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obessedwithfictionalmen · 1 month

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Co-Stars pt.13

Callum Turner X Actress! Reader

Summary: Y/n and Callum have their puppy interview, but they fell in love with one...

Warning: use of Y/n/ babies/

Word count: 750 words

They sat down, she was so excited. ‘’I’m so excited!’’ She squealed as she rested her head on Callum’s shoulder. Callum only laughed before Great Pyrenees puppies run into the room. Y/n’s eyes filled with stars, just like anime, she was in awe. ‘’Oh my god! Hi precious!!!’’ she squeals. Callum looks at her, smiling, but a puppy ran on him. ‘’Oh, hello you!’’ he giggles. Puppies run into each other and fight a little. ‘’No! Don’t fight, I’m going to separate you!’’ Y/n squeak, separating the puppies. ‘’Honey, these puppies are not Daisy and Ophelia’’ Callum laughed. Y/n giggled and looked at the interviewers. ‘’How did your labour go? And did it affect your work?’’ Y/n smiled. ‘’I was long, but it was totally worth the pain, I have two beautiful girls at home. And I think it affected my work in way that I’m more conscious of the time I’m spending away from home’’ she said, while her hand was being chased by puppies. She really fell in love with one of the puppies. ‘’What’s this little guy’s name?’’ she asked. ‘’He’s called Jazz’’ one of the women said. ‘’Callum, what was the best thing about working with Y/n?’’ As he was about to answer, a puppy ran on his leg. ‘’Hey there, little guy, uh the best thing about working with her was, uh, it was like having a safety net. During like hard scene, she was often with me, and it was reassuring, knowing that she was there with me’’ he said. ‘’Y/n, same question’’ Y/n smiled and looked at Callum. ‘’Uh, like he said – ‘’ a puppy was chewing on her hand. ‘’ – no, I’m not a toy. Uh, sorry where was I?’’ she laughs. She didn’t think she was going to give much content, she was too distracted by puppies.

The interview was sadly over, Y/n didn’t want to go. She fell in love with Jazz and wanted to bring him back home. ‘’Can we have him?’’ Y/n asked, eyes filled with happy tears. She was holding Jazz. ‘’Y/n, we have newborn twins at home, you want a puppy that’s going to grown and be enormous?’’ Callum giggled. Y/n nodded and smiled, she kissed Jazz and looked at Callum. ‘’Please, look at him! He’s adorable!’’ She squeals. ‘’But we’re already sleep deprived, we have two babies, and you want a puppy?’’ he laughed. ‘’Yes, please, please, Callum you’re the best husband and the best dad ever, please!’’ she did her puppy eyes, he wasn’t able to resist. ‘’Ok, but remember it was your idea!’’ he finally gave in.

When they entered the house, Rosemary was in the living room with the twins. ‘’Hello! How did it go?’’ she asked. ‘’Good, we have a puppy!’’ Y/n exclaims as she shows the puppy to Callum’s mom. ‘’Oh my, he’s adorable!’’ she smiles. Y/n puts the puppy on the ground and goes to her daughters. ‘’Hello my precious! Were you good for grandma?’’ she squeaks. ‘’They were angels’’ Rosemary answers.

She looked at the time, 3:16 am, she was woken up by cries, Callum was asleep, but it was okay, he already got up earlier to feed the twins, but it was Y/n’s turn. When she opened the door, Jazz was in front of it. He looked like he wanted to pee, so Y/n quickly got to Ophelia, she was crying, started to breastfeed her as she went down the stairs to bring Jazz to her pee mat. Callum woke up, because his other daughter was crying, his wife wasn’t beside him. He went in his daughter’s bedroom and took Daisy in his arms, he heard Y/n talk downstairs, so he followed the noise and found his wife, breastfeeding Ophelia and directing Jazz, at the same time. She was seated on the floor, waiting for the puppy to pee. ‘’Honey, what are you doing on the floor?’’ he yawned. ‘’Ophelia was hungry, and Jazz needed to pee, but the mat is stressing him, so I’s staying with him. Is Daisy hungry too?’’ she asked. ‘’Yeah, I think so, give me Ophelia’’ Callum said as they exchanged daughters. She switched breast as she began to feed Daisy. Callum sat next to her. ‘’I told you it was going to be tiring’’ he smirked. ‘’Don’t be a smart butt, I’m not (yawns) tired’’ she said. She rested her head on his shoulder. ‘’I love you’’ she whispers. ‘’I love you too’’ he replied. Jazz finally peed; the couple almost celebrated, that meant that they could go back to a much needed sleep.

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #callum turner imagine #master of the air

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theghostparty · 3 months

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Roméo et Juliette: de la Haine à l'Amour - Redesign - 2024

To understand my completely unnecessary desire to redesign a musical that is over twenty years old, you have to understand that Romeo et Juliette is my Roman Empire. Long explanation under the break.

I wanted this design to be an homage in the silliest way possible.

I really leant into the sensibilities of original costume designer Dominique Borg, who used contemporary colour and technique and applied it to historical (or pseudo-historical) silhouettes.

Broadly, I wanted the Montagues to feel English in their shapes--Elizabethan doublets, high necklines, and ruffs, in homage to Shakespeare and the source text. They're all leather, denim, silver hardware--a little bit punk with status.

The Capulets would be deeply Italian Renaissance in their silhouettes, in reference to the setting of the play. They're all velvets, lace, chiffon, satins, and gold hardware--giving them an airiness of the Mediterranean while still allowing some drape here and there.

I wanted each family to have a slightly more broad palette than most versions afford them--which is why the Montagues have a smattering of green and magenta while the Capulets play with some soft yellows and lavenders.

The ball scene is largely Arthurian in inspiration--just because I took the idea of "what would the 1500s consider vintage and costume-y in the same way we think of the Victorian era" and ran away with it. There's also some silly Y2K nonsense because I rewatched the "On dit dans la rue" music video and thought "What if the Capulets threw this big Arthurian affair with full elegance and the Montagues cobbled together some gay club outfits circa 1998 fits out of a suit of armour."

FINALLY, I wanted Roméo and Juliette to take on elements of each other's family's style and colours for the end of the play--because to be loved is to be changed.

So here is a breakdown of my choices for each of the looks.

Un Jour: Here we see Roméo in his base look. It's a two-tone patent leather double with multiple zipper details. The peplum is criss-crossed zippers. The wings over the shoulder seams are edged with zipper teeth. The ruff detail at the neckline is also edged with zipper teeth. He has along zipper across the front of his boot like he's trying to be the next Sailor Moon. I don't know y'all. I went a little feral with trying to figure out all the places I could put zippers in.

Juliette is the most juvenile looking in Un Jour. I imagine that in this scene, she's being dressed by her family instead of her own volition.

She's in an asymmetrical, empire-waisted gown that is likely a brocaded or printed silk. Her chemise is a sheer lavender georgette or chiffon that peaks through the lacing at the shoulders and along the upper arms. She has a velvet choker and velvet belt and a heavily stoned velvet headband. Her hairstyling (it would have to be a wig, it would be NUTS to not make this a wig) is an homage to the open-weave Juliet caps that were similar to nets worn in the period on hair. Italy was, fun fact, one of the few countries where women didn't cover their hair during the renaissance.

L'amour heureux: As I explained above, Roméo's outfit is so silly. The wrap around glasses. The one arm of armour. The sheer, stoned period shirt. The gold brocade on the trousers. The pearl earring. The many, unnecessary belts. Bless this mess. It's also a cheeky little nod to Baz Lurhmann's Romeo + Juliet.

Juliette is, ostensibly, cosplaying as Guinevere or Lady Macbeth or Ophelia or any number of Middle Ages women. The ball is the Capulet's opportunity to really sell their daughter as marriage material so I wanted the look to feel bridal, hence the veil. I wanted to give reference to exaggerated surcote sleeves without actually doing them, hence the sleeve-into-glove and bow detailing with trails down to the floor. There is also a hint of yellow chemise underneath, which is actually just her Le balcon look underdressed for ease of the quick change (yes, I did think about this.) The dress is velvet with one panel of lace in-set into the underskirt. The bows are satin-face organza.

Le balcon: Romeo would change into his base again (during Le Poète). Juliette is in a simple yet totally impractical sheer chemise + slip combo. I wanted this soft yellow for this sequence because I always think about the lines "O she doth teach the torches to burn bright!" and "But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?/It is the east and Juliet is the sun" when it comes to describing her. The chemise would likely be a chiffon, while the slip would be silk.

Aimer: I say this with my whole chest--I hate how they changed the palette for Aimer in the 2010 production. I want my lovers soft and angelic and matching in this moment of union. Here we see a bit more of Romeo's lace shirt--his sleeves are laced like Juliette's in the first look. His doublet, trouser, boot combo are off-white leather in homage to the original production. Juliette's dress has a similar train length to her ball look (again, bridal) and we see the neckline creep up into a ruff (Elizabethan, rather than Italian). Lots of sheer net and lace with cream bridal satin as a skirt. Tiered sleeves. A little circlet on her head.

Le poison: Honestly? Just wanted her to have another outfit change before her death dress as a transitional choice. There's so much more of the purple in this look because it's going to take us into the blue elements of the final dress.

La mort de Roméo/Juliette: Again. To be loved is to be changed. Juliette has a dropped waistline, a high neckline and ruff, and a heart shaped cut-out detail (see: boob window). She's straight up in blue, and all the sweet and soft pinks of her youth are gone. Romeo has lost his high neckline, ruff, wins, and peplum in favour of a shorter Italian silhouette. He's asymmetrical (a call-back to Juliette's asymmetry) and all the edging detail is done in red. Mantua as a setting is patchworked, torn, and dirty, so I imagine the doublet is pieced together from scraps of jersey (so it's drippy and sad and hangs off him in a lovely manner).

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kit-williams · 4 months

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The Red Tithe

Fuck you @bispecsual

OC: Ophelia, 7ft tall stable mutant, female, dirty blonde hair, green eyes

tw: Carcharodon, loss of female autonomy?

Ophelia was use to being a freak. She was the tallest and broadest woman on her planet perhaps even amongst the men. But she was a stable mutant as the church declared her fine. Then the horror came... the Red Tithe as she would discover it to be called. She lived on the edge of a larger town so she had time to try and escape but somehow they discovered she existed and it was horrifying.

Ophelia ran as fast as she could as two brothers had nipped at her heels after she had to put down the children that she was carrying. They ignored them as it was clear she was important quarry. It didn't take her long to realize she was being herded. The apothecaries were excited to have her genetics running through the population of slaves or serfs or even the Astarte. What scared Ophelia so much was how silent they were... and she remembers screaming as she scrambled around the closing net before she was grabbed.

She holds in a whimper as they've made it very clear her place and why she is here... to be breeding stock... to be used and harvested until there is nothing left to harvest. She can still feel the markers being drawn on her body over where her ovaries are. She whimpers as she can feel the prowling of brothers before in a panic she slips into a room to simply hide not realizing she ushered herself into the lair of a predator.

Black eyes lock onto the shaking shoulders and ears tune into the whimpering and shuttering breaths. Tyberos can practically taste the salt in the tears. He can hear her breathing pick up as the door doesn't open and he watches those fearful green eyes dart around looking for a way out. A serf's door... anything...

Ophelia just feels dread wash over her as there is a horrible pit in her stomach. She trembles as she turns and turns right into his palm cupping her cheek and chin. Silent tears flow down her face as she should have questioned why the room was so spacious... why the furniture felt big... she was so use to everything being so small that she couldn't fathom something being bigger. She lets out a distressed sob.

He lets out a soft 'shhhh' as he pets her hair and takes a step closer. Ophelia scrambles back, her singular heart pumping so hard, the wall against her back. The fearful wail stuck in her throat as the firm bed barely gives as she is tossed onto it. Ophelia curls up on herself into the fetal position as she cowers. He whispers to her, "I'll be gentle. I promise."

She sobs still thinking this is some random Astarte she unfortunately wandered into not realizing she entered the void father's room. For Tyberos she was cute... that was a plus... he admired the fact that she ran as long as she did. She'll have many pups... and once they isolate the gene for her height and build they'll collect her eggs and like everything else they acquire... they use it for all it is worth. But as Chapter Master... he will indulge in keeping her around even if they harvest everything from her.

She lets out another sob as his tongue moves against her cheek and he inhales the smell of wildflowers, "I'm going to breed you now." He says as she just sobs beneath him.

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anonymousewrites · 1 year

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A Good Day for Death (Book 1) Chapter Six

Wednesday Addams x Reaper! Reader

Chapter Six: A Good Day for Competition

Summary: Ophelia Hall battles for the Poe Cup, Wednesday has another ominous vision, and (Y/N) successfully uses their abilities.

All four teams began rowing as hard as possible as the rest of the academy began cheering wildly for each of their houses. The Cask of the Armadillo, Xavier and Ajax’s team, pulled out in front of The Black Cat.

“Oh, excuse us,” said Xavier as they went by.

The Gold Bug, Bianca’s boat, lagged behind, but no one was foolish enough to believe that meant they weren’t in the running. They had something up their sleeve. The Pit and the Pendulum, the final boat, rowed in front of The Gold Bug and was in the unfortunate position of being the sirens’ first target, not that they had realized.

“Stroke! Stroke! Stroke!” cried The Pit and the Pendulum team.

As they pulled alongside The Black Cat, one of the boys pulled a lever, and one of the two axes on their boat lifted into the air. It swiped at Ophelia Hall’s team, who instinctively ducked to avoid being decapitated. Having exhausted it’s first move, the axe returned to The Pit and the Pendulum’s side. (Y/N), Wednesday, Enid, and their teammate narrowed their eyes and pushed on with swift, powerful strokes of their oars.

Below, a siren from the sidelines swam up under The Pit and the Pendulum and pushed them towards a strong marker bobbing in the waves. The team tried to steer away, but they were smashed against the buoy, and their boat was destroyed. One team was sunk, and now The Gold Bug had only two opponents left.

“The Pit and the Pendulum is down,” said (Y/N). “We’re next in line since The Cask of the Armadillo is out in front. Plus, Bianca hates us.”

“Spot the siren,” ordered Wednesday.

It hadn’t taken Wednesday long after Ophelia Hall residents explained how Bianca seemed to miraculously won over the years to figure out that she was using a fellow siren to take out boats from beneath the water. If they could just handle the siren saboteur, they could beat her.

(Y/N) scanned the water and the gleam of a tail as it disappeared beneath the calm water. “Off our port bow,” said (Y/N). “Coming closer.”

Wednesday cast an approving glance at them for their technical language before looking down at Thing. “Now.”

Thing pulled one of two levers, and a harpoon with a net attached shot down below The Black Cat. The siren was caught in the net and dragged to the lakebed. Even if they did escape, it would take time and derail Bianca’s plan.

In front of them, The Cask of the Armadillo landed on Raven Island, and Xavier and Ajax began the footrace to grab their flag at Crackstone’s Crypt. The Black Cat landed moments later. Wednesday and (Y/N) jumped out.

“Make sure Bianca can’t sabotage out boat,” said Wednesday to Enid.

Enid glanced at where The Gold Bug was approaching and nodded. Wednesday and (Y/N) sprinted off into the woods. As they arrived at Crackstone’s Crypt, Xavier and Ajax had just grabbed their flag.

“Later, Wednesday,” said Xavier as they ran by.

Wednesday leapt up the stairs and grabbed ahold of the crypt’s entryway walls while she grabbed the flag. Her eyes went wide, and she threw her head back as she was thrown into a fit. (Y/N) ran to her in alarm as she collapsed completely from the strength of her vision. With one arm, they hesitantly supported Wednesday, trying not to touch her too much for fear of their abilities, and with the other, they held the flag.

They watched Wednesday worriedly and listened as Bianca approached to grab their flag. Oh, boy, thought (Y/N). Wednesday will kill me if we don’t win. They glanced down at her. Wednesday, I know you don’t like physical contact, but you’re going to have to bear with me.

Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) focused on the growing trees around them. The grass beneath their feet turned brown as the life was pulled from them, and the leaves turned orange and red as (Y/N) sapped their energy. Vitalized and strengthened, they managed to life both Wednesday and the flag up and began their run back towards the boat.

Bianca had caught up, but she would not get ahead.

Wednesday’s eyes shot open as the girl’s voice echoed in her mind. You are the key. The other is the door. Noticing she was being held, she said, “What is this?”

(Y/N) hurriedly let her down. “I thought you wouldn’t want us to get too behind. Bianca grabbed her flag a moment after us.”

“You made the strategic choice,” said Wednesday, nodding before continuing the run to the boat.

“Come on!” encouraged Enid.

Wednesday and (Y/N) hoped into The Black Cat, and they pushed away from shore, determinedly paddling towards The Cask of the Armadillo and The Gold Bug. Enid cheered as The Cask of the Armadillo began sinking below the lake surface.

“See you, jokers!” called Enid.

“Cheaters!” shouted Xavier.

“No such thing in the Poe Cup,” retorted (Y/N).

“I just asked myself, ‘WWWD?’ What Would Wednesday Do?” said Enid proudly.

(Y/N) grinned. “Brilliant.”

Now it was just The Black Cat versus The Gold Bug. In a few moments, they were nearly on top of each other. Wednesday reached down and flicked their second lever. Harpoons appeared like sabers on the hull of The Black Cat. If they could get close enough, they could tear The Gold Bug apart and send it to its watery grave. Before they could, though, something rocked them from below. The siren had returned and was pushing them away from their target while Bianca smirked condescendingly.

“Now, (Y/N),” ordered Wednesday.

(Y/N) took a deep breath, sent a prayer of good luck to the gods, and plunged their hand into the water. They grasped onto the siren’s wrist, and as they exhaled, they focused on gently replacing the air expelled with energy from the siren. When they felt their opponent’s flailing weaken, they let go and quickly retracted their hand. (Y/N) risked a look overboard and saw a dazed but not dead siren floating in the lake. Relieved, (Y/N) tightly grasped their oar and helped pushed the boat back alongside The Gold Bug. The harpoons jammed into its sides.

“Gotcha!” cried Enid.

“Yes!” cheered (Y/N).

Bianca could do nothing but glare as her boat went down and The Black Cat arrived at Nevermore. Cheers awaited them as Ophelia Hall members celebrated finally winning over the other girl’s dorm. Together, (Y/N) and Wednesday ran the flag up to the official finish line and planted it into the ground.

Ophelia Hall was victorious.

“The first Poe Cup took place in 1897 as a way to not only honor Nevermore’s most famous alumni, but to celebrate those values that all outcasts share,” said Weems. “Community, perseverance, and determination. And we certainly saw those values on display today.” She picked up the Poe Cup and handed it to Enid and the Ophelia Hall team. Enid held it above her head victoriously, and the rest of the academy cheered with her. “Congratulations to Ophelia Hall. As a former resident, I will be happy to see the cup back on the mantle after all these years!”

(Y/N) slipped away as the cheers continued. They enjoyed the teamwork, but they were still a little shaken after intentionally using their abilities and on a person no less. It was exhilarating to have felt such control, but it was also a little frightening to have risked it. So, to process their feelings, (Y/N) curled up under the Poe Statue and pulled out their phone to jot down some ideas in poetry form. Sure, a phone wasn’t the best medium, but it would do in a pinch.

They leaned their head back on Poe’s leg and took a deep breath to compose their thoughts. Opening their eyes, they faced the underside of the book Poe held. (Y/N)’s eyes widened.

A skull inside a flower!

(Y/N) jumped up and ran back into the courtyard. “Wednesday,” they said hurriedly as soon as they got close. Wednesday turned, not saying anything but the mere acknowledgment of their presence was enough to spur them on. “I think I found the book. Or, something like it.”

Now Wednesday was interested. “Show me.”

(Y/N) led her back to the Poe Statue and leaned under to point at the bronze book cover. Wednesday looked under and found the symbol (Y/N) had.

“That’s the symbol. There’s a connection,” murmured Wednesday. She straightened and looked back at the busy courtyard. “Not enough to cover to investigate now.”

(Y/N) looked at where Weems stood speaking to other teachers. “Yeah, Weems will miss you too quickly.”

“After curfew, then,” decided Wednesday. “I’m finding that book.”

“You know, out of all the things I thought a new roommate might cause, repeated sneaking around was not on that list,” said (Y/N).

“I doubt attempted murder was either,” said Wednesday.

“Surprisingly, I figured someone would try to bump me off at some point. I thought it’d be a normie though since they get so weird about death.”

With their casual skull sweater on again, (Y/N) snuck through the courtyard with Wednesday. They shone the flashlight around it.

“Check the book,” said Wednesday.

(Y/N) hopped up onto the dais of the statue and pointed the light onto the bronze pages of the book as Wednesday waited for their report.

“There’s a poem,” said (Y/N) excitedly. “Oh my god, Edgar Allan Poe has a secret riddle!”

Wednesday flipped open her notebook. “Read it to me.”

“ ‘The opposite of moon,’ ” began (Y/N).

“Sun,” decided Wednesday as she deciphered each line.

“ ‘A world between ours,’ ” said (Y/N).

“Nether,” said Wednesday.

“Nice, I would have said the Underworld,” said (Y/N). “ ‘Two months before June.’ Well, that’s April. ‘A self-seeding flower.’ ”

“Pansy.”

“ ‘One more than one.’ ”

“Two.”

Wednesday and (Y/N) settled into a rhythm. No messing about, just one person repeating lines of Poe’s riddle, and the other solving them. Both teens, who, while on the opposite sides of the temperament spectrum, had trouble with others, found it surprisingly to work together.

“ ‘It’s leaves weep to the ground.’ ”

“Willow.”

“ ‘It melts in the sun.’ ”

“Ice.”

“ ‘Its beginning and end never found.’ ”

“Circle.”

“ ‘Every rule has one.’ ”

“Exception.”

“ ‘The answer will give a sharp cracking sound,’ ” said (Y/N). They hopped down from the statue. “That’s all.?”

“The first letter of each word spells out ‘snap twice,’ ” said Wednesday.

“And that fits Poe’s final line,” said (Y/N).

Wednesday smiled slightly in satisfaction. She pocketed her notebook and raised a hand with (Y/N) following suit. The two snapped twice, the sharp cracking echoing through the corridor.

The raven on Poe’s arm folded its wings down, and his arm moved back towards himself. The entire statue and dais shifted back into the wall. Wednesday and (Y/N) stepped inside the newly revealed opening and turned to the right where stairs spiraled below ground. Paintings hung on the wall, and in the room they entered, bookshelves lined the walls with the same symbol as usual on the floor: a skull in the center of a flower.

“A secret society at Nevermore,” breathed (Y/N) with a grin of excitement. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Of course my mother was a part of it,” said Wednesday, deadpanning even more than usual as she found a photo of her parents hanging on the walls. Her eyes trailed to the bookshelves. “Rowan’s book must have come from here.”

“Most of these haven’t been touched in years,” said (Y/N), observing the dust.

“Except for this one,” murmured Wednesday, finding a smear of clean shelf. Someone had removed this book recently.

She pulled it out and flipped through the pages as (Y/N) bounded over to see what she found. Sure enough, the other side of the page Rowan had ripped out lay in the book in Wednesday’s hands. This half had the same flames, but more figures were added. One was a shadowed man with a staff wearing what looked to be pilgrim clothing. The other was someone smaller cast in shadow, but obviously wearing black and holding the scythe that ended in Rowan’s half.

“There we go,” murmured (Y/N). “Not a helpful clue, but a clue nonetheless.”

Wednesday nodded and put the book into her satchel. She and (Y/N) turned to leave, but as they did, two people threw black bags over their heads.

Of course the secret societies at Nevermore are kidnapping people.

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practically-an-x-man · 1 month

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on your OCs' doorstep is a box from Klara with a note that simply reads "have fun", inside could be an ancient magical artifact that will grant the holder any wish they desire or an ancient magical artifact that will instantly swap their powers with the person closest to them

do they open it?

Oooh, interesting!! Thank you!

(I'm not sure if you mean physically closest or emotionally closest so I'm gonna go with physically)

Rae: Pass. There's nothing she really would want to wish for, and switching powers just sounds painful (she's probably closest to Warren when they get the box, and she knows how hard it was for him to lose his wings once, she's not risking the switch for him to lose them again)

Robin: ... sure, why not? Swapping powers would be odd, and she'd definitely rather keep her own powers, but she's intrigued by the wish (and ends up getting the wish, and wishing for her family to be kept safe from any mutant-based conflict in the future)

Madison: Leaves it. In all honesty, she's got a few lingering reservations about her physical mutations, so she wouldn't want to risk "subjecting" someone else to them if they ended up switching. And even beyond that, it would be a steep learning curve to remember she couldn't breathe underwater anymore

Ophelia: Has no innate powers, so she just makes sure she's standing next to someone who also has no innate powers (so there's nothing to swap) and opens the box. Either she gets a wish or nothing happens, and those are good enough odds for her

Jasper: It would be weird to swap powers with Kyle (for one thing, they're not sure if "was necromanced" counts as a "power" on his end, and for another it would be weird to lose their empathic sense), but the chance for a wish probably outweighs the risk. They'd probably wish for financial security, or for it to be as if Kyle had never died the first time (they love him either way, but they know it's still a hard thing for him to process)

Katherine: Opens the box. There's always something she could wish for, even if it's not for her own life, and swapping with Ahk wouldn't do much since they're both already connected with the tablet.

Kestrel: Pass. Could be an interesting experience or wish, but they'd feel suffocated without their shapeshifting.

Quinn: No magic or powers in her world, pass.

Eris: Pass. Nothing they intend to wish for, they want to keep their powers, and there's no point in switching - Rick explicitly does not want to be a metahuman, so he wouldn't take them, and they wouldn't want to swap with anyone else on the Squad

Nikoletta: Actually sits down to talk this one through with Abner. He's obviously not thrilled about having to deal with the dots, and obviously Nik isn't super fond of her shadows either, so maybe they could try bearing the other's burdens for a while? And if it's a wish, that's just a net positive. But in the end, they don't open the box - they're both convinced switching would be more painful for the other person, and they don't want to cause their partner pain like that, so the box just gathers dust on a shelf somewhere.

#my friends!!!#answered asks #my ocs #nikoletta bordeaux #oc quinn/aces #oc eris #oc kestrel #oc katherine johnson #rae mckinney #robin cassidy #madison douglas #jasper wilson #ophelia octavius

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littledigest · 2 years

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Asteroids for the Rejected and Abandoned Lover

Please don't take this one literally and too seriously. These asteroids do NOT mean you or someone else will experience the same fate as the mythological figure.

A lot of these myths and stories end badly for the female character(s). But consider that there is a long history of writers and artists who created tragic female characters to highlight the tragic nature of their work or to explain a different phenomenon. This should not be a reflection of real life. I made this list just because I noticed a similar theme.

11, 171, 556, 209, 53, 43, 2212, 73

Parthenope 11

Named after Parthenope, a siren who drowns herself after failing to lure Odysseus

Her name means "maiden-voiced."

Hard time accepting rejection; overreacting to rejection

Ophelia 171

Named after Ophelia, the rejected lover of Hamlet from Shakespeare's Hamlet

Ophelia loses her mind when she finds that Hamlet did not love her; she drowns

Feeling a loss of innocence; what we thought was real is not real

Regret; a target for misogyny; retreating into the mind where everything is overblown

Phyllis 556

Named after Phyllis, the wife of Demophon, the King of Athens

When Demophon leaves Phyllis behind to help his father in Greece, Phyllis gives him a casket and tells him to open it when he gives up all hope of returning to her.

Some versions have Phyllis committing suicide when she realizes her husband will not come back; other versions have Demophon opening the casket and accidentally falling on his sword, killing him

Losing faith and giving up hope for a relationship; attachment issues

Dido 209

Named after Dido, the founder and first queen of Carthage (modern-day Tunisia)

In Virgil's Aeneid, Dido falls in love with Aeneas, a Trojan hero, but kills herself when he is ordered by Jupiter to leave.

Before she dies, she has a funeral pyre built to burn everything that reminds her of Aeneas and curses the Trojans, giving rise to the Punic Wars between Rome and Carthage.

Becoming vengeful when hurt; overreactions that cause disasters

Also clever, wise, a leader, passionate, volatile

Kalypso 53

Named after Calypso, a nymph who wanted Odysseus to be her husband in exchange for immortality, but he refused because he wanted to be with his wife Penelope

She forces Odysseus to sleep with her and stay with her on her isolated island for seven years

Zeus, with the help of Athena and Hermes, tells Calypso to set Odysseus free

Calypso is upset but helps Odysseus with whatever he needs to leave the island

Her name means "she who conceals"

Hanging onto others for our own benefit; making something/someone fit into our plans; trying to persuade others to change their mind

Falling for someone who is already attached to someone else; being jealous

Feeling that life is unfair; getting the short end of the stick

Ariadne 43

Named after Ariadne, the Cretan princess who helped Theseus find his way out of the labyrinth after killing the Minotaur

Ariadne betrays her father and country for her love for Theseus, who was a sacrifice for the Minotaur

There are many versions, but ultimately Theseus leaves her; Ariadne then marries Dionysus

A labyrinth-like love life; love taking twists and turns; unexpected endings

Betrayal in the name of love or personal desires

Helpfulness cannot be exchanged for love

Hephaistos 2212

Named after Hephaestus, the Greek god of metalworking, woodworking, artisans, fire, and volcanoes

Hephaestus's mother, Hera, throws him off Olympus when she discovers he has a birth defect

He creates a golden throne for Hera that she could not stand up from once she sat down; the gods try to persuade him to free her; only Dionysus is successful when he gets Hephaestus drunk

Hephaestus and Aphrodite marry, but Aphrodite is consistently unfaithful to him with Ares, the god of war

He creates a chain net that falls on Aphrodite and Ares when they are in bed together to parade them in front of the other gods

Hephaestus and Aphrodite eventually divorce

Exacting revenge, big or small, against those who wrong you

Being outcasted by others; black sheep of the family/group

Talented and indispensable but looked down on or underestimated

Klytia 73

Named after Clytie, a nymph who loved Helios, the sun god

But Aphrodite makes Helios leaves her for another woman, princess Leucothoe, as revenge for Clytie revealing her affair with Ares to Hephaestus

Clytie, upset by and jealous of Helios leaving her, tells Leucothoe's father about his daughter's affair with Helios

The father buries his daughter alive, and Helios never goes back to Clytie

Can show where we are excessively jealous and vengeful

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Insurrection - Chapter One

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader

Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Fanfiction

Warnings: None! Let me know if I need to add any!

Ask to be added to my Insurrection taglist!

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Nothing seemed to surprise Geralt anymore.

Not since a Bard, of all people, decided to tag along with him on his hunts. Slaying monsters for a pretty penny was no easy job. He didn't want the Bard around at first, but even though he would not admit it to the young man, he enjoyed the company Jaskier provided.

Just not when he plays his instrument and sang songs for hours on end.

"For God's sake Jaskier, can you shut up?" He snapped down at the Bard from his horse as they traveled through the woods, "You're making the birds annoyed with all your relentless singing."

"You're just jealous of my beautiful melodies." He strummed his Lute very quickly.

"Yeah, that's it." Geralt grumbled, shaking his head as they made their way down a path that seemed to get narrower by the minute. He frowned and glanced around the wilderness with his eyes.

Then, with a yelp, Jaskier was pulled out of sight and Geralt looked up, seeing the Bard swinging in a net that was hanging from the tree.

"Maybe I should leave you there." He grumbled, hopping off his horse and taking a few steps forward, only to hear a snap and another net pull up around him.

With a grunt, the net swayed. He huffed as he remembered his tools were in his satchel, which was dangling off the side of Roach.

It was silent between the two of them for a moment, Jaskier wanted to say something but wasn't sure if it would be an appropriate time to say it.

"Just say it." Geralt groaned, tilting his head back, knowing the man was just going to burst if he didn't get it out of his system soon.

"How's it hanging?"

"I hate you."

He heard footsteps in the distance and sat up quickly, ready to use the rope from the net as a weapon and Jaskier sat up as well, alarmed.

"What is it? Do you hear something?" He whisper-shouted, only to be shushed by the Witcher, who was intensely listening.

"Oh man, I hope we caught something good." A man's voice came from the woods, walking towards the traps. Once he was in view, seeing the two men in the traps, the man laughed. "I am so sorry." He said as three more men joined him, and a woman walked from the trees.

"Well, this is new. The leaders will sure have your head for this, Mack." She pulled a sword from her hip and swung it at a line causing both nets to fall to the ground.

With a groan, the two men stood up, brushing the nets and leaves off of them.

"I do apologize for this. Please, come with us back to our village, you can get some food in you and have a place to rest up." The woman said as the Witcher stood up, she gasped, "Oh, Mack you caught the Witcher! They will give you an earful." She snapped at the man who coward back, away from the woman.

"Village? I didn't think there was a village around here other than the Kingdom of Ophelia, but that isn't for many miles." The Witcher rose an eyebrow and one of the men huffed.

"Well, not technically. It's kind of a secret village, we don't get many newcomers, though I insist you stay for the night at least. Our leaders can explain further. What are your names?" The woman asked as Jaskier attempted to fix the now broken strings of his lute.

"I am Jasiker and this is Geralt of Rivia." Jaskier waved from behind him.

"I am Ashton Mahogany, a pleasure to meet you. This is Mack the Hunter, Truman, and Andrew." She pointed to the men behind her, "Follow me before it gets dark. These woods, they're not very safe at night." She said as she turned around, disappearing into the bushes.

Geralt looked at Jaskier, who merely shrugged his shoulders before following the strangers into the woods, Geralt sighed as he guided Roach into the woods, away from the path.

***

They walked for a few miles until Geralt heard the buzzing of people and soon, he saw buildings. It looked like a small town, a community of people laughing and talking in the streets, children running past them as they found a man-made path. Truman offered to bring his horse to the stable by the Inn, which Geralt hesitated to, but agreed, nonetheless.

"Have you seen Josiah? We have visitors." Ashton asked an older man who was holding some parchment in his hands.

"Josiah left the Village, but Y/N is in the training grounds." He told her and she nodded, gesturing for the two strangers to follow her again.

Clashing of swords could be heard from a distance and Geralt saw Ashton smirking as a fight came into view. Both parties were wearing helmets so they couldn't tell who was fighting unless they were there for the beginning. Many children were sitting and watching the fight from the sidelines, giggling every time a hit was made or sparks from the clashing of their swords flew above them

The fight didn't last long as the smaller one flipped a larger man with just their sword, making his land flat on his back, Jaskier hissed at the sound of the contact the large man-made with the ground.

The victor shot their hand up and the children cheered as they placed their boot on the man's chest. The person removed their helmet and Geralt blinked at the sight. Jaskier gasped, disbelief written on his face.

It was a woman, her blonde hair went down to just below her jawline, her skin was pale but was reddened from the fight, and her smile could be seen for miles. Geralt snapped out of it as the woman spoke.

"And that, my children, is how you put a man in his place when he steps out of line." She said cheekily, removing her foot from the man's chest and pulling him up with ease. They shook hands and the man left.

Ashton walked over to the woman, so Geralt and Jaskier followed suit as the children ran around the training grounds to play.

"Y/N, we have visitors." She said and the woman looked up as she removed the chest plate, he sensed something about her, something his brain couldn't process at that moment.

"You are a Witcher, I didn't think there were any of you left." She said standing up straight, though she was still physically smaller than the Witcher, she smiled and stuck her hand out to him. "Welcome, my name is Y/N of Ophelia, what brings you here?"

Jaskier took her hand instead, "My name is Jaskier and this is Geralt of Rivia, we were caught in one of your Hunter's traps."

The girl's smile instantly faded into a look of shock, and she let out a groan, "I do apologize for that! I've told him many times to keep the traps away from the path." She placed her armor on a dummy and stood up straight.

"No harm was done, other than Geralt's pride." Jaskier joked, he went to play his Lute but frowned as he remembered it was broken.

Y/N took notice and held out her hand, "Let me assess the damage of your instrument."

He hesitantly handed it over to her and she analyzed it, with a swift motion of her hand the Lute seemed to repair itself right before their eyes.

"You have magic." Geralt grumbled and Ellie nodded, handing the instrument back to Jaskier who took it gratefully.

"I was born with it, grew up learning from a Sorceress who lived in these woods before the wicked Queen cast all magical creatures out of Ophelia. " She said, gesturing to a fairy that flew a few feet away, helping to fix the training grounds.

"Aye, I've heard the tales, she became Queen through marriage," Jaskier said, and she nodded.

"Yes, a terrible woman she is. She raised taxes to throw her parties, cast out any creature that wasn't human, and even sent her eldest stepdaughter to death, allegedly. " She explained gesturing for them to follow her.

"So, is that what this place is? A village for those who were cast out?" Geralt asked the woman, who hummed.

"This, kind Witcher, is the Insurrection. A revolution against Queen Evelyn." She explained as they entered a tavern building.

"You've built quite the army," Jaskier said, looking around at the men as they sat by the bar.

"Everyone here besides the children are soldiers. We are all fighting for the same cause, to make Ophelia the kingdom it once was a place for the people." She explained as she walked behind the counter, grabbing mugs for the visitors.

"What will you be getting out of this? If you succeed? Who will be Queen once that one is cast out?" Geralt asked as she poured his drink.

"Many Questions, I understand," She paused, placing the mug in front of him and smiled lightly, "The next in line is Princess Lucinda, but she is only sixteen and is unable to take the crown." She paused and sighed, "As for what I get out of it, I get to see that kingdom be what it was once again; beautiful and thriving with magic in the air and happiness in the people's hearts. It's what I remember it to be."

Geralt stayed silent, and Jaskier was distracted by the passion in her voice to say anything.

The conversation came to an end when a young boy went running into the Tavern with eyes wide and body shaking.

"Y/N! One of our spies was caught in the Castle." He cried and her face darkened.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, I must attend to this situation." She explained and she walked away with a bow of her head, exiting the Tavern.

"She is something else, isn't she?" Jaskier asked rhetorically and Geralt merely let out a hum.

#writers of tumblr #fanfiction #rottenroyalebooks #geralt x reader #geralt imagine #the witcher #romance #fantasy

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ophelia-network · 2 years

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"What will matter is the good we did, not the good we expected others to do." Elizabeth Lesser

Ariane by Sofia Bonati

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(Continued from here at @formerchaoslord )

The members of Slur's army came together once again for a meeting.

"Alright, everyone. You all know we have some new members on our team, so I thought we all should be acquainted to them. Go ahead and introduce yourselves."

"Ooh, ooh! Me, first! Me, first! I'm Rosy the Rascal, and I'm Scourgie's future wife!"

"No, you're not!" Scourge yells, "You're an insane brat who needs a straight jacket!"

"Aww... You say the meanest things, Scourgie!" Rosy said endearingly, in a twisted kind of way, "I definitely need to hug you and crush you later."

"Next, please..." Slur said in a tired tone.

"Very well. I shall go next. Greetings, everyone. I am Dr. Starline. I am the new ruler of the Eggman Empire, though I guess it's the Starline Empire now. I am far superior to that has been, Dr. Ivo Robotnik, AKA, Dr. Eggman. In my dimension, he gave up that name and now goes by 'Mr. Tinker.' Now he helps the heroes! What a waste of evil genius potential. This is why Eggman Nega is the superior Eggman. He knows what it means to be an evil genius."

"Why, thank you, Starline," Nega siad, "You'll go a long way. I can see it."

"I appreciate the kind words," said Starline, "Now, this is my second in command, Metal Knuckles. I reprogrammed him to be absolutely loyal to me."

"..."

"Impressive," said Obake, "And I assume that machine used to be one of Dr. Eggman's?"

"You'd be correct, Obake." Dr. Starline answered, "Due to his foolishness, he overlooked Metal Knuckles when Metal Sonic rebelled against him that one time. That made it all the more easy to make Metal Knuckles my new henchman."

"You're a platypus after my own heart, Starline," Obake said, "I, too, reprogram robots to make them my loyal henchmen. That's how I got Ultron Sigma here. Why don't you say hello, my friend?"

"Greetings. I am Ultron Sigma, ruler of the Ultron Mavericks, and loyal servant to Master Obake."

"Man, it's still hard to get use to hearing him call you 'Master,' Obake." Teseo said.

"Next," said Slur.

"Alright, I will go next. I am Dark Empress, Queen of the Darkloids. I was once known as 'Roll,' until I repeatedly used the Dark Chip ShadeMan dropped. Now I'm the most feared Net Navi in all of the Net. I control all the viruses, and every Darkloid is at my command."

"Ah... A story much like my own... I think we were made to rule together, my Dark Queen..."

"Heh heh... Perhaps we were, my Dark King...'

"Sheesh! Get a room, you two..."

"Awwww, I think they're an adorable couple... Just like us, Scourgey!"

"In your dreams, ya pink psycho!"

"Alright, let's wrap this up."

"I am Asimov, the original Azure Striker of 'Project Gunvolt.' My goal is to create a universe of Adepts and Super Humans. Anyone willing to convert into an Adept, come to me, and I will give you incredible powers."

"Alright, that should be everyone... Other than Ophelia and ArcaneMan, as well as Black Dog and the Master of the Heel, but they have matters to take care of at the moment. Anyway, now that we have introductions out of the way, it's about time we act. I will need you to all to go after RiFT's team. I will focus on finding new members and increase our army, while you try to decrease RiFT's army by destroying as many members as possible. RiFT and his band of misfits are what stands between us and ruling the Multiverse..."

To be continued...

#multiverse war #file folder (drabble)#slur will rule (ic)#rosy crushes her scourgey poo (ic)#all hail king scourge baby! (ic)#dr. starline takes control (ic)#eggman nega has a master plan (ic)#metal knuckles is online (ic)#obake's new experiment (ic)#ultron sigma goes maverick (ic)#teseo hacks the world (ic)#dark empress has logged in (ic)#dark mega has logged in (ic)#Asimov strikes back (ic)#leleamo #grafitticreativity

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youve been asked what each cc character's favorite animal is but which animals do you think represent them most in any way? if the answers are the same then is there something you associate with them that's not something that immediately pops into ones mind with character associations (colors/animals/songs/etc) and moreso something more abstract like a specific complex feeling or brief scenery? for example what I associate with one of my ocs is an evening sunset during a long car ride home from a trip...something like that!

HI HI HI omg! I dont think so much about animal meanings so ill do the second one it is such a good ask thank you :) let me try!!

AKITO: a desolate super market by the highway in the middle of nowhere; an uninhabitable spot where you can only stop and then move on having done your shopping, a transitory usefulness. Small-town cafés and their suffocating atmosphere of everybody knowing everybody other than the vague shapes of tourists who come and go. A stranger, a visitor, an outsider with no defining traits other than their status as a passer-by. The economy hinges on tourists' coming and going, but they are unwanted as individuals, and chasing one or two away isn't harming anyone...

JUNPEI: dusty soccer courts at the playground, only a rusty frame of a goal with no net. When the ball hits the goal, it will pass through and force the goalman to chase after it no matter whether the opposing team scored or not. The suffocating and sacral stuffiness of ballet studios, no sounds other than the squeaking of rubber soles against that worn-our parquet and occasional harshness from the dance instructor... coming home hungry. Always hungering at home.

HIKARU: A maddening funerary orchestra giving it their all, sweating and panting to perform a satisfactory requiem. Instruments gradually going off-pitch, their strings snapping with strain. Within the hearse lies a living man dressed as a pierrot. Circus horses trained to run in circles round the tent, never arriving at any goal or end point. They are going nowhere, and have nowhere to return to, running until they fall from exhaustion with all their beautiful, ornate feather plumes and tassles

ARISU: death in cold water; a drowned Ophelia and a desolate-hearted Fisher King guarding a Holy Grail that nobody wants anymore. This is a Wasteland that cannot be populated anymore; plants can't grow and it's been a long time since anything has bitten the bait. Houses without a façade, bare-walled, and old-timey maidens with their hair undone. The Gordian knot cut rather than untangled, and thus everything is left behind and re-imagined...

ODILE: a skinny dog leashed to a post at the parking lot, snarling and spitting because it can only perceive being told "wait" as "wait forever." The humiliated angels of Sodom. A doubtful disciple insisting to push his fingers into Jesus' wound. Easter bunny chocolates forgotten until summer and eaten half-melty.

THE LEADER: golden teeth lying in bone dust after cremation and a waft of perfume residing in the air after a woman has passed by and gone. Nothing of value - certainly nothing that can be grasped - is here anymore.

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7 Snippets 7 People

Thanks for the tag @sam-glade! See their post here!

I'm going to try to do my best to match these with the people I'm tagging. Sam, you are a hard act to follow, but here I go! Fair warning, they're kind of long, but by now, it should be known that brevity is not my strong suit 😅

@captain-kraken (AASOAF 1, Axtapor's POV)

My racing thoughts came to a halt. I knew that voice. I looked to the source of it, and there she was, that woman, clear as day. But today, she was dressed as one might find a fine girl-child’s doll. Her frock was all ruffles, ribbons, and pale colors with motifs of soft pink roses upon it. Around her neck was a thin pink ribbon with a gold bow hanging from it. The tiny ornament sat perfectly in the hollow of her collarbones. Her hair was in an updo decorated with many ringlets that sat about her face and the top of her head, and her tiny hands were gloved in a pale green lace. Still, of all that I took in about her, I couldn’t help but cling to her waist. It was tiny, unimaginably so. Though that might be a product of her skirts. They were so poofy I wondered how she got around without collecting all sorts of refuse along the way like some strange net. She must have married again, being dressed as she was, and well at that. She must have some sort of hidden charm that made her so alluring to rich men. What might it be? “I’m sorry, but who are you?” Ophelia asked with some confusion. Her voice snapped me from my reverie, and I did my best to regain my composure. I shouldn’t be so taken by this woman, not in front of the one I was planning on marrying.

@lynnedwardswrites (AASOAF 2, Fay's POV)

“And what will you do after it’s done? He’s the last one.” I put the end of my pipe in his mouth. “We’ll lure Mar-Dur out for one, probably kill the rat bastard. I’m tired of him anyway. He’s turned out to be more trouble than I thought he would be when I first agreed to do business with him.” “A bad investment.” He agreed with a frown as he let out a steady stream of smoke. “After that, I’m not sure. I haven’t thought that far ahead, to be honest with you. It’s all been about this for as long as I can remember.” “I know, but there is much more we could do together...” His hand landed gently on my lower belly, and a somberness flashed in his eyes. I put my own hand over his and sighed. “Things will be so busy with two ships instead of one. You won’t be with me every waking moment of the day anymore, Wilkes. And besides, you know that what you want from me is impossible...” I squeezed his hand gently. “I know...I just—” He dropped his head into my lap and took a shuddering breath. “It’s alright. We have each other, hmm? You and me.” I leaned down to kiss the side of his neck gently. “You and me...” He repeated in a whisper before putting his arms around my waist and closing his eyes.

@elshells (AASOAF 2, Mariel's POV)

“Aye…” He tossed a quick glance around, “Come this way. Stand there.” “Here?” “Aye, just so. Hold fast.” “What are you—?” I looked down, and my eyes widened, watching as he looped his tail into the handle of a basket sitting on the ground near the stall we were standing next to, “Y-You can’t!” “Hush!” He hissed quietly, “Walk right this way as so. Aye, right natural. Nary wrong happenin’ here.” “B-But—!” “Shh!” He hissed as we successfully escaped the scene of the crime without drawing attention. “We should give it back. It isn’t ours.” I insisted as he quickly stuffed everything he’d purchased into it and took my hand to lead us further away. He laughed. “What be yer meanin’? I ‘call ye havin’ this wee basket when I collected ye. It be yers.” “N-No, it isn’t!” I complained. “A thin’ as so be worth nary more than two coppers. Will no be missed.” He replied more dismissively but still maintained his air of playfulness. “But it’s theirs…” “Aye, fine. Will ‘turn it on the morrow.” He finally relented with one of his beautiful laughs.

@dragonedged-if (AASOAF 1, Axtapor's POV)

“Should we play with stakes this time?” She asked quietly as she shuffled the cards. My brow raised. She never wanted to play with stakes; she just liked having some way to entertain herself. But now I was interested; if she was making the suggestion, what was she planning on wagering? “Aye, what’ll it be?” I asked with a chuckle as I packed my pipe. “How about…” She mused, bunching up her lips into a thoughtful frown, “A sweet.” “A sweet?” I frowned as I bit down on the end of my pipe and searched for my matches. “Yes. The loser buys a sweet for the winner from the confectionery stall at the trading post.” She said with a determined sparkle in her eye. I laughed; of course, it would be something simple. “Aye, then a sweet it be.”

@kittensartswriting (AASOAF 1, Mariel's POV)

I walked at a slow, numb pace down the dark and empty corridor toward his chambers. And my steps made not a sound as moved through that quiet and eerie space. I was not a large person and wore no shoes nor a great and fancy nightdress that might flutter behind me to create some sound as I went. Was this what a ghost might feel like? It must be. The thought should strike me as sad, but instead, I felt happy. How peaceful it must be to wander the world untouched and unchanged by its horrors. Simply to exist as an onlooker with the freedom to say, ‘Better you than me.’ I looked to my right and out the windows that faced the gardens where I captured my weapon of choice. It was dark save for the small fires of faraway lamps, dotting the landscape here and there. They brought me no solace. Instead, they seemed like the winking eyes of beasts, beckoning me to do something wicked to earn the right to join their ranks. And there, in the endless darkness that stretched further than my eyes could see, I would tempt our next comrade alongside them.

@kanobarlowe (AASOAF 1, Mariel's POV)

But it was too pleasant a day to be thinking about such things. The afternoon sun scattered its many beamed children across the ground and the foliage around us, making the forest appear like a coffer replete with gold. A gentle breeze stroked the branches of many trees and fallen leaves, making it sound like we were someplace that overlooked the sea where the waves could be heard pulling in and out. And the creatures that called this place home sang in pleasant harmony as if making certain that we felt welcome in their peaceful abode. It was tranquility at its finest. I wished then that we could stay in this forest forever. It would be so lovely to live surrounded by nothing but songbirds and other gentle creatures, unbothered by the world’s chaos just beyond this bastion of serenity. But I supposed that was not to be... I wiped my cheek, but it seemed with that single tear, the rest that had been threatening to fall fell. I sniffled quietly, and the same breeze that once sounded so pleasant now made the trees whisper in a lonely and ominous way. Suddenly it felt too crowded here, as if everything had become dark and narrow. The shadows between the sunlight voraciously attempted to reclaim what had been invaded, growing and swallowing everything into their bottomless bellies. And the voices of the forest sounded more like distant screams or the jingling of a jailer’s keys. What was the point of escaping? Was this freedom even worth buying? I wasn’t so sure anymore.

@moonluringfrost (AASOAF 2, Fay's POV)

I let out a grunt of annoyance and was going to push him away when the air shivered around my ears, and all I could do was stand there. Those negative feelings began to wane despite my best intentions to be angry at him. Just behind me, the sun had started to set, and he became resplendent as he always did when the light of day was this low. Everywhere we went, they called him the Son of the Moon, and in moments like these, it was easy to understand why. He was positively radiant, and that wasn’t just a figure of speech; he was glowing like the moon itself. His scales had become almost translucent but still managed to capture the light like some finely cut gem, and just underneath, I could see millions of tiny red veins chasing after one another. Even his eyes seemed to be alight with more fire than usual, smoldering like his own pair of setting suns. The opalescent sheen of his scales, the sealike swell of his sloped horns, and the feathery mane upon his head, all of him was beautiful as if he had been born for the sole purpose of being admired. And what wasn’t his by nature felt alive with his spirit all the same, for that ruby upon his forehead even thrummed with the frantic life of a third eye... We locked eyes, and all remaining earthly feelings faded away. It was as if I was standing on the bow of this ship or any other, watching the waves of a churning night sea as they towered overhead like the arm of some great beast. There was a unique fear in witnessing something like that. The scene being framed only by the sounds of the ceaseless beating of her majesty’s fury against the struggling vessel at her mercy. At that moment, much like now, it was simpler, and perhaps wiser, to brace and wait. Eventually, the moon’s reign would end, and he would release that poor creature below so that just before dawn, one’s eyes would turn heavenward and be fooled into uttering words of thanks.

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 52 - The Spice Festival Heats Up Part 2

We'll let those two sort things out alone. Back to something more wholesome.

Xander: You know, Ophelia's gotten to be pretty athletic herself. I bet if you asked really nicely, she'd show you a thing or two.

Jace: Really? Okay!

Jace: Ophelia! Uncle Xander said you're good at sports!

Ophelia: Did he now?

Jace: Yeah, can you show me some stuff about basketball? Please? I'm trying out for the school team soon!

Ophelia. Sure thing, sweetie. Let's spin into something a little more athletic.

Jace: Let's go!

Ophelia: We're a little far back, buddy. We might want to start closer.

Jace: Can you shoot from back here? I wanna see!

Ophelia: Alright, alright. Here's what you'll be able to do if you keep practicing.

Greta and Xander sit on the sidelines.

Greta: Ophelia seems cool. What's wrong with her?

Xander: What do you mean?

Greta: There must be something wrong with her if she'd date a goober like you.

Xander: Hey, come on! I'm a catch too!

Greta: Whatever you say, Uncle Xander.

Ophelia's shown him the basics, now it's his turn.

Jace also gets it into the net!

Jace: Did you see that? I did it!

Ophelia: I saw! You did amazing, Jace! Those other kids at try-outs won't know what hit them!

Greta: OMW. You, like, have such heart eyes right now.

Xander: I've just never seen her interact with kids before. She's a natural.

Greta: Ugh, please don't try for a baby before you get married. Grandma and Grandpa would be pissed.

Ophelia: Here's my number. If you want to practice again, you let me or Uncle Xander know, okay?

Jace: Thanks! Are you and Uncle Xander married?

Ophelia: No, honey, we're dating.

Jace: When ARE you getting married then?

Ophelia: …You want a root beer float?

Jace: Yeah!

Greta: And it's, like, so stupid. We keep hearing them fighting and it's freaking Jace out.

Xander: Parents are people too, Gret. Sometimes they need to work stuff out and they do it by yelling. If you guys ever need to get out, give me a call. I can take you out for the day.