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3tabbiesandalab · 2 years

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Taraxacum

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Reader

Inspired by this from @wackapedia

https://va.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_rd9h1c85CY1r5dod1.mp4

I might not be writing just for a little while so wanted to offer something to these peeps while I can.

@jostystyles is having a Bob Night. I know you’re taking prompts but I just wanted to make a little contribution if that’s ok. Prompt 31 - ‘Make a wish” off @zephyrine list you tagged.

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Also for @coyotesamachado who tagged me in tag game a few days ago. Thank you! Here’s a fluffy oneshot. Kind of best friends to lovers too.

I hope you enjoy!

And a part two since some lovelies asked for it! Part 2

For as long as he can remember, dandelions or Taraxacum, had always had a special place in Bob’s mind and heart. He knew they were not the most beautiful flower, common and technically a weed, but he liked that even though most people overlooked them, they served an essential purpose. They could grow anywhere, and symbolised hope, resilience, and the ability to overcome challenges.

The whole dandelion plant was edible, not that Bob ate them on the regular. You could sauté or use the greens in soups or salads, use the petals to flavour wine, tea and even roast the roots for vegan coffee or root beer. It was used in medicine and homemade yellow dye and as a companion plant in a vegetable garden.

Bees, other insects, and certain birds and butterflies needed dandelions for nectar and food so they could go about their daily roles. When the bright yellow flower was done, it dried up and stayed protected by the leaves and stems. Once it was ready, the dying greens fell away and revealed the white fluffy ball of seeds on a single stem. All it took was a breath of wind before they scattered into the air and started the whole cycle all over again.

Bob had always admired everything about the dandelion and thought the plant was a bit like him really. It was simple to look at but had complexity to it. It was useful and important and tough without having to command attention with its looks. And as young boy, the seeds drifting off into the wind also started his fascination with flying.

And of course, there were the wishes.

When he was younger, he’d always wish on a single dandelion or run through the dried clusters of them in the paddocks of his family’s property and watch as the cloud of white floated away on the breeze. And more often than not, YFN, the youngest daughter of one of the ranch hands, would be with him when he did.

Dandelions reminded him of her too.

Bob and YFN were complete opposites but as thick as thieves growing up. She had always been kind and sweet like him but was more outgoing and had a little rebellious streak that got him to come out of his shy, awkward shell.

“C’mon Robbie. Make a wish. Better be sure it’s good one!” YFN would happily say each time she held a dandelion to his lips to blow.

Bob wished for all kinds of things over the years. When he was smaller, he closed his eyes tightly and hoped for a new bike, the new calf to be healthy or warm chocolate chip cookies after school. When they were a bit older, Bob would wish for an A on his maths test, to fly planes when he was older, to have YFN as his girlfriend and for her daddy to get better.

Bob begged the seeds that floated in the air to save her daddy, many, many times. Most of his wishes over the years came true, but that particular one never worked. And in the end her mamma had no choice but to move YFN and her sister across the country to be closer to her family.

The last time Bob and YFN ever made a wish together, was the day she moved away. He was thirteen and in love with the girl who had the most beautiful eyes and cheeky crooked smile. And felt like his heart was being ripped from his chest. They sat in the field amongst the dried dandelions for hours as the clock ticked down to her departure. Bob kissed YFN sweetly for the first time and they promised they would never forget each other.

As he blew masses of white fluff into the wind that day, Bob hoped for things that were never going to come true. YFN’s eyes were full of tears as she held the stem of their very last dandelion before she left to his lips and whispered sadly, “C’mon Robbie. Make a wish. Better be sure it’s good one.”

Bob wished to love her forever.

They tried to keep in touch, phone calls and letters but with time, distance, and separate lives they eventually grew apart. But Bob never forgot YFN and kept her in his heart and every time he saw a dandelion, he was reminded of her. If the flower was ready, he would bring it to his mouth and blow, silently hoping she was happy.

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The ‘Dagger Squad’, as the specialised team of naval aviators Bob was apart of were affectionately known, were given a couple of days recovery after another tough assignment. They were having lunch and a drink together at the Hard Deck when the discussion randomly turned to tattoos. Bob had idea for the lifecycle of a dandelion and had been thinking about getting it done for a while, and his friends encouraged him to take the plunge.

Bob went on his laptop as soon as he got home and researched nearby tattoo parlours, looking for one that, in Hangman’s speak, wouldn’t leave him with a tramp stamp and a case of hepa-tities. He found a small shop, which had some great reviews about an hour away. It was called ‘Taraxacum’, and it instantly made Bob smile and think of YFN. He called them before he chickened out and got an appointment that evening just before the parlour closed.

As he waited alone in the reception area, Bob thought he would be nervous, but he was inexplicably calm. There was something that felt familiar about the shop, and a warm sense of déjà vu swept over him. He was drawn to a particular folder of artwork that was filled with various intricate sketches of a ranch, often with a pair of kids somewhere in the image. They seemed so intimate and personal and were captured with such attention to detail. They reminded him of home. As Bob flipped the page to the next drawing, he audibly gasped at what he saw.

In a patch of white, fluffy, dried up blooms, sat a young teenage boy, heartbroken eyes hidden behind wire rimmed glasses and a female hand that held a single dandelion to his lips.

Bob had no doubt that it was him, as he made that last wish with the girl he never forgot.

“Robbie.” A soft, sweet voice whispered his name in awe. Bob didn’t need to look up to know who it was, he knew it was YFN.

During their last day together, on that dandelion, he’d wished to love YFN forever. Bob lifted his head and gazed at those same beautiful eyes and cheeky crooked smile that he could never forget.

And he knew that his wish had come true.

#robert bob floyd #robert floyd #robert floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x reader #robert 'bob' floyd #bob floyd #Bob top gun #bob floyd x reader #top gun #Top Gun fic #top gun maverick #lewis pullman

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voxtexh · 1 month

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"Sooooo... I hear a certain someone's getting cucked by an angel, hm?"

She laughs, putting her hands behind her back in an innocent gesture.

"Now, I knew you were pathetic, but you'd really let it get as far as to your so-called wife getting mixed with heaven, of all places? That's just a new low of sadness, my friend. I pity you."

@zxphyrxne

" Aren't you fucking with a 'angel' yourself? Besides, don't get me started! I see everything, Zephyrine, dear. I see what you'd be up to. You're surely one to speak.. "

He huffed, rolling his eyes. Vox wasn't quite sure how to feel about the situation. Was he meant to feel hatred towards the woman, or leave it be?

" Don't get me wrong. I have an hatred for that gassy old Angel bitch! But I'm sure Ari's a dear! Wouldn't step too far outta line. "

(making everything blue hurts me eyes so ugh. I changed it.)

#hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel roleplay #hazbin hotel rp #hazbin rp #vox's asks !#oli's asks !#ari <3 #zeph's asks !#i forgot my other zeph tag so i made a new one

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silverbird · 2 months

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OCKiss Day 1: Almost

Soulaetia and Zephyrine.

Soul is a magic prodigy who met Zeph on a university tour, through some mutual friends they were able to meet again and get to know each other.

I tried to keep these little story blurbs under 200 words, but I couldn't for most of them. 😅

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Soul gently cupped her hands around Zeph's, careful not to smudge the powder coating their palms.

"Alright, now hold your fingers like this." She instructed quietly as she leaned her chin against the top of their head, moving their fingers into the proper somatic for the spell. "And say-" the Magic Language rolled off her tongue easily from years of practice and use. But Zeph stumbled over the words, still new to this particular spell.

The magic still flared between their palms, a deep navy shade, and Soul held her breath as it slowly swirled together. A small orb floated in space, she eased her hands away in order to give them room to experiment. As she did so, Soul heard Zeph's breath stutter and the orb wobbled before flickering out completely.

"You almost had it." She huffed in amusement as they laced their fingers with hers, clean now that the spell had consumed the component.

"I caaan't-'' they whined against her knuckles, "your hands are too pretty." They kissed her fingertips and Soul chuckled quietly.

There would be plenty more time to teach them her magic later.

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I'm making a comic about these characters! Read about it here!

#ockiss24 #oc kiss week #CoT #CoT: Soulaetia #CoT: Zephyrine #CoT: Cramming for Magic Class #CoT: CfMC #my art #Bird draws

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anonbinaryweirdo · 3 months

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i’ve sent u my darling raziel 🥺🥺 its ur turn

yk that vixen OC 👉🏽👈🏽

that's Zephyrine :D she's a sinner — and was apart of a Russian Mafia before passing and ending up in hell (idk when she died i just found and used a cool outfit on Pinterest as a reference)

she considers angel to be her best friend in hell, and was probably one of the first people she's encountered down there

there's a scrapped idea that due to her long-term job in the human world and that she's a sort of predator in hell due to it, she still got these primal urges to kill - and worked with IMP for a bit. scrapped because "eh" + sinners can't leave the pride ring apparently unless granted permission from a sin of their specific ring or a Morningstar - which was said to be a rare occurrence

aside from that — while angel is her best friend, Charlie is considered a close friend, which is why she's so willing to help with the hotel as like a secretary idk lmaur. she's cool with mostly everyone in the hotel, but her relationship with alastor is kind of odd

in an olijax but platonically kind of way. "I hate you. I hope you die but I wanna be the one to kill you. if anyone else beats me to it I'm going to be really upset. you're a pain in the ass but you're a pain in MY ass okay"

al reminds her of someone from when she was alive, so she's actually quite fond of him, despite themselves

she's fine in terms of socializing, but prefers not to do so at all. she's mostly to herself and likes the quiet, despite unintentionally surrounding herself with people who are more outgoing

i kinda want her to know Lucifer before that episode. I want them to be kinda closies because I love him uueueueuue

times up for me it's your turn again 🥺

#oc talk !

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halloweenrazorcandii · 27 days

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Monster - Dodie. @anonbinaryweirdo Zephyrine scene.

"Well this ends bad then. I knew it would. We knew it would, So we won't eat our words, 'Cause they don't taste good." Zephyrine has always had a feeling, a funny feeling. That her marriage and seemingly monogamous love for the funny, prepped demon father, King of Hell, she thought she would last lifetimes with. Whatever a lifetime in hell is, anyway. As soon as the dreaded Lilith had shown to their door, there's been a sinking boat in her vixen senses she hadn't noticed until she felt she needed to slam herself as far away from her husband as possible. Their son growing fond of the former Queen of Hell, she felt she couldn't drag him away. She'd see them post pictures having fun on Sinstagram, going to hells luxury firey lakes, having fun. Lilith cooking her former husband dinner, happily serving Zephyrine's child, along with Lucifers she'd grown fond of. Like a family. No matter the tears and fears that had grown to the fox breed, no matter how many times she'd tear the fur from her tail or tug on her horns in agony upon just the thought of missing her life, she'd never gotten the audacity to let herself back in. "Look, I know that I've seen this before. High and mighty, at the top of your list, Adoring every move, and now my rank is sinking. But we're both guilty of black or white thinking. And through my red eyes, you look pale. All of your scars, Now look more like scales." 7 Months. 7 months without her family. During these times she'd confided in her loved friend, Angel Dust, a pornographical actor. He'd undergone some unfair treatment at his studio, since he'd "worked" there. Despite her not confirming the spiders own theories of her new behavior, she'd still appreciated his comfort. Though she felt she couldn't even find the feeling to appreciate. When Angel had come to the hotel with a black eye and slumped figure, Zephyrine had enough. She, one night, had strided to his studio, owned by infamous overlord Valentino. She had striken a deal with the overlord for Angel Dust's time of abuse to be replaced by her. She became popular by the viewers fast, Valentino using her body for all sorts of entertainment. She'd started appearing on bigger screens, deemed the audience. She hadn't enjoyed this. Not a bit. "I'm guessing that I've grown horns, I guess I'm human no more I can tell I've rotted in your brain. Oh how easily passion twists, You think I'm a crazy bitch. A thousand words are left unsaid, 'Cause no one listens to the dead. So maybe I will talk to you the only way I know how to. I've said my speech, through sharpened teeth." While at work, Valentino commands a new form of entertainment. Muzzling. The device is set on her, her fur sleek, she'd already been worn and used. The notice of the muzzle instantly clicks with the vixen, and she doesn't like it. At all. Her performance being shown on a big screen, just outside Lucifers tower, for all to see. All, to see. The crowd around the screen eminent. Zephyrine begins to growl. Her sharp fox canines peaking from her dirtied lips. Her claws hooking on anything they can find, and after being kicked by Val to "calm down", she goes batshit. From worker to worker anyone in her way, mauled. In desperate attempts to take off the Muzzle, she panics, scurrying around the studio, already breaking the chain attached to it. While the scene displayed on live hell camera, from the Voxtech Horns channel, it just so happened the King of Hell was looking out his window as his worst nightmare shone upon to the entirety of the Pride ring. It was almost as if the violence in the porn was being taunted. Was this planned? Lucifer began to shake. After failed, desperate attempts to subdue the rabid animal let loose in their studio, an employee, a likely familiar one at that, resorts to last option. Click. . . . Boom. The silence rattled all of Hell. Lucifer turnt away, only to find two of his sons, frozen in place, eyes locked to the device.

#habzin hotel #oc #drabbles #ideas in fancy #original character #hazbin hotel oc #hehe #angst

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worldofthraeia · 10 months

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Welcome to Thraeia

Hello, my name is Bird (she/her) and I'm writing under the pen name Sophie Baird. As a way of coping with my lackluster life I took up expanding this fantasy world I created when I was 16. I write primarily Fantasy/Romance. I'm also an artist so expect character art/ setting art. My main blog is @silverbird.

Tagging/ Ask games are very welcome! Feel free to ask me questions about my world!

Chronicles of Thraeia is a large medieval fantasy inspired universe that follows the stories of multiple different characters. Be they Human, Elf, or something entirely different.

Read My Rants About:

The Deities

The Races

The Continents & Kingdoms

Current WIPs:

Though I have 8 WIPs, I have limited myself to working on just these 3 at the moment.

Lady of Birchgrove

~8k words - 1st draft -

Summary:

Welcome to the world of Thraeia. Silvia wakes with no memories of herself, no recollection of how she came to be lying on a bed in an unfamiliar room. She certainly does not know the girl beside her, unconscious and wounded, who risked her life to save Silvia. The difficult task of remembering herself falls onto her shoulders. Though it physically pains her at times it is a job she must complete, not just for the people who claim to love her, but also the entire town depending on her. For she is a Lady, charged with the well being of the town, Birchgrove. With the help of her family and old dairy entries from her past self, it almost seems doable. But the the magic that has been inflicted upon her is mysterious and unknown, and the caster is still out there somewhere, waiting for an opportunity to finish what they started.

Read more here!📚

Tags: #CoT: Cramming for Magic Class, #CoT: CfMC

Other Tags

My art: #Bird draws

Characters: Chr: [insert name]

Worldbuilding: #worldbuilding

Inspiration: #inspo (paired with a character or region tag)

More might arise! :3

#writeblr #writeblr intro #writers on tumblr #writeblr community #fantasy writeblr #romance writeblr #romance writer #fantasy romance #writer intro #fantasy writing #Bird draws

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imogenkol · 3 months

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gentle, quiet, warm and bright for the wip game!

THANKS SO MUCH KATELYN I am squeezing u. No hits in quiet unfortunately, but here are the others!

GENTLE

Imogen closed her eyes and opened her mind to the Force. All around her, she felt the energetic flow of lifeforms. Some were barely a gentle trickle, while others roared like a violent rapid. Imogen searched for the stream that her own life eventually connected to. They were two rivers on separate sides of the same mountain, winding around this way and that. Imogen searched for the convergence point, where the two of their souls merged into one powerful stream.

WARM (here’s the first little peek of my high republic gals)

Ember rubbed against Feraleth’s legs in a way that reminded her more of a feline species than a hound. She curiously reached down with a smile to cautiously pet her. The charhound felt quite warm to the touch, but it did not burn the young Jedi’s skin like she had anticipated. The creature leaned into her hand affectionately and Feraleth responded by scratching underneath her chin with more vigor, enjoying the pleased grumbles from her new friend.

BRIGHT

Zephyrine did not hesitate. She addressed her Padawan with authority. “Fera, take the Vector and return to The Third Horizon.”

Billions of lives were at stake, yet the one that mattered most to her in that moment became the young woman Zephyrine had promised herself she would not fail.

Feraleth’s bright eyes softened towards her mentor, but she made no move to obey. “With the utmost respect, Master, I must refuse.”

#oc insp: Imogen Kol #oc insp: Feraleth Stendar #oc insp: Zephyrine Abraxas #you could imagine my utter delight when I found out there are alien dogs who breath fire in the high republic books #Fera adores them #also sorry this took a sec to get to

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im-captain-basch · 8 months

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Lily, Diddy's mother

Lily is also owned by @lady-zephyrine

Lily was the mother of Diddy (as well as the oldest of 5 siblings). A seasoned trainer in her own right, she was a kind soul who inherited her grandfather's way with pokemon, but was never afraid to play rough when the situation called for it, be it with the pokemon or their trainers. Her passion for pokemon and people lead to her pursuing a career as a pokemon ranger, tho she didn't feel like she had the time to delve into it as much as she would like after her son was born.

But... then Osprey disappeared. She made an arrangement with their neighbors---friends of theirs---to take care of Diddy as she assisted in the searches across the Slumbering Weald. Lily's prior experiences helped during the initial searches, when it had been at its most hectic. Six months would go by, and no one found anything more than his pokemon, and the searches slowed gradually.

So, Lily kept her arrangement with the neighbors, picking up jobs from the rangers to help keep them afloat. Her supervisors worried for her, and made sure she took time off so that she didn't run herself ragged and was able to see her child. While she heeded their words, she also occasionally used this time to comb the Slumbering Weald, trying desperately to find any trace of her husband.

On one such day, she dropped Diddy off and promised to be back in the morning. 24 hours came and went, and by midnight the following night, the police and the rangers had been notified. Like Osprey, her last traces were in the Slumbering Weald, but unlike him, she was found, even she had perished. No cause was ever found, not even a single scratch.

Lily was born in Unova, with a long list of ancestry in other regions, but moved to Hulbury in Galar just before marrying Osprey. Although she is gone, the tragedy of her and her family remain a haunting thought in the lives of the people who knew her.

Her team consisted of:

Daedrys (Hydreigon, male, Quirky nature)

Flora, (Lilligant, female, Hasty nature)

Aubrey (Tinkaton, female, Jolly nature)

Mintaka (Minior, yellow forme, Sassy nature)

Bacon (Centiskorch, male, Lax nature)

Gilgamesh (Samurott, female, Hardy nature)

Some additional fun facts:

-Her team was split across her parents, oldest brother, and grandfather after her passing. No matter who landed where, they are all well-taken care of and mostly happy.

-The eye highlight being missing from her alternate artwork was an unintentional mistake, but I think it adds a slight bit of symbolism.

-Lily would often take her youngest siblings to Route 16 just outside of Lostlorn Forest in Unova to watch wild pokemon. She would later do something similar in the Wild Area of Galar with Diddy.

-It wasn't uncommon for someone to refer to her as a petilil (as a child) or lilligant (as an adult), if only for how close her name was to them.

-Lily quite enjoyed cherri berries, and always had a vast stash of them on hand for both the paralysis status and to consume as a snack.

#other's ocs #pokemon trainer au #dkc pokemon trainer au #donkey kong country #lady-zephyrine #mun arts #gijinka #lily unintentionally has the longest ''bio'' out of all the posts but there was just so much info @_@#it's ok tho i would die for her #i'd do it for osprey too but that's. hm.

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random-user-guy · 1 year

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Darien Clifford

(made with picrew) MC I sent some days ago to @cheerstotheelites-if

PROFILE

Age: 17

Gender: non-binary

Pronouns: they/them

Class Section: 12-A

Nickname/s: Twisted Clown, Crazy Bastard.... etc.

ID Number: 22-7895

Club: Photography

PERSONALITY

▶ Quiet / Loud in nature

▶ A genuine cinnamon (rarely) / Sarcastic Bitch (predominantly in school)

▶ Understanding / Insensitive

▶ The friendliest you’ll ever meet (a mix between Cooper and Eliseo)

▶ Emotional / Rational

▶ Stoic / Expressive

▶ Rule follower/Rule breaker

Hobbies

Playing video games alone or with his friends

Stirring up trouble (”School life would get boring otherwise”)

Hanging out with his friends

Petting Zephyrine’s cat

Bullying the bullies into stopping the bullying Rehabilitating the bullies (thanks god emery is coming in ‘the next chapters to change this idiot)

Helping their mom with the house chores

Taking photos of cloud shapes (The sky gets even more beautiful after the rain. The chaos creates new cloud shapes for people to enjoy”)

Writing poetry whenever inspired by the nature around them

Relationships part 1

▶ Parents

Has good relationship with both of their parents, but they are slightly closer to their mother than their father due to their shared hobby of photography. They tend to affectionately tease their mother a lot too which can get in Felicity’s nerves sometimes. If they’ve made their mother mad, they try to make up for it by helping her out or doing something for her. As for their father, they go to visit him at their work whenever they have time to. Both because they want to meet their father and because they want to see if any cat is around for them to pet. Darien will usually bring one or two stray animals for Zeke to check out if they are healthy or not and hopefully convince him to let them adopt one of the animals.

“I’m grateful for the parents I have and for the friendship and bond they’ve created with me. I have seen them work hard to raise me since I was young, though I was lonely from time to time, so I’d like to one day, when they get older, to provide for them and make them proud.”

▶ Weylyn

His childhood best friend and the only person to whom they confide to. In Lumintoille they are polar opposites, one is an excellent twisted and hotheaded troublemaker while the other is the kind and warm President of Lumintoille.No one can even comprehend how this two are friends. But the crazy bastard becomes more normal around their friend.

They lower their head and accept Weylyn’s admonishing when they’ve gone too far with their antics at school and try not to do them again, but not much change can be seen in their antics for now.

They go to the Rutherford household to hang out with Weylyn and have a taste of the legendary cooking of Weylyn’s mother. They are currently learning how to cook from her so that they can make their favourite Rutherford dishes themselves. They are very obedient and polite when staying here quite different from when they are at school.

“Weylyn is one of those friends who come only once or twice in a lifetime. I may not be as good of a friend as he deserves but know that I will cherish this friendship for as long as I live”

▶ Zephyrine (their soon-to-be crush/ RO)

An unusual friendship started over the love for cats. Zeph’s cat one day had gone outside the house and stumbling upon Darien who started cooing at her and tried to pet her. Zeph was searching for her and when she found her cat being petted by Darien. They started talking about her cat with Darien interrogating her on how she took care of her cat while keeping notes on their little notebook (they might have some screws loose now that I think about it😂).

Darien has tried to make Zephyrine show her true self more to them at least but at the beginning they had no success. They, nonetheless, continued in their quest and still do even now. They want to be to Zephyrine what Weylyn has been to them.

“Zephyrine is my cat lover friend who I want to know more about. She might look like an open book and like she is a social butterfly with thousands of friends, but I can see a glimpse of sadness,loneliness and insecurity in her...”

“I want to know more about Zephyrine.”

Bedroom Design

A plain,simple and minimalistic bedroom for a suprisingly minimalist student

#MC #description #cheerstotheelites

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cheerstotheelites-if · 2 years

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MC with Eliseo and Zeph, at a restaurant: You guys should get the orange soda, it's amazing. Eliseo: Okay. Waiter: Can I get you guys anything to drink? MC: Orange soda, please! Eliseo: I'll have the strawberry soda. Zeph: Me too, strawberry soda. MC:..............

Oh.

Oh the betrayal.

I felt that on a spiritual level, dear anon.

*Poorly plays 'My Heart Will Go On'*

#The memery #Eliseo #Zephyrine #MC #the casual betrayal i cant 💀💀#Zeph and Eliseo are true friends

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zxphyrxne · 1 month

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Hello Zeph my darlin! I brought you rice!!!

@ari-1417

"Oh, Ari," instinctively, she bows her head out of habit of respect. "Thanks. What brings you here..?"

#🦊 zephyrine replies 🦊#🖇️ best friend; ari 🖇️

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officialleehadan · 1 year

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Moon-Hung

Letters to M Energy

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Dear Zephyrine,

I understand that this must be something of a shock for you. If you truly had no knowledge that there were worlds beyond your own, which can be accessed through the correct means… I now think back to my earliest days in training as a mage, when we were told so much of what could be done that my head spun. The great mastermages of the school came before us, as they do every year, to demonstrate their specialties.

They showed us that day what power and hard study could accomplish. I was the child of a poor farming family, and the idea of so much power staggered me. Now, of course, I have my own specialties, but I will likely never be one of the great masters, although I am a mastermage in my own right. It is rarely spoken-of, but there is very much a power difference between mastermages. I am capable, and have passed the requirements of my school, Silver Winds, but I am unlikely to reach the great pinnacles of achievement that some of my teachers might boast.

You asked me what a mastermage is, and the honest truth is that it is nothing but a title. A marker of my education, and the level of power I can muster, along with assurances of my control over the magic I wield. Different schools have different standards for mastery, but Silver Winds is known to be rigorous. It is harder to achieve mastery through them, but masters out of Silver Winds are held in higher regard than some other schools.

I have gotten off topic, and I apologize. Within my school, travel between worlds is known, although those worlds are nearly always the realms of elemental beings, or to one of the Upper Realms, or Heavens as we call them, or Lower Realms, Hells, which house the creatures of the pits. The beings of the Upper Realms are not always kindly, and the ones from the Lower Realms are not always evil, but it is more common.

It is from those Realms that those of my world often summon others. The summoned beings are rarely intelligent, and serve a number of functions. Most often, they act as messengers, who carry letters and deliveries over long distances. It is not power-efficient, and will never replace caravans for trade, but they are useful.

So all things considered, I am not so surprised by a journal that can send letters between worlds, although I admit, I’ve never heard of a world like your own. Indeed, I’ve never heard of a world that has people, such as my own. I had planned to find a mercenary caravan to join, and I still shall, but I think I will seek one heading west to the great Archives, and the mages there. If anyone will have answers, it will be them.

Besides, what have I better to do than seek answers? I planned to travel, and west is as good a direction as any.

Atemis passed to refill his pen and looked out over the incredible view before him. His current camp was at the top of a towering waterfall, fed by a long, twisting river. The road followed it, and he had decided it would be the perfect place to rest before he traveled onward.

On a whim, rather than continuing his letter to his new friend, he tried to capture the view on the page. He wasn’t a master artist by any means, but he was good enough. Of course, nothing could truly capture the magnificence before him, but at least he could offer a glimpse of it. It seemed like a gesture of good faith, considering her concern about indecent artwork that must have come from other correspondents. He had been a student once, he knew such things happened, but to offer crude artwork without invitation seemed doomed to a poor reception.

On a whim, he sketched in the paired moons he knew so well. They were barely visible at twilight as it was now, but they hung in the sky, and he had always loved them.

This is the view from my camp tonight. I am at the top of a waterfall, and I have already been fishing for the night, which produced a simple, but tasty stew for dinner. I try to follow waterways whenever I travel. The spell to purify water is a simple one, but the spell to create water is so difficult that it is worth it only if the caster is stranded in the desert.

The moons will be bright tonight, and I am glad for it. I think the waterfall will be beautiful in the moonlight. I will remember this camp for the future, and I will likely mention it to other mages I meet on the road as a good one. It is common practice to build up the best camps along a road for travelers on their way through. Camps with water, easy food in the form of fish, and a lovely view are few and far between.

You said you do not care for the outdoors, which I understand, and to an extent agree with. Travel is enjoyable in some ways, but disagreeable in others. If I may ask, what do you enjoy in your own time? Reading, I believe you mentioned, but what else? For myself, I enjoy music, and magic of course, and I admit a fascination for sewing, although I have no skill at all for it beyond mending a seam here and there.

“We do have novels here, and I admit I’m fond of them. Although many prefer more serious works, I do sometimes seek out romances, and tales of honor whenever I pass a bookseller. They are less common than histories, although I enjoy those as well, but I look for them anyway. I wonder if any of the novels I have read mirror your world as it sounds that your novels mirror mine. It seems an astonishing possibility, and I will ask for such things at the archive when I arrive there.

I’m intrigued by the idea of your ‘internal combustion engines’. I know you said that these ‘cars’ are not your specialty, but perhaps you could include a drawing in your next letter? The idea of powering things with contained lightning is not new to me, but I think perhaps we have come at the process from a different direction. Portals and teleportation magic for travel, or levitation spells on ships, for travel between continents.

I have never ridden in one of the great airships, but I have seen them. There are three that make stops at Silver Winds through the year, bringing with them all the things the school requires, in exchange for the reinforcement of the enchantments that keep them aloft.

We do use communication spells (one thing your novels got right, it seems) and they are reasonably common, although not universal. A powerful mastermage can boost one from continent to continent, if they have access to enough stored magic. Most mages, however, are limited to city-to-city at their best.

Magic is astonishing, and wonderous. Every time I think I have it figured out, it surprises me in new ways. This journal not the least of them, in fact. I have always loved it, and so when my magic woke as a child, I was delighted. I still am, and constantly search out things to learn about my chosen profession. There are so many different options for spellcasting.

I specialize in battle magic, which is to say, magic used for combat. I wish it were not so valuable a specialization, but there is always some war or another that needs mages. Many courts will keep a few on hand to discourage attacks, and mercenary companies pay well for mages like me. I hope not to need my magic to save, or take, lives, but it seems inevitable sooner or later. Given time, I hope to leave practical battle magic and move to theoretical, or to spell-creation, which I prefer.

You asked why I am going to Shadowhelm, and I am afraid the answer is not an exciting one. It is a large city, and a frequent stop for many trading caravans who buy furs and gems form the mountains in exchange for the goods they bring from elsewhere. It is also known as a fine place to hire on mages, thanks to its location between several large mage schools. My own, Silver Winds, is the nearest, but Red Shadow, which produces more battle mages than Silver Winds, and Hammergold, which specializes in item enchantment, are both nearby.

The pay will not be as good hiring on there, as there are plenty of mages to choose form, but as a mastermage, I may be able to secure a better rate. Out of every class of a hundred or more, fewer than ten mages reach mastery. Most simply do not have the power, and the rest lack inclination. I studied for years for my mastery, and failed the trials twice before I succeeded.

I hope you will tell me the results of your tests, and I certainly intend to share my own as I travel. The mystery of our shared journal has me delighted and intrigued, as does the knowledge I believe we can share between our worlds. Your science for my magic, and perhaps even the applications that might be shared between them. Certainly your ‘electricity’ may have a great deal of promise through magical use. I suspect that my use of energy, a word I think may mean the same thing between our worlds, will have some value to you.

I am losing the light, and so I feel I must wrap up this evening’s correspondence. I do look forward to your next letter, and I find that our conversation has made this time alone on the road far more enjoyable. Would you be bothered if I used our letters as something of a journal as well as letters between friends? I invite you to do the same. Perhaps we might trade recipes, songs, and drawings along with our discussions.

Best wishes, and I hope your day tomorrow goes well.

Until then,

Atemis val Raich

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