the director and board artists about it. I love the visuals so it becomes clearer to me when I can start seeing things. The themes are always clear. It’s really about finding what the individual episode has to do with the season. Then I can start fine tuning it.

Q: What is you favourite scene? A: Oh I have so many. Um.......When her hair comes back. Her jumping out into the moonlight was my drawing. I loved that. It was like her being reborn.

Q: What made you decide that the leaf people on the Island (Lorbs) should talk with a German accent? A: It just seemed to be a funny thing for them to be German. Flula Borg is hilarious. He was in Pitch Perfect. And is on Conan O’Brien all the time.

Q: Has there ever been bloopers during the series? A: Bloopers are rare in animation. We cut scenes from time to time but the process needs to be tight so very few things get cut!

Q: Did anyone who said the idols name have trouble pronouncing "Idol of the Vershaftsbezeigungengien"? A: Oh! That?! HA! Flula just said it, nailed it. And it just became what the idol was called! We laughed every time he said it. He never messed it up. Nailed it every time.

Q: What background do we have on Friedborg's creation? A: Oh Friedborg.... She was simply meant to be this fun silent member of the castle. The show is SO heavy... and emotional, we just try to look for as many light moments and characters as we can to lessen the heaviness of the overall story.

Q: Did you have any inspiration for the character of Cass? A: Oh Cass. Ummm... she’s made up of a lot of people and experiences. I had an older wiser friend growing up that showed me the ropes. I wanted Rapunzel to have one of those. I cool, experienced buddy. Outside of Eugene. There’s your boyfriend, and then there’s your BFF. They are different.

Q: Were show auditions done all at the same time? Or as new characters needed? A: No, Lance came later, but I knew who I wanted for him. James was ALWAYS Lance.

Q: I'm curious, why did you decide to give Cass an Owl? A: Ben loves owls. And it seemed like something she’d have. Lives most of its real life at night.

Q: What was your inspiration for Quirin, Varian, and their family? A: Varian really came out of necessity. We needed something that would illustrate Rapunzel and her Father’s strained relationship.

Q: What inspired you to get so much Broadway talent for the voices? A: Well. I love broadway. And it seemed in line with the film already. Donna Murphy is a Broadway legend! So it only seemed natural. I knew there was going to be a lot of music and wanted a more sophisticated talent pool than just the regular Disney Channel Stars. Our cast is AMAZING! You guys have no idea.

Comment: Im a huge broadway fan I was so sad Christian Borle didn't sing. Chris: He didn’t sing.... BUUUUT STILL!!! CHRISTIAN BORLE!!!! He’s amazing!!!

Q: Whose bird design is your favourite? A: I loved them all. They won an award!!!

Q: With two legends like the actors playing mother and father, why did you decide to not do a song? A: Songs are difficult to do in the 22 min episodes. We knew we wanted Rapunzel and Cass to sing about the road, so after that we just ran out of time!

Q: Without going into spoilers, any information we can know on Adira's development? A: Well obviously she has the tattoo... So she’s connected in SOME way.

Q: On character design, how long does it take to design a character? A: As far as time goes.... The crew gets a few weeks to design a show, but for major characters that we know we will see over multiple episodes, we take more time. Ben was working on Adira’s design even before we ended season one.

Q: Could I be cheeky and ask for some portfolio tips? Like.. what would be the number one thing a studio (not just disney, any really) would look for when it comes to a character design artist? A: Good question...The number one thing needed for a designer is to know how to turn a character in space.It’s boring, but it’s the NUMBER ONE THING required for the job. Knowledge of shape and space. Not just 3/4 front. So many portfolios have these amazing drawings, but they don’t mean anything if that can’t animate. Do tons and tons of turns. A lot of people think that character design is this super creative flourish of whatever you want all day long. And honestly, it’s not.It’s a lot of mundane clinical turns that are done for use by animators.It’s very boring most of the time.

Q: Would that be very similar for general concept art? A: Well, there’s a difference between visual development and character design.Character design for TV is CLINICAL AND STERILE. But VERY useful. And necessary.But it’s not the life of a “Art of” book.You need to be able to think like a computer.

Q: How early did you have the concept for Lance, and did his role change during development? A: I think I’ve told this story before but I love telling it. About Lance. So. I had flown to New York to pitch the show to Music legend Alan Menken... We spent the day pitching and Alan loved the concept of the show and agreed to write our songs!!! HUGE! Life changing day for sure. So I think he got us tickets to see Aladdin that evening on Broadway. I had never seen it on stage. So we went and I always keep notes for ideas in my phone. And the moment I saw James Monroe Iglehart, I knew he needed to be in the show. He was so much fun! And big! And funny! And a GREAT singer.I wrote down “Eugene needs a fun friend from his past and James would be perfect!” This was before we even began writing any scripts for the show. So from then on out, he became a character in my head, it was just the details of how he would play into the story.But we all love him and James is like a brother to me. We have so much in common! He’s the best! He’s in Hamilton on Broadway now! He and Lin go back a LONG way!They have been friends for years! Q: Which movie or show song is your favourite? A: Well, if it’s not too obvious, I’m a “Little Shop of Horrors”/“Little Mermaid” guy.I love the tragedy of Little Shop and the beauty of Mermaid. I love music and animation. I think our songs are some of the best Disney has to offer across the board. I’d put any of our songs against the features any day.And there are more coming that are some of the best in the series!!!

Comment: Listen up is one of my favorites. Chris: I like listen up because Rapunzel at that point needs to listen to the voices in her head... it was motivated by the things that were happening in the bigger story.

Comment: I liked View from up here. Chris: View from Up Here was also motivated by the bigger arc of the story. Songs for me should work hard to inform the audience what is happening in the story overall, not just what’s happening AT THE MOMENT. “Ready as I’ll ever be” was really about Rapunzel getting ready to leave home. She was as ready to start her adventure as she was going to be. We just used the song to give that same attitude to everyone. But Rapunzel is the focus. Everything SHOULD have purpose. Narrative purpose.

Chris: Keep watching and SPREAD THE WORD!!!

#Tangled #Tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #Q&A #Tangled crew #Questions & Answers #chris sonnenburg #Rapunzel #Cassandra #Eugene #flynn rider #Varian #Lance #Adira #Disney

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werewolfdays · 5 years

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Drabble- Picnic Date

sir, those are my emotional support ocs. I write them being cute and gay to cope thx-

“Do you really have to go on patrol today?” I wrapped my arms tightly around Jayde’s waist, unwilling to let her leave my side. All I wanted was to be with her right now.

She looked at me adoringly, “I do.” There was only a little bit of regret in her voice. “Plus, I could really use a run.”

“I know, I don’t walk you enough.” I teased.

Jayde scoffed at me, her hand immediately going to poke the most ticklish spot on my side. I hopped away from her with a yelp and she smiled proudly at herself. “You know what they say about people who talk shit.”

I continued to provoke her, “Since when are you the responsible buzz kill?”

“Since protecting this place means protecting you.”

“Come on, Jay.” I complained.

“I’ll tell you what,” Jayde started, walking over to the desk and pulling out a map of the grounds. She grabbed a pen, searching for a particular spot, “Why don’t you meet me…” the tip of the pen marked an X on an area I haven’t explored yet. The property that the Lodge rested in was massive. You could hike for hours and still be inside the perimeter. That’s why Jayde sometimes had to go out on patrols. To check for breaches along the perimeter’s weak points. “Here.”

I looked at what she had marked and nodded. “Okay, for what?”

“A picnic.” Jayde answered with a crooked grin. “Call it a date.”

A wide grin came across my face, “Are you asking me out?”

“I think that’s pretty obvious.” She replied smugly.

I couldn’t resist teasing her more, “Do you have a crush on me?”

Jayde chuckled, “We’re already together, you dork.”

“You have a crush on me,” I said in a sing-song voice.

She rolled her eyes at me, but the corner of her mouth remained upturned. In one swift motion, Jayde’s hands gripped my waist, and she lifted me up and onto the desk, situating herself between my legs. Boy, did that shut me up. “I have more than a crush on you.” She muttered, leaning in for a heated kiss.

I wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling her closer to bask in it, thinking if anything could convince her to ditch patrols it would be the way I was kissing her right now. Deepening it with a teasing brush of my tongue against hers, Jayde squeezed my hips, drawing me deeper into her with a sharp inhale. So far, it was working. I smiled briefly into our kisses when her hand went under my shirt to caress my skin, traveling higher and higher. I kissed her harder in encouragement, nipping at her bottom lip.

Unfortunately, that seemed to be the thing that snapped her out of it. Jayde broke away, both of us breathing heavily. “That was,” She panted, utterly flustered, “That was a really good try.”

“You started it.” I said, kissing my way down her neck.

Jayde didn’t deny her part. “Meet me.” Her voice was low in her throat against my lips.

My kisses came back up to the corner of her mouth, “I would meet you anywhere.”

She gave me a love-struck smile, kissing me once more before stepping back. “See you later.”

“Be careful out there.” I said, watching her walk away.

“Always.”

“Hardly.”

Jayde’s crooked smile was contagious, and with a wink, she shut the door on her way out.

The hike wasn’t too bad. It helped that we were in the first couple weeks of autumn. A crisp breeze blew through the trees, carrying dead leaves to rest on the forest floor. I always loved being out here. I’m sure there was a part of me that would make a good werewolf for this very reason. Running free through the woods with enough energy to last for hours sounded pretty liberating. But that was the only part about being a werewolf that really appealed to me. It certainly wasn’t enough to ask Jayde to turn me.

Following the map, I eventually made it to the place that Jayde had marked. It was a gorgeous little clearing with a massive tree in the center. Its lowest branches were close enough to reach, but the highest stretched up into the sky where I was sure that I could see a good chunk of the property if I could climb it. A stream must have been close by too, because my ears picked up the calming trickle of flowing water. The base of the trunk seemed a good place to set up, so I started unpacking some of the things I brought.

Unsure of when Jayde was going to arrive, I left the food inside my pack, and pulled out a book to entertain myself until then. Settling into the spot, I leaned my back against the tree. I knew Jayde chose this place just for me. It was perfect. Well, almost perfect. All it was missing was her. I still enjoyed it, though. Let myself be sucked into the story in my hands with the relaxing sounds of nature in the background and the smell of fresh forest air.

I wasn’t aware of how much time passed, but I suddenly heard howling in the distance. I couldn’t explain how, but I was always able to pick out Jayde’s voice among a group of wolves. Her howl always stood out to me. The beautiful song that drifted through the mountains said, I’m coming to you.

I smiled to myself and continued my reading. It was always difficult to gauge the distance with a howl, sound can travel in funny ways in the woods, but I knew that she wasn’t too close. Not too far away, either. I figured that I could get in another chapter before she showed up.

About thirty pages later, I heard rustling in the tree line. It started behind me, slowly circling around to my left. Some of the birds went silent for a moment as they listened for the hidden predator, and as she got closer, a few flew away in a flurried panic. A slow grin appeared across my lips, my eyes searching for the movement I was hearing.

Then, a beautiful white wolf appeared out of the trees like some sort of spirit. Even after all this time, seeing Jayde as a wolf approaching me made my breath falter ever so slightly. She was a wolf, and yet, I always recognized her. It was in the way she looked at me. Her eyes were golden, but it was Jayde in that subtle glow, in how she regarded me with an intelligence that I’ve never seen in any other animal.

“There you are.” I said, putting my book aside while she trotted up to me.

Jayde came to where I was sitting and nuzzled her head against mine in greeting. A giggle escaped my lips when she ruffled some of my hair, nearly knocking my glasses off, so I put them down beside my book and reached up to pull her into an embrace. I loved how soft her fur felt. I could run my hands through her thick coat all day if she let me. Some days she did.

Without much ceremony, Jayde laid down beside me and plopped her head into my lap with a huff. “Too tired to shift back just yet?” I mused, brushing some bits of leaves out of her fur. The wolf grunted in confirmation. “Okay, well, I have clothes in my backpack when you’re ready.”

She made herself more comfortable against me, and I began a soothing motion of my hand through her fur. Starting at her head and brushing all the way down to her back. Or as far down as I could reach. Jayde’s wolf form was huge. I’ve never been around a regular wolf before, but it was hard to imagine that it could be bigger than her. The size and skill she possessed as a wolf was why she was one of the most, if not the most intimidating werewolf around here. I smirked to myself as I realized it also made her the easiest to cuddle.

We relaxed for a little while, enjoying the quiet and each others company, the calmness that the forest gave us. At one point, there was more rustling close by. Jayde’s head perked up for a second, but she didn’t seem too concerned about it. That is until a reddish-brown wolf appeared in the clearing. They clearly stumbled upon us on accident. The way the wolf froze at the sight of us, their head cocked curiously in our direction, confirmed that. I didn’t recognize them, though I was sure Jayde did. She didn’t get up, but her hackles rose, and a low rumbling growl drifted through the air as she flashed her teeth. It was the wolf version of piss off.

The other wolf’s ears flattened, bowing their head and retreating back into the woods to leave us alone. I rolled my eyes at the satisfied grumble Jayde made as she relaxed back into my lap. “Don’t be rude.” I chastised softly.

I think there was something about being in her wolf form that made her instincts more heightened. Jayde was always more protective over me as a wolf. She rarely let another werewolf in their wolf form near me. I knew that she just wanted to keep me safe. Sometimes werewolves could be unpredictable when they turn, so I never really said too much about it, but she didn’t need to be that way all the time.

Her ears twitched in the direction of my voice, and she turned her head enough to side-eye me. I gave her an exasperated smile, shaking my head. In response, Jayde sat up and licked my cheek, which only made me laugh. When I batted her muzzle away, she jumped back playfully. I couldn’t resist how adorable she looked with a wolfish grin and a wagging tail.

“Big scary werewolf.” I quipped, pushing myself up on my feet. Jayde barked and danced away from me, narrowly avoiding my swat. It was always strange to play around with her like this. It felt like I was interacting with a big dog and Jayde all at once. My brain was telling me that I was seeing an animal, but my heart had no issue knowing it was Jayde. Somehow, it was a perfect balance. Though, I will admit that it took a little getting used to in the beginning.

The white wolf bounced around me, too quick for me to react. I switched tactics, running away from her now. Jayde always took it easy on me, her reflexes and strength gave her an unfair advantage, so she leveled the playing field by holding back. Otherwise she would always win, and there’s no fun in a game of tag that last two seconds whenever she’s it. That being said, she never made it too easy.

I managed to avoid her while using the tree as a shield, darting around it to try and keep the trunk between me and her, but then she cut me off on the third pass. Her massive wolf form tackled me to the ground. Not enough to hurt me, but enough to throw me into defeated laughter. Jayde’s snout started nuzzling into my neck and poking me in my ticklish spots, which just threw me into uncontrollable hysterics.

“Okay, Okay, you win!” I laughed, trying to shove Jayde’s head away from me.

At my surrender, Jayde sat back on her haunches, looking far too pleased with herself. I didn’t know how she managed to look so smug in her wolf form, but she did. She shook her coat proudly to bask in her triumph before she started to shift back. The transformation always took a minute or two, so I went to my backpack to pull out the clothes I brought for her. By the time I placed them on the blanket I had laid out earlier, Jayde was walking over to me as a human.

“You’re getting quicker.” She said, bending down to grab her jean shorts and slipping them on. “Nearly got away from me there.”

“We both know that you would’ve caught me no matter what.” I answered, flashing her a smirk. “How was your patrol?”

“Uneventful.” After Jayde pulled her tank top over her head, she ran a hand through her knotted hair. I kind of liked how her hair looked after a turn. It was attractively unkempt. She was one of the few people who could look sexy without even trying, and I certainly wasn’t complaining. “Boring as hell. All I could think about was coming here to meet you.”

I shrugged innocently, “Told you to ditch.”

Jayde gave me an amused smile, sitting beside me under the low hanging branches. “I never would’ve thought you’d be the type to convince me to skip out like I’m ditching class in high school.”

“I can be full of surprises.” I said, rummaging through my bag until I found the food and water I packed. I handed Jayde one of the sandwiches I made, “It’s not as good as the food you make, but it was made with love nonetheless.”

“That’s the important part.” Jayde eagerly accepted the offering and took a generous bite.

“This spot is beautiful, by the way.” I took a bite of my own sandwich, knowing that I would need the energy for the hike back.

Jayde nodded while she finished chewing, “Yeah, I came across it last week. I knew you’d love it.” Turning made her super hungry, and it was always funny to watch her devour something after shifting back like she thought someone would steal it away from her at any second.

“I do. This could be a nice little meeting place for us.” I wanted to have a lot more days like this with Jayde. It felt so good to be out here with her. Like nothing could touch us.

“As long as no more strays come running through.” She grumbled into the remnants of her sandwich.

I gave her a level stare. “Stop being so territorial, Jay. This place is for everyone.”

Jayde took a minute to finish her sandwich, and expertly tossed the crumpled wrappings into my open backpack. “Yes, but I want you all to myself right now.” Her voice was low enough to almost be a growl. Before and after a turn, Jayde’s wolf lingered like an air around her. Her behavior was still half wolf.

On instinct, she pitched forward and kissed me. I wasn’t about to stop her. I blindly set my sandwich down, not really caring where it landed, and kissed her back. Her arms wrapped around my waist, guiding my body to settle in her lap. This close to her turn, I could actually feel the presence of her wolf as she kissed me. Her skin was still hot, her muscles twitched under my wandering hands with residual energy. And she always kissed me a certain way. It was a different kind of hunger that I tasted on her tongue, more intense, but addicting all the same.

I pulled back enough for me to see her eyes. Sure enough, they had the yellow glow. My smile grew and I traced my thumb across Jayde’s bottom lip, just taking a moment to admire her.

“How do you always know?” She asked.

I knew she was talking about the fact that I guessed correctly about her eyes. “I can feel it.”

Jayde smiled at my answer and her eyes started to shift all over my features. Her voice was almost a whisper as she said, “I am so in love with you.”

Every single time she said that made my heart soar unbelievably high. “Well, I’m in love with you too. Funny how things work out that way.”

Her grin grew brighter, and it was a sight to behold. A part of me wanted to take a picture every time she smiled at me like this, but I knew this was a special smile that she reserved only for me. I selfishly wanted to keep it all to myself.

Jayde switched our positions, laying me down on the blanket with care, her familiar weight settling on top of me. I felt that hunger again as her mouth went to my neck. There was a small voice in the back of my head that told me I probably shouldn’t let a werewolf’s teeth so close to my throat, but the amount of trust I had in Jayde only made it thrilling. The gentle pinch I felt when she nipped at me made my nerves spark in the best way. I could always feel when she wanted to bite harder, and loved her for the restraint she showed. Jayde knew exactly how I liked it.

“Let me know when to stop.” Jayde said against my ear.

Her voice made me shiver under her. “What makes you think I want you to?”

Her breath tickled my skin when she let out a small chuckle. “Some activities are best kept behind closed doors where I can do what I want to you without worrying about possible prying eyes.”

“Good point.” I said, bringing her back up to my lips. “Just kiss me.”

It was so easy to let the entire world just fade away when I was kissing her. The gentle cadence of her lips against mine sent me to a completely different realm. It made me feel safe and excited and loved. All at once. I could never get enough of her. I was aware of every movement she made, every inch where her body was pressed against mine. My senses became so alive whenever she was near just so they could drink in every drop of her. I wondered if this is what she felt all the time or if it was even more intense for her.

We were both getting into it. Perhaps more than we intended, because I felt Jayde’s thigh grind into me. The friction caused me to moan into our kisses, and that noise snapped me out of it. Another movement like that, and we would pass the point of no return. I had just enough self restraint pull back, remembering her words. Though I was sure we were close to reaching a point where neither of us would care, I wanted to at least give her the chance to change her mind.

“Okay,” I uttered through uneven breaths, placing my hand to her shoulder to push her back a couple inches. “Do you want to stop?”

The question seemed to bring Jayde back to Earth too. She looked down at me for a few seconds, pondering what she wanted. Then, she looked around us and nodded. “Not really, but I don’t want to do it here.”

I smiled at her, raising a hand to caress her cheek, “That’s fine with me.”

Jayde leaned down to kiss me one more time. Her gratitude present in her soft peck, and she slid off of me, lying on her back beside me. We were quiet for a few minutes, just staring up at the trees reaching into the clouded sky, before Jayde looked around the blanket for something. I watched her curiously as she grabbed the book I had been reading, only looking at it long enough to read the title, and handing it to me.

“Will you read to me?” She asked.

“You don’t even know what the book is about.” I replied with amusement.

“I don’t care, I just want to hear your voice.”

I stared at her, unable to hold back a smile or the noticeable blush that I felt color my cheeks. I flipped over onto my stomach and grabbed my glasses. My fingers flipped through the pages, looking for the place I had left off. Even though I didn’t mark it, it wasn’t hard to find the part I was on. Jayde watched me almost the entire time I read, her gaze only straying to look for whatever creature had disturbed the serene quiet or to shut her eyes for a few moments. I read to her until the sun started to set. Until, even with my glasses on, it became too hard to track the words on the pages. Jayde took the book from me, and as I was about to ask what she was doing, she started to read where I stopped.

I looked at her completely baffled that she could read with such ease. “How can you see?”

She paused and looked up at me, eyes glowing softly in gold. “Werewolf remember?”

“Of course, you have built-in night vision goggles.” I said, throwing my glasses aside dramatically like they were useless, “How could I forget?”

Jayde smirked and continued her reading. I was certain that she could tell how much I was enjoying the book, and loved her for reading it too me when I couldn’t. It was a way to prolong our time together out here, and I would’ve used any excuse. My worries completely vanished in this space with her, dissipating through the trees like morning fog. I folded my arms under my head while I watched her read, letting the sound of her voice wash over me.

She was so beautiful, and the simplicity of her reading to me was utterly entrancing. I was overwhelmed by my love for her in this moment, enthralled with every sentence that left her lips. The way she read it to me made me enjoy the story even more. I could watch her all night, but it was getting late. With the sun being gone, the night was bringing the chill of October. Plus, my eyes were growing heavy.

Sensing this, Jayde only read two chapters. Her slender fingers folded the top corner of the page, shutting the book and setting it aside. When she saw me staring at her with tired focus, she rested her head on her hand, smiling at me and softly asked, “What are you thinking, my love?”

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” I said.

We’ve said I love you to each other more times than I can count. I knew that Jayde loves me more than she’s ever loved anyone, and she knew the same about me. But neither of us has said something quite like this. I realized that when Jayde’s eyes widened slightly. The statement wasn’t much different from everything else we’ve told each other, but it somehow felt like an entirely new confession.

A part of me panicked at the look on Jayde’s face, but then she leaned in to place an incredibly soft kiss to my lips. I kissed her back, and her hand came up to rest on my cheek. “I hope it’s a long life.” She whispered against my lips.

I couldn’t help how giddy her response made me. My grin was too big to continue kissing her, so instead, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer. It was the first time she ever said that she wanted a long life. And she wanted it with me. Words just couldn’t express how that small sentence made me feel. It made everything worth it.

I held her against me for a few long moments, enjoying her presence, but remembering how warm she was and not wanting to give that up just yet. Jayde seemed to have caught on to that, and I heard her release an amused huff.

“You know, if we go home, we can curl up in front of a fire.” She suggested.

“But I want to stay here forever.” I said, unraveling myself from her.

Her eyes studied me again. Even though it was dark, I knew she had no trouble seeing me. With or without glowing eyes. “Me too.”

“We can come back.” I admitted, knowing that we would both benefit from a warm fireplace and some dinner. “Maybe next time we’ll bring camping supplies.”

“That sounds like a great plan.” Jayde gave me a quick kiss before getting up. “Come on, I’ll give you a piggy-back ride home.”

“That sounds like a great plan.” I said excitedly, jumping up to pack our things for the walk back to the Lodge.

#ocs #original characters #original writing #original story #werewolf #wlw #listen writing them being cute like this in incredibly healing #also I need to write more interactions with Jayde in her wolf form #cause Nadya 100% has white fur all over her clothes #werewolves make the best gfs cause you get to be soft w ur girl and also doggie snuggles #my ocs #My writing #Jayde #Nadya #Nadya pov

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Nine Sacred Woods

How many of you are familiar with the Nine Sacred Woods? There is a line in the Wiccan Rede that refers to them: “Nine woods in the Cauldron go, burn them fast and burn them slow.”

You will see them called for in some rituals, I’ve mainly been taught to use them in ritual fires when possible to increase the energy.

So where do the nine types of wood come from? They are actually from the first nine types of wood on the Celtic tree calendar. An ancient pagan calendar that has 13 lunar cycles to it.

So let’s take a closer look at these Sacred trees. Here they are as stated in the Wiccan Rede:

“Nine woods in the Cauldron go, Burn them fast and burn them slow. Birch in the fire goes To represent what the Lady knows. Oak in the forest towers with might, In the fire it brings the God’s insight. Rowan is a tree of power, Causing life and magic to flower. Willows at the waterside stand Ready to help us to the Summerland. Hawthorn is burned to purify And to draw faerie to your eye. Hazel – the tree of wisdom and learning Adds its strength to the bright fire burning. White are the flowers of Apple tree That brings us fruits of fertility. Grapes grow upon the vine Giving us both joy and wine. Fir does mark the evergreen To represent immortality seen. Elder is the Lady’s tree Burn it not or cursed you’ll be.”

For those of you who read that closely, you might notice there are 10. The last tree mentioned in the Rede, The Elder Tree, is considered sacred to the Goddess. In some traditions it is said to not burn wood from an Elder tree, however, this tree is usually still considered Sacred.

First I want to mention that there is as with most old traditions, variation and debate on the interpretation of the Nine Sacred Trees. The way I am writing of, is the way I was taught. I’ve read research supporting many different theories, and this has been the one I am most comfortable with. If you have learned a different order that you are more comfortable with, as always I encourage you to follow your personal traditions.

Now if we are going to have a proper ritual fire, it’s quite helpful if you can identify these trees and know what they represent right? Let’s take a closer look.

Birch – The birch tree is probably the easiest tree to recognise given that it’s trunk is covered in a very distinctive white bark. I use to love drawing pictures on scraps of it that had fallen when I was little. The Birch Tree is known as the Goddess tree. It is said the wood from this tree will help you to call upon the Goddess and have her aid you in your magickal workings. It is also said to be protective and to help one build courage.

Oak – I absolutely adore old Oak trees. There is something about their energy that just calls to me and is amazingly calming. The picture above is of one of the oldest and most famous ones, the angel oak tree, in South Carolina. One of the easiest ways to identify this tree is by looking for acorns. Did you know that Oak trees are the only trees to have acorns? So study the wildlife and since many animals and birds love acorns, they may help you to locate one of these beautiful trees. The Oak represents the God and will help you to draw his wisdom and blessings. This wood also helps to boost our energy and manifest our goals.

Rowan – The magickal Rowan tree. This tree is considered one of the most sacred trees of witches and druids. It has a long history of being known as a magickal tree. The Rowan tree is usually rather slender, having a silvery bark. It has white flowers in the spring, and red berries in the fall. The leaves are usually grouped together in pairs with one on the end for a total of 15. See the pic. This tree will contribute to your magickal workings.

Willow – I absolutely adore the Willow. It’s one of my favourite trees to lay under and watch the branches blow in the wind. This tree is pretty easy to identify as well with it’s long soft branches that hang down and sway in the wind. Willows are known as the Tree of Enchantment. They represent love, emotions, healing and inspiration.

Hawthorn – It is associated with Beltane, and was originally known as the May tree because it bloomed in May. Hawthorn, also known as thornapple or Crataegus is part of the rose family. They average in height from 16 – 49 feet in height. The most common variety has a grey bark and thorny branches. Some species have a bright red fruit that resembles crabapples. This tree will cleanse the heart of any negativity, it’s a purification tree. It is also known to be the tree of the Fae.

Hazel – How many of you love Hazel nuts? I use to, unfortunately for some reason I became extremely allergic to them about 15 years ago out of nowhere. I remember they tasted amazing though. The Celts believe that 9 of these trees hang over the well of wisdom on the other side. This is a tree of wisdom and as such will help you to gain wisdom in your work. The nuts are an amazing way to recognise this tree.

Apple – I bet ever one of us can identify the apple tree. I absolutely love picking apples in the fall One of my favourite things to do. So most trees, albeit we have some green and yellow apples too, but the fruits are red. The colour of love. This tree represents love and fertility in our magickal workings. It will also help to improve your health and aid you to trust in your magickal work.

Grape – So this is the wood that people tend to disagree on. I was taught that the vines of grapes is the eight wood. If you think about it, some vines can get big enough to look like trees. Grapes, like apples, have been around since ancient times and have a long history of being associated with magickal properties such as fertility, health, and prosperity. Wine has also been used as an offering to the Deities since ancient times.

Fir – The fir tree is a variety of Evergreen tree. The way these trees remain green, even through harsh winters, is a sign of immortality. It represents our lives continuing on no matter what the circumstances are. This tree you may see listed as a Pine tree. Both are evergreens. It depends on the tradition you follow.

And that concludes our tour of the Nine Sacred Types of Wood. In case you did not before, you now know how to build a magickal fire for rituals.

Much Love and Many Blessings,

Jasmeine Moonsong

jasmeinemoonsong.com/nine-sacred-woods/

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June 15th-June 21st, 2019 Creator Babble Archive

The archive for the Creator Babble chat that occurred from June 15th, 2019 to June 21st, 2019. The chat focused on the following question:

Describe your comic’s protagonist. Why should we as an audience care about them and their goals?

Nutty (Court of Roses)

Technically I have five protagonists in Court of Roses http://courtofroses.thecomicseries.com/, but I can focus on the main one; Merlow is simply a wandering minstrel who, despite fighting some inner demons, just wants to bring laughter and song everywhere he goes. He is passionate and loves his line of work, and finds the beauty in all expressions in music, and, in turn, in life and in people. His friendly and sincere approach to everyone is what helps bring him and the other four main bards together. Without spoiling too much, once they begin to travel together, he'll be the unofficial leader and the glue between them all.

keii4ii

HoK is about heartbreaks that develop quietly, between people who do genuinely care about each other. The main example of such heartbreaks is feeling abandoned when you need their support more than ever. A lot of us have been through that, myself included. There are countless variations of that experience; the specific variations that I know firsthand, I've mixed them around and given to Ethan and Danbi. That's why their story speaks to my soul, the bruised part of it. And maybe it will speak to yours, too, for the same reasons.

deo101

Millennium's http://millennium.thecomicseries.com/ protagonist, Sage, is a kindhearted, southern farmer who has been thrown into a lot of bad situations he could never understand or prepare for, but always approaches with as much love as he can. I guess we root for him because we, too, want to see the best in things and have that kind of positivity work out.

Respheal

Conan of Galebound http://www.galebound.com/ is a pretty typical farmboy, except he just learned that he's a Hidden Backup Prince, that he has the power to command Magicians, that he's an assassination target, his kidnapper/protector is probably also an assassin, and the literal ocean called him "far worse"--whatever that means. He's had a rough couple of days. I like to think he's relatable and ultimately a good person. At first, his goal was just to get back home, but then he made a terrible mistake with his newly-discovered power. Immediately he takes responsibility for his actions, seeking to learn more about this power so he doesn't hurt anyone else and maybe even help against those using the same power for cruel reasons. Once he feels responsible for something, he tends to through his entire self into taking care of or fixing a problem--sometimes to the point of being a bit self-sacrificial about it. His overall arc, though, is really about following your heart, and recognizing what you really want to do versus what you're doing out of a sense of obligation--or sometimes discovering that your "obligations" and what you want are one and the same.

Desnik

My comic's protagonist (http://ask-a-warlock.tumblr.com/) is actually not the warlock...it's a small bird named Margo who is an animate drawing. She hops out of an illuminated manuscript one day and discovers the real world is very brutal and harsh. Through a series of buddy adventures with a knight, and demonic crime-solving with a cleric, Margo does eventually choose to be part of the real world, because she belongs with her friends...although she secretly desires to be human, as well(edited)

Desnik

argh, I put in the wrong askawarlock...haha, well, updated my urlwith dashes

Mharz

The Angel with Black Wings http://blackwings.mharz.com/ or Big Sis as what me and my readers call her at this point is a sweet and very caring towards people. She's like a motherly figure of some sort. (The one who will tuck you in bed and bake you loads of cookies) However she's heavily plagued by mental illness (feeling extreme guilt and blaming herself on anything bad that happens around her, thinking she doesn't deserve anything good in life, and inner voices that seems to be getting stronger as time passes.) Even tho she thinks she doesn't deserve it, deep down there is a tiny glimmer of hope that one day, she'd be forgiven. Altho her mental issues are amplified, I think most of us can relate to have felt guilt about something we did/didn't do and dwelled and ruminated on it for so long, having uncontrollable thoughts and inner voices that tells us that we are worthless, we are horrible people, everyone hates us and we don't deserve anything. I personally on that boat and slowly working on getting better. So I wrote my comics in the hope whoever reads my comics can make them feel better in some way and find that glimmer of hope. wheeze (edited)

MJ Massey

Emily (http://welcometoblackball.com/) is pretty much a passive doormat. She starts out just doing whatever her parents say and taking the path of least resistence until she feels she can't, that she has to take action to solve her sister's murder. But she has no patience for the shenanigans and games of others, always taking the most direct path she can. Some would say this makes her a concise person, but in her mind she's just doing what's easiest. She ends becoming more assertive and independent over time until she can finally make her own life choices with confidence. A good bit of her insecurities come from being very ill with measles a few years ago, and having to have her hair shaved off. It never grew back quite the same as it was, and her parents are a little more on her case because they want her to marry well in society.

kayotics

I think on paper, Toivo (https://ingress-comic.com/) sounds awful. He’s a wizard professor, single father, serial romantic, and unlucky in his adventures. He’s anxious and a little mean and obnoxious. He’s snarky and kind of an asshole and makes mistakes and doesn’t consider other people’s emotions, so he makes things hard for other people. He orchestrates most of the problems he has to solve. But i think that’s why he’s fun? He’s a good person at heart but he isn’t perfect and that’s the type of character I like to read about.

Desnik

@kayotics He seems like a genuinely fun character to read about. I like characters with flaws that seem to make sense with the story being told

kayotics

@Desnik I like to think he is! One of my favorite comic series is Ranma 1/2, and I think that series fundamentally taught me that you can have characters who are objectively not great people and still likable.

MJ Massey

I've enjoyed reading his misadventures so far. I think that since he usually learns some sort of lesson from his misadventures it makes him really endearing to balance out his flaws

NeilKapit

Lamar Anderson, the current focus of We Are The Wyrecats (http://wyrecats.com/) is a superhero of unyielding principle, to the point of self-destructive fanaticism. He’s a mute genius with cerebral palsy, who has difficulty walking without his hero armor. The Wyrecats were the first and only time he felt like he had friends, and K.A. was his first crush (reciprocated, though neither of them acted on it). When she was put in a coma and the team disbanded, he basically started a one man war against the US government that secretly initiated the plot (long story). Five years later, with K.A. waking up, he’s been questioning his approach, which involved stockpiling weapons and hiring mercenaries to wage guerilla war upon his country’s intelligence agencies. Since K.A.’s hardly in the best mental health at the moment, Lamar’s trying to do his best by her to make a world she’d want to live in.

snuffysam

Mizuki Sato is the protagonist of Super Galaxy Knights Deluxe R (http://sgkdr.thecomicseries.com/). She's a small woman from a small farm town, going on adventures through a strange world. Mizuki's main draw is that she's entertaining to watch. She constantly back-sasses & annoys the people she encounters on her journey (to be fair, some of those people are Taci Ramino) - and when action happens, Mizuki is ahead of the game, out-strategizing her enemies and pushing past her own limits. She may be a bit reckless with her own health, but to her it's worth it if she's helping other people in any way. Mizuki's main goal in life is to find love - someone she could get married to someday, specifically. But... that often doesn't work out for her. Every time Mizuki falls for someone, she loses them to someone else - or worse, she ends up in a short-lived relationship filled with endless put-downs. The people Mizuki encounters in her daily life enjoy the fact that she's around. They like the way she entertains them, the way she helps them out, the way she... makes them happy. But, at least from Mizuki's perspective, nobody she meets actually loves her in any meaningful way. anyway funney muscle lady shoot rainbow lasers woo

AntiBunny

My comic AntiBunny http://antibunny.net/ has multiple protagonists depending on what angle we're seeing the world through, but the original protagonist Pooky Bunny can be best described as a gender ambiguous depressed mess who's trying to become a better person. Why should you care? When you first meet Pooky their depression is clearly in control. As the story unfolds in the past you start to see where that depression comes from, and as it unfolds in the present you'll see Pooky learning to let others in, slowly moving to become a better person. Pooky is not OK, and realizes that, but also sees a way forward. So if you want to see someone who is initially consumed by their flaws and who eventually realizes them and works to overcome them, then maybe you'll care about Pooky. What are their goals? Pooky has both what I'd call external goals, that is things they want to accomplish in the real world, and internal ones, that is how they'd like to change as a person. Externally Pooky is all about unraveling mysteries. Being a reporter Pooky often is chasing a story. Internally Pooky's goals change. Early on it's little more than subsistence. Struggling to get by from one day to the next. Though as the story progresses as Pooky says "I'm trying to be a better person." Pooky goes from being someone who's dead inside to coming alive again. You'll see that trauma in Nailbat that started this, and in The Gritty City Stories you'll see the recovery. It's all about the fall, bottoming out, and climbing back up. Essentially that's Pooky.

Attila Polyák

Anne is the protagonist and mostly the perspective character of Tales of Midgard: The Age of Magic https://talesofmidgard.com/comic/book-1-cover-page/. She's a knight and a mage and more or less she's a well established person with a generally (currently) good life. She's definitely not someone special. Magic is very common and accessible to basically everyone and being a knight in a world full of magic is also not really extraordinary. So why should you care about someone who's not special? That's exactly the point! Most fantasy stories are set in fantastic worlds yet the main cast, and the protagonists especially, are still special. Even compared to the world. Not here. This story is the story of the everyman. The true everyman, not a chosen one, not someone who is surrounded by prophecies left and right, just your regular normal person. Of course we're still in a fantasy world so what's regular to the characters is still fantastic for the readers, and these "everydays" are still adventures compared to the normal lives most of us live in real life. Plus... Just because she not special she and everyone else in the story can still, just like in real life, be swooped up into events that are larger than life and seeing normal people cope with the extraordinary is always more interesting than extraordinary people playing their own game.

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Bonded Chapter 27: Vulnerable

The newest chapter to my Reylo fanfic (rated T). If you want to check out the previous chapters, here’s the link to AO3!

The forest is alive with sound.

The staccato call of two long-necked birds, flitting from tree to tree. The chirping of insects, rising and falling in a kind of song. The rustling of animals as they scurry by, foraging for food.

Rey stalks through the woods, the earth crunching under her boots, moist soil covered by a bed of dead leaves, twigs, rocks, and all manner of flora.

Her eyes are sharp and observant, taking in the sights and sounds, both enjoying them and assessing them, filtering everything she sees through a checklist in her mind.

It’s thick here. The trees are full and close together, the ground covered with brush and vines.

It’s not ideal.

On the one hand, they’ll have more cover. On the other, it will slow them down, make it easier for the slavers to catch up to them and more likely that someone will get lost.

The target for this rescue is fifty, more if they can. Fifty people, tired and underfed, trekking through the forest at first light. They’ll be scared, on edge, moving through unfamiliar surroundings.

It would be better if there more space between trees, less brush to push through. They’d move more quickly and in a larger pack, reduce the chance of someone getting separated.

Rey can only hope that someone else finds a thinner area of the forest, anything more open than this. She’s got four other scouts out here. Surely one of them will find a better route.

But she can’t count on it. For all she knows, this is the thinnest area of the forest. She needs to keep her focus, keep imagining the escape in her mind, what they’d need to watch out for.

She reaches for the navigational device in her pouch, checking the distance to their rendezvous point.

Three and quarter miles to go. Close to halfway.

She looks up and around as she tucks the device back in the pouch, searching for a distinctive marker or any sign that this part of the forest is different than where she started.

But there’s nothing.

It seems like the same mass of trees, so high and thick with verdure they blot out most of the sky, the light trickling through only in thin streams.

Rey sighs and returns her gaze forward, brushing past a layer of vines hanging from a branch above. Suddenly, she starts to slow, squinting.

She can’t tell for sure, but it seems to get brighter not far ahead. Much brighter, as if the forest abruptly ends. Maybe it opens into a field…?

She picks up her pace, brushing away greenery as she weaves between the trees, her pulse quickening in anticipation. She hops over a log, eyes trained forward, eager to make out what she’s seeing.

She slows as she gets closer, her heart sinking as the view gradually comes into focus.

That’s an open space alright. But it’s no field.

It’s a ravine.

Her pace tapers to a trudge as she approaches the edge of an abrupt drop, at least thirty feet deep. She halts, sighing heavily as she takes in the scene.

The ravine is wide, so wide that even the tallest tree in the forest couldn’t bridge the gap. It stretches on indefinitely to the left and to the mountain on the right. It’s covered in green, vines crawling up the steep sides, curling around roots jutting out of the earth. Under any other circumstance, she might think it was beautiful.

But right now, it’s death knell.

No.

This won’t work.

They can’t take the rescues this way. In fact, depending on how far the ravine goes, they might just have to rethink their whole strategy for this one…

Rey crosses her arms as she mulls over this unpleasant development. She lets out a puff of air, examining the ravine closely, reluctant to give up just yet.

If it’s as long as it appears to be, perhaps there’s a bridge somewhere. Then again, if there is, that’s the first place the slavers will go when they realize a chunk of their property is missing. In fact, she wouldn’t be surprised if they have someone guarding the bridge, keeping an eye out for thieves and escapees.

She purses her lips, thinking.

What about the mountain?

She twists to the right.

It’s not far, a little over mile by the looks of it. There could be a path along the side or even a tunnel. It’s worth a look.

Rey turns away from the ravine, walking back into the forest a few feet, then changing direction. She stalks towards the mountain, tepidly hopeful she’ll find a way to make this work.

And yet, she has a gut feeling this is a lost cause. Try as she might, she can’t imagine a way through or around the mountain that wouldn’t pose considerable danger to their rescues. They need a straight shot, something quick and less complicated.

She walks forward briskly but less purposefully than before, slowly accepting the reality of the situation, that it all depends on what the other scouts find. She begins to observe the forest more for its beauty than its potential as an escape route, noting all kinds of plants she’s never seen before, many of them brilliant colors, a deep red, a bright yellow.

Before long her mind begins to drift, her surroundings fading to the background as her thoughts meander down a familiar path, almost involuntarily, like on autopilot.

She just can’t stop thinking about it. She can hardly pass an idle minute without going back to it, running through the scenes in her mind.

There’s still so much to process.

They’d talked for hours. Hours. Though the night and into the morning, only stopping because both of them could hardly keep their eyes open. They cried together, laughed together, worried together. They shared stories, fears, hopes, dreams.

Rey pictures the woman’s face in her mind, her bright eyes, that crinkle just under them, her features animated with emotion, sometimes soft and sad, other times sharp and focused.

It’s strange to think that it wasn’t too long ago that Rey thought of her as “the General.”

Now, she’s Leia. She’s not some tall, imposing figure but a human being, just as fragile and vulnerable as she is resilient and strong.

Rey was surprised to find out exactly how human Leia really is. The woman always seems like steel in public, so confident and decisive, like she’s never second-guessed herself a day in her life.

But, of course, she has.

Leia doubts. She worries. She feels just as lost and lonely as Rey does sometimes, disconnected from everyone around her by lifetime of extremes— legendary victories offset by the darkest tragedies. She defeated the Empire but lost her home. She created a new order only to watch her son rip it all to shreds.

And she carries it all alone, pondering it secretly in her heart.

Leia needed this. She needed it just as much as Rey did, maybe more so. She needed to connect with someone she can’t hide from, someone who has an inkling of what it’s like to hope even in the most desperate situations, to love even through the bitterest differences.

At this, the conversation replays in Rey’s mind, the one she keeps going back to. Out of hours upon hours of revelation, encouragement, and advise, this is what she remembers the most, the thing that lingers.

“Do you think it’s wrong?” Rey had asked tentatively. “To love him? To just want to be with him, in spite of everything?” She tensed, bracing herself for an answer she didn’t want to hear.

But Leia surprised her.

“Rey…” She’d scoffed softly, leaning in closer. “I’ve spent a lifetime loving people I deeply disagree with on both a personal and ideological level. It’s not wrong.” She shook her head firmly. “You can’t help who you love. And you can’t help but be drawn to the ones you love, to want be with them even when there’s so much that divides you. In fact…” She leaned back as her voice trailed off, her eyes growing dark with thought.

“Sometimes I wonder…” She mused. “I wonder if opposites attract for a reason. Maybe it’s the universe’s way of finding balance.”

“What do you mean?” Rey asked eagerly.

Leia didn’t answer straight away but instead looked to the floor, mulling over the question. When she finally spoke, her voice was distant, her gaze soft and faraway.

“It’s the easiest thing, you know.” She tilted her head back. “To see the opposing side as the villain, as something so wrong it’s beyond comprehension why anyone would ever think that way. And when you see people like that, you don’t engage with them. Why would you? Even just talking to them, entertaining their ideas, feels like a violation of your values. But…” Leia looked at Rey as she articulated the word.

“When you add love to the equation, things are different. You’re willing to listen. You’re willing to consider the other’s perspective, to try to understand why they believe what they believe, why they do what they do. And then, as time passes, as the love grows, what once seemed just wrong looks more… complex.” Leia chose the word carefully, drawing it out. Then she smiled to herself. “That’s when you really start to change.”

Rey remembers how her heart fluttered at this, how it seemed to be exactly the answer she was looking for, what she needed to hear more than anything.

But then Leia abruptly sat up, reacting to Rey’s emotions, her eyes wide and urgent.

“That’s not to say love can mend all differences,” she added hastily. “I’m sorry to tell you that it can’t.” She shook her head. “Sometimes people don’t change. And there are some divisions that are truly irreconcilable.” She leaned in close, her gaze kind but with an undertone of pain.

“Rey,” she started gently. “I’m sure you know how I happy I’ve been to hear what you’ve told me today. I-” Her voice suddenly broke. “I haven’t felt this kind of hope in a long time.” She couldn’t contain her smile as she spoke, her eyes glistening with tears. But in the next instant her face fell, suddenly growing solemn. “But based on everything I’ve heard, it’s important that you…” She gulped. “And I… prepare for the possibility that things may not turn out the way we want them to.”

Rey’s heart drops at the memory of Leia’s warning, the uncomfortable truth hitting her just as heavily now as it did then. She absently brushes past the vines in front of her, feeling that tension well inside, an agonizing frustration that’s all too familiar.

She’d thought for sure that talking with Leia would help her see things more clearly. And it did, in some respects. Yet she still feels hopelessly unclear on the one thing she wants to know more than anything.

How is she supposed to handle this mess?

She can’t control how she feels. She wants him so badly, more and more every time she sees him. But how can she give into her desire when he still expects her to be something she’s not? How can she let herself be vulnerable with him when he’s still the Supreme Leader of the First Order?

Even Leia didn’t have answers to these questions.

“I can’t tell you what to do, Rey.” She’d shook her head firmly. “To be honest, I’m not even sure there’s a right thing to do, at least not in an objective sense. But I can give you some perspective.”

“So, what would you do?” Rey leaned forward intently. “In a situation like this?” Leia sighed as she looked up to the ceiling.

“I don’t know,” she said quietly. “I hope…” she tilted her head, “that I’d be open to listening, to seeking a middle ground. But I also hope that I wouldn’t compromise my core values, that I’d stand firm on the things that matter most. And regardless of what choice I made, whether I gave into my feelings or not, I hope I’d be honest with myself about why I made that choice.” At this, Leia glanced at Rey, narrowing her eyes.

“What?” Rey asked defensively. Leia pursed her lips.

“I think…” She began cautiously, “that you have very good reason for being wary of this relationship. But I also think, maybe…” She paused as if considering whether or not to continue. “That there’s another reason you’re not giving in to what you feel, perhaps a reason you’re not entirely aware of…?” She raised an eyebrow. Rey looked back, guarded, but said nothing.

“Tell me,” Leia continued with a steady gaze. “Is this your first time being in love?” Rey answered with a short nod. Leia nodded back in response, then clasped her hands in her lap. “Is it like you thought it would be?”

At this, Rey looked away, suddenly finding it difficult to maintain eye contact.

“It’s…” She gulped. “Different. More complicated, I guess.”

“How?” Leia probed.

“It’s just…” Rey struggled to find the right words. “I never realized… I didn’t expect…” She tensed, her gaze still fixed on the floor. “It would scare me,” she finished in a low voice.

“Why does it scare you?” Leia asked quietly.

“Because.” Rey abruptly snapped her head up. “I never thought I’d fall in love with the Supreme Leader of the First Order.”

“And if he weren’t the Supreme Leader,” Leia responded without skipping a beat. “If he were just an average person, you wouldn’t feel this way, you wouldn’t feel scared?” Rey looked away again.

“I…” She squirmed. “I’m not sure.”

“Can you,” Leia asked tentatively, “think of a reason why you might be?” Rey shrugged.

“I don’t know,” she mumbled. “I guess… I guess maybe… I’d still worry…” She let her voice trail off, unsure how to finish. Leia waited patiently, never pushing her once. “I might still worry about getting hurt,” she finally whispered.

“Rey.” She looked up and was met by dark eyes brimming with compassion.

“I’ve been around for a few years now,” Leia started with a wry smile. “And I’ve been in love more than once. I’m sorry to tell you… I got hurt every time. In fact, I don’t know a single person who’s fallen in love and not gotten hurt. Even in the strongest relationships I know, people still get hurt sometimes. It’s just part of being in love.” Rey’s heart sunk as she heard this.

“But that’s not the only part.” Leia leaned in closer, eyes bright with intensity. “The thing that makes love so scary, that causes you to get hurt, is the exact same thing that makes love so precious, that bonds people together in the most meaningful way imaginable.”

“What thing?” Rey whispered.

“Opening your heart,” Leia answered. “Letting yourself be utterly vulnerable, more vulnerable than you’ll ever be.” Rey gulped, surprised to feel tears pushing at the backs of her eyes.

“Rey,” Leia said her name tenderly, lifting a hand to her face. “I don’t know if it’s right for you to give in to what you feel for my son. But I do know that you shouldn’t let fear make your choice for you.” At this, a few tears escaped down Rey’s cheeks. “Being in love is a wonderful thing,” Leia beamed. “And I want you to experience it one day, all of it, whether it’s with my son or someone else.”

As these words echo in Rey’s mind, she starts to slow without realizing it, soon halting outright, standing silently in the middle of the forest. She looks down, but doesn’t really see the ground below. She’s lost in her thoughts, the memory of Leia’s hand on her cheek, the strength of her emotions as she spoke— her confidence, her compassion, her hope.

Rey lets herself linger there, linger in that moment and everything it made her feel. Warm. Connected. Terrified. Ashamed. Uncertain.

As she does, she can’t stop the thought from crossing her mind.

Sometimes she misses her life on Jakku.

She never thought in a million years she’d ever think such a thing. She was so lonely there. So desperate for companionship, for love. All she ever wanted was to belong with someone.

But she never realized what that would feel like, all the complicated emotions, how hard it would be.

Lately, she’s imagined going back in time, coming face to face with her former self so she can urge her to enjoy her simple life while she can, embrace the monotony, the boredom, the comforting regularity.

Get up. Scavenge. Trade. Eat. Imagine. Sleep. Do it all again the next day.

No galactic wars to worry about. No Force. No bond. No Ben. No grand destiny looming vaguely overhead. Just survival, pure and simple.

Those were the days…

Read the rest of the chapter on Ao3!

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